Page 23 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Julian

I scattered rose petals across our bed, the cliché of it all making me laugh, then wonder if he’d take it the wrong way. Was it too romantic? Valentine's Day with my wife and our... what? Lover? Friend with benefits? The words felt inadequate, clinical labels for the fire Caleb had ignited in us. But I was still afraid to ask him to be more, despite Nisha’s constant nagging.

He'd be here in thirty minutes, flying in just for forty-eight hours before jetting back to London, and already my cock strained against my zipper at the thought of his hands, his mouth, the way he said my name when he came.

"Rose petals? Someone’s excited,"

Nisha said from the doorway, startling me. She leaned against the frame in that emerald lingerie set she'd come home with in December, the one she'd whispered was Caleb's choice while I fucked her that night, the one that made me remember what her pussy tasted like when he’d just come inside her. My mouth went dry at the sight of her — tan skin glowing against deep green lace, her curves accentuated by strategic cutouts that revealed glimpses of flesh I knew by heart but never tired of.

"Just making things perfect,"

I said, adjusting my glasses.

She crossed to me, pressing her body against mine as her fingers traced the line of my jaw.

"It's already perfect any time we’re together. All three of us."

My hands found her waist, the delicate lace rough beneath my palms as I pulled her closer.

"For forty-eight hours."

"Don't,"

she whispered against my lips.

"Don't count the minutes before they've even started. Especially when you won’t ask him to be more to us. My friend Lila and her—"

I held up a hand.

“We have to be gentle with him, to take it slow.”

“It’s been six months, Julian. I think we’re past taking it slow.”

She folded her arms over her chest.

“I think he feels the same. Don’t you?”

I claimed her mouth, silencing my own doubts with the familiar taste of her — mint toothpaste and that spiced tea she drank before bed. Her body melted against mine, soft where I was hard, yielding where I pushed. We'd been married for years, but kissing her still felt like discovering something precious and new, especially now, knowing what waited for us.

The doorbell rang.

We broke apart, both breathing harder than the brief kiss warranted. Nisha's eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper, something that made my chest ache with emotions I wasn't brave enough to name.

"Go get him,"

she said, pushing me toward the door.

"I'll wait here."

I stumbled down the stairs, my heart hammering against my ribs like a teenager on his first date. When I yanked open the front door, Caleb stood there with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a small gift bag in the other, his blond hair damp from the February drizzle, cheeks flushed from the cold or perhaps anticipation.

"Happy Valentine's Day,"

he said, fiddling with the bag in his hands.

"You made it,"

I replied stupidly, as if there had been any doubt.

"Of course I did."

His smile turned wicked.

"Wouldn't miss this for the world."

I pulled him inside, kicking the door shut behind him before pressing him against it, my mouth finding his with desperate hunger. He tasted like airport coffee and mint gum, his stubble rough against my skin. The champagne bottle pressed cold against my back where his hand had moved to pull me closer.

"Missed me, did you?"

he laughed against my lips when we broke apart.

"Shut up,"

I growled, taking the bottle and bag from him to set aside before helping him out of his wet coat.

"It’s been more than a month — since just after Christmas."

"Thirty-eight days,"

he corrected, hanging his coat on the hook by the door with familiar ease, as if he lived here. As if this was his home too. The thought scared me as much as it thrilled me.

"But who's counting?"

"Not me,"

I lied, leading him upstairs where Nisha waited.

When we entered the bedroom, Nisha had positioned herself on the bed, surrounded by the rose petals I'd scattered. Caleb's sharp intake of breath was gratifying — at least I wasn't the only one reduced to adolescent arousal at the sight of her.

"Hello, beautiful,"

he said, voice dropping an octave.

Nisha rose to her knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed with feline grace.

"Hello yourself, handsome. Bring me anything special?"

Caleb retrieved the gift bag I'd set on the dresser.

"Just a little something I thought you both might enjoy."

She opened it, gasping when she pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek remote control and what appeared to be a luxury vibrator in brushed platinum.

"It's controlled by an app,"

Caleb explained, his hand finding the small of my back as we both watched Nisha examine her gift.

"Thought it might be fun when I'm away. I can control it from anywhere with an internet connection. And—”

He pulled out a second box.

“There’s one for you, too.”

