THIRD PERSON POV
Ethan had lost all sense of time. His body didn’t feel like his anymore—it was theirs, moved where they wanted, bent how they wanted, pushed until he couldn’t tell if the tears on his cheeks were from pain, pleasure, or both.
Every time he thought he might be given a moment’s rest, another hand was on him. One tugged his head back by the hair, forcing his throat bare to biting lips and bruising teeth. Another gripped his ass hard, fingers digging so deep it hurt, forcing him open, spreading him wider.
The couch groaned beneath the chaos of it—three men devouring one, using him from every angle. Ethan’s chest was covered in marks, his neck raw from sucking lips, his thighs trembling from being held wide apart too long.
“Take it,” one snarled against his ear, voice low a
