Page 11 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Connor

The world narrowed to the press of Nick's cock against my ass, the slick lube cooling between my cheeks as his hands gripped my hips with bruising intensity. I'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, my body trembling with equal parts terror and desperate need. Behind me, Nick's breath hitched, his chest pressed against my back as he leaned forward to whisper against my ear.

"You sure about this?"

His voice was rough velvet, scraping against every nerve ending I possessed. I couldn't form words—just pushed back against him in answer, my body making decisions my brain was too overwhelmed to process.

I couldn't focus on Lila's pussy anymore, and I turned, resting my cheek on her thigh as I arched up, presenting myself to Nick like he belonged inside me. And maybe he did.

"Breathe out,"

Nick instructed, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my lower back. I obeyed without thinking, and as my lungs emptied, he pushed forward—the blunt head of his cock breaching me with a pressure that bordered on pain.

"Fuck,"

I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Want me to stop?"

Nick stilled, but I could feel the tremor in his thighs pressed against the backs of mine, the restraint costing him.

"Don't you fucking dare,"

I growled, surprising myself with the ferocity in my voice. The burning stretch was already transforming into something else, something that sent electric currents racing up my spine. I pushed back experimentally, taking another inch of him, and stars exploded behind my eyelids as he brushed something inside me. "Oh god."

"That's it,"

Lila murmured, her hand stroking my sweat-damp hair.

"Take him, baby. He feels so good inside you, doesn't he?"

Nick sank deeper on her words, a slow, inexorable slide that seemed to split me open from the inside out. I forgot about Lila, forgot about giving her pleasure, forgot my own name as Nick bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against me. All I knew was fullness, pressure, and a desperate need to move.

I reared up suddenly, my back arching as I slammed myself backward onto his cock. The sound that tore from my throat wasn't human—a guttural, animal noise of pure need.

"Jesus Christ,"

Nick hissed, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.

"Connor, fuck—"

But I was beyond hearing, beyond rational thought. I fucked myself on his cock with wild abandon, my hips working in a frenzy, chasing a sensation I hadn't known existed until this moment. Each backward thrust sent lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting through me as he hit that spot over and over.

"Look at him,"

Lila's voice sounded distant, awed.

"He's fucking insatiable."

Nick matched my rhythm, meeting each backward thrust with a forward snap of his hips that drove him impossibly deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans.

"Slow down,"

Nick ordered, his voice strained.

"You're going to make me come too fast."

I didn't want to slow down. I wanted more, harder, deeper. I reached back blindly, fingers finding his thigh, nails digging in as I urged him on.

"Don't stop, don't fucking stop, need your dick so badly. fuck, need you."

His hand suddenly tangled in my hair, yanking my head back in a move that sent a new shock of pleasure-pain racing through me.

"I said slow down,"

he growled, his lips against my ear.

"Or I'll stop completely."

The threat was enough to make me whimper, my movements becoming more measured, though no less desperate. Nick kept his grip on my hair, using it to control my pace as he ground himself against me, circling his hips in a way that made my cock drip precum onto the sheets below.

In one fluid movement, Nick pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and loomed over me, his chest heaving, cock glistening with lube. For the first time since he'd entered me, I could see his face—the blown pupils, the flush spreading down his neck, the sweat beading on his forehead. He looked wrecked, gorgeous, primal. Lila kneeled by my head, and her fingers carded through my hair.

"I want to see your face when I fuck you,"

he said, his voice rough as gravel.

"Want to kiss you while I'm inside you."

I spread my legs wider in silent invitation, reaching for him. Instead of repositioning, he lowered himself over me, one hand bracing beside my head. His eyes locked on mine as he closed the distance between us.

The first touch of his lips against mine was tentative, questioning. Nothing like the frantic pounding we'd just shared. I answered by surging upward, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. He tasted like mint, and I devoured it, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Nick's tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as his cock had moments before. He kissed the way he fucked—with confidence and skill that left me gasping for air when he finally pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting our lips.

"Fuck,"

he breathed, looking as dazed as I felt.

"Should've done that years ago."

Lila pressed a pillow into his hands.

"Put this under him,"

she instructed, her voice husky with arousal.

"Better angle."

Nick lifted my hips, sliding the pillow beneath me with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the animal intensity of moments before. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, my ass tilted up in offering. He knelt between my spread thighs, reaching for the lube again, slicking himself generously before pressing the head of his cock against my entrance once more.

This time, the penetration was slower, more deliberate. I watched his face as he pushed inside, saw the pleasure wash over his features as my body yielded to him. It was obscenely intimate, this face-to-face coupling, nothing hidden between us anymore.

"You feel so fucking good,"

he groaned, bottoming out again, grinding against me in a way that made my toes curl.

"So tight, so hot."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands gripping his biceps.

"Move,"

I commanded, my voice cracking.

"Please, Nick, fuck me."

He began a steady rhythm, each thrust precise and devastating. The new angle let him hit that spot with every stroke, pleasure building like a tsunami inside me. My neglected cock lay hard against my stomach, leaking a puddle of precum onto my abs.

Nick glanced past me, at Lila, who was watching us with parted lips, one hand between her thighs.

"Ride his cock,"

he told her, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Let him feel both of us at once."

Lila didn't hesitate, climbing over me with practiced ease. She straddled my hips, just in front of where Nick knelt, and reached down to guide my cock to her entrance.

"Ready, baby?"

she asked, but didn't wait for an answer before sinking down in one smooth motion, taking me to the hilt.

The dual sensation nearly shorted out my brain—Nick's thick cock filling my ass while Lila's pussy gripped my shaft, hot and slick from her earlier orgasms. I arched off the bed with a hoarse shout, my body caught between them, impaled from both ends.

