Page 4 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Lila

The rest of the day went just as badly, and between Nick, the tiny cabin, and the throng of tourists around every corner, I couldn't find a moment alone with my husband. And again, I woke to the gentle pressure of Connor's morning wood nudging against my ass, his breath hot against my neck as his arms tightened around me.

My body responded instantly, a slick heat blooming between my thighs despite the warning bells clanging in my head.

"Connor,"

I hissed, even as I pressed back against the impressive length of him.

"Nick is going to wake up again."

"Mmm."

He slid his hand beneath my sleep shirt, fingers skimming over my stomach to cup my breast.

"We'll have to be very, very quiet this time."

His thumb circled my nipple, drawing it into a tight peak as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot below my ear. The throbbing between my legs intensified as Connor's other hand slipped beneath the elastic of my sleep shorts, cupping me boldly.

"Fuck, Lila,"

he murmured, voice rough with approval.

"You're soaked."

I bit my lip to keep from moaning as his fingers traced my folds with practiced precision.

"We shouldn't,"

I whispered, even as I widened my legs to give him better access.

"The curtain isn't even—"

"Closed all the way?"

Connor finished, a dangerous edge to his voice as his fingers slid inside me. "I know."

My eyes darted to the gap in the curtain, which seemed to be even wider than it had been the night before. Through it, I could make out Nick's sleeping form on the twin bed — the strong line of his shoulders, one arm flung above his head, the sheet tangled around his hips. My stomach tightened with something that wasn't entirely anxiety. My husband’s best friend had an amazing body.

"He's asleep,"

Connor assured me, though the throb of his cock against my ass told me he wasn't entirely opposed to the risk.

"And you need this. We both do."

He wasn't wrong. The tension had been building since we'd arrived at the cabin yesterday, discovering that our romantic getaway with Connor's best friend tagging along was going to be far more intimate than any of us had anticipated. The cabin, while adorable with its coastal décor and modern touches, was useless for privacy.

Connor's fingers worked magic between my legs, circling my clit before dipping inside again, setting a rhythm that had my hips moving of their own accord. When he withdrew his hand, I nearly whimpered in protest until I felt him shift behind me, tugging my shorts down just enough to expose my ass.

"Connor,"

I breathed, equal parts warning and plea.

"Shhh."

The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sending sparks racing up my spine.

"Let me take care of you."

He entered me with agonizing slowness, one thick inch at a time, until I was stuffed full and fighting not to moan loud enough to wake the dead – or worse, Nick. My hands fisted in the sheets as Connor began to move, each measured thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Talk dirty to me,”

I whispered, desperate for him to embrace his dominant side, to pin me down, say filthy things to me, and just take me.

"God, you feel good,"

he whispered, his hand sliding around to rub circles against my clit.

"Needy girl. So fucking tight."

I turned my face into the pillow to muffle the sounds I couldn't hold back, hyperaware of Nick's presence just beyond that flimsy curtain. The forbidden nature of it – fucking while Connor's best friend slept mere feet away – sent an unexpected thrill through me that intensified every sensation.

Connor's pace increased, his breath coming faster against my neck.

"You like this,"

he observed, voice thick with arousal.

"Having to be quiet. Knowing he could wake up."

Before I could deny it, my gaze drifted again to the gap in the curtain – and locked with a pair of dark brown eyes that were very much awake.

Nick lay perfectly still, watching us through the gap in the curtain. In the dim morning light, I could see the rise and fall of his chest, faster than it should be for someone just waking. The sheet had slipped lower, revealing the defined planes of his abdomen, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the white cotton. My breath caught as I noticed the unmistakable tent forming beneath that sheet.

Nick was hard. Nick was watching us fuck, and he was hard.

I should have been horrified. I should have shoved Connor away, pulled the curtain closed, and died of embarrassment. Instead, heat flooded my core, my pussy clenching around Connor's cock so suddenly that he grunted in surprise.

"Fuck, babe, what—"

He followed my gaze to the gap in the curtain and stilled for just a heartbeat before a quiet, wicked laugh rumbled through his chest. Rather than pulling away, he shifted us both, pulling me tighter against him as he thrust deeper.

"Morning, Nick,"

Connor said, his voice casual as if he wasn't buried inside me to the hilt.

"Dorm rules?"

Nick's eyes widened fractionally, but instead of the embarrassed retreat I expected, a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his usually reserved features into something predatory.

"Bringing back dorm rules? I guess so."

His hand trailed down to his stomach, then wrapped around the bulge of his erection.

Connor laughed, the sound vibrating through my back.

"Can't blame a man for taking advantage when his wife looks this good in the morning."

His hand slid up to cup my breast through my thin sleep shirt, and I gasped, caught between mortification and a shocking pulse of arousal.

Nick's gaze tracked the movement, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Can't blame you at all."

His voice was rough with sleep and something else entirely.

I should have put a stop to this madness. Instead, I found myself arching into Connor's touch, silently begging him not to stop. An exhibitionist streak I never knew I had flared to life under Nick's hungry gaze.

