CHAPTER 19. Midnight Harvest pt.2 (Patreon)

Nico didn’t say a thing. His eyes stayed on me, focused and unreadable, and then, without asking, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. I gasped, more from the shock than the air hitting my skin. The fabric slid away, and I felt completely bare beneath his gaze. He didn’t hesitate. He just looked, openly, like he’d wanted to for a while. My *ss, open and already used by his friend. He stroked the stretched folds with his fingers, amazed.

His hand settled on my hip, warm and steady, while I felt the heat radiating from him, thick, insistent, and undeniable. I could sense the tension in his body, the way it pulsed through the space between us.