The storm hit in seconds. One moment we were laughing, mud flicking up around our boots; the next we were sprinting through the trees with rain coming down so hard it stung. By the time we reached the tent, we were drenched, soaked through to the skin.

Evan yanked the flap open and shoved me inside. Liam and Jess tumbled in behind us, dripping and breathless. The moment the zip closed, the hammer of rain on the nylon drowned everything else out. My vest clung to my chest so tight it left nothing to the imagination, my nipples rock-hard against the thin fabric. I caught Evan’s eyes drop and linger before he looked away. Too late, I’d seen it.

Jess shook out her hair, sending drops flying. Her top was plastered to her skin, the outline of her tits so clear I could see the darker circles of her nipples. I didn’t miss the way my husband Evan’s gaze flicked to her, didn’t miss the pulse that jumped in his throat. My stomach gave a sharp twist, not just from jealousy.

Because I wasn’t innocent either. Liam had already peeled off his soaked t-shirt, his broad chest and shoulders glistening. I’d admired his strength before; now, with water running down him, those thoughts burnt hotter than they should.

“We’re soaked,” Liam said, calm but firm. “Get stripped in this section, or you’ll ruin the sleeping areas.”

No one argued. 

I pulled my vest over my head, the wet fabric slapping onto the groundsheet. Water trickled between my tits and down my stomach. Liam’s eyes flicked down before he caught himself, but not fast enough. My clit throbbed at the flash of hunger there. I bent to push my trousers down, slow enough to make him watch, my arse high in the air. I heard it, a low grunt from behind me, swallowed by the storm but not lost.

Jess stepped out of her shorts, bare legs shining. Evan’s gaze dropped instantly to her arse, his jaw tight. She glanced back at him, that little knowing curve to her mouth. He didn’t look away.

Once stripped, Evan and I ducked into our section of the tent, the storm pounding outside. The canvas walls shuddered with the wind, the sound of rain muffled but constant. Inside it was close and heavy, the air thick with damp heat.

I pushed him, his back hitting the thin wall, the movement sending a tremor through the whole tent. We were both still in our underwear, dripping. My bra clung to my tits, almost see-through now, my nipples hard from the chill and the way he was looking at me. My knickers were plastered to my skin, leaving nothing hidden. His boxers were just as bad, his cock straining and obvious.

I pressed into him, my wet body flush against his, hands sliding up his chest before gripping his hair and pulling him into a deep, needy kiss. His hands found my arse immediately, squeezing hard, hauling me against him until I could feel every inch of him.

When his mouth left mine, his breathing was rough. “This feels familiar,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

I knew exactly what he meant. “You’re thinking about that night with Liam and Jess.”

His lips curved. “Hard not to. You on Liam’s lap, his hand between your thighs. Jess grinding on me, her tits in my face. We never really talked about it after.”

My pulse kicked. “We didn’t need to. We both knew how close we came to crossing the line.”

“And now?” His voice was low and loaded.

“Now it feels exactly the same.” My hips rolled against his thigh, my knickers dragging over him, heat blooming in my belly. “I can still remember how it felt when you were watching me with him. And how you looked with her on you. That same look’s in your eyes right now.”

He gave a quiet groan. “It’s in yours too.”

His hand slipped under my knickers, fingers finding me hot and desperately wet. I gasped, my forehead tipping to his.

“Feels like back then,” he murmured, stroking me slowly. “Only wetter.”

“And harder,” I said, brushing my hand over his length through the damp fabric. “You always get this way when you think about it.”

His breath caught. “You wanted him then. You want him now.”

I didn’t deny it. “And you wanted her. You still do.”

For a moment we just breathed against each other, caught in it. The storm outside, the thin wall between us and them, the memory of that night a few months ago still raw enough to taste. His finger was moving inside me. He was ready to fuck right then and there. 

“If we do this now,” I whispered, “they’ll hear us.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” My voice shook. I stepped back, peeling my soaked knickers down and drying myself, his eyes tracking every move. “We go out there before I change my mind.” I acted as if I just didn’t want to hear our friends having sex, but deep down I knew that this night could be a lot more interesting that a quick shag in our sleeping bags.

We pulled on dry clothes without underwear, hearts pounding, those familiar dangerous feelings thrumming between us as we headed back to the others.

