5
HUDSON
I didn’t tell Mads that we had an audience. A year earlier, she’d have been thrilled like I was by that truth, but seeing as how she couldn’t find enjoyment in my d**k, I didn’t have any wish to heighten her embarrassment. Colton had blatantly stared, and I’d offered him a better view, making my balls draw up tight in the process.
I’d finished first, but a harshly whispered curse had reached my ears from beyond the screen, enticing one last spurt up through my shaft at the thought of him getting off watching me come.
A second shudder rippled over me as I finished, and I pulled Mads against my chest. “Thank you,” I whispered against her ear.
She clasped her hands atop mine on her belly where I rubbed over her shirt. “Mmm.”
She hadn’t come, but I honestly couldn’t remember the
