The smell of coffee was the first thing that coaxed me downstairs. At some point during the night I had ended up snuggled up against Nina, and it had been very hard to leave that position. 

Elliot was already in the kitchen, whistling to himself as he stirred porridge on the hob. “Morning!” he said cheerfully, glancing over his shoulder. “Sleep alright?”

I managed a small smile. “Yeah. Slept like a log.”

He nodded, turning back to his oats. “Mike kicked me in the ribs half the night, little menace. He is cute, though.”

I poured myself coffee as the door creaked again and Nina walked in. Barefoot, hair up in a messy twist, a thin robe tied loosely at her waist. Our eyes met for a second. She didn’t say a word. Just raised a brow and poured herself tea.

Elliot didn’t notice a thing.

Then Jamie strolled in, yawning, shirtless. The scratch of stubble on his jaw, the tousled hair, and a faint mark at the base of his neck where Nina had clearly sunk in her teeth. He caught me noticing and gave me a small wink. 

Andrew was last. He was clean-shaven, in a fresh t-shirt, looking like any respectable dad might on Christmas Eve morning. He didn’t catch my eye directly, but I saw the way his gaze lingered, slightly lower than my eyes. The tiny twitch of his mouth when he saw his lechery had been caught.

We all sat down for breakfast, chatting like everything was normal. But the change from yesterday was unmistakable. Nina and Andrew’s bickering edge had vanished, and Jamie kept finding excuses to brush against me, or maybe I was finding excuses to brush against him. It was hard to tell. Elliot was too busy wiping porridge off Mike’s chin to notice the low thrum of sexual tension weaving through every breath.

“Right,” Elliot announced, “The weather’s decent, and this one’s climbing the walls already. I’m taking him out for a walk.”

“Big adventure,” Mike squealed, holding his arms out like an aeroplane.

Elliot grinned. “We’re going to find sticks. And puddles. And if we’re lucky, some fox poo.”

Jamie coughed into his coffee. “Charming.”

“You’re just jealous,” Elliot shot back. “You lot can sit around digesting breakfast like old people. We’ll be out there conquering nature. I assume I can trust you not to get into any arguments while I’m out?”

“Oh, I’m sure we can get along.” Nina said with a smile.

He kissed the top of Mike’s head, then glanced around. “We’ll be gone at least an hour. Maybe more if we find a park.”

Mike shouted, “Puddles!” and Elliot laughed, grabbing his coat from the hook.

“See you lot later. Try not to break the house while I’m gone.”

The door clicked shut behind them, and silence fell.

Nina raised an eyebrow at me. “An hour, you say?”

I felt my pulse quicken. This woman was incorrigible. Only yesterday we had been all tiptoeing round each other, and now I was about to fuck her ex-husband in front of her. For the second time!

Elliot had barely closed the front door behind him when Nina turned to us with a raised brow and a wicked smile.

Jamie grinned. “What are you thinking?”

She reached down, unknotted the belt, and let the robe slide from her shoulders. “I’m thinking we don’t need to be quiet anymore.”

She stood slowly, eyes fixed on Jamie like a predator scenting blood. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his joggers, tugging them down with practised ease. He helped her, stepping out of them, already half-hard.

Without a word, she sank to her knees on the rug, licking her lips as she looked up at him. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it once, slow and deliberate. Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

Jamie hissed through his teeth, his head tipping back.

I stood frozen for a moment, heart pounding, breath catching in my throat. Then Andrew was behind me, his hands sliding under my top, pushing it up and over my head. My leggings followed fast, peeled down with greedy fingers until I stood in nothing but my knickers. He spun me around and kissed me, his hands roaming over my arse, up my back, and into my hair.

He pulled away just long enough to tug my knickers down, then gave my bare hip a smack and guided me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the sofa.

“Sit,” he growled, voice low and thick.

I did, sinking into the cushions as he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands parted my thighs, spreading me open wide. The cool air kissed my folds, already wet and needy, and then his mouth was on me.

