**”Watching Me Take Her”**

It was one of those sticky summer nights when the air felt thick with heat and everything moved slow. My girlfriend, Sarah, and I were sprawled on her couch, half-watching some movie neither of us cared about. The real show was the group of guys hanging out on her front lawn—her neighbors, some guys from the gym, just a loose pack of dudes laughing too loud and cracking beers. She kept glancing out the window, biting her lip like she did when she was nervous—or turned on.

I knew that look.

I slid my hand up her thigh, over the soft cotton of her shorts. “You like them watching?” I murmured, fingers brushing the warm skin at the edge of her underwear.

Sarah squirmed but didn’t push me away. “No,” she lied, voice shaky.

I grinned. “Bullshit.” My fingers dipped under the fabric, finding her cunt already wet. She gasped, hips jerking as I rubbed slow circles over her clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. You want them to see you like this? Want them to hear you?”

She whimpered, legs spreading just a little more. Outside, one of the guys whooped at something, the sound carrying through the open window. Sarah’s breath hitched.

I didn’t waste time. I yanked her shorts down her thighs, tossing them aside before dragging her panties off too. She was bare underneath, her pussy glistening, already begging for attention. I spread her legs wide, letting the warm air—and the sound of male voices just outside—drift over her.

“They’re right there,” I whispered, sinking two fingers into her without warning. She cried out, back arching, her cunt clenching around me. “If they looked in, they’d see you spread open like this. See how fucking wet you get when men are close.”

Sarah moaned, hips rocking against my hand. I curled my fingers, dragging them over that sweet spot inside her, and she nearly sobbed. “Please—fuck—”

“Please what?” I worked her faster, thumb pressing firm on her clit. “You want them to know? Want them to hear you come?”

She nodded fast, desperate, her hands gripping the couch cushions like she might fly apart.

I leaned down, replacing my fingers with my mouth, licking her deep, sucking her clit like I wanted to ruin her. She tasted so good, salt and sweetness, her thighs trembling around my head. The guys outside were laughing louder now, boots scuffing the pavement, and the thought of them—so close, so unaware of how wrecked she was getting—made me even harder.

I pulled back, wiping my mouth, and yanked my dick out of my pants. I was throbbing, already leaking at the tip. Sarah whined at the loss of contact until I flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, ass in the air.

“They could see you like this,” I growled, lining myself up. “See how fucking tight you are when I push inside.”

I didn’t wait. I slammed into her with one brutal thrust, her cunt sucking me in like she’d been made for it. Sarah screamed, her fingers clawing at the couch, and I didn’t give her a second to adjust. I fucked her hard, hips snapping, the sound of skin slapping skin loud enough that if those guys stopped talking for two seconds, they’d hear it.

“You love this, don’t you?” I grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Love knowing they’re right there, that they could walk in and see you getting fucked stupid.”

“Yes—” she choked out, pushing back against me, taking me deeper. “Fuck, yes—”

I reached around, pinching her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while my other hand found her clit again. She came instantly, her whole body seizing, cunt clamping down so tight I almost lost it. But I held on, fucking her through it, watching her fall apart under me while those guys outside laughed and joked, completely oblivious to the filthy show happening just inside.

When I finally came, I pulled her hair, forcing her head back as I filled her up, grinding deep to make sure every drop stayed inside. She whined, oversensitive, but I knew she loved it—the ache, the mess, the thought of those boys just beyond the glass, never knowing what she’d let me do to her.

I collapsed onto her, kissing the back of her neck as she trembled beneath me. Outside, someone yelled something about another round of beers, and Sarah giggled, breathless and wrecked.

“Next time,” I whispered, nipping her ear, “we leave the curtains open.”