Chapter 7
Jackie
Isank down onto Jack’s cock, still warm and aching from the way he’d just fucked me minutes ago—but I wasn’t done. Not even close.
He filled me perfectly, and the moment I started to move, his hands gripped my thighs and he let out a deep, satisfied groan.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he muttered.
But my eyes weren’t on him.
They were on them.
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, watching Hana with 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 except her.
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 feel all of 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.
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 from us. 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 fucking hot, but it was more than that. It felt like we trusted each other so completely, even in the middle of all that chaos.”
“It was chaos, 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.”
His lips curled into a tender smile. “Always yours.”
I leaned down and kissed him, slow and sweet, our mouths moving with none of the hunger from before, but all of the knowing.
We stepped into the bathroom, steam already beginning to fog the mirror as Elliott turned the faucet on.
“Hot enough?” he asked, testing the water with his hand, glancing at me.
I nodded, stepping out of his sweater and into the warmth of the room, my skin still tingling from everything we’d just done. “Perfect.”
We climbed in together, sinking into the deep tub, the water enveloping us. I sat between his legs, my back resting against his chest, his arms hugging me tightly.
“Would you do it again?” I gently asked after a minute.
He kissed the top of my head. “If you’re with me? In a heartbeat.”
I smiled, letting my head tilt back against his shoulder. “I didn’t expect it to feel so…easy.”
“How so?” he asked, his hands smoothing slowly over my arms beneath the water.
“I thought I’d want to keep you to myself,” I murmured, my eyes half-closed. “But watching Hana with you—it was so fucking good. You didn’t stop being mine. I think that’s what made it okay.”
He squeezed me gently. “You didn’t stop being mine either.”
We soaked in the quiet for a while longer. Outside the frosted window, the snow had stopped falling, but everything was still coated in a thick white blanket.
“I can’t believe we’re just casually gonna eat dinner with them now,” I said with a little laugh.
Elliott chuckled, his breath brushing against the curve of my neck. “Yeah, ‘pass the potatoes, also great job fucking my wife’ might be a weird vibe.”
I laughed harder than I meant to, splashing water, and he kissed the side of my face again, smiling into my skin.
Eventually, the water started to cool, and we pulled ourselves out of the tub, still wrapped in each other’s warmth.
We dried off, got dressed, and I caught his hand as we walked out of the bathroom. “Thank you.”
He looked at me, brows raised. “For what?”
I stared into his deep blue eyes, down to the dip of his chin, to the stubble on his jaw, and my heart fluttered. I loved him more than ever.
“For trusting me. For being the kind of partner who makes something like tonight feel safe.”
He leaned in and kissed me one more time. “Always yours,” he repeated. “No matter what.”
And hand in hand, we made our way to the kitchen.
Dinner was waiting.