Page 18 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Julian

In the morning, it took me a moment to register where I was—Caleb's hotel suite. Nisha lay nestled between us, her breath soft and even, hair spilling across her pillow like ink. Across her sleeping form, Caleb's eyes met mine, clear and green in the morning light. No awkwardness, just a slow smile that sent an unexpected jolt through my chest.

What the fuck was that?

"Morning,"

he whispered.

"Morning.”

His eyes drifted to Nisha's sleeping form, the sheet barely covering the curve of her breast, and something possessive flared in my chest. But not in the way I expected. Not jealousy that he was looking at my wife, but something more complicated—pride that she was mine, mixed with a strange satisfaction that he wanted her too.

"She's fucking gorgeous,"

he murmured, echoing my thoughts.

"Yeah."

I couldn't help the stupid grin that spread across my face. "She is."

Caleb carefully extracted himself from the sheets. I watched him—just appreciating his athleticism and toned body, nothing more—as he padded toward the bathroom. The casual confidence in his nakedness hadn't changed since college. Then, I'd always attributed my fascination to competition, to measuring myself against him. Now, I wasn't so sure.

He turned back to me and caught me watching, brows shooting up.

"Gonna brush my teeth,"

he whispered.

"So we can wake Nisha with minty fresh breath. Feel free to join. I think the hotel supplies spare toothbrushes in the drawer."

I glanced at Nisha, still fast asleep, and delicately climbed out of bed to follow him. My muscles protested—evidence of last night's exertions—as I followed Caleb into the oversized bathroom. The marble countertop felt cool under my palms as I leaned against it, watching him through the mirror as he rinsed his mouth.

"There,"

he pointed, sliding a drawer open to reveal hotel amenities.

I grabbed a toothbrush, the absurd normality of standing naked beside him while we performed morning rituals striking me as both hilarious and strangely intimate. We'd shared apartments for years, but never quite like this.

"So,"

he said after spitting into the sink, voice casual.

“I’m thinking we should have put on clothes before this.”

I laughed, the sound echoing against the bathroom tiles.

"Perhaps. But we’ve both seen everything. How have you been?"

His eyes dropped to my dick and his left eyebrow shot up.

“How have I been?”

“Yeah, like I mean before you came in my wife’s mouth.”

"Fuck, Julian, making the awkward moment even more awkward."

He passed me the toothpaste.

"I’ve been okay. Good. Better since I left the family business and joined my friend’s consulting company. Less pressure, more of making my own way."

"Less of Tristan?"

I squeezed a line onto the brush. I’d met Caleb’s older brother only once, but he’d left an impression.

Caleb's reflection studied mine, something unreadable in his expression.

"Yeah. And I couldn’t handle being someone so many people depend on, working on the same shit day in and day out. He lives for being the boss—inspiring people to work hard, yelling at people, threatening to write people up. I was terrible at management."

"Yeah, I could see that," I said.

He nodded, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. He splashed some water on his face, quiet for a moment, then stood up and met my eyes again.

"Been a while since we did this. And never with someone who mattered to either of us."

The toothbrush froze in my mouth.

In college, the women had been fun, sexy distractions—playmates we shared for mutual pleasure. Nisha was my wife, my partner, the love of my fucking life. And yet sharing her with Caleb felt right in a way I couldn't quite articulate.

"It's different, but I like it."

I said around my toothbrush.

"Better,"

he said simply.

I met his eyes in the mirror, surprised by the sudden intensity.

"Yeah,"

I admitted.

We finished in companionable silence, the domesticity of it calming. When we returned to the bedroom, Nisha had rolled onto her stomach, the sheet slipping down to reveal the curve of her ass. Caleb and I exchanged a look—half amusement, half hunger—and climbed back into bed on either side of her.

Without discussion, we both began to trace patterns on her back, his fingers skimming along her spine while mine circled the constellation of freckles on her shoulder, massaging her sore muscles until she made a contented sound. Our movements felt practiced, natural, despite the seven-year gap since we'd last shared a bed or a woman.

I couldn't help but notice the contrast of our hands against her golden-brown skin—my darker olive tone, Caleb's paler fingers. The sight of his hand on my wife's body didn't provoke jealousy; instead, it ignited something deeper, more primal. My eyes tracked the movement of his fingers, the care with which he touched her, and I found myself watching him as much as I watched her.

