God, and when he gives her what she wants. When he bends over my body, his fists punching into the bed while his hips slam into mine. When he sucks her nipples into his mouth. When her wet walls flutter around my tongue. When he makes me scream into her pussy over and over again.

When I think I’m going to drown in her come, and I cross my ankles behind his ass to make sure that he can’t stop. That he keeps fucking me harder.

That we’re all in this together.

When we come so hard, we black out almost immediately after.

Yeah, nothing I’ve experienced before can top this.

midnight

I wake up in their arms, and it’s cute for about two minutes before my bladder tells me it’s time to move.

I have to shimmy down to the foot of the bed to freedom — definitely not the first time I’ve done that — and then I hightail it to the bathroom. I pee and then step into the shower. Afterward, I have to tiptoe back into the room to grab my toiletry bag. I’m brushing my teeth when Darren opens the door and scares the shit out of me.

“It’s just me,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

My eyes are darting left and right because apparently, that’s all the explanation I’m going to get. And then he lifts up the toilet seat and starts to pee.

“For real?” I mumble around my toothbrush.

He yawns. “What?”

“I’m right here,” I say.

He just stares at me for a few confused seconds before frowning, the sound of his urine loud as fuck in the bathroom. “My dick is literally still sticky from your pussy,” he says matter-of-factly.

My entire body goes hot, and I look away. He laughs, and fuck, if I’d known how good and deep his laughter sounds when he’s barely awake, I might have snuck into their house after their boys had fallen asleep so I could wake up to that gentle rumble.

And apparently, I am very obvious in my desire because Darren shakes his dick off, flushes the toilet, and smiles. “Wanna take a shower with me?” he asks in that gravelly burr.

“I just got out of the shower,” I say.

He’s already stepped inside and turned on the water. “Okay?” he asks.

And honestly, that is a great point.

I rinse out my mouth and practically skip toward him.

I am very carefully and thoroughly washing his dick when Nadia pushes the bathroom door open. She doesn’t even blink an eye when she finds me kneeling on the tile floor, her husband’s groin covered in white suds, and my fist working him.

She sits on the toilet and watches me jack him off intensely while she pees. She wipes herself and then flushes the toilet.

“You think I can fit in there too?”