We stepped out of our sleeping area, still flushed from what had just happened inside, both of us trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. Liam and Jess were already stretched out in the common space, towels wrapped loosely around them, water still dripping from their hair.

Evan’s eyes went straight to Jess’s chest. I saw it instantly. Her towel was pulled tight, straining over the swell of her tits, the curve of them just visible. My palm cracked against his arm before I even thought about it. He grunted in surprise.

“Oi,” I snapped. “Stop staring, you jackass.”

Jess looked up at me, grinning as her dark hair fell over one shoulder. “Don’t blame him, Sophie. It’s only natural he stares at someone this hot.”

The smug tilt of her mouth made something hot and mean flare in my stomach. I’d seen the way Evan had looked at her earlier, and I wasn’t letting her win that little game so easily. My gaze flicked to Liam, broad chest bare, towel hanging so low I could see the start of that deep V that led down to his crotch.

I stepped forward and bent into a deep stretch, slow and deliberate, my arse high in the air. The towel stretched tight over my hips, showing every curve. I am a yoga teacher; I knew what my body could do, and I knew exactly where Liam’s eyes would go.

Sure enough, I heard the little shift of his weight on the mat. “You’re very flexible,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

I looked back over my shoulder at him, giving him a grin that was part playful, part filthy. “That’s only half of it,” I murmured, holding the pose long enough for my tits to sway with each breath. My heart was pounding. I’d pictured his big hands gripping my hips before, pinning me down. Ever since that night of foreplay. That night when we denied ourselves that final pleasure. Now I could see that thought mirrored in his eyes.

Beside me, Evan shifted, jaw tight.

“If you’re quite done flirting,” Evan said, voice tight, “maybe we can figure out what we’re doing for the rest of the day.”

I straightened slowly, letting the towel loosen just enough over my hips before I turned to face him. My pulse was racing. The day was far from over.

I stayed bent forward, my arse only inches from Liam’s knee. “I thought I’d just keep flirting,” I said, straightening slowly so my breasts bounced. My eyes locked on his. “Teach my husband what wandering eyes get him.”

Jess giggled softly, adjusting her towel lower over her chest. “You’re making this far too complicated, Sophie. Capturing the male gaze is easy.”

Before I could answer, her towel slipped, one perfect breast spilling free. Evan’s eyes went straight to it, his breath catching, and I felt that sharp stab of white-hot jealousy light up inside me. Cheating cow. I can beat that.

I yanked my top off and let it drop to the floor. The shift in the air was instant. Liam’s eyes snapped to my bare tits, his chest rising faster. Heat pooled low in my belly, my thighs pressing together without thinking.

Jess didn’t flinch. She smiled wider and let her own towel fall all the way, standing there naked, tits high and full, hips tilted like she owned the space.

My lips curled into a grin that felt wicked even to me. “Two can play at that game.” I hooked my thumbs into my yoga pants and pushed them down slowly, peeling them over my hips, wiggling my bare arse back towards Liam until I could feel the warmth of his body close behind me.

The tent was silent except for the steady patter of rain outside. My heart thumped so hard I could hear it. I knew Liam’s eyes were locked on my arse. I knew Evan’s were too. And Jess, still standing there all smug, looked at me as though she was daring me to take the next step.

Liam shifted on the mat, the movement loosening his towel until it hung dangerously low. I felt the heat of him right behind me, so close I could almost imagine the press of his cock through the thin fabric. I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring, completely focused on the curve of me.

That thrill rushed through me again. I bent forward, letting my tits hang and sway, making sure he saw every inch I was offering. If Jess wanted a contest, I wasn’t backing down.

Liam’s hands came up slowly, hesitating for just a second before they landed on my waist. A soft gasp escaped me before I could stop it. One hand slid forward, closing over my breast. His fingers teased my nipple, which was hard under his touch. My lips parted, my breath shaky, but I didn’t move away. I didn’t want to.

Across from me, Evan sat frozen. That look on Evan’s face… part shock, part hunger… it sent a wicked little spark straight to my clit.

Jess stepped into my peripheral vision and knelt in front of him. Her grin was pure trouble. She placed a hand on his thigh, her nails grazing lightly.

“Sophie…” he muttered, voice tight. I couldn’t tell if he was warning her or begging her.

