Chapter 2
Ava's Pov.
Derek moved in front, cupping my chin, turning my face to him.
"You want this, Ava?" he asked, voice low, his thumb tracing my lip.
I nodded quickly, unable to form a word , my p***y dripping down my thighs.
Yes, I want you both, want your c***s everywhere.
He kissed me hard, tongue shoving in, tasting the whiskey, his hands grabbing my breasts through my blouse, squeezing rough.
I moaned into his mouth, arching, my free hand finding his towel, yanking it off. His c**k sprang free, thick and veiny, the head red and leaking.
Marcus's hands slid under my skirt from behind, his fingers finding my panties, rubbing my slit through the wet fabric.
"You're soaked already," he muttered against my neck, biting the skin hard enough to bruise.
I cried out softly, pu
