Page 31 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Marco

We barely made it through our hotel room door before Juniper's mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pressed me against the heavy wooden door, her body molding to mine with desperate hunger. The taste of her—mint and desire and something wild—made my head spin as her tongue swept against mine.

"Fuck, Marco,"

she gasped against my lips, her hands already working at my belt buckle.

"Is it wrong for me to want him this much? We've barely talked to the man."

"Who cares? It's just a fantasy, and he's a sexy fantasy,"

I murmured. Her hands were tugging my shirt free, her mouth moving to my neck. I lifted her and carried her across the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against my bulge in a way that made my vision blur.

I dropped her onto the massive four-poster bed that sat in the middle of the room. Some rational part of my mind told me to be careful, to avoid damaging the antique bed, but my hands were already on her, shoving her sundress up her thighs. Her legs were warm and silky soft under my palms, and when I reached the edge of her panties, I could feel how wet she already was.

"Tell me what you're thinking,"

she whispered, her eyes dark with lust.

"Tell me what you want to do to him."

Her fingers found the front of my jeans, palming me through the fabric, the pressure adding to my need.

"I want to hear it. Want to know what my husband has been imagining. I could tell you were lost in a fantasy at that meeting."

I slid her panties down her legs, revealing the neat triangle of dark curls between her thighs. She was already glistening, her pussy swollen with arousal. The sight made my mouth water.

"I want to watch him fuck you,"

I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended as I leaned down and kissed her stomach, her inner thighs.

"To see that perfect control break when he slides inside your tight pussy."

I licked her clit, and her back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Yes. Do I get to suck you while he's fucking me?"

As I licked her, I shoved my jeans and underwear off, freeing my erection. The head was already slick with pre-cum. I lifted my head and met her eyes.

"Yes. But I want to see his face when you wrap those beautiful lips around his dick. To watch him lose his mind when you take him deep in your throat while I'm inside you."

She spread her legs wider, inviting me in, and I crawled forward and positioned myself at her entrance. But instead of thrusting inside, I teased her with the head of my cock, dragging it through her wetness in slow strokes that made us both gasp.

"You want to watch,"

she said, her voice breathless.

"But what about you? What do you want to do to him?"

The question hung between us like a loaded gun.

I slid inside her in one smooth thrust, both of us crying out at the sensation. She was so wet, so ready, that I had to slow down to keep from coming.

"Fuck, you feel incredible."

"Marco."

Her nails dug into my shoulders.

"Answer me. What do you want to do to Tristan?"

I began to move, slow, deep strokes that made her moan beneath me.

"I want to touch him,"

I admitted, the words torn from my chest.

"To run my hands over those broad shoulders. When you hugged him, could you feel all that muscle under his expensive suit?"

"Yes. His body is delicious."

Her pussy clenched around me as I spoke, her excitement obvious. "Tell me more."

"I want to kiss him. See if that perfect mouth tastes as good as it looks."

I picked up the pace, driving into her harder.

"And to wrap my hand around his dick, see how big he is."

"Oh god,"

she gasped, her hips rising to meet mine.

"Yes. That's so hot to imagine."

The image crashed through my mind: Tristan beneath me, those sharp green eyes wide with surprise and need as I worked him with my mouth. I could picture the moment his careful composure shattered, reduced to helpless gasps and desperate thrusts.

"I want to suck his cock."

The admission ripped free without permission.

"To share him with you, take turns seeing how deep we can take him, then kiss around his shaft until he begs to be allowed to come."

I leaned forward, capturing her lips, and as we slammed together, I was imagining his cock between our tongues, his moans of pleasure a soundtrack for our rough sex.

I lost control, slamming into her so hard that the bed shook, banging against the wall in a steady rhythm.

Juniper's response was immediate and overwhelming.

Her back arched off the bed, her inner walls clamping down around me like a vise as she came with a cry that probably echoed through the entire floor.

Her orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep inside her as my own climax tore through me.

"Holy shit,"

I gasped, carefully pulling out of her and collapsing beside her, breathing hard.

She turned to face me, her wild curls spread across the pillow as she tucked her arm under her head, reaching out with her free hand to trace her fingers over my chest.

"That was so hot. Imagining sharing him between us."

"But it's just fantasy, right?"

I asked, tracing lazy patterns on her hip.

"We can't really try to seduce Caleb's uptight brother."

Her smile was pure sin.

"Oh, we're going to try. The question is whether we can crack his perfect control without taking things too far."

"We have a history of taking things too far,"

I said with a laugh.

She shook her head and poked my chest.

"We need his consent to pursue him further than flirtation. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am. Well, I'm not sure this will work, but at least our trip to Bath is going to be interesting,"

I murmured.

Her laugh was low and wicked.

"At the very least."

She rolled onto her stomach, propped her chin on her hand, and stared down at me.

"Now, what should we do while we wait to find out if he's going to drive us to the countryside?"

"The guidebooks say there's a splendid view from the thermal spa upstairs. Especially at night."