Page 54 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Enzo

The Amalthea

The carpet pressed into my knees through the fabric of my dress pants, but I ignored the discomfort. My entire world had narrowed to the sight of Brian standing before me, that white towel hanging low on his hips, his chest still gleaming with drops of water from the shower.

Christ, he was beautiful; all lean muscle and controlled strength, his cock creating an obvious tent in the terry cloth that made my mouth water with anticipation.

His hands came up to cup my face, thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones with surprising gentleness. The touch sent shivers racing down my spine, and I found myself leaning into the contact like a cat seeking warmth.

"We're going to take our time."

His thumbs moved to my jaw, applying gentle pressure in small circles that made me realize how tense I'd been holding myself. The massage was unexpectedly intimate, more caring than I'd ever experienced with anyone else. Classic Brian, I supposed. Always so attentive.

"Relax. Let me show you what you need to know."

I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone dry. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure both he and Gemma could hear it. This was really happening. After years of wondering, of fantasizing about what it would be like to touch another man, to taste him, I was going to find out.

"I've never..."

I started, then stopped, feeling ridiculous. Of course I'd never. That was the whole fucking point.

Brian’s thumb traced my lower lip in a touch so light it was almost reverent.

"I know. That's what makes this perfect. You're going to be trained in what I like."

The promise in his voice sent heat pooling low in my stomach. My dress shirt felt too tight, my pants uncomfortably restrictive as my cock hardened. I could feel Gemma's eyes on us, watching our every move, and the knowledge that she was seeing me like this—vulnerable, desperate, about to do something I'd never done before—only made everything more intense.

"First thing is that you're in control of the pace. Don't try to be a porn star right out of the gate. Just... explore. Learn what I feel like, what I taste like."

My usual cockiness chose that moment to surface, probably as a defense against the vulnerability of the situation.

"How many cocks have you sucked? I mean, since you never get laid and all."

Brian's laugh was low and rough, sending vibrations through his chest that I could feel in the air between us.

"You have no idea,"

he said, echoing the words he'd used before when I'd teased him about his nonexistent sex life. But this time, instead of sounding defensive, his voice carried a dark amusement that made me wonder what secrets he'd been keeping.

"Wait. You mean you actually..."

"Let's just say I've had plenty of practice. Both giving and receiving. So trust me when I tell you what works."

Holy shit. Brian Casey, buttoned-up accountant, had been living a secret life as a slut? The knowledge should have been shocking, but instead it was incredibly fucking hot. All those times I'd teased him about being a virgin, he'd been out there getting his dick sucked by god knows how many people.

“You asked about my ab workout the other day.”

There was a teasing light in Brian’s eyes now.

“Let’s just say my favorite ab workout is…an intimate one.”

My mouth went dry, because all I could do now was picture Brian Casey’s gorgeous body as he fucked with wild abandon. “Shit.”

"Gemma. Come help him."

I heard her heels click across the marble floor, and then she was beside us, her presence warm and somehow reassuring. Her hand settled on my shoulder, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone through my shirt.

"What should I do?"

she asked, her voice breathier than usual.

Brian's hand moved to the knot of his towel, and I held my breath as he slowly pulled it free. The fabric fell to the floor with a soft whisper, and suddenly he was naked before me, his cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. He was bigger than I'd expected, thick and already leaking pre-cum that made my mouth water.

"Touch me,"

Brian said to Gemma.

"Show him what he's about to taste."

Gemma's hand moved without hesitation, her elegant fingers wrapping around Brian's shaft below the head. She stroked upward once, squeezing gently, and a pearl of clear fluid beaded at the tip. My breath caught in my throat as she collected it on her fingertip, then brought her hand to my face.

"Open,"

she whispered, and I obeyed without thinking.

She painted the pre-cum across my lips like the most expensive lip gloss, the taste salty and bitter but not unpleasant. My tongue darted out automatically, lapping it up, and the flavor exploded across my taste buds. It was Brian, distilled down to his most basic essence, and I wanted more.

Gemma’s fingers threaded through my hair, gentle and soothing.

"Good. That's perfect."

The praise sent heat spiraling through me, and I found myself pressing closer to Brian's cock, wanting to explore more. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, and I let him position me where he wanted me.

"Kiss it,"

he said softly.

"Just gentle kisses along the shaft. Get used to the feel of it."

I pressed my lips to the base of his cock, where it met his body, and felt him shudder above me. The skin was softer than I'd expected, velvet over steel, silky against my lips, and I kissed my way up the length of him, marveling at the way he responded to each touch. His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel the tension in his thighs.

"That's it,"

Gemma encouraged, her hand never stopping its gentle stroking through my hair.

"You're doing so well."

I grew bolder, letting my tongue dart out to taste him properly, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. Brian made a low sound of pleasure that went straight to my cock, and I had to press a hand against my crotch to relieve some of the pressure building there.

"Fuck. Enzo. You're a natural at this."

The compliment made me feel like I was floating. I'd never been particularly good at anything on the first try, but apparently I had a talent for this. I kissed and licked my way up to the head of his cock, where more pre-cum had gathered, and cleaned it off with long, careful strokes of my tongue.

"Ready for more?"

Brian asked.

“Cover your teeth with your lips, and open up.”

Nodding, I gripped the base of his cock and opened my mouth wider, my lips stretching to accommodate Brian's thickness as I slowly, carefully took him inside.

