Kaid’s Peek

Chapter 1: Forbidden Glances

Kaid’s sneakers scuffed against the tiled kitchen floor as he dropped his college bag with a dull thud. The faint hum of laughter—low, sultry, and far too intimate—seeped from the living room. His mum, Sharla, and her longtime friend Rachel were at it again, their voices weaving through the air like a siren’s call. He shouldn’t have cared. Shouldn’t have even noticed. But the back of his neck prickled with a heat he couldn’t ignore.

He edged toward the doorway, intending a quick hello before escaping to his room. But a sharp, breathy gasp froze him mid-step. 'God, your tits feel even better now than they did at uni,' Rachel’s voice purred, dripping with raw hunger. A wet, slick sound followed—lips crashing, tongues tangling. Kaid’s gut twisted. He knew he should turn around. Knew he should plug in his earbuds and blast something loud enough to drown out the sin seeping through the walls. But his feet didn’t move.

The door was cracked just enough. Through the sliver, he saw them—Sharla straddling Rachel’s thigh, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her pert ass rocking with shameless rhythm. Rachel’s fingers clawed at Sharla’s blouse, buttons popping like tiny explosions, while her other hand dipped between her own bronzed thighs, teasing herself with a wicked grin. 'Mmm, you love this, don’t you?' Rachel taunted, nipping at Sharla’s bottom lip with a predatory edge.

Sharla’s moan was high, desperate, and unapologetic. 'Fuck, those greedy fingers—Jamie never touches you like this, does he?' Her voice was a blade, cutting through the air with a mix of lust and defiance. Kaid’s pulse slammed in his throat, his breath catching as he stumbled back a step. He coughed—loudly, deliberately—hoping to shatter the moment before it burned into his mind any deeper.

The rustling stopped. When he nudged the door open, both women were flushed, chests heaving, but somehow decent. Skirts smoothed. Blouses half-buttoned. Rachel’s stud glinted through the thin fabric of her top, and Sharla’s swollen, dripping heat had left a dark patch on the sofa that made Kaid’s mouth go dry. 'Oh! Kaid, love, you’re back early—' Sharla’s voice cracked, her sharp green eyes darting to his face as if she could read every filthy thought racing through him.

Rachel smirked, not even bothering to hide the glint in her gaze as she crossed her legs, slow and deliberate. 'Hey, kiddo. Didn’t hear you sneak in. Thirsty?' Her tone was a tease, a challenge, like she knew exactly where his mind had wandered.

Kaid muttered something about grabbing a drink, his ears burning as he retreated to the kitchen. But the second their whispers started up again—hushed, urgent, laced with giggles—he couldn’t stop himself. He crept back, breath shallow, peering through the gap once more. And Christ, they weren’t even trying to be quiet now.

Sharla’s blouse was off, her skin glistening with sweat as Rachel’s mouth trailed down her neck, teeth grazing with intent. 'You’re so fucking wet already,' Rachel growled, her hand slipping beneath Sharla’s skirt, fingers working with a precision that made Sharla’s head tip back, a moan ripping from her throat. 'Gonna make that pussy drip for me, aren’t you?'

Kaid’s jeans tightened, his cock stirring hard against the fabric as he watched, frozen. Sharla’s eyes flashed with fire, her voice cutting through the haze. 'Don’t stop, you bitch. I’m so fucking horny, I could ride your face right here.' Her words were a command, not a plea, and Rachel’s laugh was pure sin as she tugged Sharla closer, ready to devour her.

The air was thick, electric, and Kaid knew he was seconds from witnessing something he’d never unsee—something that would leave him panting, aching, and utterly wrecked.