Nisha stirred beneath our hands, a soft moan escaping her lips. She rolled slightly, eyes fluttering open, a slow smile spreading across her face as she registered our positions.

"Morning, beautiful,"

I murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Mmm,"

she hummed, stretching between us.

"Best alarm clock ever."

Caleb chuckled, his hand continuing its gentle exploration of her back.

"Sleep well?"

In answer, Nisha reached up, pulling him down into a kiss that looked soft and sweet and fucking hot all at once. Something twisted in my gut—not quite jealousy, not quite arousal, but a heady mixture of both. Then she rolled onto her back and turned to me, lips meeting mine with familiar passion.

When she pulled back, her eyes gleamed with mischief.

"I have a request,"

she said, looking between us.

"Anything." I said.

Her smile widened.

"I want to watch you two kiss."

The air left the room. My heart stuttered, then raced. I looked at Caleb, whose expression shifted from surprise to something darker, more considering. We'd shared women before, touched the same bodies, even made eye contact during intense moments. But we'd never crossed that line.

I frowned down at her.

“You want us to kiss? But don’t you like the attention focused on you?”

She grinned.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love having two guys shower me with their attention, but… I don’t know. It’d be hot? Like you are both so sexy to me.”

"It would turn you on?"

Caleb asked.

“Yeah,”

she said.

“Please? Just so I can see how hot it is. It would be so sexy.

His eyes found mine, questioning.

"We might as well, right? For Nisha."

My mouth went bone dry.

"Right,"

I managed.

“For Nisha.”

"Fuck yes,"

Nisha breathed, scooting to sit against the headboard to give us space. "Please?"

Caleb moved first, shifting closer until our faces were inches apart. I could smell the mint on his breath, see the faint stubble along his jaw, the small scar near his chin I'd noticed when we first met. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, warm and steady.

"Okay?"

he whispered.

I nodded, unable to form words nervous and excited all at once. And then his lips were on mine, tentative at first, just a brush of contact. Something electric shot through me, a current I hadn't expected, and I gasped against his mouth. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against mine, and holy fuck—this was Caleb, my roommate, my friend, and his mouth felt incredible.

He tasted like toothpaste, and his technique confident without being aggressive. My hand found his shoulder, fingers digging into muscle as the kiss intensified. In some ways, it was the same as kissing a woman, but he was rougher, stronger, more with hard angles and insistent pressure. Even the faint scrape of stubble was unexpectedly pleasant. Unexpectedly arousing.

Nisha made a small, pleased noise, and I pushed in closer, devouring him now, with one hand cupped around the back of his head. He slid his arms around my back, his body arching against mine as if he was desperate to be closer to me, desperate to taste all of me.

When we broke apart, I was breathing hard, my cock erect against my stomach. Caleb looked similarly affected, pupils blown wide, breathing unsteadily. And he was as hard as I was. Beside us, Nisha watched with parted lips, her chest rising and falling.

"Fuck,"

she whispered.

"That was even hotter than I imagined."

Caleb laughed, the sound breaking some of the tension.

"Glad to provide quality entertainment."

But I couldn't laugh, couldn't speak. My mind was reeling, reorganizing years of memories through this new lens. Had I always been attracted to Caleb? Had our shared sexual adventures been as much about being close to him as they were about the women we touched? The possibility that I'd buried these feelings, even from myself, hit like a physical blow.

Nisha must have sensed my internal chaos, because she reached for me, pulling me into a kiss that grounded me, reminded me of us. But even as I lost myself in her familiar taste, part of me was hyper-aware of Caleb watching, of his presence beside us.

"My turn,"

she murmured, pressing close, setting me free from thinking too hard about the kiss, and then his mouth was on her neck as I claimed her lips again. He was so close, and now, just as tempting as her.

But he didn’t argue, didn’t try anything with me again, which made me wonder what he was thinking. And my focus shifted to Nisha, but I was still all too aware of him.

We lowered her onto her back on the bed and worked our way down her body in tandem, my mouth finding one nipple while Caleb attended to the other. Nisha arched for us, hands tangling in both our hair, directing without words. We'd done this before, in another lifetime—taken our cues from a woman's responses, learned her body together—but never with someone I loved so completely.

