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Chapter 7
    M elanie managed to unzip Will’s shorts without maiming his magnificent erection. She couldn’t wait to get him in her hands.
    She might have been embarrassed by the way his fly was wet where she’d come all over him, riding him like they were high schoolers making out on the couch instead of working on algebra, but it was like a badge of honor. Or a secret. Their secret, just the two of them. Because though there were three people in the room right now, she only had eyes for Will.
    “Condom. Now,” she demanded. And Will somehow produced one without knocking her off his lap. She ran a few experimental strokes up and down his shaft before rolling down the condom. And when he moved to adjust her running shorts to the side, to position her over his penis, she backed up. Stood up.
    And turned around.
    Judd was casually sitting in the big leather armchair, maybe a hint of a smile on his otherwise blank face. But a rush of new moisture pooled between her legs when she brought both hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples and his eyes went a little wild.
    Hell yeah. This was awesome.
    She didn’t know what to do next. She and Will had imagined this scenario—or one like it—so many times, talked it out, acted it out. But when it came down to it, she didn’t know where to begin.
    Melanie wanted to stick her hand down her shorts, watch Judd’s unblinking eyes as she wallowed in her wetness. The television was on mute and she was so aroused, they’d both hear it.
    They’d all hear it.
    Will was just idly caressing the outside of her thighs, like there was no rush. Like she’d stood up to go get another bottle of water from the kitchen. Nothing frantic in his touch to indicate his giant erection was primed and ready for action.
    Or that she was so wet she actually felt a drop of liquid running down the inside of her thigh.
    She leaned over, conscious of the way her breasts spilled over the top of her tank and swayed a little as she shimmied off her shorts.
    Will groaned behind her. He had a perfect view of her pussy as she put her hands down on the coffee table, balancing while she kicked off her shorts. If she leaned forward a bit, she was just close enough to catch an unfamiliar scent.
    Ah. Judd was not as unaffected as he seemed.
    And when Will spread her wider and licked at her with a wide, flattened tongue, it was Judd’s breathing that got faster. And Judd’s cock that swelled behind worn denim.
    Back in her apartment, Will had told her Judd had promised not to speak. Promised not to be involved in their scene beyond watching. But in that moment, Melanie wanted to see him reach for his cock. To know that what he was seeing was so fucking hot, he couldn’t resist touching himself.
    But there was no rule about her talking to him.
    “You like that, do you?” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears. Low, raspy. Filthy. She sounded like the filthy sex she was about to have, and she loved it. “You dirty fucker, you like watching my tits while your friend has his tongue in my pussy, don’t you?”
    Oh fuck. Will was doing his best to make her incoherent, and Judd was shifting in his chair trying futilely to relieve the pressure in his pants. Melanie was so close to coming, and she didn’t want to be useless—and if Will kept on fucking her with his tongue, she was going to be out of her mind with an explosive orgasm. She wanted to enjoy every moment.
    Will seemed to sense what she wanted. He gave her clit one last sucking kiss, her ass one final smack, and then guided her down.
    She’d never thought about optics during sex before. Had always just done what felt good. But under the flickering light, she moved to part her folds when she came down on Will’s cock, tensed her thighs and took him in so slowly it was something like actual torture.
    The dual groans of masculine pleasure had her sliding home in a rush.
    It felt so good, and she was stretched so tight around him with her legs