Page 17 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Nisha

In the elevator, Caleb stood a careful foot away, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection. The air between us crackled with electricity, thick with unspoken hunger. But none of us made a move.

“This moment is so familiar,”

Julian murmured, elbowing Caleb, who laughed and shook his head.

“Every time.”

“Every time, what?”

I asked, looking from one man to the other.

“Back when we did this in college, we had an elevator up to our apartment, and there was always this—”

“Panic?”

Caleb asked.

Julian burst out laughing.

“More of a pause, I’d say. In the elevator, suddenly the flirty fun you talked about all night becomes real. It’s a moment away, and you can feel it in the air.”

“And the awkward tension descends,”

Caleb added.

“But it always passes by the time the elevator doors open. Well, assuming your room isn’t on the second floor.”

Caleb chuckled and shook his head.

“No. The tenth.”

We stood in perfect triangular formation, the distance between us charged with intention. Ten floors to go. Nine. Eight. I stepped closer to Caleb, my hip brushing against his thigh. He sucked in a sharp breath, his pupils dilating, but he didn't move away.

Julian slid behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms encircled my waist.

"He was always like this,"

he murmured into my ear, loud enough for Caleb to hear.

"So fucking proper until he wasn't. Then he'd surprise you."

Seven floors to go. Six.

I reached for Caleb's hand, guiding it to my hip opposite from where Julian's rested. The symmetry felt right—Julian's familiar touch on one side, Caleb's tentative grip on the other.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Caleb asked, his gaze flicking to Julian over my shoulder.

"When you suggested the hall pass?"

Julian chuckled, the vibration rumbling against my back.

“Well, I had no idea she was going to find you—that feels almost fated—but I was definitely trying to recapture our glory days. This is better than anything I could have planned.”

I poked his arm.

“Julian, were you never going to use your hall pass? I felt so guilty about that.”

Julian grimaced.

“Another woman… that’s not my fantasy. You’re the only woman who’s ever in my fantasies.”

Five floors. Four.

The air in the elevator thickened, making it harder to breathe. Julian's lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I let my head fall back against him, a soft moan escaping my lips. Caleb watched, his green eyes darkening, his composed exterior cracking just enough to reveal the hunger beneath.

"Kiss her,"

Julian urged, his voice rough against my skin.

"I want to watch you kiss my wife."

Caleb hesitated for just a moment, eyes searching mine for permission. I nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I was sure both men could feel it. Then Caleb leaned down, and his lips brushed mine—tentative at first, a question more than a demand.

I answered by fisting my hand in his shirt, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He tasted like mint, his tongue sliding against mine with growing confidence. Julian's hands tightened on my hips, his approval evident in the hardening length I felt pressing against my ass.

Three floors. Two.

When Caleb pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his perfect composure disrupted. Julian didn't wait—he spun me around, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was pure possession, a reminder of everything we shared. I surrendered to it, my body melting between them as Caleb's hands found my waist from behind, his thumbs drawing small circles on the exposed skin where my blouse had ridden up.

One floor to go.

Julian broke the kiss, breathing hard.

"Fuck, you're beautiful,"

he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. Then, to Caleb.

"Isn't she?"

"Breathtaking,"

Caleb agreed, his voice rough with want.

The elevator chimed, doors sliding open to reveal an empty hallway. We stumbled out, a tangle of wandering hands and hungry mouths. Caleb fumbled with his key card, cursing when it took three tries to unlock his door. Julian laughed, a warm sound that broke the tension.

"Some things never change,"

he teased.

"Remember that time you couldn't get the dorm key to work?"

Caleb flipped my husband off.

"That was once. I’m completely smooth with keys most of the time."

“Most of the time.”

The door finally opened, revealing Caleb's suite—a gorgeous corner room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Portland's glittering skyline. A king-sized bed dominated one wall, sleek mid-century furniture accenting the space.

"Wow,"

I breathed, distracted by the view. I walked over to the windows and looked out for a moment, letting my racing heart calm down.

"Impressed?"

Caleb asked.

I turned to him, reaching for the top button of his shirt.

"Very. But I'd rather look at you."

His hands covered mine, stilling them.

"Are we really doing this?" he asked.

"All three of us? With your wife?"

“Oh, is she my wife? I almost forgot.”

Julian came up behind me, his hands finding the zipper of my dress.

"We’re doing this. If you want to.”

Caleb's eyes darkened as Julian slowly lowered my zipper, exposing the curve of my spine.

"I want to,"

he admitted.

"Fuck, I've wanted to since I saw Nisha in that yoga class. And I didn’t even know she was yours."

“Better or worse now that you know she’s my wife?”

Julian asked.

