Page 10 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Nick

The last night of vacation arrived with the quiet inevitability of a tide rolling in. Seven days had slipped through our fingers, seven days of redrawing the boundaries of friendship, of redefining what the three of us could be together. My body was deliciously spent, marked with traces of both Lila and Connor's touch, but my mind still raced with one final, unquenched hunger. I'd tasted Connor's mouth on my cock, felt the hot, eager pressure of his throat, but there was something more I craved—something I'd barely admitted to myself until now.

"You're thinking too loudly,"

Lila said, stretching languidly against the pillows, her naked body gilded by the soft lamplight. She spread her thighs, revealing the pink folds of her pussy, still glistening from our earlier activities.

Connor made a hungry sound, crawling between her legs.

"Last night,"

he murmured, pressing kisses to her inner thighs.

"Gotta make it count."

I watched, transfixed, as my best friend settled on his stomach, his face disappearing between his wife's legs. The long, muscular line of his back tapered to narrow hips, and his ass—fuck, his ass was perfect, two firm globes slightly parted as he shifted his weight. He'd always had a great body, something I'd noticed in passing during our college years, attributing my awareness to mere appreciation rather than attraction.

Now I understood differently. Those nights in our shared dorm room, when we'd bring girls back and fuck in front of each other, I hadn't just been listening to Connor's partners moan. I'd been watching him—the flex of his shoulders, the tight clench of his ass as he drove into whatever girl was beneath him.

"Jesus,"

I whispered, my cock hardening at the memory now superimposed over the present.

Lila caught my eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she watched me watching her husband. Connor was lost in his task, tongue darting in and out of her slit, making soft, obscene noises of pleasure. His legs had fallen slightly apart, offering a tantalizing glimpse of everything I suddenly, desperately wanted.

"I finger his hole sometimes, and he loves being penetrated. Right now, I'm pretty sure he's been wondering what it would feel like,"

Lila said softly, her gaze never leaving mine.

Connor paused, face still buried in her pussy, his body tensing slightly.

"You're welcome to fuck my husband's hole, Nick,"

she continued, running her fingers through Connor's hair.

"If that's what you want."

The cabin's air seemed to thicken around us. Connor didn't protest—didn't even look up—but I saw the subtle shift in his posture, the way his ass rose slightly, an unconscious invitation.

My mouth went dry. "Connor?"

He turned his head just enough to meet my gaze, his lips slick with Lila's juices.

"Fuck yes,"

he breathed, then dove back between Lila's thighs with renewed hunger.

That was all I needed. I positioned myself behind him, my hands ghosting over the planes of his back, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake. Connor had only sucked my cock the once, and I'd never touched another man's body with such deliberate intent, never allowed myself to fully acknowledge the depth of my desire. Yet here, in this small beach cabin where vacation rules had obliterated every boundary, I could finally admit to myself how badly I wanted to claim my best friend in the most intimate way possible.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to the knob of his spine, tasting salt and skin. Connor shivered beneath me. I worked my way lower, trailing kisses down the valley of his back, mapping each vertebra with my tongue. His skin was smoother than Lila's, the muscles beneath more pronounced, and the contrast was intoxicating.

"Look at you,"

Lila murmured, watching us with hooded eyes as Connor continued to feast on her.

"You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you, Nick?"

I groaned softly.

"I've been stopping myself from thinking about this for a while,"

I whispered as I reached the small of Connor's back, where a light sheen of sweat had gathered. The scent of him—male, familiar yet newly erotic—made my cock throb. I gripped his ass cheeks, squeezing the firm muscle, spreading him slightly to reveal the tight pucker of his hole.

I hesitated, suddenly uncertain despite the pulsing need in my groin. Connor must have sensed my pause because he pulled away from Lila long enough to look back at me, his face flushed with desire.

"Don't stop,"

he said, his voice rough with want.

"Please, Nick. I washed up really good for you."

