“Maybe.” But not yet. Her pussy felt too good. Maybe in a couple of minutes it would really feel too good, and he’d have to stall lest he give away the fact that all this crazy pleasure just might get the better of him. Already the arousal was making him dim, clever dirty talk no longer waiting on his tongue. The animal wanted out, and Bern opened the gate. Moans and grunts spilled from his mouth, spurred by the feedback burning between what his eyes saw and what his cock felt, and all of it intensifying tenfold, just knowing that a stranger was watching.

Fuck, he needed a distraction. Something to cool him to a less combustible state. Getting Sam off could do nicely.

He slowed his hips and found his balance, one hand still on her thigh, the other spread over her mound, thumb on her clit. The contact seemed to zap her, drawing small bucks from her body for the first few strokes, before she began to move with him, hips urging the friction.

“Bern.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna come on my big cock?”

“Yes.”

He circled the spot, slow and light. “Say please.”

“Please. Make me come.”

“When I decide to let you, you’ll come. Not a moment before.”

“He’ll be home soon.” She said it breathily, like a whisper, but loud enough for their audience to hear. “You have to leave before then.”

“You think he won’t know? You think he won’t be able to smell it in his own bed?” Bern demanded, hips slowing even more, strokes growing long, making what was happening between their bodies as obscene as he could. “Think he won’t see these sheets soaked with another man’s sweat and come?”

Her eyes shut. “Bern.”

“Look at me.”

She did.

“Like he won’t smell the sex leaking down your thighs and wonder who got you so wet?” he went on.

“I’ll change the sheets,” she panted, hands rubbing his arms in a frantic, thoughtless rhythm.

“He’ll see it on your face,” Bern said, making his voice cruel. “He’ll wonder who got your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen, who had your head pushed into that pillow and your hair all messed up.”

“We have to hurry.” Her hands slid to tug at his ass, and he slowed further. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Faster.”

He dropped to a glacial pace, letting them both savor the drag of his cock as it slid from her lips, then the luxurious heat as he drove back in, filthy-slow.

He found the right rhythm, timing the thrusts with the teasing of his thumb. The hands that had once caressed her breasts for his entertainment had given up that cause, and he watched her fingers play with her nipples in subtle, small tweaks, unmistakably for her own pleasure. Sexier than any show by miles.

His voice caught on a moan and he cleared it, feeling the craziness of need descending hard and fast. “Sam.”

“Sam,” came a sharper voice from behind them.

In the moment that Bern muttered, “Fuck,” he wasn’t faking the panic. He went ice-cold, even with his cock buried in Sam’s hot body. He heard her echo the sentiment beneath him, both of them going dead still. Adrenaline pounded, his pulse ticking in his ears.

Be a dick, his mental script coached. He turned his head slowly, keeping his expression stern, annoyed. He stopped short of true eye contact, staring instead at the man’s chin. His cock throbbed, hard and loud as a gong, it seemed. He felt more naked than he’d known possible.

And it felt fucking amazing.

“Mike,” Sam said, no embarrassment or shock in her voice – more like exasperation. Unlike Bern, she was prepared for this moment, still perfectly in character.

Her husband was just as Bern remembered – tallish, built, with a no-nonsense face, honest blue eyes aimed at Sam. There was hurt in those eyes, and Bern wondered if that was acting or actual – if maybe the hurt and jealousy got the guy off.

“Sam” was all the man said. His posture was tight, an invisible holster seeming to draw his shoulders back, straighten his spine. But then he changed, all at once defeated.

Bern felt Sam’s hand on his side, rubbing. Eager to look away from Mike, he stroked her thigh in return, watching his fingers.

“I never meant for you to find out like this.” She wasn’t apologizing. Just stating facts. If anything, she sounded as though her fun had just been spoiled.

Her touch made Bern’s cock twitch inside her. He’d been so hijacked by chemicals, he’d lost track of his extremities. But there he was, still hard, still into all this. He glanced at Sam’s husband for the briefest second, just about positive the guy was hard behind his jeans.

“Why?” Mike asked, sounding far more sad than angry.

“You know why.” Her hands coaxed Bern with rhythmic tugs. He obeyed, beginning to thrust again. It was different with their audience right there. Still hot, but goddamn, he felt stripped. And goddamn, it felt good. Like he was on fire, the man’s gaze kerosene.

“In our bed?”

“I need things you can’t give me.” Sam spoke to her husband, but she kept her attention on Bern, caressing his stomach and chest.

“I try to give you everything you ask for.”

“Try and fail. I need more.”

Bern read it as a cue to take her a bit quicker, a bit rougher, in long strokes to exaggerate his length. She moaned her approval.

“And this guy can give you that?”

“He can,” she said, flashing a fond, smug grin at Bern. “If you want to know what I need, grab a seat and watch what he can do.”

The word watch electrified Bern as it always did, and he lost a few seconds, reality seeming to rematerialize as Mike returned from the hall with a desk chair.

“Right there,” Sam said, directing her husband to set it beside the bed, close to the side table so the view of what was happening between their bodies would be prime. Front row.

“Show my useless husband what I like, baby,” she said to Bern.

First things first, Bern thought. He slid all the way out of her and cupped his balls, displaying his cock. Sam stroked his length with an adoring hand, her touch and Mike’s attention massaging some pleasure center deep in Bern’s brain, making him crazy.

“You can never give me this,” she said to Mike. “And no matter what you tell yourself, size does matter.”

“Sam —”

“He feels so good. Big and thick and deep.”

She let Bern go and he buried himself to the hilt. Sam groaned her approval, and his body electrified at the sound, pride blooming in his chest. The live audience had him blazing, a zillion times more intoxicating than a girlfriend watching in a mirror had ever done. And a mirror had always done plenty, before.

“Where were we?” Bern asked, finding his voice.

She grinned, seeming to like his notion to treat her husband as though he were invisible. “I can’t remember, since we were interrupted. Refresh my memory.”

He put his thumb to work on her clit, hips pumping his cock into her, deep and steady, pulling out nearly all the way, sparing Mike nothing. “You don’t remember this?” he teased her.

Another smile. “Maybe I just wanted a reminder.”

“Greedy.”

Her smile changed as his body demanded more, lips becoming a disbelieving little O shape. Her cheeks were stained deep pink, and Bern felt another burst of pride, knowing her excitement was no mere performance.

“Good,” she murmured. If having Mike here gave her any anxiety, she didn’t show it. Jesus, where did a guy need to go to score a wife like Sam? A pang of sharp appreciation jabbed him, almost reverential, and he suddenly wanted to savor this remarkable woman, make the most of the time he got to enjoy with her. It did something intense to his desire, doubling his determination. He began to fuck her harder – primal, competitive urges driving his body.

“Yeah.” She stroked his arms and shoulders.

“You like it rough?” Bern asked.