An order sprang from her lips unbidden. “Get on top of me.”

He did, knees planted wide between her thighs. She pushed his shorts down another inch or more, ran admiring hands over his ass as he stroked his bare cock against the crotch of her panties, hot skin dragging against damp satin.

She sensed another presence – Mike’s shadowy shape in her periphery, at the threshold. It set her heart pounding, but the nerves morphed to excitement. She’d let him speak when he chose to, let him watch for as long as he liked. Let him catch her, not the other way around. Let him enjoy the show until the desire drove him to intrude. After that, who knew what might come?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Bern was going to have a heart attack if he didn’t get inside her.

He’d never felt this hot before, the need pulsing like a violent, physical urge. Like the point of a knife pressed to his throat. He had to have Samira, and soon. No, now. Now, now, now. Make her husband watch. He could sense the man already, feel his attention. It lit him up as bright as the friction.

He stared down at Sam. “I want you.”

She returned his gaze, smiling. “Good. You get me.”

It was all the permission he needed. He backed off to drag her panties down her legs and ditch his own shorts. Crawling up her body, he made a quick stop to press his mouth and nose to her folds, to smell and taste her, a final dose of anticipation before the big moment. Her nails drew hot lines across his shoulders. She wants this as bad as I do. He was that eager and more, but if she was playing it urgent, he’d play it casual.

“He’ll be home soon,” she said, tugging at his arms.

He’s already watching. Bern grinned at her and she raked her fingers through his hair.

“All this time you’ve already gone, not getting fucked the way you need it,” he said. “You can wait another minute while I enjoy myself.” To demonstrate, he gave her sex a deep, firm lap with his tongue, then another, a dozen more until he felt her heels dig into his back and heard her whimper.

He crawled the rest of the way up her soft, warm body, until he was braced with his hands beside her ribs. “Was that really so bad?”

She bit back a grin, stroking his chest. “Not so bad.”

“How did you want to…” He glanced between them demonstrably.

Her surprised expression said the formality of protection had slipped her mind, but she reached for a box on the side table. Bern watched with interest as she got herself prepped with a female condom. He’d never used one before. Of course, for the purposes of the fantasy, he knew they were supposed to pretend it didn’t exist. For all their audience was to believe, Bern would be bare inside her, desecrating that most personal of spaces. It was all about his bare cock. And Bern was all about the attention, after all.

A lube bottle stood at the ready as well, and Sam slicked a squirt of it down his shaft, drawing an involuntary grunt from his chest.

“Ready?” He whispered it, centering his ridge against her lips, teasing in long, slow drags of his heavy cock.

“Yeah.”

Again, he made her wait. He’d make her wait until she begged him. Surely their one-man viewership wanted that as much as he did.

She rubbed his arms, attention locked between their bodies. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.”

“I want you.”

He smiled. “Ask me nice.”

“Please.”

“Nicer than that,” he said, lowering to his elbows to kiss her neck and collarbone.

“Please, Bern.”

He nipped at her throat. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock. Inside me. I want you to make up for everything I’ve been missing out on.”

He pushed back up, staring down at her for a long, searing moment, watching her eyes dart to his, back between their bodies, up again. Goddamn, she was beautiful.

Finally, he angled himself and gave her a taste.

She sucked in a breath, gaze on his cock. He glanced down as well, exciting himself as the next inch disappeared inside her slick, hot folds – she wasn’t faking wanting any of this. Flushed and tight with desire. The pleasure was intense already. Dangerous, when he’d come here to give a command performance.

He eased out, then back in, the heat of her shutting his eyes. “Yeah.”

“More.”

He gave it this time, burying himself halfway then slowly drawing back out, back in again. Holy shit, he was fucking somebody’s wife. The idea had his cock aching.

“You’re so big.”

“You been missing that?”

“I’ve never had anyone as big as you.”

He decided to believe that was true – all the better for embodying his role. Then he wondered about the third party who’d be joining this game any minute. Bern had seen him across that bar, and he was bigger than his kink suggested – taller, and built. If the man took himself out and jacked off to everything that was going down, Bern might discover for himself if Sam was lying or not. Though the selfish prick in him hoped she wasn’t.

He smiled down at her. “This what you’ve been missing?”

“So much more.”

“Tell me.”

“I want it rougher than he can do,” she said. “And for longer.”

Heat flashed up the length of his body. “I can give you all that. Whatever you need.”

“Show me.”

Fuck, those words. Hot as a hungry mouth on his cock. He slid deeper – all the way – earning himself a happy, excited noise and a fresh scrape of her nails.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Amazing.”

“Nobody’s ever had you this deep before.”

“Never.”

Please, God, let that be true. “How do you want it? Slow?” He gave her long, explicit thrusts, making a spectacle of his length. “Or rough?”

“Let me get used to you first. But after that, hard and fast.”

Bern got used to her as well, savoring the feel of a new woman, her sounds and smells. And this particular woman had put on a white dress and given herself to another man for keeps, yet here they were, she and Bern. The thought made him feel too many things – guilty and excited and a hundred shades in between. And above all, wicked.

“This what you’ve been needing, honey?”

“And then some.” Those nails rasped his arms. “Fuck, you’re big.”

He didn’t think he could hear that too many times. He ought have her record it, for him to listen to when he jerked off. Maybe make it his ringtone. “Am I thicker than him?”

“Yeah. Thicker than anyone I’ve had.”

Again, that fever burned his skin. “Harder?”

She slid her hand between them to give him a squeeze, an extra sharp pulse of pleasure blooming. “Definitely.”

The time for slow savoring was over. Bern leaned back, bracing his palms on her thighs, hips speeding. What a fucking view.

For a minute or more they merely watched – watched his hard, bare cock claiming her swollen pussy in deep, greedy strokes. His breaths grew shallow, heart beating hard from the taboo as much as the effort. From the audience.

Watch me, you twisted, freaky head case. Watch me fucking your wife. It got him panting to think it.

His exhalations grew ragged, like grunts now. What did they call him in the parlance of the cuckolding scene? The bull. Fine with Bern. He felt more animal than man, powerful and reckless. And a red cape was waving in his head, thanks to Sam’s eyes and her unseen husband’s.

“You like watching me, don’t you?”

“I do.” She stroked his thighs, her gaze caressing the rest of him.

“Lemme watch you, too. Touch your breasts.”

She did as he asked, palming them, passing her thumbs across her nipples and drawing them to points.

He swallowed. “That’s good. Looks almost as good as when you sucked my cock the other night.”

“I’ll do that again, if you want.”