She tilted her head, giving him one last chance to stop her. He didn’t. Her hand slid higher until she cupped him through his joggers. “You’re very hard,” she said, her voice low and meant only for him. Even though I could hear it clearly.

Then Liam’s other hand slid down to my arse, fingers digging into me, while his thumb toyed with my nipple. I moaned, my hips rocking back into him without thinking.

Jess’s hand gripped Evan more firmly. “Let me,” she murmured.

He didn’t answer, just gave the smallest nod, his breath shallow.

Jess tugged his waistband down until his cock sprang free. The cool air hit him, making him twitch in her hand. She looked at him for a beat, biting her lip, then wrapped her fingers around him and started stroking slowly and steadily. Jess was on her knees, her hand working my husband’s cock, his face a mix of disbelief and pure lust. My cunt clenched hard, heat pooling low.

I looked down at Liam’s towel, saw the thick ridge straining under it, and the words tumbled out before I could think. “Are we really doing this?” My voice sounded smaller and breathier than I meant.

Liam’s lips brushed my ear. “Anyone want to stop?” His tone was deep and rough, testing the air between us.

No one answered. No one pulled away.

My hand trembled as I reached down, hooking a finger into the edge of his towel. I gave it a tug, and it fell open. His cock was hot against my bare arse as I rocked back into him. His fingers slid down between my thighs, finding my clit and rubbing in tight, deliberate circles that made my knees threaten to give out.

Jess leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head of Evan’s cock. I saw the way his whole body tensed, the groan that escaped him deep and unrestrained. 

Liam’s fingers worked my clit faster and harder. His other hand twisted my nipple, sending jolts through me. My nails dug into his thigh as my hips rolled shamelessly over his cock, the length of him hot and slick against my folds. I glanced over my shoulder.

Evan’s eyes were wide, locked on me, but Jess’s mouth was sliding further down his shaft, her hand working the part she couldn’t take. My thighs trembled at the sight. Saliva coated his cock, dripping down to his balls. Evan’s hand sank into her wet hair, his hips twitching like he couldn’t help it.

Liam’s thick fingers moved in tight circles over my clit, each one making me bite back another moan. Every grind made my cunt clench hard, desperate for him inside me.

I looked at Evan again. Jess’s head was moving faster now, her lips stretched wide around his length. His chest was rising and falling sharply, his face tight with pleasure. His cock gleamed with her spit, her hand stroking him while she swallowed him as deep as she could. My clit throbbed so hard it almost hurt.

“You’re dripping for me,” Liam growled in my ear. “You want this cock inside you?”

“Yes… fuck yes,” I gasped, my voice shaking.

Evan’s breathing turned ragged, his thighs tensing. I knew that look; he was close. Watching me grinding Liam’s cock had him right on the edge. But he didn’t give in and explode. His fingers curled into Jess’s hair, pulling her off him gently. She looked up at him, eyes full of heat.

“On your back,” he told her, voice low and rough.

She bit her lip but obeyed, lying back on the groundsheet. My breath caught at the sight of her, naked, flushed, her pussy glistening and open for him, for my husband.

Evan knelt between her legs, spreading them wide in his hands. He lowered his head until his tongue slid over her clit in one slow sweep. Jess cried out instantly, grabbing at his hair, pulling him closer.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He licked her again, slower this time, tasting her like he’d been waiting years for it. My hips rocked harder into Liam’s touch, my clit throbbing in time with every filthy sound from Evan’s mouth.

Evan grabbed Jess’s thighs and spread her wide, his mouth going straight to her clit. The cry she let out went through me like a jolt. Her hands flew into his hair, dragging him closer. I watched his tongue sweep over her, slow and deliberate, tasting her, pulling every moan from her lips. Then his fingers pushed inside, two thick digits, deep, curling up into the spot that made her hips buck.

“Oh God… Evan!” She gasped breathlessly.

He growled against her, sucking her clit hard while his fingers worked her faster. Jess’s thighs shook, her hands tangled in his hair like she couldn’t let go.

Her moans went sharp and desperate. I saw the moment her body tensed and felt it in my own bones. Evan didn’t let up; his fingers curled, his mouth locked on her swollen clit, sucking until she screamed.

It happened all at once; a hot gush sprayed from her, hitting his chin and his cheeks, soaking his fingers before dripping down to the mat. She gasped, eyes wide, trembling like she’d been shocked.