"Oh god, oh fuck,"

I babbled, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets.

"I can't—it's too much—I need you both so much."

"You can take it,"

Nick said, leaning forward to capture my mouth in another bruising kiss. The movement changed the angle of his thrusts, making me whimper into his mouth.

"You're doing so fucking good, Connor."

Lila began to move, rising and falling on my cock in counterpoint to Nick's thrusts. Each time she rose up, he pushed in; each time she sank down, he withdrew. The coordination was mind-blowing, like they'd practiced this, like they'd planned exactly how to take me apart piece by piece.

I watched, dazed, as Nick reached for Lila over me. Their mouths met in a kiss that was all possession and heat, their tongues tangling visibly as they used my body between them. Far from jealousy, the sight sent a new wave of arousal crashing through me—my wife and my best friend, connected through me, using me for their pleasure as much as their own.

"Look at him,"

Lila said against Nick's lips, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm on my cock.

"He loves being our fucktoy, doesn't he?"

The word sent a jolt through me. Fucktoy. That's exactly what I was in this moment—a vessel for their pleasure, something to be used and filled and taken apart. And god help me, I fucking loved it. Loved them. I was beyond sure of it at this point.

"Answer her,"

Nick commanded, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that made me see stars.

"Yes,"

I gasped, the word wrenched from somewhere deep inside me.

"God yes, use me, both of you, please—"

They took me at my word, increasing their pace until I was nothing but a conduit for sensation. Nick fucked into me with abandon, all pretense of control gone. Lila bounced on my cock like she was trying to break me, her small breasts bouncing, nipples hard and flushed. They kissed again over me, their hands finding each other's bodies, touching and stroking while I lay pinned beneath them.

The pressure built in my core, an orgasm approaching that felt like it might turn me inside out. I tried to hold back, to make this last, but Nick chose that moment to wrap his hand around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, his thumb pressing against my pulse point.

"You're gonna come for us,"

he said, his voice wrecked but commanding.

"Right now, Connor. Fill your wife's pussy while I fill your ass."

The permission broke something loose inside me. My back bowed off the bed as the orgasm tore through me, more violent than anything I'd ever experienced. I felt my cock pulse inside Lila, felt my ass clench around Nick, heard myself screaming something that might have been their names or just incoherent noise.

Lila came a heartbeat later, her pussy contracting around my still-spurting cock, her cries joining mine in a harmony of pleasure. Nick followed immediately after, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself with a guttural shout.

Time fractured, reality blurring at the edges as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through the three of us. I felt Nick collapse forward, felt Lila fall against his back, the weight of them both pressing me into the mattress as we gasped for breath, bodies still joined, trembling with aftershocks.

I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even open my eyes. My consciousness seemed to be floating somewhere near the ceiling, detached from my body which had just experienced more pleasure than it knew how to process. Black spots danced behind my eyelids, and for a moment I wondered if I might actually pass out.

"Connor?"

Nick's voice sounded concerned, distant.

"You with us, man?"

I managed a weak grunt, the most my scrambled brain could produce. I felt him pull out slowly, carefully, the sensation making me whimper. Lila lifted off me next, leaving my spent cock cooling against my thigh. They moved away, and I heard water running in the bathroom, murmured voices discussing me.

When they returned, they cleaned me with warm washcloths, gentle touches that still made me twitch with oversensitivity. Eventually, they settled on either side of me, Nick's solid warmth to my left, Lila's smaller form tucked against my right.

"Did we break him?"

Lila asked, her tone half-joking, half-concerned as she stroked my chest.

"I think we might have,"

Nick replied, and I heard something in his voice—a note of tension, of worry that hadn't been there before. As if now that the heat of the moment had passed, reality was crashing back in, bringing doubts with it. Had I really told him I loved him while his cock was buried deep inside me? Sure, I'd said those words to him before, but in a bro way, not in a sexy way.

I forced my eyes open at last, turning my head to look at him. The uncertainty in his expression confirmed my suspicion—he was already thinking ahead, already preparing himself for this to be just a vacation fling, already steeling himself for the inevitable goodbye.

"This isn't ending when vacation does,"

Lila said suddenly, her voice firm and decisive. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at both of us.

"I won't let it. Connor and I both love you, Nick. And I don't think either of us is ready to let you go."

A weight I hadn't realized I'd been carrying lifted from my chest.

"God, no,"

I agreed, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"This is... this is just the beginning."

I reached for Nick's hand, gripping it tightly.

"If you want it to be."

Nick stared at our joined hands, then up at my face, then over at Lila. The naked hope in his expression made my chest ache.

"What about Seattle?"

he asked quietly.

"I go back in three days. I'll be three hours away, more when the traffic is bad, which, let’s face it, in Seattle is pretty much always. I'll miss you both so fucking much."

The vulnerability in his admission hit me harder than I expected. This wasn't just sex for him either. This mattered.

"We'll figure it out,"

I promised, squeezing his hand.

"We love you enough to make it work. Weekends. Video calls. Hell, maybe we can find a way to live together."

Lila's eyes were serious, determined as she nodded.

"He's right. We'll figure it out. Together."

Nick exhaled, a shaky breath that sounded like relief, and collapsed back onto the pillow beside me.

"Fuck,"

he whispered, staring at the ceiling.

"I never thought... I mean, I think I've had feelings for both of you for a long time, but I never let myself imagine..."

"Well, start imagining,"

Lila said, reaching across my chest to cup his face.

"Because this is happening. The three of us."

He turned his head to look at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, feeling something shift and settle into place inside me—something that felt right, felt true in a way few things ever had.

"The three of us,"

I echoed, and for the first time since this whole crazy vacation began, I felt absolutely certain about the path ahead.