When His Charger Was Her Invitation

Chapter 1

Ethan slumped onto the couch, the leather sighing beneath him. He could hear the *shush* of the shower down the hall, where Jade was washing off the day’s grind. Their apartment smelled of the spicy Thai takeout they’d demolished an hour ago, and the low, golden light from the floor lamp painted everything in warm, lazy strokes.

He grabbed his phone, scrolling past work emails, his thumb hovering over a text notification. **Kai (Work)**. He opened it.

*Hey man, left my tablet charger in the conference room after the 4pm. Any chance you saw it? Would save my ass for tomorrow.*

Ethan grinned. Kai, from Jade’s marketing team. The quiet, sharp-eyed guy who’d joined a few months back. Ethan had met him at the last company happy hour, remembered his easy smile and the way his dark eyes had flicked to Jade when she laughed.

**No worries,** Ethan typed back. **I think Jade grabbed a stray charger. Swing by?**

He sent it just as Jade padded into the living room, a cloud of steam and jasmine following her. She was wrapped in a short, black silk robe, her damp brown hair clinging to her neck. The robe’s tie was loose, offering a glimpse of the delicate vine tattoo that curled from her thigh up over her hip. Water droplets traced paths down her calves.

“Who’s that?” she asked, her voice a soft rasp.

“Kai. From your office. Thinks he left his charger.”

Jade’s full lips quirked. She padded over, the robe whispering against her skin, and plopped onto Ethan’s lap. Her weight was familiar and perfect. He could feel the heat of her through the silk, the slim strength of her body. She took the phone from his hand, her fingers brushing his.

“His charger, huh?” she murmured, reading the texts. A playful glint lit her eyes—the same glint she got before suggesting they try a new restaurant or, last month, that bondage kit she’d secretly ordered. “He lives like five blocks away.”

“I know,” Ethan said, his hands finding her waist. His fingers traced the edge of her robe, feeling the smooth skin of her hip. His own adventurous streak, usually buried under spreadsheets and deadlines, began to stir. “Told him to come by.”

Jade turned her head, her brown eyes meeting his. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken, mutual curiosity. The playful dare was there, hanging between them. They’d talked about it in whispers after too much wine—the fantasy of a shared experience, of watching, of being watched, of hands and mouths and no rules except their own.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered, but she was smiling. She shifted on his lap, a deliberate, slow grind that made him inhale sharply. The silk of her robe parted further, revealing the swell of her breast, the dark peak of a nipple. “What if he says yes?”

Ethan’s answer was to lean in and capture her lips. The kiss was deep, tasting of mint and promise. When he pulled back, he kept his forehead against hers. “Then we see what happens.”

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell chimed. Jade had changed into tight, dark jeans and a simple grey V-neck that clung to her slim frame. She’d reapplied a hint of gloss to her full lips. Ethan stood by the kitchen island, wearing a casual grin and a thread of nervous excitement that thrummed just beneath his skin.

He opened the door.

Kai stood on the welcome mat, looking apologetic and a little windswept. He was shorter than Ethan, with a slim build that spoke of runner’s grace rather than gym bulk. His short brown hair was tousled, and his lips, naturally full, were parted in a slight, hesitant smile. He held a six-pack of craft beer in one hand.

“Hey, Ethan. Sorry to bug you guys so late.” His voice was softer than Ethan remembered.

“No problem at all,” Ethan said, stepping back. “Come in. Charger’s on the counter.”

As Kai stepped into the warm light of the entryway, his gaze found Jade. It was a quick flicker, but Ethan saw it—the appreciative glance, the slight pause. Jade leaned against the archway to the living room, one hand on her hip, her posture relaxed and inviting.

“Hi, Kai,” she said, her tone warm, laced with a subtle, playful challenge.

“Hey, Jade. Thanks for rescuing my tech.” Kai held up the beer. “A peace offering.”

The three of them moved into the living room. The conversation started easy—work gossip, a new brewery opening, the absurdity of their CEO’s latest memo. But the atmosphere was changing. The couch seemed smaller. Ethan sat in the middle, Jade curled into one side, Kai taking the other armchair but leaning forward, engaged.

Ethan felt Jade’s foot nudge his ankle under the coffee table. When he looked at her, she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod toward Kai, then let her gaze drift meaningfully down Kai’s body. The message was clear. The invitation was being extended.

