more proof

Ellie leaned against the sofa cushions, legs slowly uncurling, opening just enough to draw his eyes lower. Her shorts rode high on her thighs, the hem brushing dangerously close to where his hand still hovered. She smirked—Sarah’s smirk through Ellie’s face—and whispered, “Go on. Test me properly.”

His throat tightened. He should’ve pulled back, but instead his palm slid further, finding the heat between her legs. The thin cotton of her shorts was already damp beneath his touch, clinging to her curves.

Ellie’s head fell back against the couch, curls spilling wild, lips parting on a gasp. “Ohhh…” It wasn’t girlish at all—it was deep, sultry, too knowing. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes and whispered, “She just told Will she’s fine, but inside she’s burning.”

The blood roared in his ears. His fingers pressed harder, stroking slow.

From the bedroom, Tom caught the faintest sound: Charity’s voice, light, laughing at something Will said—but beneath it, he swore he could hear a tremor. The same tremor running through Ellie now as her hips pushed forward into his hand.

“Jesus, Ellie,” he hissed, his self-control shredding.

Her eyes snapped open, fierce and bright. “Yes. Say my name. Ellie. That’s who I am right now. Make me real.”

His lips crashed onto hers, hungry, claiming. She tasted of heat and salt, tongue darting against his, greedy and insistent. Her nails raked his shoulder through his shirt as his hand shoved her shorts aside, finding slick heat, fingers sliding inside.

Ellie broke the kiss with a gasp so sharp it was almost a cry—then clamped her hand over her mouth, muffling herself. But her eyes were wide, fevered, a storm of Sarah’s soul and Ellie’s body. She panted through her fingers, whispering against them, “She feels it too… oh god, Tom, she feels your fingers inside me while she’s with next to Will…”

The sound hit Tom like a lightning strike—muffled at first, then unmistakable. The creak of bedsprings. A low, hushed moan, strained and breathy. Charity’s voice.

Ellie’s nails sank into his arm as she writhed on his fingers, breath hot against his cheek. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her grin feral. “Ohhh—she’s doing it—she just pulled him down—fuck, Tom, she’s fucking Will while you’re inside me—”

The reality twisted around him, sharp and intoxicating. In the bedroom, Will chuckled, murmured something low. Then came the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, Charity’s gasps threading through, higher, shakier, her voice breaking into small cries that tried—and failed—to sound like laughter.

Ellie bit down on Tom’s shoulder to stifle herself, grinding against his hand, every thrust of Will inside Charity echoing in her body. She whispered against his shirt, ragged, “It’s perfect, it’s perfect, he thinks it’s her—he doesn’t know—oh fuck, I feel him and you at the same time—”

Tom’s cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, caught between horror and ecstasy. His free hand yanked her shorts aside completely, shoving them down her thighs. Ellie gasped, arching, her slick heat bared. He freed himself in one **** motion, thick and hard, then drove into her with a groan muffled against her mouth.

The world narrowed: the wet, obscene slap of their bodies in the suite’s half-light; Ellie’s sharp little cries pressed against his lips; the ragged, unmistakable rhythm of Will pounding into Charity just a thin wall away.

Every time Will’s thrusts made the headboard knock, Ellie clenched tighter around him, her voice strangled and ****. “She’s riding him—oh god, I feel it—Tom, harder, fuck me harder, make me louder than her—”

Her plea broke him. He drove into her savagely, each stroke making her cry out despite the hand she clamped over her mouth. Across the wall, Charity’s voice rose higher, needier—until suddenly the sounds bled together, as if both women broke in the same instant.

Ellie’s body convulsed around Tom’s cock, pulsing wet, her muffled scream trembling against his palm as he crushed it over her mouth to silence her. And through her—through Sarah—he felt Charity seize, too, the echo of her orgasm threading across the bond.

Then silence. Heavy, dangerous silence, broken only by the muted rustle of sheets and Will’s satisfied sigh.

Ellie collapsed against Tom, still trembling, lips brushing his ear. “She came with me. He has no idea. We’re both yours and his at the same time.”

Tom’s chest heaved, sweat prickling down his neck. He pulled out quickly, tugging her shorts up just as footsteps creaked down the hallway.

Ellie smoothed her hair, a wicked, flushed smile curving her lips. “Act normal.”

The bedroom door opened. Will stepped out, shirt half-buttoned, Charity behind him looking pink-cheeked but composed.