Caleb hesitated, then puffed out a breath.

“Infinitely hotter.”

I smiled, finishing what I'd started, unbuttoning Caleb's shirt with deliberate slowness.

"Show me,"

I challenged.

Something shifted in Caleb's expression—his reserve cracking like ice in spring thaw. He stepped forward, capturing my face between his hands, and kissed me with none of the hesitation from the elevator. This was a kiss like the one he’d given me in the yoga studio, full of hunger, pure and raw. Julian slid my dress from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet while Caleb's tongue explored my mouth.

I stood between them in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong, feeling powerful and vulnerable at once. Julian's hands skimmed my waist, cupping my breasts from behind while Caleb watched, his breathing ragged.

"Perfect, isn't she?"

Julian said, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the lace.

"Touch her, Caleb. She won't break."

Caleb shrugged out of his open shirt, revealing a lean, muscled torso that made my mouth water. Years of yoga had sculpted him into something almost unreal—broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, abs defined enough to count each ridge.

"Jesus, what do they feed you in England?"

I laughed, trailing my fingers down his chest.

He smiled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.

"My family? Parental disappointment and tea."

Julian snorted, reaching for his own buttons.

"He was always the pretty one. Used to drive me fucking crazy watching women fall all over him in college."

"As I recall,"

Caleb countered, placing his hands on my bare waist.

“You pulled as many women as I did."

I glanced at my husband, who was tall and so damn handsome, with a body that never failed to make me hot. He’d always felt a little self-conscious about being half Indian, half white—way too many people asked him awkward questions about his ethnicity—but in my humble opinion, the mix of features his parents had given him bordered on masculine perfection.

“You two are the best of both worlds,”

I said, kissing my husband first.

“Tall, dark, and handsome with a killer smile and a sexy ass.”

Then I turned to Caleb and kissed him.

“And the golden boy with a body to die for. Must have been tough to find women who were into you.”

Julian shook his head, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled his lips into a pout.

“You should feel sorry for us! We had to work hard for our kink.”

The remaining clothes fell away with increasing urgency—Julian's shirt was tossed aside, Caleb's belt unbuckled by my eager fingers, pants kicked off and abandoned. Soon we stood together, a triangle of skin and urgent need—Julian completely naked, Caleb in tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his impressive erection, me still in my lingerie.

"On the bed,"

Julian directed, his voice low and commanding in a way that made me shiver.

"I want to watch Caleb touch you."

I crawled onto the mattress, feeling their eyes on me as I positioned myself in the center of the bed. Julian sat at the edge, stroking himself lazily as Caleb hesitated by the foot of the bed.

"This feels different,"

Caleb said, his eyes darting between us.

“Before, the women were never anyone’s partner.”

Julian laughed.

"You're not intruding when you're invited. Get over here and touch my wife."

I reached for Caleb, beckoning him forward.

"Please," I said.

That one word broke any last barriers he'd erected, and I could see it in his eyes, in his posture. Caleb crawled onto the bed, hovering over me with an intensity that stole my breath. His fingers traced my collarbone, feather-light.

"You're so bloody beautiful,"

he murmured, accent thickening again.

"I've been dreaming about this since that day in yoga class."

"Show me,"

I whispered.

Caleb lowered his head, lips brushing along the curve of my neck, down to the swell of my breasts above the lace. Julian moved closer, his hand finding my hair, stroking it as he watched his old roommate worship my body.

"She loves having her nipples sucked,"

Julian offered, casual as if discussing the weather.

"Gets her so wet you wouldn't believe."

Caleb didn't need to be told twice. He hooked a finger under my bra, pulling the cup down to expose my breast. When his mouth closed around my nipple, hot and wet and perfect, I arched off the bed with a gasp.

"Like that,"

Julian encouraged, his free hand moving to my other breast, mirroring Caleb's attention.

"She makes the sweetest fucking noises when you use your teeth. Just a little."

I should have felt objectified, being discussed like I wasn't there, but instead, it was intoxicating—being the center of their attention, the object of their shared desire. Caleb followed Julian's instruction, grazing my nipple with his teeth, and I rewarded him with a moan that made both men groan in response.

Julian reached behind me, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. Caleb helped slide it down my arms, his eyes darkening at the sight of my naked breasts.

"Fucking perfect,"

he breathed.

Together, they slid my thong down my legs, leaving me exposed between them. Caleb's eyes raked over me with hungry appreciation while Julian traced familiar patterns on my inner thigh, each touch inching higher.

"Tell me what you want, Nisha,"

Caleb said, his voice husky.

"Anything."

I reached for both of them, one hand finding Julian's cock, the other tracing the outline of Caleb's through his boxers.

"I want both of you,"

I said, emboldened by desire.