“Shit… did I just…” she panted.

Evan looked up, face glistening, grin pure filth. “Yeah,” he said, voice thick. “And I’m going to make you do it again.”

He dove back in, licking her clean before attacking her clit with the same brutal focus. His fingers pumped into her, wet and fast. It must have been less than a minute before Jess screamed again, another burst soaking his face and chest. My breath caught, my thighs clenching around Liam’s as I ground harder against him. His fingers never stopped circling my clit.

We hadn’t agreed on ground rules before we started. Last time we had agreed to swap back to our own partners before we orgasmed, but that was well and truly past now. And oh god, did I want Liam inside me. It was so close as his cock slid up and down my outer lips. A small change in angle and my husband's best friend would be deep inside me.

Liam shifted behind me, his cock hot and slick from grinding between my folds. His voice was low and commanding. “I need you.” He was clearly feeling the same.

Before I could react, his arms hooked under my thighs, and he lifted me. One smooth motion and I was spun round, my legs draped over his broad shoulders, my tits bouncing from the force. My pussy was fully exposed, wet and throbbing, and I grabbed the nearest tent pole just to steady myself. I crossed my feet behind his head, my legs draped over his shoulders and strong chest.

The way he held me, so strong, so steady, sent a rush of heat through me. He positioned me right over his cock, his tip nudging at my entrance.

I looked sideways. Evan was watching me now, his cock stiff and glistening with Jess’s slick. He wasn’t stopping this. He wasn’t angry. His expression was pure, starving hunger.

That hunger in Evan’s eyes made my breath catch. My clit throbbed just from knowing he was watching me like that. I bit my lip, turned my head toward Liam, and whispered through a ragged breath, “Fuck me.”

His hands clamped tighter on my hips, the grip bruising, and then he slammed up into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed, nails gouging into the tent pole as my whole body shook. His cock filled me so deep I could barely breathe. He didn’t pause, just pounded into me, lifting me with every drive, my tits bouncing wildly with the force.

I risked a glance at Evan. His jaw was clenched, his cock twitching as he stared at me hanging from Liam’s shoulders while he fucked me mid-air. I should have been embarrassed. Instead, the way he looked at me made my pussy clutch around Liam even tighter. God, I wanted him to watch me cum like this.

Jess’s voice pulled his gaze back. “Don’t stop, Evan; make me do it again.” Her voice trembled, desperate.

I saw him grin against her soaked pussy, fingers moving faster, mouth sealed over her clit. Jess’s hips bucked uncontrollably, her cries high and sharp. She was insatiable. I didn’t think I could be so ready after two orgasms in quick succession, but it took very little time before she came hard, another hot spray soaking his face, dripping down his chest. He groaned into her. fingers still buried deep, working her like he could wring more out of her until she couldn’t breathe.

Seeing her gush for him again did something to me. Something that made my belly twist and my cunt pulse hard around Liam’s cock. I cried out, Liam driving into me like he was trying to fuck me through the ceiling. I looked down at Evan and shouted his name, my voice nothing but raw, filthy ecstasy.

Liam groaned, his hips pistoning faster, sweat rolling down his chest. My thighs quivered around his neck, every muscle in my body straining as the pleasure which had been coiled tight snapped. My head tipped back, hair clinging to my damp skin, my moans spilling out louder and louder until I couldn’t tell if they were even mine anymore.

Evan watched me climax in his best friend's grip, tits bouncing with every thrust, my voice shaking with every cry. 

Liam finally lowered me to the mat, my cunt gripping him one last time before he slid out, leaving me trembling and wet. I barely had a second to catch my breath before he grabbed my ankle. One long leg was shoved high above my head, my body stretched open.

My chest rose and fell fast as I looked up at him towering over me, his cock still so ready to go. I’d daydreamed about this before, honestly before even our night of foreplay, his size, his strength, but I’d never thought it would actually happen. Now I was pinned, exposed, my body open for another man while my husband sat there and watched.

Liam pushed his thick cock back into me with one slow, deliberate thrust that made a raw, desperate cry rip from my throat. The angle was brutal, stretching me open and slamming deep in a way that made my toes curl. His hips drove forward with that raw, unrelenting power I’d secretly imagined before, one big hand gripping my raised thigh tight, the other squeezing my breast roughly, his thumb flicking my nipple until it ached.

