Page 39 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Tristan

I woke late in the afternoon to filtered sunlight, and the scent of skin warmed by sleep. I never slept during the day, and in any other circumstances, it would have thrown me into a spiral of guilt and anxiety.

But with Juniper and Marco, work was the last thing on my mind. I'd made a few calls, but Gemma had assured me she had it handled.

I forced myself to trust my cousin, because the other option was untenable. The other option meant heading back to Bath, and letting this end before it had really started. And I knew that there was more to come. My body was heavy with satisfaction, muscles loose in ways I couldn't remember experiencing. Juniper lay curled against my left side, her curls tickling my shoulder, while Marco's solid presence anchored my right.

The light streaming through mullioned windows painted everything in shades of gold and amber. The ruins of my crochet creation lay scattered across the floor like evidence of transformation, but I didn't care about the destroyed hours of work. I had the memory of Juniper writhing beneath me, wrapped up and on display in my yarn. My mind was already spinning through sinful ways I could craft something that would display her body just for us.

"Mmm,"

Juniper murmured against my chest, her lips brushing skin that was still hypersensitive from last night's discoveries.

"What time is it?"

I glanced toward the ornate clock on the nightstand, though the numbers seemed less important than the weight of her head on my shoulder.

"Just past two."

She lifted her head to study my face, those dark eyes searching for something I wasn't sure I could name. There were faint circles under her eyes that spoke of a restless night, but her smile was soft and satisfied.

"No regrets?"

she asked.

"None."

Marco stirred beside me, his movements lazy and unguarded in ways that made my chest tight. His hair was mussed from sleep and sex, dark strands falling across his forehead in patterns that made my fingers itch to smooth them back. When he stretched, muscles rippling, I caught myself staring at the play of light across his shoulders. At his tattoos.

I'd never been with a man before, but fuck was he tempting.

"That was a nice nap,"

he said, his voice rougher than usual with sleep. The sound sent heat curling through my belly, an automatic response that should have surprised me but somehow didn't.

Marco was beautiful. Not in the soft, luscious way I appreciated in women, but in a way that was purely masculine. He was all hard lines, lean muscle and confidence. He had the kind of masculine grace that only came when a guy was comfortable in his own skin. When had I started noticing men this way? When had the architecture of male bodies become something that made my mouth water?

Maybe always. Maybe I just hadn't wanted to acknowledge it. The way I looked at actors in films just as often as I looked at actresses. The way I enjoyed the physicality, the raw, filthy masculine energy of sports, more than I enjoyed the game itself.

His knee brushed against my thigh under the rumpled sheets. It was a casual contact that shouldn't have meant anything, but it sent electricity racing up my spine, made my breath catch. The touch was innocent and accidental, but my body responded like he'd deliberately stroked my cock.

Marco's dark eyes found mine, and something flickered there. Recognition, maybe. Understanding. Like he'd felt the same spark of contact, the same involuntary response.

"You two are thinking too hard,"

Juniper observed, amusement threading through her voice.

"I can practically hear the gears turning."

She pushed herself up to a seated position. The sheet fell away to reveal her lovely breasts as she crossed her legs and leaned forward and stroked her husband's cheek.

"Maybe you should just kiss,"

she continued, that mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"See what it's like without me as a buffer. Marco is bi, you know."

The suggestion hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt my pulse kick against my throat. Kiss Marco. Find out what his mouth tasted like. What a man's mouth felt like.

Marco's expression shifted, vulnerability replacing the easy confidence I'd grown accustomed to. He looked younger suddenly, uncertain in ways that made something protective stir in my chest.

"I'd love to kiss you."

The quiet, plainly worded admission tore something open in my chest.

"I hope that's okay,"

he continued, dark eyes searching my face for a reaction.

"I mean, I'm happy if you're just into Juniper. More than happy. But I was hoping..."

He trailed off, then seemed to gather courage. "That's how we knew you were for us. Juni and I were both drawn to you from the moment we met. From the moment we saw you across that hotel lobby."

Both of them. Not just her.

"Tristan?"

Juniper's voice was gentle, concerned, and she reached out and stroked my chin.

"You okay?"

I was staring at Marco like he'd just solved some complex equation I'd been struggling with for years. Because he’d named the thing I'd been too afraid to acknowledge, given shape to a desire I'd buried so deep I'd convinced myself it didn't exist.

I was bisexual. I was into both men and women. And it should have been obvious to me from the start.

My last defenses crumbled like ancient walls finally succumbing to time and weather.

I reached out with trembling fingers, tracing the sharp line of Marco's jaw with a touch that was reverent and desperate. His skin was warm, slightly rough with morning stubble that scraped against my palm in ways that made my cock twitch with interest.

"I've never,"

I started, then stopped. The admission felt too large for words.

"That's okay,"

Marco said softly, leaning into my touch like he'd been waiting for permission.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want."

"Have you?"

Marco smiled.