"I want to feel you everywhere."

"Shall we show her how we used to do this in college?"

Julian asked Caleb, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Caleb nodded, his composure unraveling by the second. "Yes."

Julian reclined on the bed, guiding me onto my knees so I straddled his face, my hands braced against the mattress. His tongue found me, licking a broad stripe through my folds that made my thighs tremble.

"Fuck,"

I gasped, grinding down against his mouth.

Caleb watched, stroking himself through his boxers.

"He was always good at that,"

he commented, his voice strained.

Julian hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Then he pulled back just enough to speak.

"Don't just watch, Caleb. Her mouth is free."

He paused to eye Caleb.

“Do you still get tested religiously?”

“Yes, but I’ll wear a condom if you like.”

Julian shook his head, lips twitching.

“Why ruin my fun? I want to see her dripping in our cum.”

Caleb's eyes darkened even further. He slid his boxers down, freeing his cock—thick and flushed and gorgeous, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He kneeled in front of me, one hand cupping my cheek with surprising tenderness.

"Is this okay?"

he asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

In answer, I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. He tasted clean, salty, different from Julian but no less intoxicating. Caleb cursed, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head, not pushing, just holding as I took him deeper.

"Christ,"

he hissed.

"Your mouth—it's fucking perfect."

Julian doubled his efforts below, his tongue circling my clit with devastating precision while his fingers teased my entrance. I moaned around Caleb's cock, the vibration making him thrust involuntarily.

"Sorry,"

he gasped.

I pulled back just enough to speak.

"Don't be. I like it."

"She does,"

Julian confirmed from below, his voice muffled.

"Likes it rough sometimes. Don't you, baby?"

To prove his point, he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my vision blur. I cried out, my body clenching around him, and took Caleb deeper into my mouth in response.

We found a rhythm, the three of us moving together like we'd rehearsed this dance for years. Julian's mouth and fingers worked me relentlessly while I sucked Caleb deep for a few strokes, then pulled back to lavish attention on the sensitive head. Caleb's composure disintegrated with each passing minute—his propriety replaced by gasping curses and hungry thrusts.

"Stop,"

Julian said, sliding out from under me.

"I want to fuck her while she sucks you off."

The crass words sent a flood of wetness between my legs. Caleb groaned, nodding.

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

They repositioned me on all fours, Julian kneeling behind me while Caleb sat with his back against the headboard, legs spread to give me access. Julian's hands gripped my hips, his cock teasing my entrance.

"Ready, baby?"

he asked, his voice rough with need.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Please, Julian—"

He slammed into me with one hard thrust, filling me up. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming after Julian's thorough attention with his mouth. Caleb guided my head back to his cock, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fire in his eyes.

"Take your time,"

he murmured, stroking my hair.

"We've got all night."

Julian set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing me forward onto Caleb's cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming—being filled from both ends, surrounded by their scent, their sounds, their heat. Julian's fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise while Caleb's hands tangled in my hair, guiding but never forcing.

"Look at you,"

Julian groaned, his rhythm faltering as he watched me take Caleb into my mouth.

"Fucking beautiful. Taking both of us so well."

Caleb's hips began to move in counterpoint to Julian's thrusts, finding a perfect synchronicity that left me gasping around his cock. I felt owned, consumed, cherished by both of them at once.

"I'm close,"

Caleb warned.

"Fuck, Nisha—your mouth—"

Julian reached around, his fingers finding my clit.

"Come for us,"

he commanded.

"Come on both our cocks."

The pressure built inexorably inside me, coiling tighter with each thrust, each circle of Julian's fingers. I moaned around Caleb, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge. When Julian pressed down hard on my clit, I shattered—my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. My body clenched around Julian's cock, my moans muffled by Caleb.

"Fuck, I can feel her coming,"

Julian groaned.

"So tight—"

My orgasm triggered theirs—Julian first, his hips slamming into me one final time as he pulsed inside me. Caleb followed seconds later, his orgasm flooding my mouth with salt and heat. I swallowed, my body still trembling with aftershock as I licked up every drop of his cum.

We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing hard. Julian pulled out, dropping a kiss on my shoulder blade before rolling to one side of me. Caleb stretched out on the other, his hand tracing lazy patterns along my spine.

"Holy shit,"

Julian said, breaking the silence.

"That was..."

"Yeah,"

Caleb agreed, his voice rough. "It was."

I nestled between them, feeling thoroughly claimed and satisfied. Julian's arm wrapped around my waist, while Caleb's fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin.

"Are you okay?"

Caleb focused his bright eyes on me, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I smiled, stretching between them.

"Better than okay. That was..."

I searched for the right word. "Perfect."