Fuck me.
I thought I was past this. I thought I’d forgotten all about my ex-best friend with captivating silver eyes and cheekbones that could cut glass.
I thought I’d moved on—gotten him out of my system. I mean, fuck… I’d slept with two men in the weeks after we kissed. It wasn’t exactly a sexual rampage or anything, but it helped. And while I still had fleeting thoughts about men, there’s something about Kai that cuts deeply and effectively.
I close my eyes and let the water run over my face, but all I can see is the heavy, hooded way Kai looked at me while he sucked my life force out of my body.
And the way he just took charge?
It was really fucking hot.
I never thought I’d say that, either. I was all alpha, in control of every situation. With Sophie, I liked to be a bit rough. I liked to throw her around, fuck her from behind, pull her hair. It’s how I differentiate myself from the guys she slept with.
Suddenly, I imagine Sophie touching Kai’s arm again.
I imagine his easy smile as he touches her face, and the way she sucks in a breath whenever I grab her waist.
My cock is heavy and aching as I think of Kai taking control of her, twisting her around and pushing her against the wall, his lips still bloody withmyblood.
I imagine the gritty way he’d groan when he ripped her little shorts off—and before I know it, my hand is slowly stroking my cock.
This is fine.
This is my kink, after all. I enjoy the thought of my wife fucking other men. So what if it’s Kai that I’m envisioning?
My hand moves faster, and I hiss. Grabbing some conditioner, I lube my shaft up and squeeze my balls with my other hand as I begin to pant.
I think of how Kai wouldn’t even get undressed—he’d unzip his pants and step between her legs. Maybe he’d even drop to his knees and eat her cunt from behind.
My mouth drops open as I imagine it—the low, heady moan that would come from his lips as soon as he tasted her for the first time. And because I know what she tastes like, it feels too real. The mixture of imagining hisandher arousal has me working my hand faster.
I think of how he’d unsheathe himself, pumping his massive cock a few times.
And yeah, I knew it was massive from that time we went skinny dipping a few weeks before everything changed.
My toes curl against the tile as I envision his cock pushing into her—and again, because I know what she feels like, I let myself think of how it would feel forbothof them. I imagine the way she’d look back at him and let her eyes roll into the back of her head, and the way he’d fist her hair as he grunted, driving into her and letting his head drop back just before he came inside of her…
Fuuuuck.
I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. Not with Sophie down the hall, not when I’ve built a life with her that I love more than anything. But the image doesn’t let up—the curve of Kai’s mouth, the way his eyes darken when he’s focused. It rushes in like a flood, drowning the voice in my head that tells me to stop.
My orgasm creeps up quickly, and my balls pull up as my shaft curves, and then I’m imagining Kai looking over his shoulder at me as he fucks my wife, as he stills and comes inside of her, and I explode in one long, pleading,torturedgroan. My cum hits the wall of the shower in thick ropes as suddenly Sophie is replaced with me, and he’s pounding into my arsehole, hitting my prostate and milking this orgasm with the pink head of his cock?—
“F-fuck,” I rasp, my whole body twitching as the last of it leaves me.
I’m breathing heavily as my whole body trembles, and I watch as the water washes my cum down the drain. Leaning against the wall, I let the water run down my back as I figure out what the hell just happened.
I mean… I’d definitely wanked to the image of Kai before.
But it had been…seventeenyears.
I hadn’t let myself even think of him in all this time with Sophie.
Somehow, I knew if I let myself think of him, everything would come tumbling down like a house of cards.
This was a slippery slope I’d resisted for that long—something I pushed away again, and again, and again.
I’d shoved all thoughts of Malakai Ravage out of my mind, pushing them so far back until I couldn’t even remember what he looked like.
