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I rock my hips against her back to find the friction that I need, and as I let my eyes slowly drag up to Kai, I find himwatching me. Slowly pulling out of her, he snaps his hips and drives into her—hard.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” she whimpers.

“She likes that,” I tell him, using my hands to knead my wife’s breasts.

Sophie cants her hips and arches her back the more I work my fingers, and her head falls to the side as Kai continues his punishing pace.

“I know. I can tell,” he says, darkened eyes on me.

“She loves it when you play with her clit. Do it now.”

Kai slows his pace, glaring at me. “Why don’t you let me decide how to handle her?”

I huff a laugh, pinching Sophie’s right nipple a little too hard. “You sure you want to challenge me in my own house? Go ahead, but you won’t win.”

Kai’s hands come to Sophie’s hips, and reluctantly, one of his hands moves between her legs. As if in tandem with me, she lets out a long, low groan as Kai takes two fingers and begins to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s better,” I murmur, watching the way he plays my wife like a fiddle. “Now make her come.”

Kai looks down at Sophie, and I can see the way he digs his free hand into her hip, almost pulling her onto his cock.

“Yes, Kai, just like that?—”

I open my mouth to tell Kai to up the pressure on her clit, but he does it without me asking. Letting himself hover over her, one elbow by her head, he bends down and kisses her passionately. As he tilts his head, his eyes pierce into mine as if to prove his point. When he pulls away, I can see the way his muscles are bunching and contracting along his arms, and I know he’s holding himself back now.

“You’re so good at this,” I say, and he looks up at me with wide eyes. “Just like that. Keep going. She looks incredible with you.”

Sophie moans. “Oh God, Julian, I’m close?—”

“I love watching this,” I tell Kai, and his brow furrows as if he doesn’t understand. As if he can’t contemplate that I’m being nice to him, and it seems to spur him on.

I doubt he’s used to being praised in bed, he’s usually the one doing it.

This is going to be so much fucking fun.

“I’m coming. Oh fuck,” Sophie hisses, back arching. Tipping her head into my chest, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning. Watching my wife come undone is my favorite sight in the whole world.

ButKaibeing the reason she’s coming undone? It’s a close second.

“Come for me,” I tell Kai, knowing this is the first small step to getting him to submit to me in bed. I may not be the one fucking him, but when’s the last time someone told him to come?

A low, raw sound escapes his lips as his body begins to jerk. Pulling out quickly, he pulls the condom off and drops it to the floor just as he comes over Sophie’s stomach. Large, thick spurts hit her skin, and I watch as his cock pulses over and over. Closing his eyes, he holds on to Sophie’s hips as he rides out his orgasm. I watch, enraptured, as he goes still. His hands are still twitching on the fleshy part of her hips, and when he slowly opens his eyes, his pupils are a dark smoky color.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling away from Sophie and looking down at the mess he made of my wife.

Sophie slumps back against me, and I can tell from the way she’s shivering that she’s completely spent. Brushing the sweatyhair off her forehead, I scoot back so that she can lie down on the table fully.

“Come here,” I tell Kai, nudging my jaw to the other side of the table behind me.

Slowly, he walks around as I get my cock out. His eyes trail down before coming back up to my face, and I give him a wicked smirk.

“Have you ever wanked a man off?”

Kai runs a hand down his mouth and shakes his head.

“Do you want to?” I ask, positioning myself on my knees over Sophie as I stroke myself a couple of times.

Kai’s hand hovers near my cock, uncertain but eager. His breath ghosts over my shoulder, and I feel the slight tremor in his fingers as they curl around me. It’s the kind of touch that betrays inexperience—not clumsy, but careful, like he’s afraid to take too much.