But I’m not on the edge the same way I was before. I bite my bottom lip. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He braces himself over me and rubs the head of his cock over my clit. “We both know it means everything.”
Fear is almost enough to derail me, but that wicked feeling of the head of his cock against my clit makes it impossible to grasp. “Shane, please.”
He pulls me up and fists the fabric of my wadded up dress, using it to guide me to straddle him, facing away. I ease down onto his cock and moan. “This position feels really good.”
“I know it does.” He keeps a tight hold on my dress, the fabric digging into my skin. “Ride me, Lily. Now.”
I move slow, testing out all the angles. And then I look back over my shoulder and find his gaze glued on my ass. “You like what you see.”
“I love what I see.” He urges me up and slams me back down. “Focus. Make yourself come, baby girl. You know you can go again.”
I don’t even question it. I brace my hands on his big thighs and work myself up and down his cock. “You feel so fucking good. I want you to come and fill me up.” I moan. “Fuck, I want you to come all over me.”
Shane shifts behind me, sitting up and dragging us back so he can lean against the headboard. He grips my throat lightly with one hand and presses his other to my clit. Not stroking. Letting me grind against him each time I move on his cock. “Next time you suck my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Next time I’m going to come all over your pretty face. Or maybe I’ll come on your breasts.”
“Yes.” I’m mindlessly working myself onto his cock. More, more, more. I need more. I don’t even care. I feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when I’m with him. I don’t understand it, but I can’t stop.
I barely register the squeaky step of the stairs. The sound of footsteps in the hallway.
I lean back hard on Shane. I’m so close. So fucking close, and this feels even bigger than the last few. Like it might actually kill me, but what a way to die. “Your cock is so big, Daddy. I’m going to come all over it.”
And that’s when my ex appears in the doorway. We didn’t bother to shut the door when we came upstairs, so he’s just there. I meet Max’s eyes as I’m impaled on his father’s cock. I don’t know if Shane sees him, but it doesn’t matter.
I don’t stop.
I hold Max’s gaze as I let my orgasm take me. I come so hard, I shriek, my hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Shane’s hand. Through it all, my ex watches with wide eyes. It’s only when I finally slump back against Shane that he curses. “Get the fuck out of here, Max.”
Max takes a step back. “Yeah. Uh.” His gaze skates over my mostly-naked body like he’s never seen me before. “I’m going to go.”
Shane lets my dress drop to cover my hips and yanks the straps up over my shoulders. As if Max hasn’t seen me naked more times than I can count. “Out!” he thunders.
Max finally manages to move, turning and disappearing out of the doorway.
I have the absurd urge to laugh. “Guess we don’t need the video after all.” I sound strange and tinny to my own ears. This started as a revenge fuck, but actually being caught feels really weird. Not good. Just… I don’t even know.
Shane eases me off his cock and tucks himself away. “I’ll go talk to him.”
That shatters some of my eerie calm. “No, I’ve got it.”
He hesitates. “Lily…”
“I’ve got it,” I repeat. I climb to my feet on shaking legs and head downstairs. I appreciate that Shane wants to take this bullet for me, but I’m the one who initiated this weekend, and I’m an adult. I can handle a conversation with my ex.
Even if it’s a conversation while my pussy is still throbbing from fucking his father for two days straight.
I half-expect Max to be gone, but he’s standing in the kitchen with his hands braced on the counter. He barely looks at me as I walk through the door. “Are you happy now? Are we even?”
“Are we even? How can you even ask me that?” I wrap my arms around my waist. “How many times did you cheat on me, Max? With how many women?”
His face flushes red. “Look, I’m not proud of that, but you just fucked my dad.”
“Yeah. I did.”
He looks away. “How am I supposed to know that this didn’t start before we broke up?”
Hurt lashes me, flaying away what little guilt I feel. “Because, unlike you, I was faithful. I’m not going to apologize. You hurt me when I found you with her, when you just let me walk away and things ended so shitty. I wanted to hurt you back.”