“Look at the glass,” Owen said.

Jude looked.

Owen lined up and pushed.

Jude’s whole body went tight. A broken sound came out of him, punched. Owen did not stop at the first ring of muscle. He fed himself in by inches, jaw locked, eyes on the place he disappeared, then on the mirror, then on Lena.

“Christ. He’s tight.”

“Take it,” Lena said, and she did not say it only to Jude.

She lifted up, turned, and settled her cunt on Jude’s mouth.

Jude groaned into her. The vibration hit her clit and she grabbed the iron of the bedframe. Owen thrust and the thrust shoved Jude’s face harder...