They left at eight. We stayed exactly where Jace had put us—naked on his ruined sheets, both of us still full, the toy he’d left on the nightstand unused because he hadn’t told us to clean anything. Lila’s fingers were still loosely between my legs, keeping the mess from spilling too fast. Mine were in her. We didn’t speak much. We just waited.
He came back at nine-fifteen, locked the door, and looked at us.
“Still holding it. Good. On your knees. Mouths first. Then I’m using both of you until you can’t take another load. After that the rules change.”
We knelt. He f****d our throats in turn, rough and deep, spit running down our chins and onto the sheets, until he came in my mouth and made me share it with Lila again. Then he put Lila on her back, pulled me over her so we were stacked,