His tongue slid between my lips, slow and hot, lapping up the juices that had gathered there. He moaned into my cunt like he’d been starving for it, burying his face deep, tongue flicking over my clit with maddening precision. My hips jerked, hands flying to his head, fingers threading through his hair as he devoured me.

Every breath came faster. My thighs trembled around his head. I tilted my head and looked across the room.

Nina was still on her knees, Jamie’s cock deep in her throat now. Her head bobbed with a steady rhythm, one hand cupping his balls, the other gripping his thigh. Jamie’s hands were in her hair, his mouth open, breathing hard as he watched her swallow him down.

The room pulsed with heat as the ex-couple pleasured their new partners together. 

Andrew groaned against my cunt, the vibrations shooting through my clit. He pulled back just long enough to spit on me, rub it all in and lick it all up with a hungry growl.

My back arched, toes curling into the carpet, and I moaned his name.

Andrew’s mouth worked me over with slow, relentless focus, but even in the fog of pleasure I noticed something missing. His hands were eager, his tongue perfect, but when I slid my feet up the inside of his leg, grazing his thigh with my toes, I felt it. He wasn’t hard. Not yet.

I wasn’t surprised. Mornings were always tricky for him, and after the marathon last night, it wasn’t exactly unexpected. I didn’t care. I loved how he touched me, how he ate me out like he was trying to memorise every taste. But I knew he hated when his body didn’t match his desire.

So I smiled to myself, slid my fingers through his hair, and gave him a gentle nudge back.

“Stay right there,” I whispered, voice playful, before dashing upstairs, naked and still throbbing.

I knew exactly where he’d left them. His bag, by the bed. The little box of pills tucked in the side pouch. I fished one out, pressed it between my teeth, and padded back down the stairs, tits bouncing, heart racing.

Andrew was still kneeling in front of the sofa, his cock half-stirred but not ready yet, eyes fixed on me with that low, hungry look that always made my stomach flutter.

I walked up to him, wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss. His hands grabbed my waist instantly, dragging me close. I tilted my head, pressed my lips to his, and passed him the pill between our teeth.

He took it without hesitation, tongue flicking against mine, groaning into the kiss.

Then he pushed me back onto the sofa, following me down, our bodies tangling as we kissed deeper, harder. Skin against skin, heat building fast. I could feel his cock twitching between us, still soft, but beginning to stir.

I was breathless beneath him, my legs already parting, grinding up into the growing pressure of his hips.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nina and Jamie had paused. Nina was leaning against the arm of the chair, naked and flushed, her hand idly stroking Jamie’s cock again. They’d noticed me run off but hadn’t seen the pill. 

Andrew groaned against my lips, hips grinding gently into mine now, his cock finally starting to thicken slowly between our bodies. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer, sighing into the kiss.

I’d spared him the awkwardness of taking the pill. Just a kiss, just another filthy moment between lovers. And now, with his cock slowly rising between my thighs and his hands gripping my arse like he was ready to fuck me through the cushions, I knew exactly what was coming next.

Andrew’s cock was soon like hot steel, thick and heavy against my slit. I could feel the pressure of it pulsing along my folds with every beat of his heart, his hips moving in slow, lazy grinds that made my breath catch. The tip kept brushing my clit, sending little sparks shooting up my spine. I shifted beneath him, moaning softly into his mouth as I rolled my hips back against him.

We were so close. So ready.

Then I paused, blinking up at him.

“Do we have any condoms?” I asked, voice low, my fingers still stroking the back of his neck.

Andrew froze, just for a second. His cock was already lined up, nudging at my entrance. It would’ve taken nothing. One shift of his hips. One deep thrust.

From across the room, Nina laughed, breathless. “I thought that’s what you went upstairs for.”

“No, she just went up for one of my pills.” Andrew answered, to my surprise.

Jamie groaned and shot upright. “I’ve got some upstairs. “Be right back.” He sprinted off, bare arse flashing, his cock still half-hard and glistening from Nina’s mouth.

Andrew didn’t move.

He was still on top of me, his cock resting along the soaked heat of my cunt, our bodies pressed tight. His fingers found my breasts again, thumbs circling over my nipples until they peaked under his touch. His hips gave another slow grind, the underside of his cock rubbing right along my slit.

