CHAPTER 5
MIA
Cal’s eyes are blown black. “f**k, Jonah—”
“Shut up,” Jonah mutters, and kisses him again, deeper, dirtier.
They’re grinding now, c***s sliding together, both hard again.
I’m dripping, fingers slipping through the mess they left on me, rubbing faster.
Jonah pulls back, voice wrecked. “Cal. Bend over.”
Cal’s breath hitches. “You serious?”
“You want it?” Jonah asks, softer now.
Cal swallows hard, then nods. “Yeah. f**k. Yeah.”
Jonah grabs the lube from the coffee table and slicks his fingers fast.
Cal bends over the arm of the couch, ass up, face inches from my p***y.
I spread my legs wider. “Hi,” I whisper, grinning.
He laughs shakily. “Hi, baby.”
Jonah’s behind him now, one hand stroking Cal’s back. “Relax for me, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”
Cal nods, fore
