Page 15 of Just Past Two

Sam sank down beside Abby, also staring at the scene in front of them. Their couch faced the side of the bed, where they could see everything. The woman had her head turned toward them, eyes closed but lips parted, and in the quiet of the room, each of her breaths was audible. Abby was breathing in rhythm with her before she realized it, shallow, soft breaths, like she was the one being pleasured. The man between her legs was taking his time, wet noises intimate and nearly obscene.

Sam’s body pressed warm against Abby’s side, turning toward her, one hand moving to her thigh and burning her skin through the fabric of her dress. “You like watching?” he murmured, so low no one else could hear. “Like the other night on the porch?”

Abby nodded, not wanting to make a sound and disturb everything. She was wet. She pressed her legs more tightly together, a tiny shiver of intensity racing through her groin.

Sam draped an arm over her shoulder and began to idly brush his fingertips across her breast. Her nipple poked against the fabric of the dress, and his touch barely registered, tiny ticklish brushes sending shivers all through her body. She was already sensitive, and his too-light touch was making her even more sensitive. Maybe he knew. Pressed against her like this, he could probably feel her response, the way her breath quickened, nipple tightening into a sharp peak. And still, gentle, endlessly gentle brushes.

His other hand inched below the hemline of her cocktail dress, then began to skim lightly upward.

Abby’s breath caught as Sam brushed the juncture of her thighs. She wasn’t wearing underwear, Sam’s only directive for tonight, and when he coaxed her legs apart, the air brushed cold over her superheated skin. She turned to speak, but he chose that moment to twist her nipple through her dress and swallow her sharp gasp of pain.

“Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Watch.”

The woman on the bed gasped louder, drawing Abby’s gaze, and Sam slipped his fingers up between her folds to find her clit. Two fingers pressed against it, hard, and a jolt like lightning sizzled all the way up through her body. Abby gasped, shock and surprise and arousal all in one. The woman in front of her gripped the sheets beneath her, her pale skin flushing pink, tossing her head from side to side as her expression wavered between pleasure and pain. The man who had been sucking her breasts was whispering to her now, his hands still teasing her skin, murmuring something no one but them could hear.

“She’s going to come.” Sam’s voice came so close in her ear. “I wonder if he’s reminding her that everyone’s watching.”

Abby shivered. If it were her on that bed, that’s what she’d want, the tantalizing reminder of her own vulnerability and helplessness. Just the thought of it made her pussy throb as Sam’s steady, talented fingers worked her over.

Sam nipped her earlobe. “People are watching you, you know.”

Abby tried to turn her head to see, but Sam shushed her. “No. Watch the bed. The couple next to us keeps looking over here. And at the foot of the bed, there’s a man who’s watching you more than he’s watching her. Do you like that?”

She whimpered, the noise tumbling out at the mere thought of this. Words wouldn’t come, so she nodded. She loved the thought of it, loved it even as it made her blush all the way to her hair, the conflicting embarrassment and arousal potent as a drug. Between her legs, Sam still teased her tender clit, dragging his fingers up and down, lighting every one of her nerves on fire.

On the bed, the woman was starting to shudder, her hips twitching, and the man eating her pussy held her more tightly. Her gasps became moans, broken, needy, desperate, the kind of noises Abby was so close to making herself, noises of overwhelming desire. Abby’s clit throbbed with each pass of Sam’s fingers. Finally, the woman on the bed arched up, shuddering, her mouth open in a keening cry. Abby moaned, pussy clenching once around nothing, and fuck, she wanted this, wanted to come, wanted this teasing to escalate until she, too, was crying out in pleasure.

The woman writhed away from the man who had his arms locked around her thighs, unable to escape him, twitching from what must be too much sensation. “Please,” she sobbed.

Finally, the man released her, and both of them lay on either side of her, kissing her and then each other as she shuddered into silence. Abby’s pulse thrummed in her veins, her body still so tense and unfulfilled.

“You want more?” Sam asked into her ear, and she nodded. He smiled and moved his fingers out from between her legs.

She whined, hips chasing his hand from reflex, and he chuckled. “You like it when they’re watching you, don’t you?”

She hadn’t exactly hidden that well, had she?

“How about those rooms in the hallway?”

Abby shifted on the couch to look more directly at Sam. The threesome on the bed still lounged together, resting in the afterglow. Around them, some people were getting up and leaving, others were getting further into their own action. No one was paying her and Sam much attention anymore.

“The rooms in the hallway?” They’d had “to be watched” and “to watch” signs. She could figure out the rest. “You want people to watch us?”

“I was thinking of something else.” He seemed hesitant, the first time all night. “I’d really like…to watch you.”

Abby swallowed. Could she do that? Be alone in a room while Sam watched her, probably through a peephole or two-way glass? Her body still twitched with pent-up arousal, desire mingling with all those heady hormones in her blood.

“Will you be the only one watching me?” she asked.

“Do you want me to be?”

Of course he would ask. She closed her eyes. Sam had taken her here, had already done more than she’d expected. Maybe she could dip a toe in and admit some of her own exhibitionism. “I…am okay with it either way.”

Sam made his own needy, low noise, a growl, and caught her behind the neck to kiss her. His mouth pressed hard against hers, devouring, and heat bloomed all over Abby’s skin. There was no way she’d say no to any of this, no matter what he wanted, not when this so clearly turned him on.

He pushed away, like he had to force himself to break the kiss. “Come on.”

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