Chapter 3
Vanessa’s POV.
Ryan came downstairs a few minutes later, casual as anything, hair still a little damp from the shower excuse, and grabbed a snack from the counter while Liam followed him down again, still pumped up about the game and talking nonstop.
The two of them joked around for a minute about some dumb play from earlier, laughing and shoving each other like nothing filthy had happened at all, and I stood there by the sink trying to act normal even though my throat still felt used and my p***y was still throbbing from swallowing his c*m earlier.
Liam headed back upstairs fast, already yelling into his headset again about flanks and kills, door slamming shut behind him, and the second that door closed the whole kitchen felt charged.
Ryan was on me instantly, spinning me
