My hands slid down to her hips, guiding her, helping her find the rhythm that made her shudder, that made her grip my shoulders tighter, her nails digging into my skin.
I could feel Ciarán’s eyes on us. I didn’t care.
“I miss you,” I gasped. “I miss you so fucking bad.”
She shuddered, tightening around me. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder.
“I’ll be better this time. I’ll change. I’ll beg if you want. Just keep fucking me like this.”
I could hear myself begging and didn’t care. I’d beg again tomorrow if I had to.
She spread her legs, making me go even deeper, and I groaned, my eyes closed.
I was so close.
I came so hard my toes curled. It had been so long.
To cover it, I slipped my hand between her legs to feel, and let out a few curse words when I noticed our combined mess dripping down her legs, even with her panties there to absorb most of it.
Bringing my fingers to her pussy, I started rubbing her clit as I moved my hips to thrust upward. She let out a loud moan and pushed herself against me in motion with my thrusts.
“Oak, I’m gonna…” she stopped herself and held her breath for a few seconds as I kept fucking her. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”
The throbbing around my dick got even more intense, and I kept rubbing my fingers on her clit until she was collapsing against me, her body limp and boneless as she buried her face in the crook of my neck.
I buried my face in her neck. Held her tight enough, hoping she wouldn’t leave again.
The room was quiet again, except for the low hum of music and the racing in my chest.
His voice cut through our moment.
“Well,” he said, with the kind of laugh that didn’t come from humor but from entitlement. “That was… titillating.”
He said, then he sang.
“She split her sins between us... a careful, even cut...”
Jordin let out a breathy laugh against my neck.
He stopped abruptly.
“Come here, Jordin,” he said. No inflection. No warmth. Just possession, spoken soft.
She kissed me long and deep before standing, like it was a thank-you.
She sauntered toward him, panties crooked and useless, catching what they could of the mess we made.
And I sat there.
Dick still hard.
Heart stupid.
Watching my wife drop to her knees for him and take him into her mouth like it was second nature.
Ciarán’s hand settled on the back of her head like a crown. He locked eyes with me while she sucked him, slow and messy.
And he smiled.