Heat flooded my body at the implication — Caleb pleasuring both of us from thousands of miles away, perhaps while on a video call, watching her come apart at his command while I touched her, tasted her, and his toy fucked up inside me.

"That's... fuck, that's hot,"

I admitted, turning to press my lips to his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

"My turn,"

Nisha declared, setting aside the vibrator to retrieve a small package from the nightstand drawer.

"For both of you."

Inside were matching leather bracelets, simple black bands with a subtle eternity knot worked into the design. I ran my thumb over the soft material, something expanding in my chest at the symbolism of it — three strands, woven together without beginning or end.

"So we're always connected,"

she explained, helping Caleb fasten his around his wrist before doing the same for me.

"Even when we're on different continents, you are both mine.”

I watched them together, these two beautiful people who had somehow become mine to touch, to taste, to... to what? To love? The word floated dangerously close to the surface, and I pushed it down, focusing instead on the physical — the way Nisha's hands tangled in Caleb's hair, the soft moan that escaped her as he deepened the kiss.

"Don't leave me out,"

I said, moving behind her to kiss the nape of her neck, my hands sliding around to cup her breasts through the delicate lace.

Caleb broke the kiss to meet my eyes over her shoulder, that familiar hungry look that never failed to make my cock throb.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Clothes fell away with increasing urgency — Caleb's sweater pulled over his head to reveal that lean torso I'd mapped with my tongue last month, my shirt unbuttoned by Nisha's nimble fingers, pants and underwear discarded until we stood naked before each other, three bodies humming with desire.

"On the bed,"

Nisha directed, her dominant side emerging as it often did in moments like these.

"I want to taste you both."

We obeyed without question, arranging ourselves on the rose-scattered sheets. I lay on my back, Caleb beside me, both of us watching as Nisha crawled between my legs, her hair falling forward to brush my thighs as she took me into her mouth without preamble.

"Fuck,"

I hissed, hips jerking at the wet heat of her tongue sliding along my length.

Caleb moved then, positioning himself so that his face was level with Nisha's ass, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart as he buried his face between her legs from behind. The sight of him eating my wife while she sucked my cock sent fire racing through my veins, but something was missing.

Without overthinking it, I reached for him, guiding his hips until his cock hung tantalizingly close to my face. He adjusted, understanding my intent immediately, and we formed a perfect circuit of pleasure — Nisha's mouth on me, Caleb's on her, and now, my lips touching the head of his cock for the first time.

I hesitated for just a moment, seized by the enormity of what I was about to do. But then Nisha moaned around my shaft as Caleb did something that made her shudder.

I opened my mouth, taking him in, wondering instantly why I’d never sucked his cock before.

His taste was familiar by now, the same salty tang I tasted on Nisha’s pussy every time he came inside her, but the sensation was new — the velvety skin stretched over hardness, the richness of salt-bitter taste of pre-cum landing directly on my tongue, the sheer size of him filling my mouth in a way that was both foreign and thrilling. I had no technique, no practiced moves to fall back on, just instinct and the memory of what felt good when done to me.

Caleb groaned against Nisha's pussy, the sound traveling through her body to vibrate around my cock as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently. His hips twitched, pushing deeper, and I relaxed my throat, taking more of him than I thought possible. My hand wrapped around what wouldn't fit, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.

We moved together like a single entity, the intensity of our shared connection amplified by the circle we'd created. When Nisha swirled her tongue around my head, I mimicked the motion on Caleb, and he did something to her that made her moan around my cock. Our breathing synced, our bodies adjusting to each other's rhythms without conscious thought.

Salt and skin and sweat and sex — the tastes blended together on my tongue as I grew more confident, more aggressive in my movements. The weight of him, the way he twitched when I hit a sensitive spot, the groan that rumbled through him when I swallowed around him — all of it sent blood rushing to my own cock, making me thrust deeper into Nisha's welcoming mouth.

"Fuck, Julian,"

Caleb gasped, lifting his head from between Nisha's thighs.

"Your mouth— God, you're a natural."

Pride surged through me at his words, spurring me to greater efforts. I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper, nose brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft as his cockhead teased against the back of my throat. I was greedy enough to want it all. The intimate scent of him filled my senses — clean sweat, faint traces of soap, and something uniquely Caleb that made my head swim.

