15. Casey
Casey
T he kitchen was warm enough that I didn't mind my nudity as I busied myself preparing dinner. Only an apron protected my good bits from burns, and the strings tickled my back and neck, the lower ones sliding between my ass cheeks. The soft fabric brushed against my bare skin with every move. I chuckled at the absurdity of it—Yara's mischievous idea was perfect for some fun time with Kai. I loved that she got excited by the thought of us playing together, not jealous. And I was confident when the two of them spent time alone together that there was enough passion between the three of us to go around.
I was chopping carrots when I heard the front door open. Quickly, I turned to face him, grinning. My cock swelled as I wondered what he might do once he discovered what I was wearing.
"Is Yara home?" he asked, his eyes skimming over my bare shoulders, but he was still oblivious to my nudity below the waist as he leaned in to drop a light kiss on my lips, which only made my cock harder. I wondered how long it would be before it was tenting the fabric.
"She had to run some pieces into the gallery," I smirked, knowing full well what was about to happen. Slowly, I turned back to the cutting board, giving him an unobstructed view of my bare ass.
"Ah, gotcha," he said absentmindedly. I knew the moment he saw my bare ass — the tension in the room shifted, like a current of electricity humming between us.
"Did you need something specific?" I asked innocently, glancing over my shoulder.
"Uh...no, just..." Kai's voice trailed off as his gaze finally caught up with reality. He was gaping, eyes wide, and fixed on my exposed backside. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, the realization dawning slowly and deliciously.
"Something wrong?" I teased, arching an eyebrow.
"Fuck, Casey," he breathed out, his face showing his undeniable attraction. "You're naked under that apron?"
"Observant of you." I laughed, enjoying the way his eyes roamed over me, drinking in every detail. It felt empowering, and strangely thrilling, to see him so flustered. "Yara was in a dominant mood today," I said, my voice steady as I watched Kai's eyes widen. "She left us with some... explicit instructions."
Kai's face flushed a deep crimson, his gaze darting between my eyes and the unapologetically bare skin beneath my apron. "What do you mean she's dominant today?"
Just then, Bruce pranced by, carrying a silicon cock ring, and Kai swallowed, distracted by the cat.
"Ah. So that's how he outed you as a kinky bastard to Yara," he said.
I laughed. "I forgot I told you I'd share the rest of that story. On my first date with Yara, I cooked for her, and we were sitting on my couch drinking coffee and chatting. Everything was going nicely, if a bit stilted, and I feared she was losing interest. Then Bruce dragged my flogger out into the center of the carpet and started swatting at the strands, pouncing on them."
Kai swallowed. "Oh fuck."
"She asked me if the flogger was for me or her, and that's when we discovered we're both switches. We like to play with power exchange, sometimes she's dominant, and sometimes it's me. You could try it too, if you like."
Kai swallowed. "I think I'm mostly submissive. But I don't know, I haven't tried anything."
"Well then, sweet boy, Yara left a note for you." I gestured to the folded paper on the table.
With shaky hands, Kai reached out and picked up the note. His fingers trembled slightly as he unfolded it. He cleared his throat and began to read aloud, his voice wavering at first but growing steadier with each word.
"It says to read this aloud if I want your cock rock hard and dripping with pre-cum." His eyes flickered up to meet mine before continuing. "I'll be back in about an hour. Your task is to edge Casey until he's a needy little bitch, but under no circumstances are you to penetrate him, no matter how much he begs. I want to watch your orgasms, and I expect you both to be desperate and ready to explode by the time I get home."
Yara was right. The raw command in Yara's message made my half-hard cock stiffen, throbbing between my legs.
"Well," Kai said, folding the note back up and setting it down carefully, as if it were something fragile. "That's pretty clear."
"Crystal," I agreed, arching an eyebrow. "What do you say, Kai? Think you can handle making me your bitch?"
His blush deepened, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes now. "I guess we'll find out." He stepped closer to me, reaching tentatively for the tie of my apron.
I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine, and the electric tension between us crackled in the air. "Just remember." I leaned in so our faces were inches apart. "No penetration. Those are Yara's orders."
"Right," Kai breathed, his eyes locked onto mine. "No penetration. Yet. But you want my cock, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," I said, a sly grin curving my lips. "I'm already aching for you inside me. We have a whole hour to see just how far you can push me."
"I've never... topped a man before," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been an exclusive bottom."
I blinked, processing his words. A rush of nerves pooled in my stomach, making me queasy. "Do you want to? I mean, we don't have to."
He moved in closer, meeting my eyes as he brushed his lips across mine. "Would it feel good for you?"
"I think so. I mean, toys feel so good, so I the cock of the man I…" I flushed, swallowing down those words because I knew he wasn't ready for them yet. "Wouldn't cock be even better than a toy?"