"You still like to watch, Nick?"

Connor asked, his hips still moving in slow, deep thrusts that made coherent thought increasingly difficult.

Nick's hand disappeared beneath the sheet, and the rhythmic movement left little doubt about what he was doing.

“Apparently, I do,"

he replied, his eyes never leaving my face.

The tension in the room thickened until it was almost tangible, charged with possibility and forbidden desire. Connor's lips brushed my ear again.

"Show him your tits,"

he whispered, the words sending a jolt straight to my core.

"He wants to see them."

I hesitated, hovering on the knife's edge of a boundary I'd never considered crossing.

"It's okay,"

Connor murmured, his hand sliding down to where we were joined, fingers circling my clit.

"Only if you want to."

Nick shifted on his bed, his hand moving to the curtain. For one wild moment, I thought he was going to close it, restoring the pretense of privacy. Instead, he pulled it wider, fully revealing himself to us. The sheet had slipped lower, and I could see just how big his cock was. There was a wet spot on his boxer briefs.

"I'd love to see them,"

Nick said, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it.

"That little sundress you had on yesterday was killing me. If that's okay with both of you."

The look in his eyes — desire mixed with a question — was what tipped me over. I nodded once, unable to form words as Connor withdrew from me only long enough to help me onto my knees. He positioned himself behind me, strong thighs bracketing mine as he guided me back onto his cock with a groan of satisfaction.

"Show him,"

Connor urged, his hands at my waist.

With shaking fingers, I gripped the hem of my sleep shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the bed beside us. The cool air pebbled my nipples instantly, or perhaps it was the heat in Nick's gaze as he took in my naked breasts.

"Jesus,"

Nick breathed, shoving his boxers down without ceremony.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Lila."

His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. My mouth went dry at the sight of it – longer than Connor's, with a prominent vein running its length. Nick wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watched us.

Connor pulled me back against his chest, impaling me fully on his cock as his hands came up to cup my breasts. I moaned as he squeezed them together, presenting them to Nick like an offering.

"Look at how perfect she is,"

Connor said, his voice tight with arousal.

"These perfect tits, this drenched pussy stretching around my cock."

He pinched my nipples, and I cried out, the sound far too loud in the small cabin. But decorum was a distant concern now as Connor began to thrust in earnest, his hands manipulating my body for Nick's viewing pleasure – and my own overwhelming arousal.

"That's it,"

Nick encouraged, his hand moving faster on his impressive length.

"Fuck her harder. Make her tits bounce."

Connor complied, adjusting our position so that Nick could see everything – my breasts swaying with each thrust, Connor's cock disappearing inside me. I should have felt exposed, objectified, but instead I felt powerful, desired. Two men wanting me, watching me, getting off on me.

"Touch yourself,"

Nick suggested, his eyes locked on where Connor's fingers dug into my hips.

"Let me see you play with your clit while he fucks you."

Without hesitation, I slid my hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit. The first touch nearly buckled my knees — I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life.

"Fuck, that's hot,"

Nick groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip as his hand worked furiously.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Lila."

Connor leaned forward, changing the angle to hit that perfect spot inside me.

"You like this?"

he asked, voice husky in my ear.

"Like having Nick watch you take my cock? Like watching him stroke that big dick while he looks at your tits?"

"Yes,"

I gasped, abandoning pretense, my body quivering as another thrust hit just the right spot.

"Would you suck his cock if I let you?"

Connor's question shocked me, but not as much as my immediate, visceral response to the idea – my pussy clenching hard around him.

"Would you wrap those pretty lips around him while I fuck you from behind?"

The image he painted sent me hurtling toward the edge. Nick seemed equally affected, his breathing ragged as he watched us.

"She's close,"

Connor told Nick, as if narrating for his benefit.

"Look at her – flushed all down her chest, nipples hard as fucking diamonds."

His fingers replaced mine at my clit, rubbing quick, tight circles.

"Come for us, Lila. Show Nick how pretty you are when you come on my cock."

It was too much — the physical sensation of his thrusts deep inside me, the dirty talk, the intensity of Nick's gaze. The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, washing away everything but pure, blinding pleasure. I cried out, my body convulsing around Connor's cock as wave after wave crashed through me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

Connor chanted, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls spasmed around him.

"I'm gonna come, baby."

He thrust deep one final time, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself inside me with a guttural groan. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I watched Nick's face contort in ecstasy, his back arching as thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest.

For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin was our collective heavy breathing. Reality began to seep back in as the endorphins faded, leaving me suddenly, acutely aware of my nakedness – and of what we'd just done.

Nick was the first to move, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean himself up, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with his orgasm.

"I, uh... sorry,"

he mumbled, looking anywhere but at us.

"I should have... the curtain..."

He stumbled to his feet, retreating to the bathroom with a hasty apology that was cut off by the closing door.

Connor eased out of me, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. He fell back against the pillows, an arm flung over his eyes as a disbelieving laugh escaped him.

"Holy shit. I can't believe we just did that."