CHAPTER NINE #2
“A bit.” Liam’s eyes were on Kate. He couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. “I’ve been looking, um, at your photos all week. And here you are.”
Kate blinked. She’d always thought of herself as somewhere on the pretty side of the spectrum—not ugly, certainly, but nothing that stopped traffic.
Forty-two. Two children. A body that was fine, maintained, serviceable.
To entrance a young man who could have been fifteen years her junior, who could presumably have had women his own age with far less complication?
That was unexpected. She didn’t know what to do with it.
“Well,” she said, “here I am.”
Daniel stood from the chair. Crossed to Kate. Stood behind her.
His hands found the straps of her dress. He slid them off her shoulders, slowly, and pulled the fabric down until her breasts were exposed. No bra tonight—he’d laid that out, too, or rather hadn’t.
Daniel cupped her breasts from behind. Squeezed them. Lifted them slightly, presenting them.
“I’ve always been fond of these,” he said.
Liam was staring. Not even pretending not to.
His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling visibly.
Kate watched him watch her and felt something shift—a warmth that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with being wanted.
Wanted like that. Openly, helplessly, by a man young enough that the wanting seemed to short-circuit his ability to function.
Jay’s gaze was different. Appreciative, unhurried. He looked at Kate’s body the way he looked at everything—with a calm confidence that suggested he’d already decided what he was going to do with it.
Daniel’s thumbs circled her nipples. They hardened under his touch.
“Go on then,” Daniel said quietly. He stepped back. Returned to the chair.
Jay moved first. Of course he did.
He crossed the space between them in two steps. His hand found her face—his palm against her cheek, tilting her chin up. He was taller than she’d realised. She had to look up at him.
He kissed her. Slow, deliberate. His mouth warm, his lips softer than she expected. Not tentative—just unhurried. A man who kissed like he had all night.
His other hand found her breast. Cupped it, his thumb dragging across the nipple. Kate made a sound into his mouth—a small, involuntary thing.
Jay pulled back. Looked at her. Smiled.
“You’re even better than the pictures,” he said.
His hands moved to her waist. Down over the bunched fabric of her dress, over her hips. He pushed the dress the rest of the way down and it fell to the floor. Kate stepped out of it. She was in nothing but her knickers now.
Jay’s mouth found her neck. Her collarbone. Lower. He took her nipple between his lips and Kate’s head tipped back, her hand going to the back of his head.
Over Jay’s shoulder, she could see Liam. He hadn’t moved. His hands were still at his sides. He was watching them with an expression that was almost pained—wanting, desperate, completely unsure of what to do about it.
Kate reached out a hand toward him. “Just do the first thing that comes to your mind.”
He stepped forward. His mouth found her right breast. Kate smiled—she could have predicted that.
His lips were tentative at first, then hungrier, his tongue circling her nipple, his breath hot against her skin.
His hand came up to hold her other breast, almost cradling it.
Reverent. Like he couldn’t believe he was allowed.
Jay moved behind her. His hands traced down her sides, over her hips. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down, slow and deliberate.
She was naked between them. One worshipping her from the front, one undressing her from behind. Her husband watching from the armchair.
Jay sank lower behind her. His hands cupped her arse, squeezing, spreading.
Then his mouth was on her—kissing the curve of her, his tongue tracing the outline of her, following the shape of her like he was memorising it.
Kate’s breath hitched. Liam still at her breast, Jay’s mouth on her arse, her body being attended to from both directions at once.
Liam’s nervousness was easing. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, his body finding its own rhythm, instinct overriding thought.
Kate looked over at Daniel. He was watching from the armchair, his eyes bright, a glass of something in his hand that she didn’t remember him pouring. He looked like a man enjoying an evening out. Comfortable. Pleased with his arrangements.
He raised the glass slightly when he caught her eye. A tiny gesture. Almost a toast.
Liam’s hand had found its way between her legs.
His fingers moved through the wetness there—tentative at first, then surer, circling, pressing.
Kate’s hips shifted toward him without her deciding to.
Behind her, Jay had risen to his full height, his mouth on the back of her neck, his hands gripping her hips.
Two mouths. Two sets of hands. Two completely different energies—Liam’s careful exploration and Jay’s easy certainty—converging on her body at once. Kate closed her eyes. Let her head fall back against Jay’s chest.
