13. Yara
Yara
M y libido had been kicked into overdrive. It must have been, because even watching Casey deftly chop an onion brought up wild thoughts. I could picture Kai, naked and kneeling on the counter with his back arched as Casey slid roughly into his hole.
"Want to set the table?" Casey said, breaking my reverie. "Kai's coming over soon."
I shook off the sexy thoughts, putting them on hold for now as I went to grab plates. "How was Kai's new office?"
"He accidentally told another professor he liked my cum," Casey said, grinning.
I blinked at my husband. "Please don't get Kai fired. I just got him back!"
"Babe, if awkwardness was enough to get Kai fired, he has no chance. He blurts out the cutest things."
"He might just be awkward because he's nervous around you," I said, laying out forks and knives.
"Me? No one is nervous around me. And don't worry, I smoothed things over with my charm."
I glanced at my husband, who looked sexy as hell standing by the stove, his nicely tailored jeans hugging his hips just right, and that light blue button-down shirt stretching across his broad shoulders. It was his typical work outfit, but tonight, it felt like he'd dressed up just for me. Or maybe for Kai. Either way, my pulse quickened, and I reached between his legs to grope him a little.
"Casey," I started, trying to keep my voice steady, "what do you want to do with Kai?"
Casey smirked at me. "Have dinner?"
I huffed. "No. What's the long-term plan? You always have a plan."
"Yara," he said softly, his blue eyes locking onto mine, "I think we need to go with the flow. To explore what this could be with him, not make a plan." This was new. Normally, Casey was anything but impulsive. He liked things slow, measured, predictable.
"Explore? That's not like you." I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to figure out what was going on, but he avoided eye contact.
He sighed, leaning down to kiss me as I passed. "Relax, babe. It's only just begun, and we don't need to decide yet."
I nodded, wondering what Casey would decide if we did need that. But it was clear Casey wasn't ready to share what he was feeling yet. Maybe his thoughts on the topic of where Kai fit into our lives weren't fully formed yet. So I changed the subject.
"Will you fuck him again? That was so damn sexy."
Casey chuckled, letting me grope him as he went back to work. "If you like. Or we could both play with you. Two dicks buried inside you. Is that okay?"
"Yeah," I said, smirking up at him. "I'm okay with that."
Casey's smile widened, and he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His touch was both reassuring and electrifying, grounding me while setting my whole body alight.
"Good," he murmured against my skin.
Just then, a knock echoed through the cozy kitchen, slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter. My stomach did a nervous flip as I took a deep breath and moved towards the door, my steps hesitant. This was it.
"Hey, Kai," I greeted him, my voice wavering slightly as I opened the door. His dark eyes met mine, full of an unreadable intensity.
He greeted me, his voice smooth and warm like honey. Should I hug him? Kiss him? My mind raced, but my body betrayed me, my hand awkwardly shooting out in an overly formal handshake. Regret washed over me immediately, coloring my cheeks a deep shade of crimson. I wanted to taste her lips.
"Nice to see you."
Kai's lips twitched into a small, amused smile as he accepted my ridiculous handshake, squeezing my hand gently before letting go. "Nice to see you too," he said.
"Come on in," I stammered, stepping aside to let him enter. As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt Casey's presence beside me, his calm confidence radiating reassurance. He moved past me, walking straight up to Kai with that easy swagger that always made my heart skip a beat.
"Hey," Casey greeted, wrapping a hand around the back of Kai's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips met with a hunger that made my mouth go dry and my knees weak. There was something so incredibly sexy about seeing them together like this, their masculine energy colliding in a way that made my head spin.
"Wow," I said to myself, feeling a rush of heat between my legs. Their kiss was enough to set my body ablaze.
Casey moved back, a grin playing on his lips as he turned his attention to me. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a quick but intense kiss before giving me a playful shove towards Kai. "Go on," he teased. "He deserves more than a weird handshake.
I turned to face Kai, his eyes dark with desire. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer, sensing the magnetic pull between us. This time, there was no hesitation as our lips met, the kiss slow and sweet, tinged with the weight of our history. As the kiss grew deeper, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pressing in close, breathing him in.
Kai's lips were a revelation, a slow and sweet exploration that made my head spin. The softness of his mouth against mine was tempered by the realization that this was Kai—my best friend—and that my husband was watching us with those piercing blue eyes, darkened by desire.
