Page 21 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Julian

Morning light spilled through our bedroom windows, painting Caleb's blond hair golden where it splayed across my chest. Seeing him again, even for a quick trip, had been more than either of us had imagined, and I would do anything in my power to keep it happening. I breathed him in, that familiar woodsy scent now mingled with my own soap, my sheets, my wife's perfume where she curled against his other side. My fingers traced idle patterns on his shoulder, still not quite believing he was solid beneath my touch. Mine to explore. What would it take to make him ours to keep?

An irrational rush of fear made me wonder if he’d just disappear from my life again, the way he had after college, but I pushed that down, forced myself to enjoy the moment.

Caleb stirred, those green eyes blinking open to meet mine with lazy contentment.

"Watching me sleep?"

he murmured, voice rough in a way that sent heat pooling in my belly.

"Bit creepy, mate."

"Can't help it,"

I admitted, trailing my fingers up his neck to cup his jaw.

"I've spent three weeks with nothing but a fucking screen. Need to make sure you're actually here."

He leaned into my touch, morning stubble rough against my palm. Across his chest, Nisha made a small sound of protest at our voices disturbing her sleep, but didn't open her eyes. We’d picked him up at the airport late at night and we’d fucked him desperately — Nisha riding his cock as I thrust into his eager mouth. But now, in the soft light of morning, the other fantasy we’d discussed was haunting me.

Caleb grabbed my hand, turning it to press his lips against my wrist.

"I must admit, I'm not handling this long-distance arrangement well."

"No?"

I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the weight of him against me, the solid press of his thigh between mine.

"God no,"

he said with feeling.

"Do you know how torturous it is to watch you two fuck through a screen and not be able to touch? To smell? To taste?"

His hand slid beneath the covers, finding my morning erection with unerring accuracy.

"My right hand's gotten very strong though."

I laughed, the sound transitioning to a groan as he squeezed me through my boxers.

"Poor baby. So neglected."

"Fucking deprived,"

he agreed, sliding his leg more firmly against mine.

"Thought about this—about you and Nisha—every night."

Before I could find words to respond, Nisha cracked one eye open.

"Some of us are trying to sleep,"

she complained, though the curve of her lips belied her irritation.

"Liar,"

Caleb teased.

"You've been awake and eavesdropping for at least five minutes."

She grinned, all pretense abandoned as she stretched like a cat between us.

"Can you blame me? The sound of my men dancing around how much they want to fuck each other is better than any alarm clock."

My men. The casual possessiveness in her tone did things to me, awakened something primal and needy. I reached for her, my free hand sliding beneath her sleep shirt to find the warm skin of her waist.

"Your men, huh?"

I pulled her closer until she was half-sprawled across Caleb's chest, her face inches from mine.

"Better than coffee?"

"Much better,"

she agreed, leaning in to kiss me—soft and sweet and familiar. When she pulled back, her eyes had that mischievous gleam that always meant trouble.

"Though not as good as watching you take his cock for the first time."

My cock jerked, heat flooding my face. It wasn't like we hadn't discussed this, hadn't spent hours on video calls outlining every filthy thing we wanted to try once we were reunited. But hearing it stated so bluntly made it all too real.

Caleb's breath hitched, his hand stilling on my cock.

"Julian?"

His voice was careful, controlled.

"Is that something you still want?"

I swallowed hard, arousal warring with nerves.

"Yes,"

I managed, surprised by the steadiness of my own voice.

"Fuck yes."

Nisha's smile turned wicked. She rolled away from us, reaching into the nightstand drawer to produce a bottle of lube that was a little intimidating in size.

"I came prepared,"

she announced, tossing it onto the bed between us.

Caleb caught it with his free hand, examining the label with raised eyebrows.

"Industrial size? Ambitious."

"Call it optimism."

Nisha settled onto her side, propped on one elbow, watching us with hungry eyes.

"Julian has something to tell you, don't you, babe?"

The flush that had started in my cheeks traveled down my neck, spreading across my chest. I'd never felt more exposed, more vulnerable than in that moment—and we were all in sleep clothes.

"I, uh..."

I swallowed again, mouth dry.

"I prepped. Nish got all the supplies, and this morning…"

Caleb's pupils dilated, his breath catching.

"You did what now?"

"I wanted to be ready."