His heart hammered against his ribs. He took a long swig of beer for courage, then set the bottle down with a soft *clink*.

“So, Kai,” Ethan began, his voice dropping into a more intimate register. He leaned back, stretching an arm along the couch behind Jade. “Jade mentioned you’re single.”

Kai’s eyes widened just a fraction. He cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Uh, yeah. For a bit now. Why?”

Jade uncurled herself and stood up. She didn’t go far. She simply walked around the coffee table and perched on its edge, directly in front of Kai, her nice legs crossed. The move put her in the center of both men’s attention.

“We were just talking,” Jade said, her gaze holding Kai’s. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs slowly, the denim pulling tight over her thighs. “About how it’s been a while since we… mixed things up.”

The room was utterly silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Kai’s gaze darted from Jade’s intent face to Ethan’s, seeking confirmation, permission.

Ethan gave it. He smiled, a slow, easy spread of his lips. “We have a very open-door policy, Kai.” He let the double meaning hang, rich and heavy, in the air between them.

Kai stared, his confident facade melting into something more raw, more hungry. His lips parted. He looked from the playful, submissive glint in Jade’s eyes to the adventurous promise in Ethan’s. The obstacle of propriety, of being coworkers, of being guests, dissolved under the weight of a shared, unspoken want.

“Is that right?” Kai finally breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

Jade’s smile was a victorious, beautiful thing. She leaned forward, closing the distance. “Why don’t you come find out?”

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Chapter 2

Kai’s breath hitched as Jade’s fingers found the zipper of his jeans. The metal teeth parted with a soft, deliberate rasp that seemed to echo in the quiet room. She sank to her knees on the plush rug, looking up at him with those playful, submissive eyes.

“You just relax,” she said, her voice a low, promising hum. Her hands slid inside the open denim, pushing it down over his hips just enough. The grey cotton of his briefs strained against a prominent bulge.

Ethan watched from the couch, a firestorm of arousal tightening his gut. He saw the eager curve of Jade’s back, the way her hair brushed Kai’s thigh. He moved closer, kneeling behind her, his muscular frame enveloping her slim one. He pressed his lips to her ear, his beard scratching her skin gently.

“Let’s show him how good we are together,” Ethan whispered, the words hot and possessive.

Jade moaned softly in agreement, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Kai’s briefs and pulling them down. His cock sprang free, already hard and flushed. Jade didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her full lips parting, and took him into her mouth with a slow, wet glide.

“Oh, fuck,” Kai gasped, his head falling back against the chair. His hands lifted, hovering uncertainly before one settled gently in Jade’s hair.

Ethan’s own hands were busy. He pushed Jade’s grey V-neck up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her nice tits were freed, topped with tight, dark nipples. He palmed one, rolling the peak between his fingers as he watched his wife work.

“She loves this,” Ethan murmured to Kai, his voice thick with pride and lust. “Feel how good she sucks you.”

Kai could only nod, his hips giving a tiny thrust into Jade’s warm mouth. The wet sounds filled the space between them.

Ethan’s other hand slid down Jade’s stomach, popping the button on her jeans. “My turn,” he growled playfully into her ear. He yanked the denim and her black lace panties down to her knees in one rough pull.

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Chapter 3

Ethan pulled back from Jade’s neck with a soft, wet sound. The taste of her skin lingered on his lips. He looked over her shoulder, catching Kai’s dazed, hungry eyes.

With a playful smirk, Ethan whispered to Kai, his voice a low, conspiratorial rumble, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

He stood, offering a hand to Jade, who took it with a dazzling, wicked smile. He kept his other hand extended toward Kai. After a heartbeat of breathless hesitation, Kai took it, his grip firm and eager. Ethan led them both, a confident guide, down the short hall to the master suite.

The room was dominated by a large bed, the duvet a deep charcoal. Soft, ambient light from a single lamp painted the space in intimate shadows. Jade broke away from the group with a playful wiggle of her hips, going straight to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and produced two items: a sleek black blindfold and a set of deep red silk restraints.

She turned, holding them up like treasures. “So,” she began, her voice laced with a new, commanding sweetness. “We take turns. One of us is the ‘teacher,’ in complete control. The other two are the… eager students. Sound like a lesson plan you can follow?”

