Naked Scripts
I lift off Cal with a wet sound and Jonah’s hands are on me instantly, bending me forward over the arm of the couch so my chest is pressed to Cal’s, my ass in the air.
“Been thinking about this since the second we got snowed in,” Jonah mutters, slicking his fingers. “You want both of us, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, Jonah, please—”
One finger, then two, stretching me open fast and dirty. I’m already shaking.
Cal kisses me deep and slow, swallowing my moans. “Relax for him, sweetheart. Let him in.”
Jonah lines up, pushes in slow but relentless.
The stretch burns so good I see stars.