Caleb caught my eye as we moved lower, a silent communication passing between us. We positioned ourselves between her thighs, and I felt a surge of memory—this was how we'd done it in college, sharing the taste of whoever lay beneath us. His tongue found her clit while mine teased her entrance, and Nisha's keen of pleasure echoed through the room.

We alternated, trading places, sometimes working in harmony, sometimes pulling back to watch the other eat her out. Nisha writhed under our combined attention, her hands clutching at the sheets, at our hair, at anything within reach. Our mouths were far closer than I’d ever realized. So close that I could stick my tongue out and taste him again.

"Please,"

she gasped.

"don't stop, I'm so close—"

The pride that swelled in my chest was complicated—pride in my wife's uninhibited sexuality, pride in how well Caleb and I worked together to bring her pleasure. I sucked her clit, feeling her thighs tense around my head as Caleb slid two fingers inside her, doing something that made her hips buck off of the mattress.

She came with a shout, body arching off the bed, one hand clutching mine, the other digging into Caleb's shoulder. We worked her through it, easing off as her tremors subsided.

"Holy fuck,"

she panted, collapsing back against the pillows.

"That was... fuck."

I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, satisfied with her incoherence. Caleb did the same on the opposite side, his eyes meeting mine over her body. Something passed between us, an acknowledgment of shared accomplishment, perhaps, or something deeper.

"So,"

Caleb said, moving up to stretch beside her.

"What other fantasies do you have that we could fulfill this morning?"

The question hung between us, loaded with possibilities. In that moment, with Nisha's taste still on my tongue and the memory of Caleb's kiss still burning on my lips, I decided on honesty.

"I want to watch you fuck my wife,"

I admitted, my voice rough.

"I want to see your cock inside her while she comes."

Caleb’s lips spread into a slow smile. His hand traced a lazy pattern on her thigh as he looked at her, and she whimpered and nodded.

“Let me grab a condom.”

I shook my head, not sure I wanted to explain why I wanted him bare inside my wife. Why I wanted his cum inside her.

“You get tested, right?”

"Yeah, every couple of months,"

he said, his brows up.

"I’m negative, and I don’t fuck a lot of different people anymore. But I always use condoms, even when I’m in a relationship. I don’t want to be unsafe."

I blinked down at him, thrown off by the thought of Caleb in a relationship. But what had I expected? Celibacy from the horniest guy I knew?

I looked towards Nisha, and she nodded, a little smirk playing around her lips as if she could see right through me.

“That’s part of the fantasy.”

I swallowed hard, an unexpected desire rising.

"I want you to come inside her,"

I told Caleb.

"I want to watch her take it. She’s on birth control, and we’ve both been tested, too."

His pupils dilated further, his cock twitching visibly at my words.

"Fuck, Julian. Is that okay, Nisha?"

Nisha's smile widened, and she nodded.

“I want to feel you bare.”

She moved with decisive grace, pushing Caleb onto his back in the center of the bed. His cock stood proudly, thick and flushed against his stomach. Nisha straddled his thighs, facing him, grinding down on his big cock with a happy moan.

Nisha reached for his length, positioning him at her entrance. "Ready?"

He nodded, hands finding her hips as she sank down, taking him inch by inch. I watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared into my wife's body. Heat pooled in my groin, and I stroked myself absently, my cock leaking pre-cum at the visual. I wanted to touch them where they were joined, but I stopped myself, unsure.

This was what I’d wanted all along, when I’d brought up the hall pass fantasy. Watching her sink down on a big cock. On him.

"God, you feel amazing,"

Caleb groaned, his fingers digging into Nisha's hips.

She began to move, riding him with deliberate slowness, her eyes locked on mine.

"Kiss me,"

she demanded, and I moved forward, my mouth finding hers as she continued to work herself on Caleb's cock, moaning against my mouth.

The kiss was messy, desperate, charged with the electricity of what we were doing. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, and my hand was on his stomach, feeling the flex of his muscles as he thrust up into her. I skimmed my fingers over his body, fascinated by his reaction to my touch.

"Offer it to him,"

she whispered, gaze dropping to my erection.

"I want to watch him suck you while I ride him."

My heart nearly stopped. I looked down at Caleb, whose eyes were fixed on my cock, lips parted. The need in his expression was unmistakable.

I coughed, embarrassed.

