Watching them had become routine in the worst way. The accident excuse had died weeks ago.
Sometimes I stayed away on purpose. Sometimes I heard Lillian moan and found myself halfway down the hall before I had finished inventing a reason.
The jealousy still showed up. It was just no longer the only reason I listened.
I told myself I wanted to know what Dan saw in her. That excuse was getting flimsy too.
Another meeting reminder popped up on my laptop. Apparently getting fired was tomorrow-Mia’s problem.
I closed it and stood up.
Lillian’s door was open.
Dan was on his back. Lillian straddled him, riding him slowly, her hands braced on his chest. She was completely naked, head tilted back slightly, lips parted. The afternoon light through the window caught the sweat across her chest and stomach.
I stayed in the doorway longer than I needed to.
I had seen them together before. But my eyes followed Lillian instead: the movement of her breasts, her stomach tightening as she rolled her hips, her mouth opening every time she sank down on him.
Studying the competition. Sure. Very academic.
I stepped into the room.
Neither of them stopped. Dan glanced at me with a lazy smile, but his hands stayed on Lillian’s hips.
Lillian’s eyes opened and found mine. She paused for half a beat, then arched her back a little more.
The little exhibitionist.
I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her side, just above her hip. Her skin was warm. Her breath caught.
That little moan went directly between my legs.
I slid my hand higher and cupped one of her breasts, brushing my thumb across her nipple. She moaned again, so apparently I was not completely fucking it up.
I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.
I pinched too hard. Lin flinched, and I immediately flattened my palm over the spot like that had been the plan.
Her hand closed around my wrist and moved me slightly higher.
Oh.
That worked.
Dan watched us with the pleased, lazy expression of a man convinced this was somehow about him.
I watched Lillian’s face instead: every caught breath, every small change when my hand moved.
She caught the side of my neck and pulled me closer. Our teeth bumped. I nearly laughed. Then Lin kissed me properly, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against mine while her hips kept rolling steadily on Dan’s cock.
I slipped my hand between our bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit as she rode him. She gasped into my mouth when I circled it firmly, her pussy visibly clenching around his thick shaft with every downward stroke.
Dan’s grip tightened on her hips as he thrust up harder to meet her.
“Fuuuck!” Dan groaned, his whole body tightening beneath her. Lin moaned against my mouth, her pussy clenching as he came inside her.
Dan groaned and held her down against him. When she lifted herself off, his cum was already slipping down her thighs and over my fingers. The wet sound it made was disgusting. My pussy strongly disagreed.
My jealousy showed up on schedule. Unfortunately, so did the urge to put my mouth where his cock had just been. I wanted what he had left in her.
I had never put my mouth on a woman before. Apparently I had chosen the advanced course. Lillian’s pussy, Dan’s cum, and absolutely no idea what the fuck I was doing.
I licked her anyway.
I pushed Lillian onto her back and kissed my way down her body. I dragged my tongue over her and felt her hips jerk. So I did it again, slower this time, working from her entrance up to her clit.
“Ah, fuck, Mia,” she gasped. Encouraged, I pushed two fingers into her, through the mess Dan had left behind. I curled them experimentally, changing the angle until her thighs tightened around my head. Her fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my mouth as she ground against my face.
“Right there, don’t stop,” she moaned. Her legs clamped around my head, smothering me in wet heat. I kept licking and sucking desperately, her juices and Dan’s cum covering my chin and lips.
Lin came with my name breaking apart in her mouth, thighs locking around my head while her pussy clenched around my fingers.
I didn’t pull away until her shaking slowed and she gently pushed at my head, oversensitive and breathless.
When she finally let me breathe, I crawled up beside her with my face soaked and no idea what expression I was supposed to be making.
Dan stood near the bed, watching us with the satisfied expression of a man who thought he had arranged something.
Then he left to clean up.
The room improved immediately.
Lillian turned toward me, hair stuck to her forehead and lips still wet.
I kept thinking about her watching me while I touched her, then shaking under my mouth.
Apparently Dan had become background noise.
That seemed like a problem for later.