Ethan finally slowed, licking me gently now, almost reverently, as the last aftershocks rolled through me. He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and held them up, glistening, before sliding them into his mouth with a low, satisfied hum.
I lay there boneless on the couch, chest heaving, thighs trembling, p***y still pulsing and leaking. Two identical men—one I loved, one I shouldn’t want—staring down at me like they were just getting started.
And God help me… I already wanted more.
I was still floating, boneless and dripping, when Jake scooped me up like I weighed nothing. His arms were strong and familiar under my thighs and back, but the look in his eyes was new—dark, possessive, lit with something wild. Ethan didn’t even ask; he just followed, that same crooked smirk on his face
