Mia waited until the movie hit a loud chase scene. She stretched lazily, the cotton dress riding higher on her thighs, and stood up with a soft yawn.
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” she announced casually to no one in particular. “Be right back.”
Jake and Lila were too absorbed in the screen to do more than grunt. Sarah gave a small nod, still curled against Ethan’s side.
Ethan didn’t look at Mia as she walked past, but his entire body was screaming.
His c**k was painfully hard, throbbing against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head still slick from the precum she had spread with her thumb. Every heartbeat sent a fresh pulse of frustrated need through him. The denial hurt. It was a deep, aching throb that made his balls feel heavy and tight. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide
