Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
QUENTIN
Sarah’s chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as Kat pulls away slightly. It’s been years since I’ve seen her so desperate with need.
My wife looks wrecked, and we’ve barely even started.
I can’t see Kat’s expression as she leans in to whisper against Sarah’s ear. Whatever she says affects Sarah, though, because her eyes widen slightly before she nods and bites back a smile.
Then Kat stands, walks over to me, and rests a hand on my shoulder. My cock jumps at the contact. “Your turn. I’m taking this slow with Sarah, but I want to watch you fuck her if that’s okay with you.”
Holy. Fuck.
I didn’t know what I expected to happen tonight, but this wasn’t it. But with the way Sarah is reclining on the bed with her thighs pressed together, I can’t deny how much I love this. It’s stirring something deep within me. Something primal and possessive, but in the best way possible.
I nod at Kat and rise from my seat, making my way over to my wife, who looks desperate to be touched.
“Sit up,” I instruct.
She follows my direction, straightening her posture before looking up at me. I reach out, tangling my fingers in her hair, and tug just enough to test her. A gasp falls from her lips, and her body melts under my touch.
It’s been too damn long since we’ve done this properly. Not just the hurried, desperate sex squeezed between the demands of life, but this. A real scene where Sarah lets go of everything and surrenders to me. Last weekend at the club was just the beginning.
I’ve missed this more than I realized.
“I want you to kneel for me. You can stay on the bed for tonight.”
Sarah shifts so she’s kneeling on the bed before me, and she settles into position. Her hands rest on her thighs, her back straight. So obedient. She clearly hasn’t forgotten how to be a good little sub for me.
Seeing her like this fuels the fire burning within me, and I slide my thumb over her lower lip, watching her mouth part instinctively. “Such a good girl,” I praise.
I grip Sarah’s chin, tilting her face up until her gaze locks with mine. “You remember how this works?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, and fuck, that response shoots straight to my cock.
Submission looks beautiful on her.
The tension between us is heavy as she waits for my next move. I let the silence stretch, loving the way she shifts under my gaze and looks up at me with desperation.
Kat, who’s sitting in the chair I had occupied minutes ago, crosses her legs. “She’s beautiful like this.”
I smirk, running my fingers along Sarah’s throat, tracing the neckline of her dress. “She is.”
Sarah shudders and goosebumps raise on her skin.
I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You want me to show her how I fuck you?” My voice is low, teasing. I know exactly how much she loves this.
She nods.
“Use your words,” I remind her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I slide my hand into Sarah’s dress, my fingertips skimming the lace edge of her bra.
I don’t rush. This is what we’ve been missing—the anticipation, the slow burn, the way she melts under my hands the longer I make her wait.
And with Kat watching, I take my time, determined to make this a night neither of them will forget.
“Do you remember what I used to do to you?” I ask softly. “How I used to tease you until you couldn't take it anymore?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
The way she squirms under my teasing touch as I run my hands over her body tells me she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Dipping my fingers under the hem of her dress, I slide the fabric up her thighs and past her hips to expose her panties. “I used to make you beg for it,” I continue. “You’d beg for me to touch you, beg me to fuck you.”
Sarah whimpers, squeezing her thighs together desperate for more friction. “Please,” she whispers.
I chuckle and lean in closer, dropping my voice to the low tone that always makes her go weak. “Beg for it.”
Behind us, Kat shifts on the chair, the sound of fabric against leather filling the otherwise quiet room. I glance over my shoulder at her to make sure she’s not uncomfortable with this. Her gaze is fixed on us, full of interest and desire. Perfect.
Sarah hesitates for a moment, biting her lip as if trying to hold back the plea building inside her. But eventually, her need to be touched outweighs anything else. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need you. I need you to fuck me. Please, I'm begging you.”
She sounds desperate, and I fucking love it. I pull her dress off over her head and toss it to the side, leaving her in only her bra and underwear.
She stares up at me with wide, pleading eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. I take a moment to drink in the sight of her, making sure I step aside slightly so Kat gets a view. I had worried that this might feel too performative with Kat watching us, but her presence only makes this even hotter.
I unhook Sarah’s bra and toss it beside her dress. Her nipples are already hard, and I take them between my fingers, rolling them and brushing my thumb over them until Sarah’s back is arching to press herself further into my touch.
Behind me, I hear Kat shift again, and the constant reminders of her presence only spur me on. My cock throbs, and I’m dying to bury it inside Sarah.
Sarah whimpers softly as I tweak her nipples before pulling away, a sound of both need and protest. I trail my fingers down her stomach until I reach her soaked panties. Dragging my fingers over the damp fabric, I revel in the sight of her squirming against my touch.
“Lay back,” I tell her, and she eagerly complies before I yank her panties off.
I stand back, taking in the sight of her completely naked body. Her thighs are damp, and her pussy glistening, ready for me. I glance back at Kat, who's leaning forward in her chair, eyes locked onto Sarah. “Is this what you wanted to see?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she breathes. Still holding eye contact, she lowers her hand between her legs and pauses, as if waiting for confirmation that this is okay. I give her a subtle nod, and she slips her hand under her dress and into her underwear.
Fuck, this night is so much better than I expected it to be.
I turn back to Sarah, who's watching us both with unrestrained desire. I unbuckle my belt, taking my time as I slip out of my pants to let the anticipation build. My cock springs free, catching Sarah’s attention.
I spread her legs before kneeling on the bed before her and situating myself over her. She instinctively lifts her hips while I fist my cock and rub it up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness.
“Please,” she begs.
I give her what she wants.
Inch by inch, I fill her. She's so tight and warm, her inner muscles clenching around me as I push deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her head falls back as she lets out a low moan. I hold her there for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of me inside her. Then, I start to move.
Each thrust is slow and deliberate, each withdrawal a tease. She rolls her hips against me, trying to match my rhythm. I lean forward to kiss her while I’m buried deep inside her, and her tongue entwines with mine.
Moments later, I break the kiss and glance over at Kat. Her eyes are glued to us, her hand moving faster between her legs and her gaze hooded. The sight of her pleasuring herself while watching us fuck is intoxicating. I turn back to Sarah, who was also looking over at Kat, and I increase the pace as I fuck her harder and faster.
Sarah's moans fill the room, her body moving in sync with mine. I can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing around me. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in quick circles, driving her towards the edge. I’m getting close as well, but this is a race that I don’t want to win.
“Come for me,” I command in a low growl, knowing how much she loves when I take control. “Show her how beautiful you are when you come for me.”
Sarah's body tenses a few seconds later and her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders. Her orgasm hits her hard, her body convulsing around me as she cries out. Seconds later, soft moans sound from behind me where Kat is coming on her own fingers, and I know I won’t be able to hold out any longer. My own release builds quickly, and my cock throbs inside Sarah as I come, groaning and spilling into her.
Seconds pass, then a minute, and the room is silent aside from our collective breathing. I know we’re all thinking the same thing: What comes next?