He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He pushed me forward, ripped my thong to the side, and dropped to his knees like he was starving. His tongue dragged up through my folds with a growl that made my whole body jolt. There was no tease. Just pure, filthy hunger. When he entered me, it wasn’t slow—it was a claiming. A fuck meant to be heard, seen, felt.

Each man had been given a key card and a specific time to enter, spaced fifteen minutes apart to build the suspense.

The smoothness of my skin against my fingertips sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the wetness building between my legs....