I whimpered.

Nina watched us, legs tucked beneath her, smiling with an odd softness. “You’re taking something now?” she asked Andrew quietly, her voice thoughtful.

His hands stilled, just for a second.

“Sometimes,” he said, not looking away from me.

Nina tilted her head. “Even with a hot little thing like her?”

I glanced up, curious, but said nothing.

Andrew nodded. “It’s not really about how hot anyone is. It’s not like you’re not attractive. It’s just hard sometimes… or not hard, I suppose. Especially in the mornings. And after a long night.”

Nina gave a quiet huff of surprise. “Makes me feel better, if I’m honest. I always thought I wasn’t… enough. Back then.”

There was a beat of silence. Andrew’s mouth was near my collarbone now, breathing warm across my skin. His cock still nestled firmly between my labia. 

“You were,” he said softly. “I just didn’t know how to deal with it. So I didn’t. I avoided it. Avoided sex. You needed to feel wanted, and I wasn’t giving you that.”

Nina’s expression flickered, a strange mix of sadness and relief. “And I made it worse by jumping on the first hard cock that looked at me. Our son’s flatmate, no less.”

The sound of pounding footsteps signalled Jamie’s return before we even saw him. He came barrelling down the stairs, a triumphant grin on his face, holding a box of condoms like a prize.

“Saved the day,” he panted, tossing one across the room.

Andrew snatched it out of the air just as Jamie tore into another foil wrapper with his teeth. I watched them for a beat, heart hammering. Jamie rolled the condom on quickly and moved behind Nina, guiding her up onto her knees and bending her over the arm of the sofa. She let out a pleased gasp as he pushed her down, her arse high and ready, thighs already slick with anticipation. He lined himself up, his sheathed cock thick and gleaming. He thrust in hard, both hands gripping Nina’s hips. She moaned, long and low, head tilted back as he started to fuck her with sharp, deep strokes.

While I watched, Andrew had climbed off me to get his condom on. I turned back to Andrew just as he rolled the condom down over his cock, now rigid and twitching with need.

I stood and pushed him down onto the sofa, his back hitting the cushions, his cock bobbing up against his belly. He looked surprised for a split second, then his eyes filled with lust as I climbed on top of him.

My thighs straddled his hips, my pussy hovering just above his cock.

“Your turn to lie back,” I murmured, dragging my wet folds along his shaft, grinding slow and slick until the condom was soaked in my juices.

Andrew gripped my hips tightly, his cock jerking against me, and I could see the muscles in his arms tense as he held himself back. He wanted to thrust. To take over.

But this time, I was going to ride him just the way Nina had ridden Jamie the night before.

And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

I sank down onto Andrew’s cock with a long, breathy moan, my thighs shaking as he filled me inch by perfect inch. He groaned beneath me, hands tight on my hips, head dropping back against the sofa. I rolled my hips, slow and deep at first, letting myself adjust, feeling every ridge and throb as my pussy clenched around him.

Across the room, Jamie was slamming into Nina from behind, his hands gripping her hips tight as he drove into her with fast, rough strokes. Her arse jiggled with every thrust, and her moans were rich and guttural, spilling freely from her throat.

The sight made something unhinge inside me.

I started riding Andrew faster, grinding down hard with every bounce, using him to chase that high building deep in my belly. My tits bounced with every movement, his hands sliding up to cup them, thumbs flicking my nipples as I rode him shamelessly.

My moans were loud, desperate, and completely unrestrained. I didn’t care who heard; I didn’t care what I sounded like. The feel of Andrew’s cock stroking deep inside me while I watched Jamie pound Nina across the room had me so fucking horny. I ground down harder, faster, chasing that edge with wild, frantic thrusts of my hips.

“Oh God, Andrew, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, I’m gonna fucking cum. Yes, yes, YES!”

The orgasm exploded out of me, sudden and overwhelming. I screamed, head thrown back, thighs shaking violently as my cunt clamped down around him. Pleasure tore through me in waves, my cries echoing off the walls as I clung to Andrew’s shoulders.

