The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Kya’s breathing was steady, her body curled up against mine, one arm draped lazily across my chest. I could feel the faint rise and fall of her ribs as she slept, her skin warm against me. On her other side, Dan pressed close, his face tucked into the curve of her neck, his arm resting firmly around her waist as if staking his claim.
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It was a familiar scene, one that had become almost ritualistic on weekends like this. I still wasn’t sure how comfortable I was sharing her with him like this. Yet, even as I watched them, a quiet battle churned within me. Sharing her with him wasn’t something I’d ever imagined for myself, but there was no denying the magnetic pull of this unconventional closeness.
I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb them. My own body was heavy with sleep, but my mind was already awake, buzzing with anticipation. This was one of those rare mornings where I didn’t have anywhere to be, no responsibilities pulling me out of bed. I reached for my phone, scrolling aimlessly while keeping one eye on the pair beside me.
Dan stirred first. His fingers twitched against Kya’s side, and he let out a low, sleepy groan. I pretended to focus on my phone, but every fiber of my being was attuned to their movements. His hand slid lower, grazing the swell of her hip before drifting to her stomach. Kya sighed in her sleep, her body instinctively arching into his touch.
My own body tingled in response, torn between jealousy and desire. Why did she respond to him like that? Why not me? But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew the answer. There was something about the way Dan touched her, something effortless and assured, that I could never quite replicate.
He didn’t open his eyes, not yet. His hand continued its slow exploration, sliding up her side and then back down, tracing lazy circles along her skin. Kya murmured something unintelligible, her lips parting as she exhaled softly. Dan nuzzled into the nape of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. He inhaled deeply, almost as if he were savoring her scent, before pressing a series of feather-light kisses along her shoulder.
Kya’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked disoriented. Then her gaze landed on me, and a sly smile spread across her face. She blinked slowly, her expression shifting from drowsy to mischievous in an instant. Without saying a word, she tilted her head, giving Dan better access to her throat. His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, and she let out a soft, contented hum as she let her eyes drift shut again.
I set my phone down silently, my attention fully captured by the scene unfolding beside me. Dan’s hands grew bolder, caressing her ribs and hips with more intent. He snaked a hand under the T-shirt of mine she wore to bed cupping a breast and gently pinching a nipple between two fingers.
Kya turned onto her back, her movements languid and unhurried. She reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair, guiding him as he kissed her. Their mouths met in a slow, deep kiss, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched them. Dan’s hand slipped beneath the sheet, moving lower until it disappeared between her legs. Kya gasped softly, her hips lifting off the mattress in response. Her thighs parted slightly, and she let out a low moan that sent a rush of heat straight to my core. Dan’s fingers moved deliberately, teasing her until she was writhing beneath him.
Kya’s free hand reached for mine, her fingers lacing through my own. She squeezed gently, her eyes locking with mine as she bit her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, Dan’s fingers curling inside her in just the right way as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. “Dan,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers free, earning a whimper of protest from her. Glancing at me, Kya reached desperately for Dan’s waistband. She tugged his boxers down, freeing his hard length, and guided him between her legs. He entered her slowly, hissing through his teeth as he sank into her heat. Kya’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Their pace started slow, their movements lazy and unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. Dan’s lips trailed kisses along her jawline, down her throat, while his hands roamed freely, squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips. Kya’s eyes drifted to mine again, her expression equal parts tender and wicked. She reached out, slipping her fingers through mine, holding my hand as Dan thrust into her.
The rhythm built gradually, their bodies moving together with increasing urgency. Kya’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her cries spurring Dan on. He grunted with each thrust, his muscles straining as he drove into her harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their gasps and groans.
“Don’t stop,” Kya begged, her voice breaking. “Oh God, don’t stop…”
Dan obeyed, his pace relentless now, his hips pistoning against hers. Kya’s back arched off the bed, her free hand clutching at his hair, her cries echoing in the small room. She came with a shuddering gasp, her body trembling beneath him, her nails raking down his back.
Dan didn’t let up, fucking her through her orgasm until his own release overtook him. With a low groan, he buried his face in her neck, his movements stuttering as he came inside her. They held each other tightly, their breathing ragged, their sweaty bodies still connected.
When he finally pulled away, he didn’t say a word. Just got up and headed for the bathroom without so much as a glance in my direction. Kya turned to me, her cheeks flushed, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. She reached out, her fingers brushing my cheek.
“You like that?” she asked softly, her voice laced with promise.