It all started a few years ago during my college days. My boyfriend and I had gone to one of those year-end parties that are wild and full of energy. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and it seemed like every corner was filled with people either grinding against each other, making out, or drinking. The vibe was just insane, and we were all riding the high of the night, laughing, drinking, and letting go. My boyfriend and I had been flirting and teasing each other for hours, but when we finally found a spot on a couch, things really started to heat up.

He pulled me onto his lap, and his hands began wandering under my shirt. I knew his friends were sitting nearby, pretending not to notice, but I could feel their eyes on us. Every time he kissed me, his hands would slide a little lower until his fingers were brushing against the waistband of my jeans. I let out a little gasp as he slipped one hand inside, his fingers lightly rubbing over the fabric of my panties. That’s when I realized that his friends weren’t just sneaking glances—they were watching, taking in every little touch, every sound I made.

Trying to control myself, I squirmed and pushed his hand away, shooting him a look that clearly said, Not here. But he just smirked, scooping me up effortlessly and carrying me out of the room. I buried my face against his chest, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as we weaved through the crowd. People laughed and catcalled as he pushed through the hallway, practically tearing at my clothes as we made our way to one of the bedrooms.

By the time we stumbled inside, we were both half-undressed. He kicked the door shut behind us, my top hanging open, his pants undone. We crashed onto the bed, our mouths locked in a desperate kiss as he tugged my jeans down my legs. I barely had time to catch my breath before he flipped me over, pressing me into the mattress, and drove his cock inside me in one hard thrust. I cried out, my body jolting as he pounded into me, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

The room was dark, but I could feel his eyes on me, watching the way I squirmed and moaned beneath him. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he took me harder and harder, pushing me toward that sweet, dizzying edge. I was so lost in the heat between us, in the way his cock stretched me and filled me so completely, that I didn’t notice he kept glancing back over his shoulder. It wasn’t until I shifted slightly, turning my head, that I saw what had caught his attention.

The door was open a crack, and two of his friends were standing there, eyes wide, watching every filthy move we made. My heart skipped a beat, my face burning as I realized they could see everything—my naked body splayed out, the way my boyfriend’s cock was sliding in and out of me, every moan and gasp that escaped my lips. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him to stop, but before I could, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.

“Don’t worry about them,” he growled in my ear, his voice low and rough. “I want them to see how good you take it.”

I should have been embarrassed. I should have pushed him away, closed the door, something. But instead, a thrill shot through me, making my pulse race even faster. I was mortified and turned on all at once, knowing they were standing right there, watching me get fucked. I could see the way their gazes moved over my body, taking in every bounce of my breasts, every arch of my back as my boyfriend drove into me with reckless abandon.

“Tell me you like it,” he demanded, his voice a low rasp.

I whimpered, biting my lip. “I… I like it. I like them watching.”

His thrusts grew harder, each one forcing a loud, breathless moan from my mouth. The bed creaked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. I could hear his friends murmuring softly, their eyes never leaving us. And with every word, every soft exhale of appreciation or awe, my arousal soared higher. I reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically as he fucked me, gasping as the pleasure built and built until I was trembling, teetering right on the edge.

“Come for them,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Let them see how much you love it.”

And just like that, I shattered. My body tightened, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, and I cried out, not caring who heard. My boyfriend didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, his grip bruising as he chased his own release. The door creaked open a little wider, and I glanced back, locking eyes with one of his friends. He looked dazed, almost mesmerized, his gaze glued to the way my boyfriend’s cock stretched me open, the way I was shaking and moaning uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” my boyfriend groaned, his hips jerking. “I’m going to come.”

He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself roughly as hot ropes of cum splashed across my ass and lower back. I whimpered, still shaking, as he milked every drop out, his friends watching the entire time. When he finally finished, he collapsed beside me, both of us panting and trembling. I glanced back at the door, half-expecting them to be gone, but they were still there, staring.

“Like what you saw?” my boyfriend teased, his voice still a little breathless.

They didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly, eyes wide. I smirked, glancing back at my boyfriend.

“Maybe next time,” I murmured softly, just loud enough for them to hear, “you can join us.”

Their eyes widened even more, and with a grin, I turned back to my boyfriend, leaning in for another kiss. But even as he pulled me close, his cock still twitching against my thigh, I could feel their stares burning into my skin.

I knew one thing for sure—this wouldn’t be the last time we gave them a show.