I turned to Hana. She met my gaze and nodded.
Together, we moved, each of us dropping between our partner’s legs.
I knelt between Elliott’s thighs, wrapping my hand around his cock as I leaned forward to kiss the tip. Beside me, Hana was doing the same to Jack, her eyes flicking up to watch his jaw clench.
The symmetry of it all—the way we both moved in sync, our mouths moving, our hands gripping—made the moment electric. I took Elliott into my mouth slowly, savoring the way he groaned my name, one hand tangling in my hair. He tasted like Hana, sweet and perfect.
Hana had Jack fully in her mouth now, her head bobbing, his hand tightening in her hair as he muttered something in a hoarse, low voice.
We were side by side, our eyes occasionally meeting between the men’s legs. It felt so…naughty. And so fucking hot.
And when Elliott finally bucked his hips and spilled into my mouth with a broken moan, I swallowed every drop and pulled back with a small smile, wiping the corner of my lips with my fingertips.
Hana wasn’t far behind—Jack came with a rough grunt, his thighs trembling, and she licked him clean.
We both sat back on our knees, the men breathing like they’d just ran a marathon.
Hana looked over at me and smiled.
I smiled back, still catching my breath.
We didn’t need to say anything.
We just knew.
* * *
The cold hallway air hit my skin the moment we stepped out of the living room, our clothes clumsily half-pulled back on, our hair wild, our bodies flushed with fading pleasure. I was wrapped in Elliott’s sweater, the hem brushing my thighs, and he had his arm draped over my shoulders.
“See you guys for dinner?” Jack asked casually, like we all hadn’t just fucked each other.
Elliott and I nodded in sync, and neither of us said anything until the bedroom door closed behind us.
He exhaled deeply, like he’d been holding something in, and turned to face me.
“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nodded, easing down onto the edge of the bed, my legs still a little shaky. “I’m very okay.”
He smiled, relieved, and knelt in front of me, his hands sliding over my bare thighs. “I just want to check in. All of that…was that really okay for you?”
My heart warmed at the way he said it, at how seriously he meant it.
I cupped his face. “Yes. I mean, I wasn’t expecting to like it as much as I did.”
His brows rose slightly. “Watching me with Hana?”
“Yeah,” I said with a breathy laugh. “I thought maybe I’d get jealous, but I was just too curious. But instead…I just felt this kind of freedom, I guess? Like, seeing you enjoy yourself, knowing I could enjoy it too…it didn’t take anything away fromus.It just added.”
He leaned his forehead against my thigh for a moment, like he needed to absorb it all. Then he looked up again.
“I didn’t know I’d like watching you with someone else,” he admitted. “But you looked so confident and happy. Turned on. It was fuckinghot,but it was more than that. It felt like we trusted each other so completely, even in the middle of all that chaos.”
“Itwaschaos, wasn’t it?” I said, laughing quietly.
“The best kind,” he said, grinning now. “But seriously—if there’s anything you didn’t like, or if something felt weird after, I want to know.”
I softened, running my fingers through his hair. “Nothing felt bad. I felt safe. And I don’t think I realized how much I’d like watching you like that. Touching someone else. Being touched. And knowing you were still mine.”
