Chapter Ten
Caleb
Watching Katia and Dominic together wasn’t enough. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen and, now more than ever, I was thankful that this siren had brought me to my knees.
Letting go of my husband’s hand was like untying an impossible knot.
We were so intertwined that we never wanted to let each other go.
But as I stood behind the gorgeous woman that sat on top of Dom, it was like we’d made a brand new connection.
One that seemed stronger and required more understanding.
I pushed Katia’s long blonde hair over her shoulder, kissing the base of her neck before moving down her spine. She sighed against Dom as I continued to kiss down her back. By the time I’d reached the swell of her ass, she’d become a squirming, whining mess in Dominic’s lap.
My husband wasn’t completely unaffected.
I could see his cock pressing into the cleft of her pussy, engorged once more as the woman continued to grind against it.
It wouldn’t take much, as she was sitting at the perfect angle for her to sink down over his length.
Though now I wanted to see it. Wanted to watch as my husband fucked Katia again.
When I reached beneath them and readjusted Dom’s cock so that it perfectly aligned with Katia’s entrance, they both groaned, knowing what I wanted. Katia wasted no time in sinking down, and I watched as my husband’s dick vanished into her warm, wet cunt.
Katia rocked on Dominic’s lap, and my eyes remained glued to the sight of my husband’s cock sliding in and out of her. But sitting there and watching wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I needed more.
I wasn’t as well-versed in women as my husband, but Katia seemed like she was an open book.
She hadn’t objected to anything we’d done so far.
Since I was already at her ass, I leaned forward and ran my tongue across her tight, puckered hole.
A gasp filled the room, but when I wasn’t asked to stop, I kept going, pushing my tongue against the ring over and over again and taking note of the difference in flavor.
While Dom was salty and musky, Katia had a sweeter edge to her. I was instantly hooked and shoved my face further into her ass to seek out more of the taste.
Dom cursed because as I dove in more, my chin bumped against the base of his cock as it pushed inside of Katia.
I was famished for her flavor, and with the sounds she was making, she was loving it.
Maybe it was a combination of the sensations of the cock in her pussy and my tongue up her ass, but she was crying out her pleasure as Dom and I continued our relentless attack on her.
“Caleb. Fuck, sweet boy. Slow down.”
I pulled back for only a moment. If Katia needed anything, I’d give it to her.
“What is it?” I asked, wiping the excess drool from my face.
She chuckled softly as she continued to rock in Dom’s lap. The way the woman couldn’t stop moving and seeking her own pleasure was entrancing.
“Liubymiy, I need you inside. Need to feel you just as much as I feel your sweet husband.”
My cock jolted at the idea. She surely didn’t mean we both needed to be inside her pussy. I knew it was possible, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around how to make it work.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmmhm,” she hummed.
I stood once more and looked over her shoulder at Dom. His eyes were completely glazed over with lust and need. No words needed to be exchanged between us— he knew the question I needed to ask without me having to say a thing.
“Sweet, precious girl. How do you want him? Do you want him with me in this sweet little pussy? Or do you want him in that tight little ass of yours?” Dom’s question was growled low next to her ear.
Katia whined again, rocking her hips even faster. It didn’t dissuade Dom at all from making her tell us what she wanted.
“Come on, Katia. Be a good little fuck doll and tell us what you want. We can’t read your mind. If you want something, you have to tell us.”
I wasn’t a stranger to my husband’s dirty talk. He used it with me often. Listening to him use it on someone else lit a fire in me that had me turning into a pile of ash on the floor.
“Ass,” she finally sighed. I had a feeling that would be her answer after I’d spent several minutes eating her out.
I knew how to handle anal sex. Hell, I knew how to handle all the sex now, apparently. Call me a sexual pro.
Katia went rigid the second I stood from the floor, but I did my best to set her at ease by opening the bedside drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube.
Katia’s eyes glazed over again, her arms tightening around Dominic’s neck as her grinding increased even more.
At the rate she was going, it was a miracle she hadn’t gotten off again.
Then again, maybe she had. Katia had been loud the last few times, but that didn’t mean she was that way every time.
I settled in behind her once more, popping open the cap of the lube. The cold liquid slid over my fingers as I watched Katia continue to squirm on my husband. I’d been inside her once already, and I was more than ready to feel her again.
Her entrance was warm and puckered as I settled my finger against it before pressing in. It went in easily, sinking in deep, causing Katia to gasp and freeze for a moment. I wasn’t used to being delicate with someone. Though she hadn’t needed me to before now.
“Sweet girl, is everything alright?” I mumbled in her ear as she sagged against me.
“Mmmhm, more than okay. It’s just been a while since I’ve let someone play with me there,” she answered.
I nodded before slowly working my finger in and out of her passage. Each time I moved, she relaxed a little more, continuing her rocking on Dominic’s cock. If anything, it was a good distraction from any discomfort I may have been causing her.
And that was another stray thought. I wanted Katia to be comfortable. To not experience anything but bliss from this encounter because I wanted her to come back for more. I wanted her to stay with us, and my husband was on the same page. It was just a matter of convincing her.
I pressed a second finger inside, furthering the stretch.
Her breath caught, but it turned into a breathy little sigh as I continued to work her open.
This woman would be the death of me. She’d somehow become something so uniquely special to me in a matter of hours.
Dom had been the only other person to achieve that.
By the time I had a third finger inside her clenching ass, Katia was writhing in Dom’s lap once more. She had to be ready for me. It only confirmed my suspicions when I pulled my fingers from inside her and she whimpered at the loss.
“Take it easy, my pretty little thing,” Dom cooed as I poured lube over my cock. The coolness of the slick did nothing to calm my libido. I was still on the verge of shooting off, no matter how much I tried to stave off my orgasm.
The second I lined up with her hole and pushed inside, she screamed, and then all bets were off.
The push and shove of my body into hers sent Katia scrambling to keep ahold of Dominic.
Her nails clutched at his shoulders, leaving angry red marks as she clawed at him to keep up.
I was a man possessed as I pounded into her willing and warm body.
“Fuck, baby doll. You’re squeezing me so tight.
And, Dom? I can feel you. Fuck, I feel you, too.
” Who the hell was this person? This wasn’t me.
I wasn’t the person who talked like this during sex, but there was something about this entire encounter that was making me do things I normally wouldn’t, and I didn’t hate any of it.
“That’s it, fuck her. Give her all you’ve got. God, Caleb, I feel you, too.” Dom’s voice was hoarse as he struggled to thrust through the power of my movements.
Katia’s moans grew in pitch. Nothing made sense, and I couldn’t tell if what she was saying was in Russian or English anymore. It didn’t matter because it all felt too damn hot. Too damn good to stop, and as sweat trickled down my back, I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer.
Dom stilled below Katia first, letting out a strangled cry as he emptied inside her once more. Through the tightness of her inner walls, I could feel the pulse of his cock as he unleashed.
It was all too much. Every molecule in my body came alive as pleasure raced down my spine.
My balls drew up as my cock spilled hot, sticky cum into Katia’s gorgeous ass.
Everything was a sticky, sweaty mess, and I couldn’t bring myself to move.
We made the perfect disheveled sandwich with our temptress between us.
When I finally pulled out and rolled onto the bed, it was hard not to watch as my cum trickled from Katia’s ass. The poor woman couldn’t move, and I was in no rush to pull her off of my husband. It was like we were always meant to be like this.