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I didn’t go in. I couldn’t. I wanted to see this exactly as it was, from exactly where I was.
Fiona saw me shake my head. Something flashed in her eyes, disappointment and excitement all at once, and then she just let go.
She rode Ross hard, her hands braced on his chest, her tits bouncing. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him on every stroke. I could hear it through the glass, the slap of skin, her gasps getting higher and sharper.
“Ross,” she moaned. “Ross, fuck.”
Not my name. His.
That should have hurt. It made me stroke faster.
She came on his cock with her head thrown back, staring at the ceiling, shaking all over. Ross groaned and bucked up into her, and I watched his face twist as he came inside the condom.
I came too. All over my hand and the hallway carpet, biting my lip so they wouldn’t hear me.
When I looked up she was collapsed on his chest, his arms around her. He was stroking her hair. She was whispering something to him I couldn’t hear. They both laughed softly.
I stood in the dark hallway, sticky and spent, and suddenly felt very much on the wrong side of the glass.
I crept back upstairs and pretended to be asleep when she came up. She slid into bed behind me and kissed my shoulder.
“I saw you,” she whispered. “Next time, come in.”
Ending 11 of 16: Caught Watching. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.