26. The Table
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE TABLE
Julian
It’s truly captivating to see someone so typically in control embrace vulnerability. Knowing that I’m the one he willingly turns to fills me with appreciation for that trust. It’s clear that he’s not accustomed to being teased. It seems he’s holding on by a thread with my wife. I mean, Sophie has always had an ornery side, but watching how much it gets under Kai’s skin? That’s a new kind of entertainment.
“How is this going to work?” Sophie asks, eyes shifting between Kai and me.
I step closer, watching how each of them reacts to my presence. A multitude of scenarios flash through my mind, one of which is using my dear wife like a spit roast. But tonight, I think we need to figure out what we each want out of this. Kai especially, since he’s hovering between indulgence and restraint, like he’s not sure which part of himself he wants to lean into tonight.
Such a gorgeous switch, I think.
“Well, the two of you look comfortable,” I start, my tone light. Sophie smirks up at me, and Kai, for all his bravado, watches me carefully, like he’s waiting for his cue.
Yeah, I could really fucking get used to this.
My eyes travel back to my wife, and her eyes spark with something mischievous.
“You’re so good at getting him worked up,” I tell her, running a hand through her hair to her ponytail. Removing her hairband slowly, I toss it to the side and let her golden hair fall onto her bare shoulders. When my eyes meet hers again, she’s watching me with hooded eyes. She likes this. She likes when I’m in control and when I acknowledge her.
So does Kai, though he’s too proud to admit it.
As if to prove my point, I reach a hand over to Kai’s buckle, which is undone and hanging loosely in front of him. In one swift motion, I pull the belt through the loops roughly.
He stumbles, but I catch him with my other hand. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I look down briefly to see his cock straining against the material of his trousers.
“I could say the same thing about you,” Sophie says, her voice playful and testing.
Kai shifts away from me, the faintest hint of discomfort in his posture. I know he’s not used to sharing control, especially not with Sophie. But with me? That’s a different story.
That’s where things get interesting.
Looking into Kai’s eyes, I notice a spark in them—part resistance, part something else that I don’t think even he fully understands.
“Don’t hold back on my account, Kai,” I say, my voice firm.
“I’m not holding back,” he says. His voice betrays him, it’s rougher than before.
“Ask Sophie how she wants to do this,” I say, putting my hand at the base of her neck.
His eyes narrow slightly before roving down to Sophie. The shift in his stance is subtle, and I can tell he’s still holding on to that thread of control.
But something in him is unraveling.
Sophie watches him with that daring, ornery look, but it soon transforms into something more understanding.
“We’re all in this together, right?” Sophie asks softly.
He looks back to me, and I nod once. “Ask her what she wants, Kai.” I keep my voice light, an initiation rather than a command.
Kai takes a moment, his gaze oscillating between Sophie and me. I can see the gears turning in his head. He’s only ever played with women, and one man. He’s usually in charge. And when we’re all together, he can’t do that. Relying solely on the strength of our triad is intimidating, he doesn’t have his kink or dominance to fall back on. So I get it.
I’d be terrified, too.
Finally, Kai exhales, his shoulders easing just a little bit. “What do you want, little dove?”
Sophie stands up and takes the condom from my hand. Looking up at Kai, she uses her teeth and opens the packet. I watch them, mesmerized, as she pulls his cock out with her free hand. And then she rolls it onto his shaft with both hands. I clock the way he shudders whenever she touches him, and it sends a flash of arousal through me.
My cock is straining against my trousers, and I want nothing more than to keep watching how much she affects him.
Taking a step back, she hops onto the dining room table—the same table that’s been in our family for over four hundred years. It’s dark Jacobean wood, nearly twenty feet long, and sturdy as fuck. It’s rumored that Queen Victoria once ate at this table when visiting one of my ancestors.
Seeing my naked wife about to desecrate it… it’s almost too sexy to handle.
“Please fuck me, Kai,” she says, spreading her legs so that they hang down. Pointing her toes, she leans back on her hands, and my eyes dart to Kai’s.
A low rumble sounds through the room, and then he moves between her legs. I walk around to get a better view, and as Kai hovers over her, I see his cock twitch as he presses against her glistening cunt.
“Yes,” Sophie whispers.
Kai looks over at me, and as he pushes into her, his jaw slackens. I relish the way his eyelids droop, the way his lips part, and the way his whole body seems to quiver. He presses into her, meeting resistance. A red flush breaks out on her chest. Watching her stretch for him, watching the way her mouth drops open…
“Fuck,” she hisses, throwing her head back.