I kept eye contact with my husband, who was still letting Jess recover a bit, his cock in hand, his face filled with lust. I could see the jealousy in his eyes, but it was drowned under the heat burning there. He was drinking in every inch of me, and I wanted him to.

Jess’s soft hand tugged on his arm. “Evan,” she breathed, eyes dark and needy. “I need you inside me now.”

His gaze flicked from me to her, chest heaving. He nodded without a word, shifting over her body. Jess spread her thighs instantly, her pussy glistening, open for him. He crawled between her legs, his cock hard and slick with pre-cum as he lined up with her entrance.

The moment he pushed inside her, they both moaned. Jess’s legs clamped around him, pulling him deep until his hips met hers. He bent low, mouth latching onto her full breast, sucking her nipple with greedy, wet pulls as he started to fuck her.

Jess arched under him, gasping, nails digging into his scalp. “Yes… oh God, yes… fuck me.”

He groaned into her skin, kneading her tits in both hands while driving his cock deep and steady. Every bounce of her breasts against his mouth made his thrusts harder. I could see it; he’d thought about this before, dreamed about it. And now he was doing it.

Liam’s pace grew punishing, his deep grunts vibrating against my ear as he slammed me into the mat. The position had him hitting something perfect inside me, sharp enough to rip screams from my throat. My nails scraped at the groundsheet, my body shaking uncontrollably until the orgasm broke me. I came hard around him, pulsing around his thick shaft while my voice tore into the humid air of the tent.

Evan felt Jess start to pulse around him, her nails digging deep into his shoulders. He growled against her breast, one hand sliding down to her clit, working it in tight, fast circles as his thrusts grew rougher. Jess’s moans pitched higher, breaking into wild cries, her hips jerking out of rhythm until a hot gush sprayed over his thighs, drenching his cock and balls.

His hips faltered as he gasped. “Fuck… you’re squirting again… Jesus Christ…”

Jess whimpered, trembling beneath him. “I can’t… I can’t stop…”

Evan slammed deep, kissing her hard, his fingers grinding her clit, working for a final release. Jess’s chest rose and fell fast, her skin slick, her lips parted as she fought for breath. Evan slowed, thinking she needed a break, but she caught his face in both hands and kissed him deep, her tongue hot and hungry. When she pulled away, her voice was low but commanding.

“On your back,” she panted.

Evan obeyed without hesitation, lying flat, his cock wet and heavy against his stomach. Jess climbed over him, dragging her soaked cunt along his abs before shifting higher, knees planting on either side of his head. The heat and scent of her arousal flooded his senses.

“Jesus, Jess… You’re fucking incredible,” he rasped, gripping her thighs.

Her gaze locked with his, dark and full of lust. “Shut up and make me cum again.”

She lowered herself until her slick folds pressed against his mouth. Evan’s tongue slid over her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke before sucking it hard, his hands locking on her arse to hold her still. Jess moaned loud and unrestrained, her hips grinding against his eager mouth. Evan devoured her, tasting every drop, his cock twitching in the air between them as her cries spurred him on.

My cunt clenched viciously around Liam’s thick cock, her last orgasm still pulsing through her. My husband’s tongue was buried in her. They were both loving every second, and I was dripping watching it happen.

Liam shifted, hooking his arms under my back and hauling me into a deep bridge. My strong body arched beautifully, hips high, breasts bouncing with every thrust as he knelt between my legs and pounded down into me. Sweat slicked his skin, his low grunts vibrating through the hot, heavy air.

I whimpered, trying to hold the pose, arms trembling from the effort. Normally I could hold the pose all day, but after orgasming and with another one building, the strain was showing. Every brutal slam of Liam’s hips forced a gasp from my throat, the raw, athletic power of it making me dizzy.

Jess’s moans hit a fever pitch, her voice breaking as Evan’s mouth worked her clit mercilessly. Her thighs clamped tight around his head, nails dragging down her stomach. “Oh… fuck… I’m… coming.”

Evan groaned into her, sucking harder, locking his fingers into the soft flesh of her arse to keep her pinned to his mouth. Jess’s whole body convulsed above him, a hot gush spilling over his face and chest. She screamed, bucking wildly, more fluid spraying in wet, messy bursts.