"Not in a long time. Juniper and I have been together since college. So I'll be exploring just as much as you, in a way. If that’s what you want."

I did. I wanted it with an intensity that made my chest tight and my breathing shallow. Having her wasn’t enough. My body ached for him, too. For the taste of his mouth, the solid weight of his body pressed against mine, for the sounds he'd make when I touched his cock for the first time.

I leaned forward, closing the space between us in a motion that felt as inevitable as gravity. When our lips met, when I finally tasted Marco's mouth, every carefully constructed boundary I'd ever built turned to ash.

He tasted like a man, like possibility. His lips were warm and sure against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration rather than desperate claiming, but when his tongue swept against my lower lip, when he made a soft sound of appreciation that vibrated through both our bodies, something wild and hungry roared to life in my chest.

"Fuck,"

I whispered, the word emerging without conscious permission.

"Good fuck or bad fuck?"

Juniper asked, laughter threading through her voice.

"Because from here it looked pretty damn sexy."

I looked at her, then back at Marco, feeling like I'd just discovered a new color in the spectrum of human experience.

"Definitely good fuck."

Juniper slid a hand down her legs, her eyes hot with need.

"Then, by all means, continue. I'm enjoying the show."

We stared at each other for an instant before desperate need consumed rational thought. Marco's hands fisted in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss with the kind of hungry possession that made my blood rush to my core. Our tongues met and tangled, tasting and claiming with an urgency that spoke of months of suppressed desire finally given permission.

My analytical mind—the careful processor that had governed every decision for thirty-two years—switched off the way it had with Juniper last night. In its place was pure animal want, the kind of primal hunger that reduced everything to sensation and need. Marco's mouth was hot and demanding against mine, his teeth scraping my lower lip, marking me. Claiming me.

We rolled across the creaky mattress like we were wrestling, and maybe we were. We were fighting for dominance, all hard planes of muscle and desperately grasping hands. Though in the end, I knew I’d happily go to my knees for him and offer he wanted.

Marco's chest pressed against mine, the dark hair dusting his pectorals, creating friction that made me groan into his mouth. When he pinned my wrists above my head, when his hips ground against mine with deliberate pressure, I bucked beneath him like a wild thing.

"Holy shit,"

Juniper breathed, her voice thick with appreciation.

"You two are hot as hell together. Look at you—can't get enough of each other."

Her commentary sent fresh heat racing through my veins. I'd never been watched before, never had someone catalog my responses with such obvious enjoyment. The knowledge that she was drinking in every desperate movement, getting off to every bitten-off moan, made the experience somehow more intense.

Marco released my wrists to map the territory of my chest with reverent hands, fingers tracing patterns on skin that felt hypersensitive to every touch. When his palms found my nipples, when he pinched and rolled them between calloused fingers, I arched off the bed with a sound that was pure desperation.

"Fuck, you're responsive,"

he murmured against my throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin just below my ear.

"I love how you sound when I touch you. I’ve been dreaming about this. About having you under me, making you fall apart."

The dirty talk should have embarrassed me, should have triggered some protective mechanism that restored proper boundaries. Instead, it made my cock throb against his hip, made me thrust upward seeking friction he was deliberately withholding.

"Please,"

I gasped, the word torn from my throat without conscious permission.

"Marco, please."

His laugh was dark and knowing.

"Please what? Tell me what you want, Tristan. Use your words."

But words had abandoned me entirely. I could only writhe beneath him, chasing the contact he gave and withdrew with maddening precision. When he shifted position, when his mouth found the hollow of my throat and sucked hard enough to leave marks, I thought I might come from the sensation alone.

"I've been dreaming about your cock in my mouth,"

he whispered against my collarbone, the confession making my entire body shudder.

"About making you scream my name while I suck you off. Want to taste you, want to feel you lose control on my tongue."

The words hit like physical blows, each syllable sending shockwaves through my nervous system. No one but Marco and Juniper had ever reduced me to base need with nothing but promises and teeth against sensitive skin.

Marco began kissing his way down my chest, his mouth hot and wet as he worked lower. He paused at each nipple, sucking and biting until I was writhing beneath him, then continued his downward journey with deliberate slowness. His teeth scraped my ribs, my stomach, marking his territory with a possessive hunger that made rational thought impossible.

"Look at these marks,"

Juniper said, running a small, warm hand down my chest.

"He's claiming you, baby. Making sure everyone knows you belong to us now."

The idea of belonging to these two beautiful people sent me spiraling toward the edge before Marco had even reached his destination. When his breath finally ghosted across the head of my cock, when he looked up at me, eyes full of promise.

"Beautiful,"

he murmured, his fingers wrapping around my shaft with firm pressure.

"So thick and hard for me. I can't wait to taste you."

The first touch of his tongue against my tip made me cry out loud enough to echo off the oak-paneled walls. Hot and wet and impossibly skilled, he traced patterns that pulled all of my focus to his mouth. He sealed his lips around the head and sucked. When his tongue swirled, I gripped the sheets hard enough to tear them.