Kai laughed. "To me it's so much better. Having you alive and pulsing inside me, thrusting as fast and as hard as you can? That is on an entirely different level than a toy."
I suddenly felt a little worried about his lack of interest in topping. "It's okay if you don't want to top me, though. I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"I'm not uncomfortable," Kai said, frowning. "I just… I don't know. The guys I've been with liked me as a bottom, and I fucking love it, so I never questioned it."
"Is it different with me?" The thought of being special to him made me blush.
"I want to do every goddamn thing with you. And if seeing her husband fucked makes Yara happy, who am I to argue?"
"Go on," I encouraged, turning away from him. With deliberate slowness, I wiggled my ass, spreading my cheeks just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the sparkling glass plug nestled snugly between them.
"Fuck," Kai said. "I'm supposed to play with that sexy ass for a whole goddamn hour, but not fuck it?"
I laughed. "Too much of a challenge?"
"Turn off the oven," he commanded, his voice suddenly firm. "Then follow me."
"Yes, sir." I hid my grin as I quickly checked the timer and turned the oven to warm. The scent of baked chicken lingered in the kitchen, but dinner was finished and I'd intentionally made a dish that could sit in the oven for hours without overcooking or drying out. Right now, that was the last thing on my mind, though. I wanted nothing more than to see where Kai would take this.
We walked up the stairs, the anticipation building with each step. As soon as we reached the bedroom, Kai wasted no time. He tore off the apron and tossed it aside, then pushed me down onto the bed.
"Lie back," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. I did as I was told, my heart racing.
Kai leaned over me, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air between us crackling with unspoken possibilities.
"Show me," he finally said, his voice raw. "Show me where you want me."
"With pleasure." I spread my legs wider, lifting my balls and giving him a better view of the glass plug. My cock pulsed against my stomach, rock hard and aching for his touch.
"Fuck," he muttered again, almost reverently.
"Yeah," I agreed, my own voice husky with need. "Now, let's see if you can make me beg."
Kai didn't waste any time. He leaned over me, his lips crashing into mine with a wild intensity. His tongue probed my mouth eagerly, tasting, teasing. His hands roamed my body, fingers brushing over my chest, pinching my nipples before trailing lower.
"Fuck, Casey," he murmured, his breath hot and heavy. "You look so damn sexy like this."
"Then do something about it," I challenged. I felt him shift his attention to the plug lodged deep inside me.
He pulled back just enough to get a better angle, his fingers wrapping around the base of the glass toy. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he started to twist and tug on it, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. Each movement made me gasp, my hips lifting off the bed in search of more.
"God, you're so sensitive," Kai noted, his tone awestruck. He released the plug and moved to grip my cock, stroking it with a firm, practiced hand.
"Please," I managed to say, my voice breaking as he alternated between fondling my balls and stroking my length. Each touch was a spark that set my nerves ablaze, making it harder to think, to breathe.
"Please what?" Kai asked, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked at me. "Tell me what you want, Casey."
"Your cock," I admitted, surprising even myself with the desperation in my voice. "I need your cock."
A wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."
Before I could process what was happening, Kai climbed onto the bed, positioning himself so that his knees were on either side of my head. His hard length dangled just above my lips, teasing me. I chased the head of his cock, and he laughed.
"Eager, aren't you?"
"I wanted it in my hole," I pouted.
"Soon enough," he said. "Why don't you make sure I'm nice and hard when Yara gets home?"
I did as he asked, sucking him greedily, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he fucked my face with quick, hard strokes. My cock throbbed painfully, every bit of me craving the real penetration I knew wouldn't come just yet.
"That's it." Kai's fingers threaded through my hair as he held me in place, his pace relentless. "Such a good boy, taking me so well."
His words fueled the fire within me, and I moaned around his length, the vibrations making him shudder. But as much as I loved this, I needed more. I needed him inside me.
"Enough," Kai suddenly said, pulling out of my throat and leaving me gasping for air. "I don't want you to come just yet."
"Please," I begged again, my voice raw with need. "I need more, Kai."
"Patience, Casey," he said, his tone both teasing and commanding. "We'll get there and Yara wants to watch. For now, let's enjoy the build-up."
He pressed his body against mine, kissing me wildly, and I moaned, my hips thrusting against his, trying to find the release he was denying me.
The door creaked open, and Yara's voice made both of us look up. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
I turned my head, catching a glimpse of her standing in the doorway, a bemused smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of curiosity and mischief. It was like she had stumbled upon the most delightful surprise.
"Yara." My voice dripped with need. "Please, let Kai fuck me. I can't take it anymore."
Her eyebrows shot up, and she sauntered over to the bed, her fingers grazing the edges of her loose, bohemian blouse. "Oh, baby, you're so desperate. Did Kai get you all worked up?"
