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Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

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She laughs a little as he lifts her to straddle him. He’s got a look on his face that I’ve only seen once before, and only in shadows. Last night. One that almost makes him a stranger, hard and a little intimidating from the sheer intensity coming from him. I clench my thighs together and then do it harder when his gaze drops to my lower half. I don’t have my normal shield of jeans, but for once, I’m not thinking about my scars or my past or anything but this moment. Maybe I’ll be self-conscious later, but there’s no room in this space for it. Not now.

Monroe gives me a small smile, her eyes heavy with pleasure. “Do you like this, baby?” She reaches between them to wrap a hand around his massive cock.

And it is massive.

I can’t help following her movement, watching her work him slowly. I’ve seen Broderick in varying states of undress over the years, but he’s not into casual nudity the way some in the group are. He’s not naked now, for all that the important bits are on display.

“Do I like what?” I don’t intend to ask the question, but it slips free all the same.

“Like commanding us as if we’re your own personal Barbies?” She lifts herself up and notches his cock at her entrance. “We’ll do anything you want. You just have to say so.”

The moment we started playing this game, it felt like stepping onto a slippery slope that would lead up to this moment. To them fucking and me watching. Except I’m not just watching, am I? Monroe’s inviting an active participation in a way that feels almost natural. They’re not throwing me off the deep end and overwhelming me. They’re…inviting me in. A little bit at a time.

Her legs shake a little bit, but she holds still otherwise, the challenge clear on her face. I don’t have to do this. I know I don’t.

But I want to.

“Take his cock, Monroe. All of it.” I hardly sound like myself.

“Happily.”

Broderick holds perfectly still as she works her way down his length. It strikes me that they’re not using a condom, that they obviously weren’t using one last night, and my body clenches with a need so strong, it takes my breath away. It feels so fucking dirty to know they’re fucking bare; it feels so sexy, I want it for myself.

Monroe finally seats herself fully onto his cock and leans back to prop her elbows on the table. The position puts her breasts on display, puts her whole body on display. She’s panting a little bit but manages to arch an eyebrow in my direction. “And now?”

She’s really going to make me say it. I love that she’s going to make me say it. “Ride him slow,” I whisper.

She begins rolling her body, working herself slowly up and down his cock. Even though I know better, I slide a little closer. I want to see. It’s more than worth the proximity to witness her lifting herself mostly off his thick length, to see his cock shine from her desire, to know they’re fucking at my command.

“Shiloh.” Monroe’s voice as gone breathy. “Truth or dare?”

“But you’re not done.”

She grins at me. “No reason not to keep going.”

Broderick coasts his hands up her hips. Not guiding, simply touching her in a way I ache to. Similar to how I ache to have him touch me in exactly that way. Rough and yet almost reverent.

“Dare.” The word emerges as a whisper.

Her grin goes victorious. “I dare you to ride Broderick’s hand until you come.”

Broderick goes tense and then tenser yet as I clasp his wrist and tug his hand away from Monroe’s skin. I shift to kneel on the bench facing them. No matter what else happens, I don’t want to miss a moment of the show they’re putting on. He allows me to guide him to press against my stomach, to ease his hand into my panties…

And that’s when his leash snaps.

He spears me with two fingers, curling his palm until the heel of his hand presses to my clit. His blue eyes have gone dark, or maybe it’s my vision going dark because we’re doing this out here in the light. There is no going back after this, no plausible deniability provided by the shadows. There is just him staring at me like he wants to devour me whole and me staring right back with an invitation I’m still not sure I’m ready to follow through on.

Liar.

I rock my hips, fucking his fingers as he holds perfectly still. I don’t exactly mean to match my rhythm to Monroe’s, but it happens naturally. My breath hitches. “Broderick.”

“Hmm.” His gaze is so intense, it feels like he’s stroking my entire body. He curls his fingers inside me, unerringly finding my G-spot. Combined with the heel of his palm against my clit, it’s creating a delicious friction with each downward stroke. I’m about to combust.


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