The words tumbled out in a nervous rush.

"In case... in case you wanted to."

"You fingered yourself open and cleaned yourself,"

Caleb clarified, his voice dropping to a register that made my spine tingle.

"Thinking about me? About this?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice anymore. In the shower, hot water pounding my back, I'd worked myself open with slick fingers, imagining they were his, preparing myself for what I hoped would come.

"Show me,"

he demanded.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I rolled onto my stomach, then pushed up to my hands and knees. I felt Caleb shift behind me, his body heat radiating as he positioned himself. Then his hands were on me, sliding my boxers down over my hips, exposing me completely. I buried my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by the dueling sensations of embarrassment and arousal.

"Look at you,"

he murmured, one finger trailing down my spine to the cleft of my ass.

"So beautiful."

Nisha moved closer, her hand finding my hair, stroking her fingers through it.

"You are,"

she agreed.

"Both of you."

Caleb's hands spread me open, and I felt his breath against my most intimate place.

"You did prep,"

he observed, one fingertip circling my hole.

"But not enough."

I jerked at the first press of his lubed finger, the cold gel a shocking contrast to his body heat. Despite my efforts the night before, the intrusion burned a little, my body instinctively tightening.

"Relax,"

he soothed, his free hand massaging the small of my back.

"Breathe for me, Jules. Let me in."

The childhood nickname, spoken in that commanding tone, undid something in me. I exhaled slowly, releasing the tension in my muscles, and felt his finger slip deeper.

"That's it,"

he praised.

"God, you're tight."

I whimpered, unable to form coherent thoughts as he started moving, shallow thrusts that gradually loosened me. When he added a second finger, the stretch was more intense, bordering on uncomfortable until he curled both digits and—

"Fuck!"

I nearly came off the bed, unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that shot through me.

"What the—"

"There it is,"

he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. He pressed again, more deliberately this time, and I saw stars.

“You’re very responsive.”

"Prostate,"

Nisha supplied as if I wasn't aware of human anatomy. Her fingers still stroked my hair, grounding me as Caleb systematically took me apart from the inside.

"I know what my fucking prostate is,"

I managed, the words ending on a moan as Caleb worked a third finger into me. "Oh god."

"Sensitive,"

Caleb observed, continuing his merciless assault on that bundle of nerves.

"I'm going to enjoy making you come untouched someday. I bet you can."

He leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back as he spoke into my ear.

"I want to feel you come around my cock."

My entire body shuddered at his words. I turned my head, seeking Nisha, needing to see her face. She was watching us with parted lips, eyes dark with arousal, one hand having found its way beneath her sleep shirt.

"Kiss me,"

I pleaded.

She complied, scooting closer until her lips met mine. The kiss was messy, desperate, my concentration fractured by Caleb's continued ministrations behind me. His fingers stretched me wider, working deeper, preparing me for what was to come. I reached for Nisha, finding the hem of her shirt and shoving it up to expose her breasts.

"Let me,"

I gasped against her mouth.

"Need to make you feel good too."

My fingers found her already wet, swollen with arousal—by now I knew that watching Caleb and I together drove her crazy and got her so worked up—as I slipped two inside her, thumb circling her clit the way I knew she liked. She moaned into my mouth, hips rolling to meet my touch.

"I'm ready,"

I told Caleb, voice breaking as he curled his fingers once more. "Please."

I heard the shifting of the mattress as Caleb positioned himself behind me. His fingers withdrew, leaving me empty for agonizing seconds before something much larger pressed against my entrance. He was hot and hard and oh-so-big.

It was impossible.

"Breathe,"

he reminded me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself.

"Bear down slightly, it helps."

I followed his instructions, focused on my breathing as the blunt head of his cock breached me. The stretch was intense, burning despite the preparation, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. But he was inside me. There was something so erotic about that that it became all I cared about.

"Still okay?"

Caleb asked, stilling when just the head was inside. His voice was strained with the effort of restraint.

"Yes,"

I managed.

"Don't stop."

He pushed forward slowly, inch by careful inch, until I felt his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, unlike anything I'd experienced before—not painful anymore, but intense in a way that made it hard to think.

"Julian"

he breathed, leaning over me again, lips pressing against my shoulder.