"Yes," I panted, my erection straining painfully. "I need him inside me, please."
"Well then." Her fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin beneath. "I suppose we should grant your wish."
Yara's hands were gentle but firm as she spread me out on the bed, positioning my legs wide apart. The cool air hit my exposed hole, making me shiver with anticipation. She reached around and carefully removed the toy from me, and I moaned at the sensation of being emptied.
"God, Yara."
"Shh, I've got you." She pressed a soft kiss to my temple before trailing down to my lips. Her hand wrapped around my aching shaft, stroking it with enough pressure to make me see stars.
"Look at you. So needy, so ready."
"Please," I begged again, unable to form any other coherent thoughts.
"Alright, love," she said with a tender smile, turning her attention to Kai."He's been waiting for this."
Kai nodded, his gaze locked with mine. As he pressed forward, the head of his cock breaching my entrance, I felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure and relief. I met his eyes, whimpering softly.
"Good?" He slowly thrust deeper. Yara's hand never left my cock, her strokes matching Kai's slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Fuck, yes." I thrashed, as I tried to force his shaft inside me, my body arching off the bed. "More, please, more. I need you deep."
"You're doing so well, Casey," Yara praised, her lips brushing against my ear. "Such a good boy for us."
My mind was a haze of ecstasy, every nerve ending alight with sensation. As Kai sank deeper into me, Yara's words echoed in my ears, grounding me.
"That's it, love," she said. "Focus on what Kai is doing."
"Please," I begged, my voice already hoarse from the intensity of the sensations coursing through me. "Fuck me hard."
"Such a needy little slut," Yara purred, her voice dripping with amusement and arousal. "You're so sexy like this, Casey."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, making my body respond eagerly, pre-cum pooling in her hand. Kai's broad hands gripped my hips as he slid deeper inside me, the delicious stretch making me gasp.
"Fuck, it's so good." My head lolled back against the pillow as he thrust forward. Soon, his hips were flush against mine and every inch of Kai's cock was inside me, deep and pulsing and filling me up so perfectly. The connection to him was intense, the pressure building inside me until it was almost unbearable.
After letting me adjust, Kai slid back, then shoved in deep again, watching my reaction. As I opened up for him, his rhythm grew steadier, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I turned my head, seeking Yara's kiss, needing the connection with her as well. Her tongue tangled with mine as I slipped a hand between her legs, enjoying how wet she was.
"Thank you," I said against her mouth, my fingers finding her slick heat and stroking her gently. "Thank you for this. I didn't know I needed him like this."
Her breath hitched as I rubbed circles over her clit. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know what you need. What he needs."
The room filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure—my moans, Yara's soft sighs, and the rhythmic slap of Kai's hips against mine. Pleasure built and twisted within me, coiling tighter with every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
"Fuck, Casey." Kai's voice was strained. "You're so tight. Now that I know what it's like, I'm going to need to fuck you again and again."
"Don't stop," I pleaded, the words tumbling out of me without thought. "Please, don't stop."
"Look at you," Yara said, her tone both teasing and adoring. "My husband, such a desperate little slut for our lover's cock."
"Yes," I admitted, my body trembling under their combined attention. "I'm yours. Both of yours."
"Good boy," she praised, her hand still working my cock in time with Kai's movements. "Now let go, Casey. Let us take you there."
As Kai's thrusts grew faster, more urgent, Yara used both of her hands, her fingers dancing over both my cock and her own clit. I felt myself unraveling. The world narrowed to the three of us, to the intense connection we shared, and I knew there was nowhere else I'd rather be.
She turned my chin, forcing me to face him. "Look at the man who's fucking you."
Kai's eyes were half-lidded with desire, his dark hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. The sight of him, lost in the throes of passion as he thrust into me, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body.
"Look at how much he needs you," she said.
The words hit me like a physical force, winding their way through the tight coil of need within me. My heart swelled with an overwhelming surge of love and gratitude for both Yara and Kai. This moment, this connection—it was everything I never knew I needed.
"You're ours. Your body belongs to us." Yara's thumb rubbed circles over the head of my cock, making me whimper with need. "So close to coming for us."
Kai's pace quickened, each powerful movement sending jolts of ecstasy through me.
"Yes," I choked out, the word almost lost in the cacophony of our shared pleasure. "Please, let me—"
"Not yet," she interrupted, her tone firm yet loving. "Hold on just a little longer, baby. Let us take you there."
I tried to hold back, tried to stay anchored in the storm of sensation, but it was almost too much. Yara's hand, Kai's cock—they threatened to push me over the precipice, to shatter me completely. But there was nowhere else I'd rather be than here, caught between them, surrounded by their touches.
"Please." My voice faltered. "I can't... I can't hold on..."