“Jesus,” Nina said between gasps and giggles. “That girl’s got lungs.”

I barely heard her. I was trembling, panting, and still grinding weakly as the aftershocks pulsed through me.

Andrew didn’t give me long to come down.

He grabbed my waist, flipped me in one fluid motion, and pressed me back into the sofa cushions. His cock never left me, sliding in deep again with one hard thrust that made me cry out all over again.

Then he started to fuck me. Really fuck me.

Andrew’s pace was brutal in the best way. Every thrust drove into me like he was trying to bury himself inside my spine. His cock filled me so completely I could feel it in my belly, the pressure intense and perfect. My hands were pinned above my head, his fingers tight around my wrists, and his mouth was hot against my neck, leaving little kisses between the deep grunts of his breath.

I was still shaking from the first orgasm, my cunt soaked and twitching around him, but it didn’t stop him. His hips kept slamming into mine, the sofa creaking beneath us, and the slick sounds of our bodies fucking filled the room. Only drowned out my moans. I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips up, desperate to take him deeper, to keep him there.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against my ear. “So wet. So tight.”

Every word made me clench around him. My moans were constant now, breathless and high, little gasps and cries that spilt with every thrust. His cock dragged over the tight walls inside me again and again, each stroke lighting a fuse in my core.

I could feel it building again, tingling up my thighs. My whole body starting to tense.

“Andrew, fuck, I’m,” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

My second orgasm tore through me like lightning. My back arched clean off the cushions, thighs squeezing around his waist, cunt pulsing and spasming wildly around his cock. I screamed again, raw and breathless, eyes rolling back as the pleasure ripped through me.

Andrew never stopped. He just kept fucking me while my body convulsed under him, every nerve on fire.

I was still riding the last aftershocks, my cunt fluttering around Andrew’s cock, when it started again. I could barely catch my breath. But the deep, pulsing ache that told me another orgasm was coming right on the heels of the last. It was going to be big. It always was if it followed up this quickly.

Andrew felt it too. He groaned, grinding his hips in little circles that made my toes curl. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his back, my legs shaking as he fucked me into nirvana, slow and grinding, each thrust sending sparks shooting through my overstimulated body.

I looked over to the other side of the room and saw Jamie was pulling out of Nina, her arse high in the air, her back arched and shining with sweat. He ripped the condom off, grunting as he gripped his cock in one fist, stroking it fast.

And then he came.

Thick ropes of cum spilt across Nina’s back, striping her from shoulder to arse in messy spurts. She let out a breathless giggle, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.

“Someone got some ideas from last night,” she teased, arching her back more, like she wanted every drop.

The sight of it sent me over the edge.

My whole body seized, breath catching, mouth falling open in a silent scream before the sound tore out of me, raw, guttural, uncontrollable.

I came hard.

Harder than before. Harder than I could remember. My cunt clamped down around Andrew’s cock like a vice, spasming again and again as my orgasm tore through me. My scream echoed off the walls, legs locking tight around him, nails digging into his shoulders as I shattered beneath him.

Andrew held on, groaning into my neck. My vision blurred. The whole room swam. 

He kept moving inside me, slower now, gentler, still chasing his own release. But I was too sensitive, too raw, every grind of his cock against my swollen cunt making me flinch.

I whimpered, squirming under him. “I need a minute… I’m too, fuck, I’m too sensitive.”

He froze, lips brushing my cheek, the weight of him still heavy and hot above me.

Across the room, Jamie was slumped back in the armchair, chest rising and falling, spent and glowing. His cock twitched as he looked over at us, but he was done. There is no more left in him.

Nina, however, didn’t look finished. Her thighs were still parted, her back slick with cum, her eyes half-lidded and still hungry.

She gave a little laugh, breathless and knowing. “Well… seems like you’ve got one cock still ready to go.”

Andrew’s gaze flicked to her. His cock was still hard, almost painfully so. Veins thick, tip flushed, still twitching above me. 

Nina raised an eyebrow. “Obvious solution, isn’t it?”