Kai and I had kissed at the hot springs — hell, we'd fucked more than once, but this was different. That was wild, lust-fueled, and impulsive. This felt like romance. It was the kind of kiss you'd give a man on a date — a man you were so damn into that your heart ached every time you looked at him. The kind of kiss that made me yearn to call him ours.
"Join me in the kitchen," Casey called out, his voice teasing, laced with promise. "I want to watch you two fooling around while I finish cooking."
And with my husband's wicked statement, the wildness returned in a rush of moisture between my legs. I wanted to put on a show for Casey while he cooked as much as I wanted Kai to keep kissing me. Confidence surged in my chest as I led Kai and Casey back to the kitchen.
I hopped up onto the counter, hauling Kai close. The cool surface sent a shiver through me, contrasting deliciously with the heat building in my core. Kai stepped between my legs, his hands finding my waist, tugging me closer until our bodies were flush. He studied me for a moment.
"You're not mad at me?"
"For what? Fucking my husband?" I asked, baffled.
"For not telling you that I was bisexual."
I sighed, cupping his chin and kissing him gently. "You're still you, still the Kai who was there for me through so much college heartache and trauma. And besides, it sounds like that ex really did a number on your head."
"He did."
Behind us, Casey snorted. "I can't believe he told you bisexuality isn't real! Tell that to my dick, because it wants to fuck both of you."
Kai blushed, and I rolled my eyes. "Ignore my husband. We're okay."
"I am sorry, though," Kai said. "I betrayed your confidence."
"Nah. We were eighteen and still figuring ourselves out. Though it puts that time I tried on those party dresses in front of you into a different perspective."
He groaned softly. "That may have been the moment I realized my asshole ex was wrong about my sexuality."
I burst out laughing, then cupped his jaw and kissed him firmly.
"Perhaps you want to take off your shirt and recreate that party dress scenario?" His voice was adorably husky, and it made me smile. His fingers traced the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly, teasing me. His touch was electric, sparking trails of fire wherever he touched.
"Mm, I would have lost it if I knew that turned you on. And not necessarily in a bad way. But I think you're the one who owes me a show."
Kai yanked off his own shirt, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen. My hands roamed over his skin, delighting in the contrast of strong muscles and soft skin.
Casey's presence was a constant, comforting hum in the background. He moved around the kitchen with ease, stirring pots and adjusting flames, but his eyes never strayed far from us. His gaze was a steady reminder of the unconventional direction our life was taking.
"You're so hot together," Casey said, his voice low and reverent. "I'm going to burn something if you keep distracting me."
Kai's hands were everywhere, sliding up my thighs, shoving my skirt higher and higher until it bunched around my hips. The intimacy of his touch, coupled with the thrill of being watched, had me melting under his hands. I fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin, to be even closer to him.
"Slow down," Kai said. "We've got all night."
He shifted forward, sucking on my neck, and his cock pressed against me, hard and insistent, through his half-buttoned jeans.
"Fuck, Yara," Casey's voice came from the stove, where he stirred the pot with a distracted slowness. "You look so fucking sexy. Get on his dick."
Kai's hands roamed over my thighs, making my skin tingle. Each touch was electric, igniting fires wherever his fingers traced. The intensity between us grew, our kisses deepening, becoming more frantic. My hands found their way to his zipper, pulling it down with a sense of urgency that matched the pounding of my heart.
Kai's jeans slid down his legs, revealing the hard length of him, and I couldn't help but moan at the sight. My hands wrapped around his cock, feeling its heat, its solidness. I wanted him inside me, filling me, claiming me right here in our kitchen.
"Please, Kai."
"Anything for you," he breathed, positioning himself between my legs. "Always. Anything for you."
My heart stopped as I stared up at him, and he paused to gaze down at me, his dark eyes warm. His fingers found their way to my pussy, teasing me, preparing me. And then, finally, he lined up with my entrance and thrust inside, slow and steady, stretching me deliciously.
"Yes." I hooked my ankles around his back to pull him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure, with the knowledge of this man, this lovely, wonderful man. My best friend in the whole world. "Oh fuck, Kai."
"That's it, Yara," Casey said, stepping closer. He kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as Kai began to thrust. "Good girl, taking Kai's cock so well."
