The words barely leave my mouth before his hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, pulling me down so I feel every thick inch of him straining through his jeans. My shorts are soaked already, clinging to me, and I know they can all see it. The red light on the phone stares back like a hungry eye.
Alex’s mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. Jake moves in on my left, his big hand sliding up my thigh, calluses rough against my skin. He doesn’t ask, just pushes my tank higher until my breasts spill out, n*****s hard and aching. The second his mouth closes over one, I arch, a broken sound ripping out of me.
Liam stays on my right, watching with that quiet intensity that always makes my stomach flip. He’s the last to touch, but when he finally does, it’s deliberate.
