Page 75 of Holy Hearts
Iknowhow it feels, and somehow, it only seems to connect us more.
Kai’s eyes drop to mine, narrowing slightly as one of his hands fists Sophie’s loose hair, pulling her neck back and causing her to arch her back over me. There’s no smugness in his expression, but there’s also no hesitation. He knows this isn’t about him challenging me directly—yet, I can’t shake the pulse of competitiveness curling low in my stomach.
It only spurs me on.
Biting my lower lip, I rut my hips up into my hand as Kai continues to slowly fuck my wife over me.
I normally keep my hands to myself, but the whole night has felt different from the other times, somehow. There’s somethinghere between the three of us, and I’ll be damned if I don’t explore it further by pushing the boundaries of the past and present.
My hand tightens around my cock, but the pressure does little to ease the knot winding in my chest. There’s a weight to whatever’s happening tonight… something that both constricts and enthralls me as it presses against the walls I’ve built so carefully around Sophie and me.
I tell myself it’s just the gravity of the scene, the thrill of watching her come undone by someone I trust. I tell myself this is just another scene. Another stranger, another fuck. But my hand betrays me, pumping faster as Kai’s grip tightens in Sophie’s hair.
I know better.
Kai isn’t just anyone. And the way she melts for him, the way his eyes darken when he looks at her, it carves into something I wasn’t prepared to confront tonight.
I should stop this. I could. The safe word sits heavy on my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
“Fuck her harder,” I mutter, looking Kai in the eye again. My lips pull into a cocky smirk, and Kai’s eyes flash with disobedience. “She can take it.”
He meets my gaze, deliberately ignoring my command for a second longer than necessary, his knuckles white where they grip her. A flicker of defiance lingers in his expression, subtle but clear.
I almost admire it.Almost.
But the way his hand lingers, possessive in a way that’s not entirely playful, strikes something sharp inside me. I clench my jaw.
“I said harder, Kai.”
He grunts as he thrusts harder, and Sophie’s eyes squeeze closed. Her hands curl tightly around the arms of the chair, and I feel my orgasm get closer.
“That’s all you’ve got?” I ask, my voice low and taunting. “This is all elementary, Kai.”
“Are you always this bossy?” Kai asks, his voice ragged. One of his hands comes around her throat.
I huff a laugh.He has no idea.“Yes.”
Sophie whimpers, but I don’t touch her. This isn’t my scene, as hard as it is to resist. I shouldn’t even be this involved. I shouldn’t want to cross this line, not with him. But the way she arches, the way his hand flexes at her throat, it’s too much. The air feels heavier than usual, thick with something that doesn’t just come from arousal. My toes curl inside my shoes, and I dip my chin as I watch Sophie’s arousal drip down the inside of her thighs.
“Good fucking girl,” I say softly. My eyes roam back up to Kai, and both his hands are on her hips now, pulling her onto his cock. “She likes praise,” I offer. “The right combination of pretty words will have her squeezing you so tight you’ll see stars.”
Kai groans and fucks her harder, and I match his tempo with my hand.
“Oh fuck,” Sophie whines. The mascara she so meticulously applied earlier is smudged underneath her eyes, and her chest is blooming pink with arousal.
One of Kai’s hands moves around to the front of her body, and then it snakes between her legs. He lightly circles her clit, and the low sound that escapes her lips has me properly fucking my hand now.
“She likes that,” I tell Kai. “But not too hard—just like that,” I tell him.
His nostrils flare, and I can’t tell if he enjoys my interjections or not. I’m leaning toward not, but that’s too fucking bad.
“Yes,” Sophie hisses, rolling her hips. “Right there,” she adds.
I can smell her arousal, and in a bold move, I reach between her legs. My fingers brush Kai’s, and I enjoy the way his wholebody rolls with a shock wave at the contact. Using her arousal as lube, I coat my cock and slowly, deliberately, stroke myself to the edge of a climax.
Sophie’s tits bounce with every thrust from Kai, and the silver clamps look so fucking gorgeous clipped to her brown nipples. I can tell she’s nearing the edge based on the way her face slackens, the way her hands loosen on the wooden arms of the chair.
“She’s close,” I say. “And so am I.”
