“Shit,” Nate growled after a few moments, raising his head just an inch. “All I can see from here is Royce’s asshole. That’s a mood killer.” I almost choked as Royce laughed and thrust a little deeper than anticipated. “Fuck,” he snickered, sliding out of my mouth with a wet pop. “You suck at this group sex thing, Nate. You’re supposed to tell me how lovely my asshole looks from down there, or just stick a finger in or something.”