“He wouldn’t… what?”

Nisha stilled on top of him as she bit her bottom lip.

“Oh, he definitely would. He looks at you like he wants to devour you.”

I met Caleb’s eyes, my mind racing as my world shifted again. Had he wanted this all along? Had he realized it before me?

"Please," he said.

That single word shattered whatever remaining barriers I'd constructed. They separated and moved, changing position until Caleb had his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I gasped softly, tracing the line of as my wife sunk down on his cock again with a groan. Was that his intention? I moved to stand in front of him, positioning myself over Caleb's face. Nisha's soft hands guided me, one on my hip, the other wrapped around my base.

I paused a few inches from his mouth, heart pounding, and wondered if this was insane.

“She gets a little domme in the bedroom sometimes. You don’t have to follow her orders.”

Caleb grinned up at me.

“But what if I want to?”

"Open,"

she commanded Caleb, who obeyed without hesitation.

The first touch of his tongue against my cock head sent a jolt through my entire body. His approach was different than Nisha’s, more aggressive where she was soft and gentle. I loved her mouth, but there was something about the way he moved. He knew exactly what would feel good. And he’d definitely sucked cock before.

"Fuck,"

I gasped as he took me deeper, all the way, his relaxing to accommodate my length. Nisha had never taken me so deep before, and it was incredible, tight, hot, and wet.

Nisha watched, her pace on Caleb's cock increasing as she witnessed my pleasure.

"That's it,"

she encouraged Caleb, moaning around my shaft.

"Let him suck you."

The dual visual was almost too much—Nisha riding Caleb's cock while he sucked mine, both of them working in tandem to please me. I reached for her, pulling her into a kiss as Caleb hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction that had me seeing stars.

When we broke apart, Nisha grinned and bent forward, her tongue joining Caleb's on my cock. They rocked together as they kissed around my shaft, two mouths working together, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, that's—"

My words dissolved into a groan as Caleb took me deep again, his hands gripping my thighs to pull me further into his mouth.

The sight of him sucking me, the enthusiasm with which he swallowed my length, and the tight heat of his throat working around my shaft made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. How had I never realized that watching a man—that watching Caleb—could turn me on this much?

"Oh fuck,"

Nisha whimpered, tracing the bulge where my cock violated my best friend’s throat.

"Are you going to swallow it?"

In answer, Caleb redoubled his efforts, taking me so deep I could feel his lips brushing against my base. The pressure built at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"I'm close,"

I warned, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back, then dragging him in closer, fucking his mouth. Control slipped away as he moaned the vibration pushing me over the edge. And I thrust wildly into his mouth as he reached around and gripped my ass, pulling me in like he was desperate for it.

His body shook beneath us as we fucked him, his movements wild and desperate as he clutched me close, throat working deliciously around me, hips slamming up into her.

Pressure built, my cock pulsing, and he only worked me harder with his tongue. I came with a shout, emptying myself into his eager mouth. He swallowed everything, milking every last drop.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I became aware of Nisha's movements growing frantic, her own climax approaching. Caleb reached between them, fingers finding her clit as she rode him harder.

I was still in his mouth, and he was suckling gently on my softening cock, letting me know he wasn’t quite done with me. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, again and again, holding him there.

"Yes, yes, yes,"

she chanted, then stiffened, her body quivering, her eyes blown wide.

He followed immediately, hips jerking up, pistoning deep inside her as he came with a shout, still buried deep inside her, just as I'd asked. The sight of it, of both of them coming apart while I was still riding the aftershocks of my own orgasm, was transcendent.

My mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened—not just the physical pleasure, but the seismic shift in my understanding of myself.

I'd never considered myself anything but straight. I'd told myself our college threesomes had been about the women, about the taboo of sharing. But the way Caleb's mouth had felt around me, the way his kiss had ignited something I'd buried deep—it changed everything.

I pulled back and Caleb sat up, looking wrecked and somehow satisfied. Nisha leaned forward and touched his lips.

“You okay? He was rough with you.”

Caleb laughed, his voice hoarse.

“I was just as rough with him. There’s something about letting a man—letting him—inside my throat that drives me wild.”

She smiled and kissed him, and I couldn’t resist joining in, kneeling on the bed beside them and kissing each of them in turn, thanking them for letting me have my fantasy, and then some.