Kai’s eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the restraints. “Fuck yes,” he breathed, the crude word hanging in the air with delicious promise.

Ethan felt a jolt of pure excitement. “Who’s up first?” he asked, his eyes on Jade.

“I think our guest should have the honor,” Jade said, walking over to Kai. She ran the smooth silk of the blindfold over his cheek. “Let’s get you comfortable, Professor.”

With deft hands, she guided Kai to sit on the edge of the bed. She tied the blindfold securely around his head, plunging him into darkness. “Don’t peek,” she whispered by his ear before turning to Ethan.

Her expression shifted, the playful glint hardening into focused intent. “On the bed. On your back.” It wasn’t a request.

Ethan obeyed, lying down beside the blindfolded Kai. His heart hammered against his ribs. He watched as Jade took his wrists, one after the other, and looped the soft, strong silk around them, tying each to the sturdy bedposts. The restraint was firm, not cruel, a delicious surrender.

“Good,” Jade purred, crawling onto the bed to straddle Ethan’s hips. She looked over at Kai. “Professor? Your first student is prepped and ready. Why don’t you… get acquainted?”

Slowly, guided by Jade’s hand on his shoulder, Kai turned and reached out. His exploring hands found Ethan’s muscled chest, the dusting of freckles, the coarse hair. His touch was tentative at first, then more sure as he mapped the territory.

“He’s all yours,” Jade murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe up Ethan’s neck. “Tell him what you want to do, Kai. He can’t move. He has to listen.”

Kai’s breath came faster behind the blindfold. His hand slid lower, over Ethan’s stomach, his fingers tracing the line of hair leading down. “I want to taste him,” Kai whispered, the admission raw and thrilling.

“Then do it,” Ethan groaned, his back arching off the bed, pulling against the silk. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Chapter 4

Kai’s voice, stripped of hesitation by the blindfold, was a low, commanding hum. “I want to taste him.”

Ethan’s breath caught as Kai’s hands, guided by Jade’s encouraging whispers, moved down his torso. The soft, searching touch was electric against his skin. Jade, still straddling Ethan’s hips, leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue tangling with his as Kai’s head descended.

The first hot, wet swipe of Kai’s tongue over the head of his cock made Ethan jolt against his silk bindings. A ragged moan was swallowed by Jade’s mouth.

“Tell him how good he is, baby,” Jade whispered against Ethan’s lips, pulling back just enough to watch.

“Fuck, Kai,” Ethan groaned, his head thrashing on the pillow. “Just like that. Your mouth is so soft.”

Encouraged, Kai took him deeper, his lips forming a tight, practiced seal. The sensation was incredible—the warmth, the slick pressure, the unfamiliar but thrilling submission of being completely at the mercy of his wife and this man. Jade’s eyes were dark with lust as she watched, her fingers trailing through Ethan’s chest hair.

“He’s all yours, Professor,” she purred, her voice thick. “Make him beg for it. But don’t let him come. Not yet.”

Kai hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight up Ethan’s spine. He began to move with more confidence, one hand coming up to cradle Ethan’s balls, rolling them gently as he sucked.

“Jade,” Ethan gasped, his hips straining upward, only to be held down by her weight and his restraints. “I can’t… I need to touch you.”

“Shh,” she soothed, shifting her hips. The denim of her jeans was rough against his bare skin. “My turn to watch.” She reached back, her fingers finding his soaked pussy. She let out a sharp sigh as she rubbed her own clit, her gaze locked on the sight of Kai’s head bobbing between her husband’s thighs. “God, you look good together. Sucking my husband’s beautiful cock.”

The filthy praise, the dual sensations—Kai’s expert mouth and Jade’s frantic fingers—drove Ethan to the edge. His muscles coiled, his breathing becoming a series of desperate pants. “I’m close… so close, please…”

Jade’s hand stilled on herself. With a firm grip, she pulled Kai’s head up by his hair, breaking the contact. A string of saliva connected Kai’s swollen lips to Ethan’s throbbing cock.

“Not yet, my eager student,” Jade said, her voice a blend of sweetness and steel. She untied one of Ethan’s wrists. “Switch. I want to see you fuck him while I ride his face.”

