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.
I’m so fucking close, I’m shaking. Just…not yet. “Broderick.” I gasp. “Truth or dare?”
No hesitation. “Dare.”
“Kiss me.” It’s not even a proper dare, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Broderick hesitates, and that might be enough to have me running for the hills, but Monroe doesn’t give me a chance. She leans over and digs one hand into my hair and the clasps the back of Broderick’s neck with the other. It’s the barest amount of pressure, but it doesn’t matter. I’m too eager to stop this. I’m the one who voiced the dare, after all.
His breath ghosts against my lips, and then his mouth is on mine. All of his hesitation seems to have been used up in that first moment, because his hand between my legs tenses before he’s hauling me closer so he can take my mouth properly. And he does take my mouth. Broderick’s kiss is a claiming. He dominates with teeth and tongue, and it’s too late for me. I’m coming all over his fingers, sobbing into his mouth with pleasure.
Broderick pulls back a little, and then Monroe is there, taking a kiss of her own. She doesn’t let me sink into it the same way, though. She leans back and looks at my face. “I would like to fuck you properly, Shiloh. Will you let us?”
Us.
If I say yes, there’s no going back, but the truth is there was going back the moment I agreed to play this game. I find myself nodding, my brain still fuzzy from the orgasm. “Yes.”
“Perfect.” She presses a kiss to Broderick’s lips. “Sorry, love. You’re going to have to nurse a case of blue balls for a little bit.”
“Wait.”
They both look at me. It’s Broderick who answers, “Change your mind?”
“No.” The word comes out too intense, but I don’t want either of them to think, for a single moment, that I’m not 100 percent ready to take this to its natural conclusion. Okay, maybe not 100 percent, but certainly ready enough to go for it. I clear my throat. “Finish this here—I want you both to come.” Broderick’s fingers twitch inside me, which propels me to continue. “I want you to fill her up. I want to taste you there the next time I go down on her.”
Monroe gives a strangled laugh. “You’re so fucking wicked.”
Broderick doesn’t look like he wants to laugh. He stares at me like he’s never seen me before. The moment stretches out between the three of us, thick and sticky and filled with things I don’t know how to put in words. Luckily, they move before I have to figure out how.
He slips his hand from my panties, but I don’t have a chance to mourn the loss because he hooks the back of my neck and tows me in for a kiss. This one is just