The weight of him on my tongue was incredible; hot and heavy and undeniably masculine. I made sure to keep my teeth covered, like he'd told me, and slid down his shaft inch by careful inch, my jaw already aching from the stretch.

Brian’s hand tightened in my hair.

"That's perfect, sweetheart. Just like that."

The endearment sent warmth flooding through my chest, and I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder. Gemma's fingers joined Brian's in my hair, stroking and petting me like I was something precious.

"You look so beautiful like this.”

Gemma’s voice was thick with arousal.

Her words made me want to show off, to prove that I could handle whatever Brian gave me. I tried to take him deeper, but my gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull back, coughing.

"Easy. Don't push yourself too hard. We have all the time in the world."

I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and saw nothing but patience and care in his expression. No frustration, no disappointment, only Brian being Brian, making sure I was okay before anything else. It made my chest tight with emotion.

"Try again,"

Gemma encouraged, her hand stroking down my cheek.

"Slower this time. Let yourself get used to the feeling."

I took a shaky breath and wrapped my lips around him again, this time focusing on the sensations rather than trying to impress anyone. The taste was stronger now, salt and musk. I sucked gently, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, and was rewarded with another low moan.

"Fuck yes. Just like that. Use your tongue."

I experimented with different movements, swirling my tongue around the head, pressing it flat against the sensitive spot below the crown. Each technique earned me a different sound of pleasure, and I found myself getting lost in the feedback loop of his responses. This was better than any drug. The knowledge that I was making him feel good, that I was the one causing those gorgeous sounds to spill from his lips was driving me wild.

My own arousal was becoming impossible to ignore. My dress pants were uncomfortably tight, my cock straining against the fabric with each pulse of blood. Without thinking, I reached down and fumbled with my belt, desperate for relief.

"That's it,"

Gemma said, her voice husky.

"Touch yourself. Show us how much you like having his cock in your mouth."

I managed to get my pants open, my hand wrapping around my own aching length with a groan that vibrated through Brian's cock. I was already leaking, my palm sliding easily over the slick head as I stroked myself in rhythm with the movements of my mouth.

"God, you're gorgeous,"

Brian said.

“Both of you.”

I could feel Gemma's eyes on me, taking in the sight of me on my knees with Brian's cock in my mouth and my own hand wrapped around my dick. The knowledge that she was watching, that she was turned on by what she was seeing, made everything more intense. I was performing for her as much as I was pleasuring Brian, and the thought sent heat racing through my veins.

"He's doing so well. I love that he’s taking care of you both."

I picked up the pace, taking Brian deeper into my mouth while my hand worked frantically on my own cock. The dual sensations were overwhelming. The stretch of my lips around his thickness, the weight of him on my tongue, the building pressure in my own groin. I was getting close, embarrassingly close, and I hadn't even been touching myself for very long.

"I'm not going to last much longer,"

Brian warned.

"You need to decide. Do you want to swallow, or should I pull out?"

The question sent a thrill through me. Now that the moment was here, I knew what I wanted. I looked up at him, my eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deep, and hollowed my cheeks in what I hoped was a clear answer.

"Fuck,"

he groaned, his hips jerking.

"You sure?"

I nodded as best I could with my mouth full, and felt his hand tighten in my hair. His breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I knew he was right on the edge.

"I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to come, Enzo."

Desperate to feel him lose control inside me, I doubled down on my efforts, sucking harder, my tongue working against the underside of his cock while my hand flew over my own length. The taste of him was getting stronger, more intense, and I could feel the way his cock was pulsing against my tongue.

When he let go, the first pulse of cum hitting the back of my throat was a shock. It was thicker than I'd expected, saltier, but not unpleasant. I swallowed reflexively, trying to take everything he gave me, and the knowledge that I was drinking him down, that I was taking his release into my body, sent me over the edge.

My own orgasm crashed through me with surprising intensity, my vision going white as I came all over my hand and my dress pants. I moaned around Brian's cock, the vibrations making him shudder as he finished, and I found myself lapping at him eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"Fuck.”

Brian’s chest heaved as he came down from his high, his hand cupping my cheek as I continued to gently suckle his softening cock for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being joined to him.

"That was incredible."

Finally, reluctantly releasing him, I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling incredibly pleased with myself. I'd done it. I'd actually sucked cock, and apparently I was pretty fucking good at it. The taste of Brian still lingered on my tongue, and I found myself licking my lips to savor it.

"Look at you,"

Gemma said.

"So proud of yourself."

I grinned up at her, feeling drunk on endorphins and accomplishment.

"I can't believe I waited so long to try that."

Brian leaned down and cupped my face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were warm and grateful.

"Thank you," he said.

"That was amazing."

He helped me to my feet, steady hands on my arms as I swayed. My legs felt like jelly, my whole body still buzzing with aftershocks. We both looked towards Gemma, but neither of us had a chance to offer her anything before she lifted her hands and said.

“I’m glad you two had your fun, but I was happy just to watch.”

"All right, then. If Gemma doesn’t want anything, let’s clean up. We're going to dinner."

Brian brushed off his hands and looked around, picking up a shirt and examining it.

Gemma raised an eyebrow at him.

“I thought you were too tired.”

“It’s funny. I suddenly feel rejuvenated.”

“Rejuvenated. Really? Why did I suck the cock of such a dork?”

I wondered if my urge to tease him had always masked a secret crush, or if this was all new. Since I’d seen his abs.

“And why do you want to do it again?”

He wasn’t wrong.

Gemma grinned knowingly.

“And again and again.”