He turned to me then, his expression hesitant, as if waiting for permission.

I nodded, still panting, my body trembling with aftershocks. “Go on. She needs it.”

Andrew pressed a kiss to my mouth, slow and grateful. I watched as he crossed the room, his cock standing tall, glistening with my juices and throbbing with urgency.

Nina was still on her knees against the sofa. He took her by the hips and gently rolled her onto her back, pressing her into the cushions. Jamie’s cum smeared between her spine and the fabric, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Fuck,” she said, looking down at his cock as he knelt between her legs. “Those pills really do the job.”

Andrew gave a crooked grin. “They make sure I finish what I start.”

He lined himself up, rubbing the head of his cock through the slick between her thighs. Nina sighed, spreading her legs wider, her eyes locked on his.

“Been a long time since you looked at me like that,” she murmured.

Andrew leaned down, kissing her softly, cock nudging at her entrance. “Been a long time since I let myself.”

He pushed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself deep inside her. Nina gasped, her hands flying to his back, her body arching up to take every inch.

Their bodies moved in slow, deliberate rhythm, their eyes locked.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, between moans. “For what I did.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her again. “I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.”

Nina’s hands gripped his shoulders tighter as he fucked her deep, slow and steady. “Still… didn’t mean I had to fuck Elliot’s roommate.”

Andrew laughed softly, thrusting deeper. “No. But you did, and I can forgive that. Hell, I just watched it, and it was hot.”

She moaned louder, biting her lip. “And you still want me?”

He drove in hard, bottoming out with a grunt. “Always.”

I stayed sprawled across the sofa, thighs sticky and heart still thudding, as Andrew fucked Nina with long, deep thrusts just a few feet away. Her legs were high in the air, and his body moved over hers with a rhythm that was more than just lust. There was something else in the way they kissed between thrusts, something tender layered in.

Jamie shuffled over beside me, still naked, still softening, but flushed and glowing. He sat close, thigh pressed to mine, and followed my gaze to the sofa.

“They’ve definitely reconciled,” he murmured, voice low with something that wasn’t quite humour.

I didn’t reply straight away. We both watched as Andrew drove into her, slow and deep, his hands sliding under her arse to lift her just that little bit more. Nina’s mouth was slack with pleasure, her fingers tangled in his hair, and their eyes locked every time he sank in.

It was intimate. Raw. Not just fucking.

“Yeah,” I whispered finally. “That’s not just sex. That’s... them.”

Jamie nodded. “I’ve never seen her fuck like that.”

I glanced down and noticed his hand between his thighs, slowly stroking himself back to life. I smiled, my fingers reaching over to replace his. He let go with a sigh, and I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking in time with Andrew’s thrusts. Each pump of my hand matched the slap of hips across the room.

Jamie groaned, head tipping back against the sofa.

“They do look good together,” I murmured, watching the sweat sheen on their bodies, the sounds of their pleasure rising, filling the space between us. “Fucking hell... she really missed him, didn’t she?”

“Looks like he missed her too,” Jamie breathed.

I stroked him a little faster. Jamie was getting hard again, the soft growl in his throat deepening with each glide of my hand. But neither of us looked away.

My legs still ached, and my pussy still throbbed, but I didn’t feel overstimulated any more. Watching Andrew and Nina, so slow, so locked into each other, had lit something else in me. Something raw and reckless. It helped that I finally had my hands on Jamie, who I’d been tempted by since he arrived. That temptation had only been stoked by watching him fuck Nina.

I didn’t say a word.

I just climbed into his lap.

He looked up in surprise as I swung my leg over him, straddling his hips, the tip of his cock brushing my entrance. I grinned and sank down with a slow, needy moan, taking him deep in one smooth slide.

“Oh fuck, Katie,” Jamie groaned, hands flying to my waist as I bottomed out.

I shuddered, sitting fully on his cock, the stretch perfect, the weight of him inside me exactly what I needed. He felt so good, and I hadn’t even started moving yet.

But when I did, I rode him. Fast, greedy thrusts of my hips, bouncing with energy that startled even me. His hands gripped tighter, thrusting up into me to match my pace.