Climbing onto the table, I crawl behind her, needing to touch her. The old table groans under my weight, but I don’t care right now. Kai’s hands work down her thighs, spreading her legs even farther. Sophie relaxes back into me, placing her weight on her elbows as I let my hands drift over her peaked nipples. Looking up at Kai, who is eye level with me, I pinch one nipple and revel in the way he hisses, briefly closing his eyes as if trying to regain control.
He must’ve felt her cunt clench.
With every thrust of his hips, the table creaks ominously, but in a way, it heightens the moment. All of this is so wrong —cradling Sophie in my lap while another man fucks her on the table where we eat our meals together as a married couple…
I rock my hips against her back to find the friction that I need, and as I let my eyes slowly drag up to Kai, I find him watching me. Slowly pulling out of her, he snaps his hips and drives into her— hard.
“Oh fuck, just like that,” she whimpers.
“She likes that,” I tell him, using my hands to knead my wife’s breasts.
Sophie cants her hips and arches her back the more I work my fingers, and her head falls to the side as Kai continues his punishing pace.
“I know. I can tell,” he says, darkened eyes on me.
“She loves it when you play with her clit. Do it now.”
Kai slows his pace, glaring at me. “Why don’t you let me decide how to handle her?”
I huff a laugh, pinching Sophie’s right nipple a little too hard. “You sure you want to challenge me in my own house? Go ahead, but you won’t win.”
Kai’s hands come to Sophie’s hips, and reluctantly, one of his hands moves between her legs. As if in tandem with me, she lets out a long, low groan as Kai takes two fingers and begins to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“That’s better,” I murmur, watching the way he plays my wife like a fiddle. “Now make her come.”
Kai looks down at Sophie, and I can see the way he digs his free hand into her hip, almost pulling her onto his cock.
“Yes, Kai, just like that?—”
I open my mouth to tell Kai to up the pressure on her clit, but he does it without me asking. Letting himself hover over her, one elbow by her head, he bends down and kisses her passionately. As he tilts his head, his eyes pierce into mine as if to prove his point. When he pulls away, I can see the way his muscles are bunching and contracting along his arms, and I know he’s holding himself back now.
“You’re so good at this,” I say, and he looks up at me with wide eyes. “Just like that. Keep going. She looks incredible with you.”
Sophie moans. “Oh God, Julian, I’m close?—”
“I love watching this,” I tell Kai, and his brow furrows as if he doesn’t understand. As if he can’t contemplate that I’m being nice to him, and it seems to spur him on.
I doubt he’s used to being praised in bed, he’s usually the one doing it.
This is going to be so much fucking fun.
“I’m coming. Oh fuck,” Sophie hisses, back arching. Tipping her head into my chest, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning. Watching my wife come undone is my favorite sight in the whole world.
But Kai being the reason she’s coming undone? It’s a close second.
“Come for me,” I tell Kai, knowing this is the first small step to getting him to submit to me in bed. I may not be the one fucking him, but when’s the last time someone told him to come?
A low, raw sound escapes his lips as his body begins to jerk. Pulling out quickly, he pulls the condom off and drops it to the floor just as he comes over Sophie’s stomach. Large, thick spurts hit her skin, and I watch as his cock pulses over and over. Closing his eyes, he holds on to Sophie’s hips as he rides out his orgasm. I watch, enraptured, as he goes still. His hands are still twitching on the fleshy part of her hips, and when he slowly opens his eyes, his pupils are a dark smoky color.
“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling away from Sophie and looking down at the mess he made of my wife.
Sophie slumps back against me, and I can tell from the way she’s shivering that she’s completely spent. Brushing the sweaty hair off her forehead, I scoot back so that she can lie down on the table fully.
“Come here,” I tell Kai, nudging my jaw to the other side of the table behind me.
Slowly, he walks around as I get my cock out. His eyes trail down before coming back up to my face, and I give him a wicked smirk.
“Have you ever wanked a man off?”
Kai runs a hand down his mouth and shakes his head.
“Do you want to?” I ask, positioning myself on my knees over Sophie as I stroke myself a couple of times.
Kai’s hand hovers near my cock, uncertain but eager. His breath ghosts over my shoulder, and I feel the slight tremor in his fingers as they curl around me. It’s the kind of touch that betrays inexperience—not clumsy, but careful, like he’s afraid to take too much.
“Relax,” I whisper, covering his hand with mine, guiding him. “I want this. I want you.”
