She scoots close and, after a quick look at Broderick, hesitates. For his part, he ignores her. Smart man. He must realize how skittish she still is because he starts kissing my shoulder, my neck, all of his attention seemingly focused on my breasts.
Once she realizes he won’t interfere, Shiloh huffs out a breath and cups my pussy though my panties. I can’t hold back my moan at the touch; I don’t even try. She drags her knuckle down the center of my panties and then back up again to press against my clit. The next descent, she moves back enough to hook her fingers inside the lace and move it away from my heated flesh. “It’s a shame I can’t see you,” she murmurs.
Broderick doesn’t hesitate. He nudges her back and moves me easily to sit facing her. Without missing a beat, he wraps a hand around one thigh, and Shiloh shoves my other leg wide. “Better.” She tugs my panties to the side again.
I look down, feeling Broderick doing the same. My pussy is framed by the black lace, pink and glistening with need. Shiloh parts me with two fingers as if offering the view up for our pleasure. “I should tease you.”
“Don’t.” I sound needy, but I can’t help it. They’ve barely touched me and I’m so fucking close.
“Broderick.” She doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look away from my pussy. “Hold her legs for me?”
“Sure.” He hooks my other thigh on the outside of his knee, keeping me wide for them. It takes some maneuvering with the table. He can’t spread me as wide as he obviously wants to, but he manages to hold me open as Shiloh continues to deliver those teasing little strokes down either side of my pussy, parting me in a teasing rhythm.
For a moment, I think she really will tease me until I beg, but Shiloh curses and shoves two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back, and I can’t help crying out when she adds a third. With her other hand, she idly strokes my clit. The light contact contrasted with her fingers slowly, thoroughly fucking me has me writhing. Or at least I would writhe if Broderick weren’t pinning me in place, a butterfly spread out for their ministrations.
“I…” I can’t catch my breath. I can’t do anything but take it. I was supposed to be in control of this situation, but I’ve quickly barreled past the point of no return. There’s no holding out, no trying to make this last. Against their touch, I don’t stand a chance.
I come with a cry that Broderick swallows down in a kiss, owning my mouth just as much as Shiloh owns my pussy. She eases me down, but not all the way. I’m still shaking when she sits back and clears her throat. “Monroe. Truth or dare?”
Chapter 22 Shiloh
I know what this is. I understand what they’re doing. Monroe recognized my lie the moment I told it last night, and she’s not one to let something like that go unanswered. She wants us both in her bed, and she’s not going to stop until it happens.
I didn’t expect Broderick to be on board with it.
Or for the two of them to work together so seamlessly.
But here we are, in the back room of this bar, Monroe still shaking from her orgasm, and Broderick looking at me like I’m the next thing on the menu. Things have changed while I wasn’t looking, and now I’m adrift. If I were smart, I’d cut and run now. Nothing good comes from continuing this game that feels like anything but.
Except… I don’t want to stop.
I stare down at Monroe’s pussy, pink and swollen with pleasure and so wet, she’s leaving a damp spot on Broderick’s thigh. I can’t see his cock from this position, but knowing it’s there, hard and aching from Monroe’s mouth…
I really, really don’t want to stop.
I’m not fearless, though. I can’t take this step on my own.
"Dare," Monroe finally gasps.
“I dare you to fuck Broderick.”
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
