The emotion that trickled through him wasn’t exactly jealousy, because he was enjoying what they were doing, but he also wanted more of her attention. Especially when the couple on the side of the bed started really moving, obviously working their way to climax, the man leaning forward and practically bending the woman in half as he pounded between her thighs.

Jake could feel the quiver of Sharon’s pussy around his cock, and he had to admit he found the sight just as enthralling as she obviously did. It was raw, carnal, a graphic display of passion that thrilled him as their cries went higher. But he still wanted Sharon less distracted by them and more attentive to him.

His thumb dipped down between their bodies and he swiped the sweet cream of her pussy, lubricating the digit before pressing it against her crinkled rosebud. The reaction was immediate. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he felt her focus returning to him as her tight hole gave way under the pressure.

Felt the ring of muscle clench around his thumb, trying to push him out, before it suddenly relaxed and the entire length disappeared inside of her.

Groaning at the hot sensation, Jake began to move a little harder and faster, only then realizing that he’d been so focused on her, he hadn’t even noticed the other couple had finished. They were now exchanging long, slow kisses, the intimacy between them so sweet that it felt almost like a violation to look.

Reverse Cowgirl apparently felt the same; she’d returned her attention to the ménage beside her. The two women were back to making out, but now one of them was riding the man’s cock while the other was riding his face. Their breasts bounced, nipples rubbing against each other.

Taking hold of Sharon’s hair with his free hand, Jake pulled her head up, making sure she was getting a good view of the erotic display on the other side of the bed. Her pussy rippled around him, massaging his cock. With his thumb buried deep in her ass, he could feel every tiny spasm of her muscles as he rode her, his strokes becoming rougher, wilder.

Even in a room full of moans, whimpers, and gasps, he could still discern which noises were coming from Sharon’s lips.

He barely even noticed when the couple who had finished left the room, except that it meant there was now a completely unobstructed view up to Reverse Cowgirl and her partner. It was hot, but not nearly as hot as knowing she was watching him and Sharon.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the row of faces in the window, although he didn’t look long enough to see if he recognized any of them.