They leave

The apartment door clicked shut behind Tyler and Jake, leaving Ari standing alone in the dim bedroom, her pulse still racing from their bold touches. She glanced down at Joe's peaceful sleeping form, his breathing steady and deep, completely unaware of what had just transpired mere feet from his **** body.

Her skin tingled where Tyler's fingers had gripped her ass and Jake's erection had pressed against her. The familiar ache between her thighs grew more insistent as memories of their hands on her played through her mind. Moving quietly, she tiptoed to her dresser, rummaging through drawers until her fingers closed around the familiar shape of her favorite toy.

The silicone shaft felt warm in her palm as she carried it back to the bed, her nipples hardening visibly beneath the stretched fabric of her tube top.

Perched on the edge of the mattress, Ari straddled the toy, its cool surface pressing insistently against her damp folds through the thin lace. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she imagined Joe sleeping peacefully just inches away, oblivious to her secret desires. Yet the delicious friction sent sparks shooting through her nerves, making rational thought nearly impossible.

Slowly, she rocked her hips forward, biting her lower lip to stifle the moan building in her throat. The vibrations traveled up her spine as the toy slid deeper, stretching her in ways that made her toes curl against the sheets. Each movement brought fresh waves of pleasure crashing over her, her breasts bouncing softly with the rhythm of her grinding motions.

Fuck, she whispered, fingers digging into the comforter for support.