His forehead rests against the back of my neck for a moment, and I hear him swallow. Maybe he’s thinking about what this means—what we mean. I don’t rush him. I let him find his pace, because there’s something deeply satisfying about watching him lower his guard, inch by inch. A shaky breath escapes my lips when I move his hand on top of mine a few times, showing him how I like it. And when I remove my hand, I feel him step closer so that his chest is against my back. The tight, raspy breaths escaping his lips have me shuddering in his hand. It’s… warm. And big. Sophie has small hands, so Kai’s hand around my length feels incredible.
It feels like my own hand, but ten times better because it’s Kai.
His grip on my cock tightens just enough to make my breath hitch. His thumb drags over the tip, slower this time, like he’s deliberately teasing me—a whisper of his usual dominance breaking through.
A large part of me likes the idea of Kai kneeling at my feet. But there’s another part, a dangerous one, that wonders how it might feel to let him take the lead.
That’s the part I don’t like to think about too hard.
“That’s it,” I mutter.
Sophie isn’t just smirking anymore. Her lips part, her breath coming quicker. The telltale flush creeping up her neck and her chest rises and falls, like she’s forgotten how to take a deep breath. When her gaze shifts between us, lingering on Kai behind me, something twists in my chest.
It’s not just hunger in her eyes.
It’s awe.
Her aroused state sends a jolt through me, spurring me on. It makes me want to push further, to make her fall apart just from watching us.
I look down at her. “Get ready, baby. I’m already close. You want your men to make a mess of you?”
Kai goes still behind me for a fraction of a second. It’s subtle enough that I hardly notice, but I do notice.
“Yes,” she says, her voice husky. A shiver ripples through her and her thighs squeeze together. “Give me everything, Julian.”
Groaning, I begin to rut my hips into Kai’s hand. Without thinking, I let my head fall back against his chest, rocking my hips into his hand. His pressure is perfect, and every few strokes he swipes the precum from the tip with his thumb, sending shock waves through me. His breathing turns ragged behind me, and when I lean forward to swipe some of his cum off Sophie’s stomach, he lets out a low groan when I add it to my shaft as lube.
“Fuck,” he mutters, working his hand faster.
I want him to lose control. I want to turn him on. Every emotion from seventeen years prior flits through me, even something potent enough to physically rock through me.
I want him to want me back.
“For someone who’s never done this, you’re very good at it,” I tease, my voice shaky.
“Yes, well, maybe I just know what you like,” he growls.
My eyes flutter closed as everything inside of me pulls taut. “F-fuck, I’m going to…”
My orgasm cuts me off, slamming through me so hard that I let out a string of expletives. My cum flies over Sophie’s chest to her stomach, mixing with Kai’s, and my body convulses unconsciously as I cover her in my seed. Kai doesn’t stop—he only slows—milking every last drop out of me by squeezing my shaft. I tremble and shake like it’s my first time, and when I’m finished, I feel him step back.
“Are you going to make him lick it off?” Sophie asks, swirling both of us together on her stomach.
I huff a laugh as I climb off the table. “Not this time.”
“Too bad. That was hot.”
Grabbing a nearby serviette, I wipe Sophie off and discard it on top of the used condom. Pulling my trousers back up, I chance a look up at Kai.
He’s watching us with his hands in his pockets, probably unsure of where to go from here. We’ve all gotten off, so I’m sure he’s waiting for us to dismiss him.
“You okay?” he asks Sophie, walking around to where she’s standing.
“Much better now,” she says, wrapping her arms around Kai’s neck and standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.
His hands are resting on her bare hips, and I suddenly have the urge to join them. Taking a step closer, I come around to Sophie’s other side, putting my hands on top of Kai’s. There’s a wrinkle between his brows, and I lean forward and press a chaste kiss to his lips over Sophie’s head. Pulling away, I kiss the top of Sophie’s head.
We all walk back into the kitchen, and I hand Kai a glass of water. My fingers brush against his wrist. It’s a subtle touch, but I catch the way Kai goes still, like he’s not used to being looked after.
Like he’s not used to anyone checking in on him after a scene.
“You good?” I ask, softer now, my earlier dominance melting into something gentler. Kai nods, but I catch the ghost of something vulnerable in his eyes.
Sophie presses her palm against his chest, grounding him, and he smiles down at her.
“Well, I’m famished,” I tell them both, stepping away. Before Kai has a chance to second-guess anything, I shrug and cross my arms. “Do you want to stay the night?”