The next morning hit me like a freight train...sore muscles, a delicious ache between my legs, and the taste of Jake and Ryan still lingering on my tongue. I woke up alone in my bed, the basement escapade feeling like a fever dream, but the faint bruises on my wrists and the sticky remnants on my skin said it was real.
Alex had left at dawn for his trip, clueless as ever, and Mom and Dad were off at some brunch thing. The house was mine, quiet except for the hum of the AC.
I showered long and hot, fingers tracing the red marks on my ass from their spanks, replaying every thrust, every choke. God, I'd c*m so hard, three times, covered in their loads. But it wasn't enough. My crush had exploded into addiction overnight. I wanted more...rougher, dirtier.
As I toweled off, my phone buzzed.
