Page 124 of Holy Hearts
So does Kai, though he’s too proud to admit it.
As if to prove my point, I reach a hand over to Kai’s buckle, which is undone and hanging loosely in front of him. In one swift motion, I pull the belt through the loops roughly.
He stumbles, but I catch him with my other hand. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I look down briefly to see his cock straining against the material of his trousers.
“I could say the same thing about you,” Sophie says, her voice playful and testing.
Kai shifts away from me, the faintest hint of discomfort in his posture. I know he’s not used to sharing control, especially not with Sophie. But with me? That’s a different story.
That’s where things get interesting.
Looking into Kai’s eyes, I notice a spark in them—part resistance, part something else that I don’t think even he fully understands.
“Don’t hold back on my account, Kai,” I say, my voice firm.
“I’m not holding back,” he says. His voice betrays him, it’s rougher than before.
“Ask Sophie how she wants to do this,” I say, putting my hand at the base of her neck.
His eyes narrow slightly before roving down to Sophie. The shift in his stance is subtle, and I can tell he’s still holding on to that thread of control.
But something in him is unraveling.
Sophie watches him with that daring, ornery look, but it soon transforms into something more understanding.
“We’re all in this together, right?” Sophie asks softly.
He looks back to me, and I nod once. “Ask her what she wants, Kai.” I keep my voice light, an initiation rather than a command.
Kai takes a moment, his gaze oscillating between Sophie and me. I can see the gears turning in his head. He’s only ever played with women, and one man. He’s usually in charge. And when we’re all together, he can’t do that. Relying solely on the strength of our triad is intimidating, he doesn’t have his kink or dominance to fall back on. So I get it.
I’d be terrified, too.
Finally, Kai exhales, his shoulders easing just a little bit. “What do you want, little dove?”
Sophie stands up and takes the condom from my hand. Looking up at Kai, she uses her teeth and opens the packet. I watch them, mesmerized, as she pulls his cock out with her free hand. And then she rolls it onto his shaft with both hands. I clock the way he shudders whenever she touches him, and it sends a flash of arousal through me.
My cock is straining against my trousers, and I want nothing more than to keep watching how much she affects him.
Taking a step back, she hops onto the dining room table—the same table that’s been in our family for over four hundred years. It’s dark Jacobean wood, nearly twenty feet long, and sturdy as fuck. It’s rumored that Queen Victoria once ate at this table when visiting one of my ancestors.
Seeing my naked wife about to desecrate it… it’s almost too sexy to handle.
“Please fuck me, Kai,” she says, spreading her legs so that they hang down. Pointing her toes, she leans back on her hands, and my eyes dart to Kai’s.
A low rumble sounds through the room, and then he moves between her legs. I walk around to get a better view, and as Kai hovers over her, I see his cock twitch as he presses against her glistening cunt.
“Yes,” Sophie whispers.
Kai looks over at me, and as he pushes into her, his jaw slackens. I relish the way his eyelids droop, the way his lips part, and the way his whole body seems to quiver. He presses into her, meeting resistance. A red flush breaks out on her chest. Watching her stretch for him, watching the way her mouth drops open…
“Fuck,” she hisses, throwing her head back.
Climbing onto the table, I crawl behind her,needingto touch her. The old table groans under my weight, but I don’t care right now. Kai’s hands work down her thighs, spreading her legs even farther. Sophie relaxes back into me, placing her weight on her elbows as I let my hands drift over her peaked nipples. Looking up at Kai, who is eye level with me, I pinch one nipple and revel in the way he hisses, briefly closing his eyes as if trying to regain control.
He must’ve felt her cunt clench.
With every thrust of his hips, the table creaks ominously, but in a way, it heightens the moment. All of this is sowrong—cradling Sophie in my lap while another man fucks her on the table where we eat our meals together as a married couple…
