I don’t stop to think. I hold my breath as I lift my hips and slide off my leggings and panties. I have a promise to keep. That’s all. That’s the only reason I’m practically panting with need as I delve my hand between my thighs and stroke my pussy. I’m soaked, but that’s no surprise. I might be able to lie with my words, but not with my body.

With every roll of Monroe’s hips, the sheet slides a little farther down, revealing the full curve of her ass, the tops of Broderick’s tense thighs. I can almost almost see his cock enter her in the shadows between them. There’s not enough light, and I curse that fact even as I’m grateful for the privacy those same shadows provide me.

I press one finger and then two into me. It feels good, but not as good as someone else’s would. Not as good as her tongue. As his cock.

Monroe plants her hands on his chest and slows down. Teasing him. Teasing me. I could curse her if I had the breath for it. All I have is need, though. I spread my wetness up to my clit, matching her strokes. It feels so fucking good. An exquisite torment I both love and hate.

This is one hell of a seduction.

Broderick curses and grabs her waist. One moment Monroe is riding his cock, and the next he rolls them. He arches back and loops her legs over his arms, spreading her legs wide as he drives into her. The angle is wrong to see her the way I want to, leaving me to focus on how the muscles in his back and ass flex with each thrust.

How rough the thrusts are.

He’s fucking her like he’s mad at her, like he knows exactly how much she can take and he’s going to push her to that line.

He’s never touched me with anything but gentleness.

It’s all too easy to insert myself in her place in my mind. To put myself between them. My exhale comes out almost as a moan, and I pick up my pace, once again matching their fucking. Broderick’s forgotten I’m here. I’m certain of it. Whatever Monroe whispered to him at the start of this drove him to distraction. There’s no way he’d do this if he remembered I was watching…

Unless he’s lying? Unless he sees me as more than a friend, too.

Monroe comes with a cry, arching up to take Broderick’s mouth as he keeps fucking her. He slows down the slightest bit, grinding into her in a way I can almost feel. Pleasure spirals through me, tighter and tighter. With it, unforgivable thoughts surge forth from the careful corral I’ve kept them in until now.

I want him to fuck me like that.