Nisha pulled off me with a wet pop, looking over her shoulder at Caleb.

"He's always been good with his mouth,"

she said, her voice husky.

The praise from both of them sent heat flooding through me. I released Caleb reluctantly, gasping for air.

"I want more,"

I said, my voice rough from the unfamiliar use of my throat.

They exchanged a look laden with shared intent, some silent communication passing between them before Nisha climbed on top of him, positioning herself on her hands and knees over his cock.

"I want both of you,"

she said, looking back at us over her shoulder.

"Both of you inside me. Together."

Understanding dawned as Caleb grabbed her hips and thrust up into her in a rough movement that made her gasp. I positioned myself behind her, my hands spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her glistening pussy, already swollen and wet from Caleb's ministrations, stuffed with his thick cock.

I’d never get tired of looking at them joined like this. There was something so intimate and sexy about it.

“Fuck me, too, baby,”

she whined, leaning forward to give me access. But instead of entering her immediately, I ducked down, tasting her first, gathering her wetness on my tongue, kissing her inner thighs, licking his shaft as it slid in and out of her.

When I lifted my head, Caleb was kissing her fiercely.

I lined myself up with her entrance, and it felt impossible at first, like he was taking up all of the space. But then her body adjusted, and the head of my cock pressed in. She whimpered, and Caleb went still, holding her for me as I pushed inside with one long, slow thrust that all three of us groaned.

With him already inside her, she was so tight, so wet, and it was like I was fucking her, too.

I felt Caleb's cock slide against mine inside Nisha's tight pussy, the dual sensation of her silken walls and his rigid length creating friction unlike anything I'd ever experienced. We stayed like that for a bit, joined, barely moving as she whimpered between us, stuffed beyond full.

It took us a moment to find a rhythm, him pulling back as I pushed forward, our cocks dragging against each other with each stroke.

"Oh fuck,"

Nisha whimpered, her back arching as she pushed back against us.

"You're both so—so big—I can feel every inch—"

The sight of her stretched around both of us, taking us together, was almost too much to bear. Her pussy gripped us impossibly tight, the wetness increasing with each thrust until obscene squelching sounds filled the room along with our collective moans.

"You like that, baby?"

I growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

"Like feeling both your men inside you at once?"

"Yes,"

she sobbed, her arms trembling as she struggled to brace herself against the wild assault of both of our cocks.

"God yes—so full—"

Caleb reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her down for a bruising kiss while his hips worked in counterpoint to mine. I could feel his cock pulsing against mine, feel the way her inner walls fluttered and clenched around us both. The knowledge that we were sharing her most intimate place, fucking each other while driving each other wild, sent heat spiraling through my core.

"Fuck, the way you feel against me,"

Caleb groaned, his eyes meeting mine over Nisha's shoulder.

"So fucking good, Jules."

I leaned forward, bracing one hand beside his head while the other remained on Nisha's hip, creating a cage of our bodies around her. The new angle had me sliding deeper, my cock head brushing against that spot inside her that always made her scream.

"Right there,"

she gasped, her entire body tensing.

"Don't stop—please don't stop—fuck me."

We increased our pace, thrusting harder, faster, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of labored breathing and desperate moans. Sweat dripped down my chest, pooled in the small of my back as I drove into her again and again, feeling Caleb's cock rubbing against mine with each stroke.

"I can feel you both getting bigger,"

Nisha panted, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around us.

"Stretching me so good—fuck—I'm gonna—"

Her words dissolved into a high, keening wail as her first orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy contracted violently around our cocks, her thighs trembling, back arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. I held her hips, keeping her in place as Caleb and I continued to thrust through her climax, prolonging it until she collapsed against his chest, gasping for breath.

"Not done with you yet, love,"

Caleb murmured, pressing kisses along her collarbone.

"We're just getting started."

I slid my hand up her sweat-slicked back, relishing her shivers as our cocks remained buried deep inside her.

"Can you take more, baby? Can you come again for us?"

"Please,"

she whimpered, her voice wrecked and vulnerable.

"Don't stop fucking me. Don’t ever stop."

That was all the encouragement we needed. Caleb and I locked eyes, establishing a new rhythm—slower, deeper, more deliberate. Instead of alternating thrusts, we moved together now, both pushing in at the same time, stretching her wider, then withdrawing in unison until just our tips remained inside.