That undid me. He'd planned for this. He'd stood in the shower, thinking about me using his body the way I used his wife's body, as he soaped the part of him I was about to claim. I lowered my face, pressed a reverent kiss to each cheek, then licked a bold stripe across his hole.

"Fuck!"

Connor jerked, his whole body tensing before melting into a trembling surrender. The reaction shot straight to my cock—the knowledge that I could reduce my confident, always-in-control best friend to this quivering mess with just my tongue.

Lila laughed softly, brushing Connor's hair back from his forehead.

"I think he likes it, baby,"

she told him, guiding his mouth back to her pussy.

"Now be a good boy and keep eating me while Nick gets you ready for his cock."

I'd never rimmed anyone before, but I'd eaten enough pussy that instinct took over as I circled Connor's hole with my tongue, feeling the tight ring of muscle flutter against the pressure. I alternated between broad strokes and pointed jabs, working him open with a patience I didn't know I possessed. Each time my tongue breached him, Connor would whimper into Lila's pussy, his hips pushing back against my face in silent plea for more.

The bottle of lube appeared in my peripheral vision—Lila reaching to the bedside table where we'd kept it stashed since we'd started fucking her hole. I took it gratefully, coating my fingers while maintaining the steady assault of my tongue.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against the small of his back, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of what we were about to do.

"I've never wanted anything so fucking bad."

I looked up and met Lila's eyes with a wink.

"Except maybe for your slut of a wife."

She laughed softly as I circled his entrance with one slick digit, feeling the muscle resist then yield as I pushed inside. The heat of him was staggering—tight, clutching pressure around my finger that made my cock ache with anticipation. Connor moaned, the sound muffled against Lila's folds, but his body told me everything I needed to know as he pressed back, taking my finger deeper.

"That's it,"

I encouraged, working the single digit in and out before adding a second alongside it.

"Just relax for me."

Lila was watching us with undisguised fascination, her hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples as Connor continued to service her.

"You should see his eyes,"

she told me, voice thick with arousal.

"Every time you push those fingers deeper, he gets this look—like he's found fucking nirvana."

I curled my fingers, searching for that spot I knew would drive him wild, and when Connor's whole body jolted, I knew I'd found it. His reaction was visceral—a strangled cry as he pulled away from Lila's pussy, forehead pressed against her thigh.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

he chanted, pushing back frantically against my hand.

"Right there, holy shit, Nick."

"He's such a sexy slut,"

Lila laughed, though the sound was warm with affection. She stroked Connor's flushed cheeks, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down his temple.

"Now I know why he loves watching you fuck me. Look at him, taking your fingers so well. He's going to look so pretty with your cock inside him."

The image her words conjured—Connor split open on my cock, writhing with pleasure—nearly made me come untouched. I added a third finger, twisting and scissoring them inside his channel, stretching him with methodical care despite the urgency building in my gut. Lube dripped down his crack, pooling on the sheets beneath us, but I kept adding more, determined that this first time would bring nothing but pleasure.

Connor had given up all pretense of eating Lila out, his face pressed against her thigh as he panted and moaned, rocking back against my invading fingers. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the sheets.

"Please,"

he begged, his voice breaking on the word.

"I'm ready, Nick. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me."

I looked up at Lila, seeking final permission, and found her nodding, her eyes dark with lust.

"Take him,"

she said simply.

"He's been waiting for this longer than he'll admit."

I withdrew my fingers slowly, feeling Connor's hole clench around the emptiness I left. The sight of his stretched, glistening rim sent a surge of primitive possession through me. I'd done that—opened him up, made him ready. And now I was going to claim him completely.

I slid slowly inside, blowing out a breath as his tightness enveloped me. In some ways, it was just like any other sex. The tight, slick warmth of him fluttering around my shaft was delicious. The round curve of his ass as his hole swallowed me, pulling me deeper was so damn sexy. But I was intimately aware of the differences, too. I was fucking a man, all thick muscles and brute strength, and I found his body sexy as hell.

And this was my best friend. The fact that I already loved him more than anyone in my life made the sensation of breaching his virgin hole almost too intense.