Behind us, Andrew and Nina were still moving slowly, murmuring apologies between kisses. I could hear Nina gasping softly as Andrew whispered something we couldn’t make out.

But Jamie and I were primal chaos.

Our kisses were wild and messy, all tongue and teeth between our panting breaths. I ground down hard, bracing my hands on his chest, moaning loud and without shame.

“God, fuck, yes,” I gasped, riding him harder. “You feel so fucking good.”

He was thrusting back now, faster, driving up into me with more power. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, loud and frantic, and I threw my head back as the pleasure surged.

Then Jamie laughed, voice ragged. “Wanna go for coffee sometime?”

I paused and blinked down at him, panting, thighs burning.

“What?”

“Coffee,” he grunted, thrusting up hard. “Sometime in the new year?”

I burst out laughing, starting to bounce on his cock again, as another orgasm began to build. “Are you seriously asking me out right now?”

He grinned, breathless. “Seemed like a good time.”

I shrieked as he hit just the right spot, again and again.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes!”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he groaned.

I leaned down, kissed him hard, then pulled back with a wicked smile.

“Best first date invite I’ve ever had.”

Jamie and I kept going, our rhythm unpredictable, playful, hungry. We moved from the sofa to the floor, our bodies shifting, tangled, fucking with that kind of reckless energy you only get from the excitement of a first fuck. My thighs burnt, my skin flushed, and my pussy ached in the most delicious way as his cock filled me over and over again.

He rolled me onto my side at one point, leg hiked over his hip. Then onto all fours. Then flat on my back again, the rug beneath me scratchy on my spine. We kissed through it all, gasped and laughed, and moaned into each other’s mouths as our bodies kept crashing together.

Eventually he ended up on top, grinding deep, slow and thick. I could feel him twitching inside me. The orgasm was building again. Slow, steady, coiling tighter each time he bottomed out.

I was so close.

Then he pulled out.

“No, wait!” I barely had time to protest.

He groaned as he yanked himself free, stroking his cock fast. And then he came. Hot spurts shot across my stomach and tits, one landing just below my chin. His breath caught in his throat, hips jerking as his cum splashed across my stomach and breasts.

I lay there panting, blinking up at him. He wasn't wearing a condom. He’d taken it off to cum on Nina, and I hadn’t noticed when I straddled him. I had thought it felt particularly good.

Fuck.

Good thing he had been so keen to cum on my chest. 

But I was left on the edge, panting and wide-eyed, my cunt clenching uselessly around nothing.

“You bastard, I was so fucking close.” I gasped, laughing, even as I squirmed.

Jamie didn’t miss a beat. He dropped straight down between my legs, pushed my thighs apart, and buried his face in my cunt.

His tongue was hot and urgent, licking up all the juices he could. Two fingers slid inside me, crooking just right, and I nearly cried with relief.

“Oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

It didn’t take long.

My back arched off the floor, hips grinding into his mouth as I came with a sharp cry. My orgasm crashed over me, legs shaking, hands tangled in his hair, breath ripping from my lungs.

At the same time, from the other sofa, I heard Nina moan, long and low, as she finally orgasmed.

Then slurred and breathless. “Go on, love. Cum in your little slut’s face.”

Andrew didn’t hesitate. I looked up just as he stepped toward me, cock in hand, covered with Nina’s arousal.

I probably should have been offended by Nina calling me a slut but honestly, it didn’t feel wrong.

Not with cum already cooling on my belly.

Not with my cunt still throbbing from another orgasm.

Not with how much I wanted Andrew to cum onto me.

I tilted my face up, tongue out, eyes locked on Andrew. Yeah I didn’t mind being a bit of a slut. 

“Do it,” I whispered.

He stood over me, one hand pumping his cock with quick, desperate strokes. His eyes were locked on mine, wild and hungry, and his chest heaved with effort. I knelt back on my elbows, still panting, showing off the streaks of cum from Jamie. My thighs were spread, cunt wet and twitching, nipples tight, and my face turned up for him, open, waiting, eager.