Kai pulled off the blindfold, his eyes glazed and hungry. He didn’t need further instruction. As Jade moved to kneel over Ethan’s head, Kai positioned himself between Ethan’s now-freed legs. He spat into his palm, slicking his length, his eyes asking a silent question.

Ethan answered by spreading his legs wider, pulling his knees toward his chest. “Do it,” he panted, the air cool on his wet skin. “Fuck me.”

With a guiding hand from Jade on his lower back, Kai pushed forward. The initial breach was a slow, burning stretch that stole Ethan’s breath. He cried out, the sound muffled by Jade’s pussy as she lowered herself onto his mouth.

“Yes,” Jade hissed, grinding down against his tongue. “Take it, baby. Take all of him.”

Kai began to move, setting a deep, relentless rhythm. Each thrust was a bolt of pure, shocking pleasure-pain, lighting up Ethan’s nerves. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, choked moans, and Jade’s rising, keening cries as Ethan’s tongue drove her higher. Ethan was utterly surrounded, consumed, a willing instrument of their shared pleasure, hurtling toward a peak he was forbidden to reach.

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Chapter 5

Kai’s thrusts grew deeper, more possessive. Each one pushed Ethan’s face harder against Jade, and she cried out, her hands fisting in his hair.

“Yes, just like that, fuck him!” Jade gasped, her hips rolling in counterpoint to Kai’s rhythm. “He loves it, don’t you, baby? You love being stuffed full while you eat my pussy.”

Ethan could only moan in fervent agreement, the vibrations of his voice making Jade shudder. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the intense stretch and burn of Kai filling him, and the sweet, tangy taste of his wife coating his tongue. He was a live wire of pleasure, strung taut between them.

“Switch,” Jade panted suddenly, tapping Kai’s hip. “I want his cock. Now.”

Kai pulled out with a wet sound, his own breathing ragged. Jade scrambled off Ethan’s face, her lips swollen and glistening. She pushed Ethan onto his side, facing Kai. “You,” she said to Kai, her voice husky with command. “Get behind me. I want to watch my husband’s face while you fuck me from behind.”

Kai didn’t hesitate. As Jade got on her hands and knees, presenting her slick, beautiful ass to him, Kai positioned himself. He grabbed her hips, his eyes locked on Ethan’s.

“Watch him take me,” Jade said to Ethan, looking over her shoulder. Her brown eyes were dark and unfocused with lust. “Watch how he wants it.”

With a grunt, Kai drove into her. Jade’s head dropped forward, a sharp cry torn from her throat. The sight was brutally erotic: Kai’s slim hips pistoning, Jade’s back arching, her tits swaying with each thrust.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kai groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Fuck, Jade.”

“You like fucking my wife?” Ethan growled, the possessive thrill mixing with his submission. He reached out, his hand finding Kai’s where it gripped Jade’s hip, their fingers lacing together over her skin. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” Kai hissed, his pace becoming frantic. “Her pussy is fucking perfect. I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t you dare,” Jade moaned, pushing back against him. “Not until I say. Ethan, touch me. Make me come with him inside me.”

Ethan moved instantly. He knelt in front of Jade, his fingers finding her clit, circling the swollen bud in time with Kai’s deep, pounding strokes. He watched her face contort, her mouth falling open in silent pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Ethan murmured, his own need a fire in his gut. “Come for us. Come all over his cock.”

Jade’s climax hit her like a seizure. Her whole body tightened, a raw, guttural scream ripped from her lungs as she shook between them. The violent clenching of her pussy around him was Kai’s undoing.

“I’m coming!” Kai shouted, his voice breaking. He slammed into her one last time, his body bowing as he emptied himself deep inside her with a long, shuddering groan.

Ethan watched, mesmerized, as Kai collapsed onto Jade’s back, both of them spent and panting. The room smelled of sex and sweat and salt. Jade turned her head, her sweaty brow finding Ethan’s. Her smile was sated, triumphant.

“Your turn, my love,” she whispered, her hand sliding down his stomach to wrap around his aching, neglected cock. “Show me what we do to you.”

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Chapter 6

Jade’s fingers had just curled around Ethan’s aching cock, her slick lips parting to taste him, when the sharp rap of knuckles against the front door shattered the humid silence. All three of them froze—Kai still half-draped over Jade’s back, his softening cock slipping out of her, Ethan’s hips lifting toward his wife’s mouth only to hover in mid-air.

