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creeping up on us. Oh god. The feeling was overwhelming—his hands on me, everywhere, his cock filling me up, his dark tone.
    He stopped. And his voice held my attention. “Find someone. Now.”
    “You know all my secrets. And I don’t want anyone else to watch me come—except you.”
    He wasn’t moving and I could feel him, huge and still in me. I squeezed against him and he moaned. “I know, that’s what you think. But you’re wrong.” I clenched against him and tried to move, my eyes shut, feeling him deep inside me. And he moved just a little and I pulled in against him again. He stopped again. “Do me again like that, yeah, oh god, that’s it, shit, babe, trust me, you’ll like it.” And he began thrusting into me, faster, over and over, teasing my clit and hitting that spot inside me at just the same moment and I cried out. Loud. So close.
    His voice in my ear. “Look over there, darling. He likes it loud.”
    I looked out the window. Oh, I had gotten someone’s attention.
    And the man was riding in the back of a large black BMW, not a limo, but being driven, and he still held the paper that he had been reading. I could see his elegant suit, his well-groomed greying hair. And I knew he could see just enough of my face, so close to orgasm.
    Tristan began thrusting up in me more, pulling my body against him. I moaned his name, and I shut my eyes for a moment.
    “So close baby, so fucking close.”
    Tristan’s voice was a low rumble against my neck. “Open your eyes. I can see him too. Rich businessman. Could be the English Dave. Let him watch what I’m doing to you. What he can’t.”
    Oh that’s it. I got it. But I didn’t care anymore.
    And he continued, his slow sweet fucking, his long fingers teasing my clit and the base of his cock, and we were just in time and I was gasping. The man was turned towards me, the traffic moving slowly enough that the cars stayed together. He looked guilty but he wasn’t looking away, either.
    Then there was Tristan’s deep drawl in my ear again, dripping into me. “I’m going to come baby, I want to hear you, hear you fucking scream my name.”
    He was moving me up and down with more fury, each word he spoke punctuated with the effort he was making not to come, his breathing coming in hard. “Let him watch. He can’t do this to you. But I can. Let him see you.” With that he buried himself in me so deep it nearly hurt and he cried out with me and I knew he was nearly there. I started to close my eyes and let go, breathing into him.
    “Keep your fucking eyes open now.” His voice nothing but dark commands, his cock filling me in waves, “do it, now.”
    And I could feel him take me under, his fingers on me, slick and hot, his cock burning in me and the stranger, his eyes on me. I let all my fears fly off and focused on making everything I was feeling show through my face, knowing Tristan was watching me too. I felt like I was losing my mind. Too intense. “Baby, I’m coming, help me, help.”
    “Yes, darling, yes, that’s it…keep your eyes open fuck feel that oh god yes, fuck, at last,” and he gasped, his voice strained and breathless as he pushed himself into me. I could see the eyes of the man in the car widen as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But I knew he was excited, the fascination on his face evident.
    Suddenly, pleasing two men, it felt so easy to be crazy. No holding back. No quiet. No restraint. His body, in me, now. I cried out for him, knowing what he liked. And I found I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Tristan, don’t stop, please, fuck me, please.” Moaning, out of control. He was getting harder, burning up inside me.
    His voice was raw and loud, so loud. “That’s it, take it, show him…show him…you’re mine…mine, so fucking good.” And suddenly he stopped, clutching me to him, then he was thrusting into me, calling out my name, his endless aftershocks coming in waves, making me come, again, again. The