"You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

I turned my head, seeking his mouth, needing to kiss him in this moment of profound connection. Our lips met in an awkward, desperate clash that somehow felt more intimate than the fact that he was inside me.

"Move,"

I begged against his mouth.

"Please, Caleb. Need to feel you."

He straightened up, hands gripping my hips as he withdrew almost completely before sliding back in. The drag of his cock inside me sent shivers up my spine, my body adjusting to accommodate him. By the third thrust, the burn had transformed into something else—a pleasure so acute it bordered on pain.

I'd lost track of Nisha until I felt her shift to position herself beside me, her face level with mine as she lay on her back. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown as she watched my expressions.

"You look wrecked,"

she whispered, cupping my face in her hands.

"In the best possible way."

"Feel wrecked,"

I confessed, my words punctuated by Caleb's increasingly confident thrusts.

"Feels so good, Nish. So fucking good."

She kissed me, swallowing my moans as Caleb found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Then she was wiggling out of her panties, spreading her legs.

"Touch me,"

she commanded, guiding my hand between her thighs.

"I want to come while I watch him fuck you."

I tried to focus on pleasuring her, really I did. But Caleb chose that moment to shift his angle, and his cock hit perfectly. My whole body convulsed, a sound I'd never heard myself make tearing from my throat.

"There it is,"

he said, satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He maintained the angle, hitting that spot with unerring accuracy on every thrust.

"God, the way you tighten around me when I do that."

My arms trembled, threatening to give out as pleasure built at the base of my spine. My cock hung heavy between my legs, untouched but leaking steadily onto the sheets. Every drive of Caleb's hips sent me closer to the edge, a coiling tension that begged for release.

"Caleb," I gasped.

"gonna come if you keep—"

"Not yet,"

he interrupted, his hand reaching around to wrap around the base of my cock, squeezing just hard enough to stave off my orgasm.

"Not until you're inside Nisha. She needs you, too, baby."

I whimpered, glancing towards my wife, who shot me a wicked smile. She was so beautiful, and an intense wave of love for her made me shudder against Caleb. I had him because of her, and he was right. I couldn’t forget her needs.

"Can you hold on?"

he asked, more gently now. "For her?"

I nodded, unwilling to disappoint either of them.

"Good man,"

Caleb praised, slowing his pace slightly, giving me room to breathe.

"Because I'm not stopping. Going to fill you up. Been wanting this for so fucking long."

His thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged against my back. I could feel the moment he lost control, his body tensing as he drove deep one final time, cock pulsing inside me as he came with a hoarse shout of my name.

For several heartbeats, none of us moved, caught in the aftershocks of Caleb's climax. Then he carefully withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. Before I could mourn the loss, he was guiding me onto my back.

"Nisha turn,"

he said, his voice rough with spent passion as he leaned down to kiss me.

“Make your wife come as hard as I just came.”

My entire body shuddered at his words. Nisha moved to straddle me, positioning herself over my aching erection. She sank down slowly, enveloping me in her tight, wet heat.

"Oh fuck,"

I gasped, overwhelmed by sensation.

“Baby, I love you so much.”

My ass was still sensitive from Caleb's attention, and the contrast of now being the one penetrating was mind-bending.

Nisha began to move, rising and falling on my cock with practiced ease. I grabbed her hips, helping to guide her movements, but I was so close already, teetering on the edge from Caleb's thorough fucking.

"Not going to last,"

I warned, voice strangled.

"You don't have to,"

Nisha assured me, grinding down harder.

"Just need you."

Caleb moved to kneel beside us, kissing her as she fucked me, his hands roaming over her body, then down between her legs, flicking her clit as he coaxed her to ride me harder.

"Thank you,"

he said to her, his voice thick with emotion.

"For bringing us together. For sharing him with me."

She threw her head back, pleasure washing over her features as Caleb's fingers worked their magic.

The sight of them together, of Caleb touching my wife while his release still leaked from me, was too much. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, vision whiting out as I emptied myself inside Nisha with a hoarse cry. She followed moments later, her inner walls pulsing around me, milking every last drop as Caleb continued to kiss her.

He lifted her off of my spent body, then shoved her onto her back on the mattress, burying his face in her pussy and licking up every last drop of my cum as she writhed beneath him, gripping his head tightly to her.

They were so fucking beautiful that I felt my heart swell in a way that made it all feel just a little less impossible.