“Shit,” Kai breathed, his post-orgasmic haze snapping into focus. “I forgot to text Sam that I was here. I mentioned they might swing by after their shift.”

Jade’s eyes, still dark with hunger, met Ethan’s. A slow, wicked smile curved her full lips. “Well,” she murmured, her thumb stroking the weeping head of his cock, “I did say we like to mix things up.” She released him and stood, her naked body glistening with sweat. “Let them in.”

Ethan’s heart hammered as Kai, still panting, pulled on his jeans and padded to the door. When it swung open, the porch light caught a figure leaning casually against the frame—Sam, with choppy silver-blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and a knowing smirk that said they’d smelled the sex from the driveway. Sam’s gaze swept over Kai’s disheveled state, then past him to the living room tableau: Jade, completely bare, perched on the coffee table’s edge, and Ethan sprawled on the couch, his rigid cock slick with Jade’s juices and his own need.

“Well, well,” Sam drawled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. They were wearing tight black jeans and a loose tank top that did nothing to hide the outline of pierced nipples. “Kai said you two were adventurous. I didn’t expect a live show.” Their eyes flicked to Ethan’s erection, and the smirk widened. “Looks like someone didn’t get to finish.”

“We were just about to,” Jade said, her voice a low purr. She crooked a finger at Sam. “Care to help? My husband’s been very patient.”

Sam shrugged off their jacket, letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t like to be left out.” They crossed to where Ethan lay, still panting and painfully hard, and knelt beside the couch. Kai watched, his own spent cock twitching with renewed interest. Sam’s cool fingers traced the vein along Ethan’s shaft, and Ethan groaned, his hips bucking.

“Tell me what you want, handsome,” Sam whispered, their breath hot against his ear. “Your wife’s been calling the shots. But right now, I think you need someone to take over.” They glanced at Jade, who nodded, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I want to taste him,” Sam said to Jade, “then I want to watch you ride his face again while Kai fucks me from behind.”

The room ignited with dirty promises, and Ethan’s cock pulsed in Sam’s grip—still denied, but suddenly, impossibly, on the edge of everything.

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Chapter 7

Jade’s voice cut through the charged silence, low and commanding. “Sam, get behind him. On your knees.” She pointed to Ethan, who was still sprawled on the couch, his cock rigid and slick. “Kai, you’re going to fuck his face. Nice and slow. I want to watch him take you both.”

Sam’s silver-blonde hair swung as they moved, kneeling behind Ethan’s head. Ethan’s breath hitched when cool fingers traced down his spine, then a slick, probing pressure teased the cleft of his ass. “Relax, handsome,” Sam murmured, their pierced nipple brushing his shoulder blade. “I’m going to open you up so good.”

Kai stepped between Ethan’s spread thighs, his cock already half-hard again, the head gleaming with fresh arousal. He cupped Ethan’s jaw, guiding his mouth. “Open up, man. Let me feel that tongue.”

Jade sank back onto the armchair across from them, her legs wide, her fingers sliding through her wet folds. She watched her husband’s lips stretch around Kai’s shaft, a muffled groan vibrating in his throat. Sam worked a lubed finger inside him, then another, and Ethan’s hips jerked—but Jade’s voice steadied him.

“Look at you, Ethan. Taking both of them like such a greedy slut. Does it feel good, baby? A cock in your mouth and fingers in your tight little hole?” She circled her clit, her own breath ragged. “I’m so fucking wet watching you. Sam, give him more. Kai, don’t you dare pull out. I want to see him struggle to breathe.”

Sam pressed a thick, curved dildo against Ethan’s entrance, their smirk audible. “Ready for this?” They pushed in slowly, and Ethan’s cry was swallowed by Kai’s thrust. The double penetration hit him hard—his throat full, his ass stuffed, his vision blurring. Jade moaned, her fingers plunging deep.

“You’re all so beautiful,” she whispered, her pace frantic on her clit. “Fuck, I’m close already. Keep going. Don’t stop. I want to watch him milk Kai’s cock while Sam stretches that ass.” Her hips rocked, the edge teasing but never tipping—suspended in the heat of them all.

