Zoe’s hand closed around Lucas’s c**k while it was still wet from her. She stroked him once, twice, feeling him twitch back toward hardness under her palm. Ryan watched from a step away, already reaching down to drag his thumb across her lower lip, collecting the last trace of himself there.
“You came back for more,” Ryan said. Not a question.
“I couldn’t think about anything else.” Her voice was still rough from taking them. “The whole time I was home I kept feeling you. Both of you. Stretching me. Spanking me. I touched myself and it wasn’t enough.”
Lucas’s eyes darkened. He lifted her easily, set her on the edge of the kitchen counter, and shoved her knees wide. The tile was cold under her ass. She didn’t care. She hooked her heels behind his thighs and pulled him in.
He pushed into
