Two Hours

A broken moan leaves my throat when Vance pulls out of me. I can feel my asshole gaping, can feel the loss of his fullness. Ryker watches me, dark eyes assessing, but he says nothing.

All he does is adjust himself in his pants and moves away. That gives Vance the space to stand, his arms around me as he lifts me with him. He also doesn’t say anything. He walks us out of the living room and toward