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Chapter 8

The doorbell shattered the rhythm like a stone through glass.

Everyone froze—Kai's cock still buried in Ethan's throat, Sam's dildo paused halfway in his ass, Jade's fingers glistening against her clit, her mouth open mid-moan. Ethan's eyes rolled toward the door, panic and arousal tangling in his chest. The knock came again, sharper this time, and then a muffled voice through the wood.

“Jade? Babe, it's Chloe—I think I put the wrong address in my phone. You home?”

Jade's head snapped up, her gaze locking with Ethan's across the tangle of bodies. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath ragged. A slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. “Oh my God,” she whispered, barely audible. “That's Chloe.”

Kai pulled out carefully, a thin rope of spit and pre-cum trailing from Ethan's lower lip. “Should we—?” he started, already reaching for his jeans.

“Don't,” Jade said, her voice a quiet command. She stood, smoothing her tangled hair with one hand while the other lingered at her slick inner thigh. “Ethan, baby—you stay right there.” She looked at Sam, who was still kneeling behind him, dildo in hand, eyes bright with anticipation. “Sam, keep him exactly like this. Throat open. Ass full. Don't move.”

Ethan whimpered around nothing, his jaw already sore, his cock leaking onto the sofa cushion. Sam pressed the toy a fraction deeper, and he groaned. “Good boy,” Sam purred against his ear.

Jade crossed to the door, checked the peephole, then opened it just wide enough for Chloe to slip inside. Chloe's dark curls were windswept, her denim jacket hanging off one shoulder. She was already mid-apology—“I'm so sorry, I know you said the Redwood Bar but I ended up on your street and I thought—” then her eyes swept the living room.

She saw Kai, flushed and half-naked, cock glistening. She saw Sam behind Ethan, whose face was a ruin of need. She saw Jade, silk robe split open, fingers shining with her own wetness.

“Oh,” Chloe breathed. Her lips parted. “Oh, fuck.”

Jade reached out, tucking a curl behind Chloe's ear. “Wrong address, right house,” she murmured. “Stay.”

Chloe's eyes flickered from the scene back to Jade's face, searching. Jade held her gaze and gave the smallest nod—an invitation older than words. Chloe's jacket slipped off her shoulders and hit the floor.

“I was just going to drop by,” she whispered, stepping out of her sandals. “I didn't bring anything.”

“You brought yourself,” Jade said, pulling her into the room. “That's all we need tonight.”

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Chapter 9

Chloe stood frozen, her dark curls still damp from the evening drizzle, her chest rising and falling beneath her thin tank top. Her eyes kept darting between Ethan—still on his knees, jaw slack, cock smeared with Sam's lube—and Jade, whose robe hung open enough to show the soft curve of one breast and the slick shine on her inner thigh.

"I should—" Chloe started, but her voice cracked. She swallowed hard. "I should go. I'm interrupting."

"You're not," Jade said. She stepped closer, close enough that Chloe could smell her—jasmine, sweat, sex. Jade's hand found Chloe's hip, thumb tracing the waistband of her jeans. "You're exactly on time."

Kai wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still half-hard, still watching. "She's cute," he said, his voice rough. "What's the play?"

Jade looked over her shoulder at him, then at Sam, who was lazily stroking the dildo against Ethan's lower back. "Sam, keep Ethan warm. Kai, come here."

Kai crossed the room, his jeans undone, his chest flushed. He stood behind Jade, close enough that his breath stirred the hair at her neck. Chloe watched it all with wide, glassy eyes.

"I've never—" Chloe whispered.

"I know," Jade murmured. "That's what makes it fun." She tilted her head, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Chloe's mouth. "We'll go slow. You set the pace. But if you stay, I want you to tell us what you want. Out loud."

Chloe's lips parted. She looked at Ethan, who was watching her with dazed, hungry adoration. At Kai, whose hand had slipped under Jade's robe to cup her ass. At Sam, who raised an eyebrow and gave a small, encouraging nod.

"I want to watch first," Chloe said finally, her voice steadier than she expected. "I want to see how she sounds when you fuck her."

Jade's smile turned sharp and satisfied. She reached out and unbuttoned Chloe's jeans herself, deliberate and slow. "Then sit down, pretty girl. The show's about to start."