Sinful Sharing (Shhh… don’t tell #1)

Sinful Sharing

“Ride me,” I whisper.

I brace Taylor’s chest with my hand when he tries to straddle me. “Turn around.”

Understanding dawns on his face. He reverses his position, facing away from me. Facing the corner. Again, Roman shifts. I hear a muffled exhale. My eyes stay glued to him while Taylor slides down on me.

Taylor lets out a shuddering moan. Roman’s grip tightens.

My eyes remain on him as Taylor starts riding me, clutching my ankles.

Each slow, sensual bounce of his hips lights a spark of pleasure in my stomach.

Every sexy sound that he makes shreds another piece of Roman’s self-control.

Soon, his pelvis starts moving, thrusting.

He seems about ready to crush the arms of the chair.

I drag my fingers down Taylor’s back, spreading his ass cheeks, watching my cock slide in and out of his body. My eyes shift back to Roman. “He’s so fucking tight,” I whisper. “So deep.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Roman shoots up from his seat. He storms toward the exit, then stops. His fingers curl into fists. For a moment, the only sounds are the crackling fire and Taylor’s soft, intermittent moans.

“Roman,” he murmurs, riding me. “I told you, I want it, too.”

Silence.

Roman turns around. An awareness dances in his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

I groan as Taylor takes me deeper inside him. His fingers dig into my skin. Agony seeps into Roman’s features, darkening his face. He looks absolutely wrecked, and I’d give anything to see him lose himself a little more.

“It’s just us,” I point out. “No one else will find out.”