The rhythm built, each thrust driving me higher, pushing me closer to the edge. Every movement was fluid, natural, as if we'd been doing this all our lives. And in a way, we had—this connection, this bond, had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to be set free.
"You're amazing," Kai panted, his grip on my hips tightening. "So good."
"Don't stop," I begged, my body arching towards him, needing more, wanting everything. "Please, don't ever stop."
Our bodies moved in a synchronized dance of lust and need, Kai's deep thrusts driving me closer to the edge. Every inch of him inside me sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, making my toes curl and my breaths come in ragged gasps. The kitchen counter was cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the slick heat of his cock inside me.
"Right there," I moaned, my fingers digging into Kai's arms, anchoring myself as he drove deeper. The rhythm was intoxicating, each stroke bringing me nearer to that sweet release. His grip on my hips tightened, his pace quickening as his own need escalated.
"Yara, I'm close." Kai's voice was strained with lust.
The tension coiled tighter in my core. The world around us blurred, nothing existing but the overwhelming connection between our bodies, the friction, the heat, the raw, unfiltered passion.
I whimpered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed, every muscle taut as I cried out, the sheer intensity leaving me breathless.
"Fuck, Yara," Kai groaned, his movements becoming erratic. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his own climax hitting him hard. He pulsed deep within me, the warmth of his cum flooding my core.
As the aftershocks of our shared orgasms rippled through me, I opened my eyes to find Casey watching us, his gaze dark with desire. He was impossibly hard, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Kai and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us.
"Look at you two." Casey turned off the burners and stepped away from the stove. "So beautiful together."
"Casey." I reached for him. He came to us, and without hesitation, Kai and I sank to our knees at his feet. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of sex and the promise of more.
"I want to thank him." Kai's voice was low and seductive as he reached for Casey's belt. I followed suit, our hands working in tandem to free him from his clothing. When his cock sprang free, thick and rock hard, my mouth watered with longing.
"This seems like a good plan," Casey said, his voice trembling slightly as we began to worship him. I pressed my lips to the head of his erection, tasting the salty pre-cum as Kai's lips traced a path along Casey's length.
"Like this?" I asked, looking up at my husband, seeking his approval. His hand tangled in my hair, gentle yet firm.
"Yeah, like that, baby," he groaned, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. "You're perfect."
Kai's tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive underside, while I took him deeper, savoring the weight and heat of him on my tongue. The sensation of sharing this intimate act with Kai, of his breath mingling with mine, stirred something primal within me.
"Such hungry sluts," Casey growled, his voice a dark rumble that made me shiver. His fingers tightened in my hair, dragging me closer to his throbbing cock. I whimpered around him, the vibration making him hiss through gritted teeth.
"We want to make sure you know how much we appreciate you letting us be true best friends," Kai said, his breath hot against Casey's shaft before he took my husband into his mouth with practiced ease. The sight of my best friend worshipping my husband was beyond erotic; it was downright intoxicating.
"Take turns, both of you," Casey commanded, his blue eyes blazing with desire. "I want to use each of your mouths until you can't take it anymore."
Kai and I shared a quick glance, our lips glistening with Casey's pre-cum. We didn't need words; we understood each other perfectly. I moved back and let Kai take over, watching as he swallowed Casey's length with a skillful finesse that made my pussy clench with longing.
"Damn, that's good." Casey's hips jolted forward. "You're both perfect."
"It's my turn again." I took him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of my husband's cock. Casey's hand guided me, setting a rhythm that had me gagging and gasping for air, but I didn't care. I wanted to make my husband come, to show him exactly how much I craved this.
"Look at you both," Casey said, his voice rough. "Sharing my cock like it's your favorite treat."
"Mm. I'm gonna come all over those pretty faces."
"Please." I moved back enough to look up at him.
With a roar, Casey stepped back, jerking his cock furiously. Kai and I tilted our faces upward, waiting with bated breath. The first hot spurt hit my cheek, followed by another on my lips and chin. Kai's face was similarly marked, his expression one of pure ecstasy.
Casey growled, his cum painting our skin in thick, white ropes. He looked down at us, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he reached down and rubbed his cum across Kai's lower lip. "You two are filthy sluts. Just my type. Now kiss."
Without hesitation, Kai and I turned to each other, our lips meeting in a red hot kiss.