"Fuck!"

I shouted, my hips thrusting upward involuntarily.

"Marco, fuck, that feels—"

He took me deeper, inch by devastating inch, until I could feel the back of his throat against my tip. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat and suction and the obscene sounds of his mouth working my cock with obvious skill and enthusiasm.

His cheeks hollowed as he sucked harder, creating pressure that made my toes curl against the mattress. When he pulled back with a wet pop, when he licked from base to tip like I was his favorite treat, I nearly came.

"Do you want a turn?"

he asked, moving up to kiss his wife, then me, with lips that tasted of my cock.

The suggestion made my stomach clench with nerves. I'd never even considered sucking another man off. But there was something about the hunger in Marco's eyes, the way his erection jutted proudly, leaking between us, that made me want to try.

"I don't know what I'm doing,"

I admitted, the words coming out rougher than intended.

“But you want to,”

Juniper said, grinning.

“Yeah.”

The admission came out gruffer than I’d intended.

"It’s okay,"

he said gently, positioning himself so I could reach him comfortably.

"Just follow instinct. Think about what you like on your own cock. I'll tell you what feels good."

His cock was beautiful, thick and flushed, veins standing out in relief against his tan skin. He was brown where I was pink, uncut where I was circumcised. When I wrapped my hand around the base, when I felt the weight and heat of him in my palm, something primitive and possessive stirred in my chest. I pulled back his foreskin and gasped softly as I saw the bulbous head leaking pre-cum. I did that to him.

The first taste was revelation. Salt and skin and something musky and uniquely him that made my mouth water for more. I licked tentatively at first, exploring the ridge of his head with careful attention. When he groaned above me, when his fingers tangled gently in my hair, I grew bolder. I enjoyed being pulled in close and forced to take him.

"Fuck, just like that,"

he encouraged, his voice tight with restraint.

"Use your tongue on the underside. Yes, right there. Perfect."

Juniper moaned, and I glanced her way to find her fingers buried in her pussy, her eyes hooded.

“Watching you two suck each other is so sexy,”

she whimpered. With his spare hand, Marco reached for her, rubbing her clit and making her buck beneath him. And I bobbed my head, wanting to please her with the sight of her husband’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I followed his guidance eagerly, learning what made him moan, what made his hips jerk with an involuntary movement. When I took him into my mouth properly, until his cock head hit the back of my throat, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked the way I'd seen him do to me. The sound he made was pure worship.

"So good,"

he panted, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"Your mouth feels incredible, Tristan. Natural talent."

The praise coupled with the sensation of his hardness filling me sent heat flooding through my veins, made me work him with renewed enthusiasm. I might have been inexperienced, but I was a quick learner when properly motivated. Each gasp and moan from above spurred me to try new techniques, to see how deep I could take him, how much pleasure I could wring from his body.

Juniper shifted closer, her soft hands roaming down my back and over my ass until she found her prize: my cock and balls.

"Look at you two,"

she murmured, her voice thick with arousal as she stroked me with soft, gentle hands.

"So beautiful together. Can you sixty-nine?"

With gentle guidance, we shifted until we were aligned on our sides, with my cock in front of his mouth and his cock in front of mine.

The position was overwhelming.

Marco's skilled mouth worked my cock while I struggled to focus on returning the favor.

We moved together with increasing desperation, each trying to drive the other over the edge first.

When Marco's fingers found my balls, when he rolled them gently while his tongue worked magic on my shaft, I nearly lost all coordination.

I yanked my lips off of him, whimpering.

"I'm going to come," I warned.

His response was to double his efforts, sucking harder while Juniper’s fingers tugged at my balls and traced the sensitive skin behind my balls.

The combination sent me hurtling over the edge with enough force to make my vision blur, my release flooding his mouth.

I dove for his cock, sucking desperately, this time with no finesse.

All I wanted was to drink him down and lick him clean, and the need consumed my entire being.

It wasn’t long before his cock pulsed against my tongue, filling my mouth with the salty taste of cum as he came with a muffled shout, his mouth still around me.

A week ago I might have expected to be disgusted by it, but I loved it, and I lapped up every drop I could find, gently nursing his softening cock to make sure I had it all.

We lay there afterward, breathing hard and boneless with satisfaction, and I couldn't stop myself from gently kissing his cock and balls, thanking him.

Marco's tongue gentled against my oversensitive cock, cleaning me with a tender care that made my chest tight with emotion.

"That was incredible,"

I managed when I could speak again.

"Mmm,"

Marco agreed, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh.

"You're a natural."

"Okay, that was so sexy,"

Juniper said, and we looked up to see her sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep inside herself.

It was the most delicious sight I could imagine, and we crawled over to her, making her squeal and giggle as we descended like wolves upon their prey, licking and sucking every inch of her gorgeous body, thanking her for letting us have each other, too.