"Fuck, I can feel every ridge of your cock,"

Caleb groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

"The way you pulse against me—"

I reached down between us, my fingers finding Nisha's clit, circling it with firm pressure that made her jerk between us.

"And I can feel how your cock twitches every time she clenches around us."

Nisha was incoherent, a stream of broken pleas and curses falling from her lips as we filled her together, our combined girth stretching her pussy to its limits. Her wetness coated us both, dripping down onto Caleb's balls, making the glide smoother, hotter.

"More,"

she demanded, her hips rolling desperately to take us deeper.

"Harder—fuck me harder—"

We obliged, increasing our pace until the headboard slammed against the wall, the mattress creaking beneath our combined weight. The friction of Caleb's cock sliding against mine inside Nisha's tight heat was bringing me dangerously close to the edge.

"You feel so fucking good,"

I panted, leaning down to bite Nisha's shoulder, leaving marks that matched the ones Caleb had already placed on her neck.

"Both of you—god—"

Caleb's hand found mine where it braced beside his head, our fingers intertwining as we continued to thrust into Nisha's willing body. The simple intimacy of that touch, combined with the intense pleasure of our shared penetration, made my chest tighten with emotions I couldn't name.

"Look at her,"

Caleb murmured, his eyes fixed on Nisha's face contorted in ecstasy.

"Taking both our cocks like she was made for this, for us."

I slid my free hand from her clit to her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers as Caleb reached down to replace my touch on her swollen bud. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another peak, her inner walls fluttering around us.

"I'm gonna—fuck—I can't—"

she gasped, her entire body tensing as another orgasm built within her.

"That's it, baby,"

I encouraged, thrusting harder, feeling Caleb match my rhythm.

"Come for us again."

"So close,"

Caleb grunted, his cock swelling against mine inside her, the sensation short-circuiting my brain.

Nisha's body went rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream as her second orgasm hit with even greater force than the first. Her pussy clenched around us like a vise, rippling and contracting in waves that milked our cocks mercilessly. The sensation of her inner walls spasming around both of us, combined with Caleb's shaft throbbing against mine, was exquisite torture.

"Don't stop,"

I urged, feeling my own climax approaching fast.

"Keep fucking her through it."

We maintained our pace, driving into her oversensitive pussy as she shuddered between us, aftershocks of pleasure making her whimper and twitch. Her wetness increased, practically gushing around our cocks, the obscene squelching sounds growing louder with each thrust.

"Another,"

Caleb demanded, his fingers circling her clit with renewed vigor.

"One more, love. I know you can."

Nisha sobbed, her body trembling as we pushed her toward a third peak before the second had fully subsided.

"I can't—too much—"

"You can,"

I insisted, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"You're going to come again while both your men fill this pussy. Then we're going to flood you with our cum, mix it together inside you."

My filthy words pushed her over the edge once more, her third orgasm crashing through her with such intensity that she screamed, her entire body convulsing between us. The rhythmic contractions of her inner walls became too much to resist.

"I'm going to come,"

Caleb warned, his voice strained, fingers digging into her hip.

"Fuck, Julian—I can feel your cock—"

"Together,"

I gasped, our eyes locking over Nisha's sweat-slick back.

"Want to feel you fill her."

The connection between us intensified, something electric passing through our joined bodies as we drove into Nisha's spasming pussy one final time. I felt Caleb's cock swell against mine, felt the first hot jet of his release coating my shaft inside her. The sensation triggered my own orgasm, my vision blurring as pleasure exploded through me.

We came together, our cocks pulsing in perfect synchronicity, filling Nisha with wave after wave of our combined seed. I could feel each throb of Caleb's release against my own shaft, our cum mixing inside her as her inner walls continued to clench around us, drawing out every last drop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

Nisha chanted, her voice hoarse from screaming as she rode out the shared climax, her pussy shuddering around us. I felt every pulse of his cock against mine, felt the way his cum made the glide smoother, hotter.

As we both caught our breath, letting our cocks slip out of her, I missed him already. There was no way a few days a month would ever be enough. I needed him by our side always, but I didn’t know how to ask.

And I was scared shitless that I might do the one wrong thing that would make him disappear again. I had no idea how to keep him, how to convince him to stay.