I kept my eyes on his.

“Give it to me,” I whispered, voice rough, full of need.

That did it.

He grunted, hips jerking as the first thick rope of cum shot from the swollen head of his cock. It hit my cheek, warm and heavy, then another landed across my lips and nose, sticky and hot. He kept stroking, breath catching in his throat, and more shot across my face, long, messy streaks painting my skin, dripping down my chin, clinging to my lashes.

I opened my mouth, moaning as the taste hit my tongue.

Andrew groaned deep in his chest, still pulsing in his hand as the last few spurts leaked out, thick and slow, dripping down onto my tits, adding to the mess Jamie had already left behind.

I was covered. And I loved it.

I licked my lips, swallowed the taste of Andrew’s cum, and smiled up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, cum sliding slowly down my jaw.

“Good girl,” Nina purred from the sofa, voice full of smug delight.

Eventually we peeled ourselves off the floor and sofas and went to shower and get dressed. Just as I was finished, I heard a shout from downstairs. 

“Hey!” Elliot called out cheerfully. “We’re back!” I went down to the living room just as Mike barrelled in first, chubby arms full of twigs and conkers. “Look what I found!”

“Very impressive,” Nina said, standing and giving him a big hug. I noticed the sofa she was sitting on had a blanket draped over it. I assumed to hide the marks left by our recent activities. Mike charged off through the house, apparently to plant his sticks in the back garden. I looked at Nina to confirm I heard that right, but she just shrugged.

Jamie and Andrew came down, both looking freshly scrubbed, and Andrew offered to make tea for everyone. Elliot just glanced over us all. A knowing look in his eyes.

“Well,” he said, “you all sorted it out, then?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, as innocently as possible, “We’ve all showered if that’s what you meant.”

He raised a brow. “Tension’s gone. No one’s bickering. “You”, he pointed at Nina, “aren’t glaring at him.” Then to Andrew. “You’ve stopped looking like you’re at a funeral.” Then to Jamie. “You’re grinning, which makes me nervous.” And finally, me. “And you’ve got that look. The one you had after that rugby lad from second year. Also, you’ve got a hickey on your neck from last night.”

I blinked.

“You knew?”

“Course I bloody knew,” Elliot said, dropping onto the sofa. He clearly didn’t know everything. “You’re not quiet, Katie. You may have quieted down while I was in the house, but I could hear you from down the street. Thought the neighbours would call the police.”

My face burnt.

“I figured if I got everyone under the same roof,” he went on, “you’d all either kill each other or… sort yourselves out.”

Jamie laughed. “You manipulative little shit.”

“Worked though, didn’t it?” Elliot beamed.

We all looked at one another. Nina and Andrew were side by side again, hands touching. Jamie’s fingers brushed mine. No one argued.

Nina smirked. “Fine. You were right.”

“Thank you,” Elliot said, smug as anything. “Now someone mentioned something about some tea.”

Jamie and I didn’t rush. We moved in together and had a few more filthy nights with the four of us, nothing planned, always spontaneous. A bottle of wine, a shared look, and suddenly we were naked on the rug again. But the more real things got between us, the less we needed anyone else. Eventually, it faded out, not with drama, just with quiet certainty.

By the time Jamie proposed, we hadn’t shagged Nina or Andrew in over a year.

He did it mid-hike, at the top of a hill, red-faced and panting. I thought he was having a stroke until he dropped to one knee.

Of course I said yes.

At our wedding, Elliot stood beside Jamie as best man again. He made a joke about how we first got together. Nina snorted prosecco out her nose. Andrew winked at me across the table.

Andrew and Nina remarried the following summer. Nothing flashy. Just a quiet ceremony in the garden with family, friends, and too much prosecco. Mike toddled down the aisle dropping petals, and Elliot gave the most inappropriate best man speech I’d ever heard.

Nina pretended to be scandalised.

Andrew just smiled and pulled her close, kissing her like they were twenty-five again.

It was the messiest, naughtiest, most wonderfully fucked-up holiday any of us ever had.

And it put everything exactly where it belonged.