But my eyes weren’t on him.
They were onthem.
Hana was straddling Elliott, riding him slow and deep, her hands pressed against his chest, her head thrown back in a way that made her hair cascade down her spine. Her body moved like she was meant to be worshipped.
And Elliott…Elliott looked so fucking good.
His hands gripped her hips hard, his mouth was parted, and his eyes shifted from mine to hers.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Every moan Hana let out—every twist of her hips, every time Elliott groaned deeply—it sent another rush of heat straight between my legs. I didn’t even realize I was moving faster, grinding harder on Jack’s cock until he let out a low, desperate sound and pulled me closer, his hands gripping my ass.
“You watching them?” he asked.
I nodded, breath catching. “Yeah.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I whispered, stunned by how much I meant it.
I’d thought this would be about curiosity, about crossing a boundary or scratching an itch. But now, watching my husband fuck someone else, watchingHanawith him, I felt something shift inside me, something I didn’t expect.
Not jealousy or fear, but desire and true, deep trust.
Jack moved beneath me, thrusting up as I rode him, our bodies slapping together harder now. My hands braced against his chest, and I moaned, loud and unfiltered, as he hit that perfect spot inside me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so sexy like this,” he groaned. “Eyes on them, fucking me in response.”
I looked back to Hana, and she turned her head slightly, meeting my gaze mid-thrust. She was glowing, breathless and flushed. Her rhythm faltered just for a second when she saw me watching.
I reached for her hand, even from where I was, and she reached back.
Our fingers laced together, bodies moving, the four of us tangled in heat and trust.
The heat was sharp and consuming, searing hotter with every touch, every inhale.
Jack’s grip on my hips had turned possessive, his rhythm relentless as he drove into me from below, but I barely registered anything excepther.
Hana’s body rolled on top of Elliott in that slow, controlled way. His hands slid over her curves, his mouth chasing her skin. I couldn’t stop watching.
Our fingers were still laced together, Hana’s hand stretched across the space between us, her grip tightening as she rode him harder, her eyes flicking back to mine.
That’s what did it, that look. My orgasm crashed over me in a sudden, breathless wave.
“Oh,fuck,” I gasped, my whole body clenching around Jack as the pleasure tore through me. My nails dug into his chest, my head falling back, and I let myself feelallof it.
“Fucking hell,” Jack groaned. “You just soaked me, love.”
I laughed shakily, still trembling, and leaned forward to kiss him.
When I finally turned my head, Hana was staring at me like she’d felt it too, like she’d been pulled under the same current, even while she moved on Elliott. Her breath was fast, and I reached for her again.
She climbed off Elliott slowly, her body glistening with sweat, and crawled across the couch toward me. We kissed, deep and slow, our mouths clashing softly.
Then we turned to Jack and Elliott.
They were both still breathless, hard, but not finished. Elliott lay back, his cock twitching against his stomach. Jack sat up straighter, panting, his hand stroking himself as he watched us.
