14. The Spectator
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE SPECTATOR
Julian
Sophie’s eyes widen, and her mouth opens in a silent scream as Kai pushes into her. My thumb swipes at the precum gathering on the tip of my cock, and I use it as lube, working my hand faster. Flicking my eyes up to Kai, I see his lashes flutter as he goes still, reveling in the way it feels to be inside of my wife.
I know how 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 something here 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 whole body 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.”
“Oh f-fuck,” Sophie cries out. Her face scrunches up, and I see her lift up onto her toes?—
“Now,” I tell Kai.
His lips part, and he uses his free hand to pull on both nipple clamps until they pop off. She cries out, and I can tell the exact moment she begins to come on his cock. His breathing turns ragged, and his hips begin to jerk erratically.
Holy fuck, she’s making him come.
A low groan sounds through the room, and mixed with Sophie’s quiet pants and convulsing body, it is probably one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. Kai squeezes his eyes shut as he fills the condom, his body quivering from head to toe. His hairline is wet from exertion, and his lips are parted as he finishes.
“Shit,” I hiss, my balls drawing up. Everything inside of me pulls taut, and I slow my hand, squeezing tightly down at the base of my cock. “Oh fuck, I’m going to?—”
Kai steps back slightly, pulling Sophie with him, and then he presses her head down.
She understands his intentions, because a second later, her warm, wet mouth circles my cock.
I spill into her as I roar, my cum gushing against her tongue and dribbling down her throat. “Don’t swallow,” I rasp.
She does as I say— good fucking girl —and I erratically fuck her mouth until the last of it leaves my body.
My eyes find Kai’s, and I give him a lopsided smile. “Save some for Kai.” My command is heavy and vibrates through the room. Sophie goes still, mouth full of my cum. I’ve most definitely never gotten to this level of involved in a scene, and it’s fucking exhilarating.
I feel unhinged—and the whole situation feels unpredictable.
It’s refreshing.
Sophie slowly straightens, and then she turns around to face Kai—who is glaring at me.
“Go on. Give him a taste.”
My words are a challenge, and he knows it.
With one hand around the back of her head, he pulls her face to his, and they kiss. I watch with my lips quirked to the side, feeling cocky as fuck when Kai moans.
At kissing her, or the taste of me… I’m not sure.
When they pull away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he pulls his condom off. He walks over to where Sophie discarded her knickers, and he cleans himself off with them without looking away from me.
“I’m going to use the loo,” Sophie says quickly, snatching a nearby throw blanket and wrapping it around herself before walking into the en suite and closing the door.
The silence between Kai and me is charged.
I quickly put myself away and then I stand, zipping my trousers. When I get close to Kai, I can see the way his breath stutters. I snatch Sophie’s knickers from his hand, giving him an indolent smile. His fingers twitch after I pull them from him, and for a brief moment, I consider letting him have them—just to see what he’d do with them.
But the thought unsettles me in a way I can’t quite explain, like holding on to the last piece of her, like it’s something I can’t afford to lose.
“Those are for me. ”
I clean myself off with them before I pocket them. Kai’s eyes grow darker, but he doesn’t respond.
And for whatever reason, I want him to. However, before I get the chance, Sophie walks out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel. Her eyes find mine before they flick over to Kai, and then she comes to stand next to me.
Usually by now, the men are gone and I perform aftercare with her. But since we’re in Kai’s house, it would be strange to leave.
Reaching over to her, I run a finger down her jaw. “You did beautifully,” I tell her, giving her a genuine smile.
She bites her lower lip before standing on her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to my mouth. And then she turns around and presses a kiss to Kai’s cheek.
I track the way his eyes drink in her ‘just fucked’ look, the way one of his hands curls into a fist as if he’s restraining himself.
Fuck… if he keeps looking at her like that…
The kiss is brief, fleeting, but the way Kai lingers makes my throat tighten. I run my hand over Sophie’s jaw, grounding myself in the familiar feel of her skin, reminding myself who she belongs to.
“I can order pizza?” I offer, feeling slightly awkward.
“Pizza sounds amazing,” Sophie says, and it comes out as a satisfied sigh.
I nod and usher her out of the bedroom, and when I turn, I see Kai’s eyes follow her.
There’s something unsettling about how easy this feels, like we’ve stumbled into dangerous territory, but none of us are willing to acknowledge it yet.
I can’t decide if I like it or hate it.
“Are you coming?” I ask, trying to keep my voice light.
Kai exhales slowly, his shoulders dropping as if a weight has been lifted, and I notice the faintest hint of relief in his eyes. For a moment, the tension that had been knotted between us seems to loosen, like we’re all taking one step closer to something… more. Something none of us fully understands yet. But for now, it’s enough.
I mean, if the scene we just did was any indication, we’re long past whatever the fuck we expected to happen tonight.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice softer than before, almost like he’s giving in to the idea—letting himself believe this could work.
Whatever this is.