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“Yes! I’ll be so good for you,” she gasped as I moved my hand under the towel and between her legs.

She had to have seen my roommate, right? Just in case, I wanted to make the situation clear.

To all of us.

“You want my roommate to watch us, darlin’? He likes it when I bring girls back here. It’s the only kind of action he gets.”

McNeely threw the blankets off his face and glared at me. I winked at him over her shoulder. “He likes it when I show him how to please a woman.”

Her eyes were a little glassy. “You want to share me? That’s so hot.”

McNeely’s jaw clenched, and his sleepy eyes narrowed.

“No, baby,” I murmured. “He wouldn’t be able to get hard for you. He just likes to watch.”

“Fuck off,” he snapped. “Honey, whoever you are, you should know you’re getting ready to sleep with an asshole. He probably doesn’t even know your name.”

“It’s Brittany,” she said helpfully. “And I don’t care. Look at him. Those tattoos…”

This made him scowl even more, but I noticed his cheeks darkened, too.

“Take off this towel, sweetheart,” I said. “And get on your knees for me. Good girl.”

She did as I said, moving smoothly to the carpet and looking up at me in expectation.

McNeely had a killer view of the smooth, hourglass shape of her. And a front-row seat to my hard cock as I pulled off my own towel.

Brittany was right. I had an excellent body. One I worked hard for and one that was just as good as anything Corbett McNeely III could get with his fancy coaches and nutritionists.

I stroked my cock while meeting his eye. “You like what you see, babygirl?” I said in a low voice.

His eyes widened, and his cheeks darkened even more.

Brittany reached out and took me in hand, bringing my cock down to land on her tongue before closing her eyes with a groan. “I like it. I want it. Want you.”

My eyes stayed locked on my roommate, wondering how far I could push him before he launched himself out of bed and decked me. When I spoke, the words were for him and him alone. “I want it, too. Want you. Want to see you take me down your throat like a good girl.”

Was it my imagination, or did his eyelashes flutter closed just for a split second?

I ran a hand down my chest before rubbing a thumb over my nipple. He turned his face away like he was disgusted, but not before I saw him swallow.

Oh, fuck, he liked that.

I’d known McNeely was listening in, sneaking peeks, paying attention against his will.

Getting in his head had been the whole point, after all.

But I hadn’t expected to get this far in his head.

Was it possible the straight, football-playing frat bro wasn’t as straight as he appeared?

Was it possible he was getting turned on for me?

Gotcha.

This added a whole new layer to the game.

“Just like that,” I breathed. “Love seeing you blush for me, sweetheart. Want to color your cheeks with it and then paint them with my cum. Would you like that?”