Evan dragged her down even harder against his mouth, moaning as he lapped at her like he’d drown in her. 

My cries tangled with Jess’s as Liam’s thrusts turned savage. He pounded into me with relentless, punishing force, every slam of his hips pushing me closer to the edge. My back arched, my cunt slick and pulsing around him, soaking his cock, dripping down my arse, making a mess of the mat beneath us.

I turned my head and met Evan’s eyes through the haze of it. His face was drenched in Jess’s juices, his tongue still working between her thighs like a starved man. Watching him like that, face wet with her pleasure, devouring her cunt, I came again. A scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the tent and into the storm outside.

Liam groaned and drove harder, every muscle in his body tense with effort. I shook beneath him, locked in another orgasm, wave after wave crashing through me. 

Jess finally slumped forward onto Evan’s chest, her limbs twitching from the long high. Evan wrapped her up, breathing her in, his cock still stiff and soaked, throbbing against her.

He rolled her gently to the side and pressed himself in behind her. His prick, hard and thick, pressed right against her slit. She whimpered, her voice small and broken. “Evan… I need a break…”

But he kissed her shoulder, one arm sliding beneath her to cup her tit, thumb flicking her nipple. The other dipped lower, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it slowly.

“You’re not done yet,” he growled into her ear.

She moaned as he slid into her, spooning her tight. He groaned low, rocking against her with slow, deliberate thrusts, his fingers circling her clit in perfect rhythm. He was clearly being gentle in response to her plea, even if he wasn’t going to stop.

I turned my head again, cunt throbbing at the sight of it. My husband was buried in Jess, his hands on her tits, his mouth at her neck. He looked like he was in heaven, fucking her like he’d waited a lifetime. And I was stretched wide, Liam’s thick cock pounding up into me, watching my husband fill my best friend.

Liam was slowing down, clearly tiring from the punishing pace he had set. With his hands firm on my waist, he pulled free from my soaked cunt, his cock glistening with me, and sat back on the mat. I crawled into his lap, facing him, and sank down onto him with one long, needy thrust. We groaned together. My whole body shivered as he filled me again. It had been merely seconds, but I had missed the feel of his cock inside me.

I started to ride him slow, sweat running down my back. My nails grazed his chest as I moved, grinding on him in tight, deliberate circles. I glanced sideways to enjoy the view of our partners.

Evan’s cock was sliding in and out of Jess’s soaked cunt. His hips pressed flush against her arse. It was subtle, but I was watching and could see as Jess’s pussy clutched around Evan’s cock, his fingers teasing her clit just right. I clenched hard around Liam, both of us moaning at the sight of our spouses fucking. 

Liam gripped my arse and pulled me down harder. He bit my nipple and sucked deep while his other hand dug into my arse cheek. I picked up the pace, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every slam.

I couldn't stop crying out. I rode Liam like a woman possessed, tits bouncing, my sweat mixing with his. This was it, I knew. Jess and I had had countless orgasms that night, but we were about to cross another line. I could feel Liam was close, and Evan was clearly approaching the edge too.

Both men had been utterly brilliant, holding off their climax and pleasuring us until we could barely breathe, and now it was their turn. I was about to get filled with cum by my husband's best friend as I watched my husband unload himself into Jess.

The thought of the forbidden nature of getting filled with another man's cum excited me so much. Liam was ready. Liam’s grip tightened. His thighs flexed. His cock slammed into me harder. 

Jess’s cunt pulsed around Evan’s cock. She quaked, crying out, soaking him again. He grunted, slammed deep, and came hard, hot and thick, spilling inside her. Watching him twitch, fill her, and fuck her through it made me scream again.

That was it.

My body went stiff, convulsing on Liam’s cock, my scream shaking the tent walls.

Liam roared under me, hips jerking, his cum flooding deep inside me. I collapsed against his chest, twitching and soaked, Liam’s arms holding me tight.

The storm outside had quieted, but inside the tent the air was heavy with heat and sweat, the sound of ragged breathing filling the silence. The scent of sex clung to everything.

Evan stayed buried in Jess, holding her tight, their combined release dripping from Jess’s raw cunt. I lay limp on Liam’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around me. All four of us were drenched, breathless, and a little scared, knowing that nothing between us would ever be the same again.