“That’s it, baby. God, that’s so fucking hot.”
In front of us, the couple has shifted again. He’s fully naked on the bed now, and she’s riding him. His cock is deep inside her, and as she grinds against him, I mimic her motions. My hips gyrating. My stomach tight. My back arched.
“All of it,” Dallas whispers. He obviously understands exactly what I’m doing—including the fact that I’m imagining that his fingers are his cock. Something I want so desperately, but know that I can’t have. Not now. Maybe not ever. I feel my cheeks heat, because that’s not something I wanted to reveal, but he is unperturbed. “Touch yourself,” he whispers as he closes his free hand over my breast, pinching my nipple so that threads of pleasure zing from my breast to my core. “Stroke your clit and ride me.”
I don’t hesitate. How can I when I belong so fully to him? When I will do whatever he demands because it is Dallas asking, and because I don’t want this feeling to end.
My clit is hard and swollen and incredibly sensitive. But I’m so wet and slippery I can barely get enough friction. Even so the sensation is incredible, and as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me, I feel my body shudder. My muscles tighten to draw him in further, and my fingers play wildly over my clit, bringing me closer and closer.
He tweaks my nipple hard, then releases my breast and slides his hand down to press over mine. Now he is both guiding and following my actions, teasing my clit with me as his other hand fucks me so very, very thoroughly. He’s hard, pressed close so that I can feel his erection against my hip.
I draw in a breath and pull my hand off my clit so that I can twine my fingers with his. Then I move his hand to his cock. “With me,” I say, the words little more than a groan.
He understands, then strokes his cock with one hand while he fucks me with the other, and I take care of my clit myself.
It’s wild and wicked and crazy and it feels so right and perfect to be in his arms. Even like this. Even hidden. Even watching other people fuck from this place in the shadows and—
“Come for me, baby,” he says, thrusting hard and deep inside me. “Christ, sweetheart, come with me now.” He is pressed up against me, and I feel his body tremble as he explodes, and that sensation pushes me over the cliff as well.
“Oh, god.” The cry is ripped from me as I shatter, riding his fingers hard as my body buckles and breaks.
“Is someone there?” The girl lifts her head from where she’d been sucking her partner’s cock, our roommates having shifted into a sixty-nine.
“Just a noise,” the guy says, his back to us. “Forget about it.”
But she’s staring right at us. I know she can’t possibly recognize us from the shadows, but I duck my head anyway and start to smooth my skirt, tugging it down from where it’s hiked up in my waistband. I’m not about to say anything of course. On the contrary. I’m going to get my clothes straight and follow Dallas through the door before either of them decides to investigate.
“Who is that?” she asks. “Who’s there?”
I motion to Dallas that we should go.
Dallas, however, has a different idea. “It’s just me,” he says, and I immediately want to sink into the floor. First in embarrassment, then in horror. What if this girl asks who he’s with? What if she gets a good look at me?
I glare at him, but he just shakes it off, as if I’m the one being insane and unreasonable.
“Dallas?”
“Sorry to intrude, Christine. My friend’s a little shy, but she likes to watch.”
“Oh, really?” I can hear the lilt of excitement rising in her voice. “Billy likes to watch, too. Don’t you, sugar?”
“Absolutely.” Billy lifts his head long enough to bite Christine’s hip, then dives back down to her pussy.
I just stand there, not sure if I’m turned on or scared or confused or what.
“Well, since they both like to watch,” Christine purrs, “why don’t you come join me?” She pats the daybed mattress.
“Tempting,” Dallas says, and my gut twists a little because I honestly can’t tell if he means it. “But maybe some other time.”
“Suit yourself. Stay and watch some more if you want.” She strokes Billy’s hip as she aims a smile toward us. “I promise it’ll be quite the show.”
“We’ll catch the rest of the act some other time. But stay in here as long as you like. I’ll have someone bring you champagne.”
“Thanks, man,” Billy says, his voice muffled.
Dallas starts to turn, and I feel his hand at my back, ready to guide me out.
I’m breathing hard, shaking a little. And I don’t wait for him to take the lead. Instead, I walk past him, slide open the door, and escape into the night.