Page 58 of Aim Assist

But I don't tell him to stop touching me.

I don't want him to stop.

My body tenses as I fight against the instinct to writhe against him. The precipice is right there. I'm going to come any second, as if knowing two strangers are watching us is all I needed to explode.

His fingers grind against my clit in a new rhythm, and I can't.

My moans are louder than I ever intended, and when I open my eyes, I look right at them.

Watching these strangers, as they watch me.

Reasonably attractive. Nice looking guys. Both of them staring at me, while I stare at them.

They're hard.

One of them has his hand over his cock, and I can't tell if he's trying to hide it, or fighting the urge to touch it.

I open my legs wider, watching his sharp intake of breath, the way his eyes widen.

"Liam," I murmur, and I can see the way the other guy's dick jumps at the sound of my voice.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"I want to come. I'm so close."

Watching them both shift their weight, heat flushing their faces as they watch—fuck.

They're a barrier from the eyes of the rest of the world, all the people passing by as they leave the beach. They're unconcerned by the few of us off to the side, too far to hear my moans.

So I reach down and slide my skirt up, a little at a time. Letting these two men catch a peek at what he's doing to me.

We're on vacation, right?

We're all strangers.

It's exhilarating, watching them react to every breath of mine. Every movement.

Liam laughs in my ear. He's breathless now, leaning a little more over me, getting better traction as he slams his hand against my pussy, his fingers driving deep.

They can see all of it, and they love it.

I bend my knees, lifting my legs for a better view, and Liam groans behind me.

His curled fingers keep shoving against that sensitive spot inside, where every touch builds me toward an explosion I'm not sure I'm ready for.

I pant and moan, somehow feeling safer with these two strangers standing there. Free beneath their regard.

But something's still missing. I'm so close, so close, and I can't quite make it over the edge.

Liam seems to understand, because he brings his hand from my clit to my breast, grabbing it all in his hand and squeezing hard.

My answering moan tells him everything I need to know, and my eyes lock with the guy on the left.

He has his hand curled around his dick through his pants. Instead of watching what Liam's doing, he watches me.

Watches as I pant in desire, as I lick my lips. His hand's moving, fisting around himself, and I smile.

That seems to give him courage. His friend, too.

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