Liam’s fingers pushed inside her. Kate gasped. His eyes flicked up to her face—checking, making sure. She nodded. He pushed deeper.
“There you go,” Jay murmured behind her.
Kate opened her eyes. Looked at Liam. His face was flushed, his breathing fast, his fingers still inside her. But there was still something held back in him—some part of his mind that couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
She knew how to fix that.
Kate sank to her knees. Liam’s hand slipped free of her. She reached for his belt, looked up at him.
“Let me,” she said.
His hands dropped to his sides. Kate undid his belt, his trousers, pulled them down with his boxers in one movement. He was hard—achingly so, his cock straining upward the moment it was free.
Kate took him in her mouth.
Liam made a sound like the air had been punched out of him. His whole body went still then softened. She felt it happen. The tension in his thighs, the rigid set of his shoulders, all of it unwinding as she worked her mouth over him, slow, warm, and deliberate.
She was settling him. The way you’d calm a horse, or ease a knot loose. Taking his nervousness into her mouth and dissolving it.
When she looked up, his face had changed. The uncertainty was gone. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, his hand finding the back of her head—not pushing, just resting there. Present.
His body knew what to do. Even when his mind couldn’t cope.
A hand in her hair. Firmer than Liam’s had been. She knew the grip.
Daniel. He’d left the chair.
His fingers wound into her hair and gripped. Then he started to move her head forward onto Liam’s cock, back, forward again. Setting the pace. Controlling the depth.
Kate let him. Let her husband feed her mouth onto another man’s cock. Her jaw went slack, her throat opened, and Daniel pushed her down further than she’d been going on her own.
Liam groaned. His hands hung at his sides—Daniel had taken over, and there was nothing left for him to do but stand there and receive what he was being given.
Daniel’s grip tightened. He pushed Kate deeper, held her there for a beat, then pulled her back. Spit trailed from her lips. He pushed her down again.
“That’s it,” Daniel said quietly. Not to Kate. Not to Liam. To himself, maybe. Or to no one at all.
Jay’s hands found her from behind. His palms slid around her ribs, cupping her breasts, squeezing them as they swayed with the rhythm Daniel was setting. His chest pressed against her back—he’d taken his shirt off at some point, his skin warm against hers.
Three men touching her at once. Her husband’s hand in her hair. A stranger’s cock in her mouth. Another stranger’s hands on her breasts. Kate Morrison. Senior lecturer. Mother of two. On her knees in a stranger’s house in Bristol on a Saturday night.
She had never been happier.
The monitoring voice went quiet. The last thread of Kate-the-lecturer, Kate-the-mother, Kate-the-woman-who-always-watches—it slipped away, and there was nothing left but sensation. Her mouth. Her body. The hands on her.
Her head bounced on Liam’s cock. Up and down, up and down.
Daniel’s hand still guiding, but she barely needed it now—her neck was working on its own, her mouth slack and wet, the rhythm mindless and steady.
Her eyes were open but unfocused. Vacant.
The way Adrian had described her. All empty up there.
Just a body doing what it was made to do.
Liam was moaning steadily now. Not the stunned, breathless sounds from before—something deeper, more certain. He’d found his footing. His hips had started to move, small involuntary thrusts meeting Kate’s mouth as it came down.
Jay’s hands tightened on her breasts. His mouth was at her ear.
“She’s gone,” he said to Daniel. Almost admiring.
“Yes,” Daniel said. His hand still in her hair. “She does that.”
Jay released her breasts. Stood.
“I think it’s my turn,” he said.
He walked around to her side. Kate sensed him before she saw him—his presence, the warmth of his body, the size of him close to her face. She turned toward him. His cock was thick, dark, already hard.
Jay’s hands found her head. Precisely, calmly, the way he did everything. He guided himself to her lips and pushed in.
Kate’s jaw went slack. Her eyes closed. She stuck her tongue out, flattening it, making room as Jay pressed deeper, finding his way steadily to the back of her throat. He was bigger than Liam. Thicker. She felt her throat stretch around him.
Jay held himself there. One hand on each side of her head. Not thrusting yet. Just letting her adjust to the size of him.
“Good girl,” he said. Low, easy. Like praising someone for something they were born to do.
Jay started to move. Long, slow strokes. Deeper than Liam had been—deeper than she thought she could take, but her throat kept opening, kept accepting. The wet sounds filling the room.