Page 56 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Brian

The Amalthea

The walk back to our suite felt like the longest journey of my fucking life. Gemma walked between us, her white cover-up doing nothing to hide the flush that still colored her chest, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. She moved with a new confidence, a liquid grace that spoke of a woman who'd discovered her own capacity for pleasure. Enzo kept stealing glances at her, his usual cocky grin replaced by something softer, more reverent.

The moment our suite door clicked shut behind us, Gemma turned to face us with that sharp smile that made my cock twitch in my shorts.

"You know.”

Her voice carried that crisp authority I'd come to associate with her CEO persona, but she was planning another kind of hostile takeover.

"We still haven't actually had sex yet."

I was well aware that I still hadn't been inside her. Still hadn't felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, still hadn't given her what I was certain she needed.

I watched her move toward the massive bed, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. The afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows caught the gold in her hair, and I had to grip the edge of the dresser to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down right there.

“I’ve been wondering something.”

"What's that?"

I managed.

"Whether I can actually come while being fucked.”

The blunt words were delivered with clinical precision, designed to make us both rock hard.

"I mean, with your fingers and mouths, obviously you two are miracle workers. But with actual penetration?"

She shrugged, suddenly looking vulnerable despite her confident posture.

"I usually just fake it and wait for it to be over."

The admission hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. Enzo actually gasped, his eyes going wide with something that looked like horror.

"You fake it?"

he said, his voice pitched higher than usual.

"Every time?"

Gemma's cheeks flushed pink, but she nodded.

"It's easier than trying to explain that I can't... that it doesn't work for me that way. Most men get frustrated when they can't make me come, so I just..."

She trailed off, looking away.

Something cold and furious unfurled inside me. The idea of Gemma lying there, miming pleasure she didn't feel, protecting the egos of men who couldn't be bothered to learn her body—it made me want to hunt down every one of her past lovers and lecture them on where they'd gone wrong. Even if one of them was Jake.

I met her eyes, capturing her chin in my palm and forcing her to make eye contact.

"Not anymore. You're never faking anything with us. Ever."

She looked up at me, something flickering in her eyes that might have been hope.

"Brian, I don't want you to feel like you have to—"

"Strip,"

I cut her off.

"Both of you. Now. It’s time to fuck Gemma."

The words hung in the air between us, loaded with promise and demand. Gemma's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she reached for the ties of her cover-up with fingers that trembled.

Enzo was already moving, his board shorts hitting the floor with casual efficiency. His cock jutted proudly from his body, half-hard despite our earlier activities, and I felt my mouth water at the sight. But it was Gemma who commanded most of my attention as she let the white fabric pool at her feet.

She stood before us completely naked, all elegant curves and pale skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, nipples still flushed and tight from our attentions. The triangle of blonde hair between her thighs was neat and trimmed, and I could see the way her pussy lips glistened with arousal.

"Fucking beautiful,"

I breathed, my own clothes joining the pile on the floor. My cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum, and I saw the way both their eyes tracked the movement.

"Bed. Gemma in the middle."

They moved to obey, and I took a moment to appreciate the way their bodies looked together, the contrasts in their size and coloring. His big, hard masculine form against her soft, feminine one.

Fighting the haze of desperate arousal, I forced myself to focus on the practical concerns. Safety first. I moved to my toiletry bag, pulling out the box of condoms I'd packed more from habit than expectation.

"Are you on birth control?" I asked.

She nodded, though her cheeks flushed deeper.

"IUD. And I appreciate you checking."

"Good."

I tore open two packets, tossing one to Enzo.

"Put this on."

He caught it with a grin.

"Even during sex you're a fucking Boy Scout."

"It shows respect and care for your partners to take the time to make sure they’re safe,"

I said, rolling my own condom on.

In truth, I wanted to feel every inch of Gemma's pussy wrapped around my bare cock, wanted to fill her with my cum until it leaked out of her, but that would never happen. This was casual fun, and it needed to be treated as such. With a condom.

"Enzo, lie back. Gemma, I want you to straddle him."

Enzo quickly followed my command, and Gemma moved with liquid grace, settling over Enzo's hips, straddling his waist. Her pussy hovered above his cock, and I could see how turned on she was in the way moisture gleamed on her inner thighs.

"Lower.”

Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself behind her, my hands settling on her waist to guide her down. I slid one hand between her legs, circling her clit and pumping my fingers inside her, groaning when I discovered that she was wet and ready for him.

She whimpered, shaking in my hands, and I reminded myself to take my time with her. No matter how much I wanted to watch them fuck, she needed patience to orgasm, and I held her against my chest as I stroked her pussy and clit until she was quivering in my arms, begging for his cock.

When I was sure she was ready, I held his cock firmly, positioning him where she needed him, stroking her pussy with the head of his cock, teasing them both.

There was something about controlling them that was driving me wild.

"Take him inside you. Slowly."

The first contact made them both gasp—Enzo's hands flying to her hips, Gemma's back arching as she felt his thickness pressing against her entrance. I watched, transfixed, as she sank down onto him inch by careful inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Holy shit."

Enzo’s voice broke as she sank down further.

"You're so soft, Gem, and your pussy fits me like a glove."

She whimpered as she took him fully, her pussy lips stretched wide around his cock. The sight was incredible—these two beautiful people joined together, their bodies fitting like they'd been made for each other.

But I could see the concentration on Gemma's face, the way she was holding herself tense.

I stroked her back, trying to coax her muscles to loosen.

"Relax. Just feel him inside you. Don't think about anything else. You’re joined to Enzo, and your bodies belong like that. Doesn’t it feel good to be connected so intimately to our sweetheart?"

Shit, why had I called him that?

As her tight muscles finally started to soften, I leaned down to kiss her neck, my tongue tracing the column of her throat while my hands found her breasts. Her nipples were hard against my palms, and I rolled them gently, earning a soft moan that vibrated through her chest.

"Move,"

I encouraged, my voice rough against her ear.

"Ride him. Take what you need. Shift position until his gorgeous cock slides against all those sensitive spots inside you."

She began to move, lifting and lowering herself on Enzo's cock with increasing confidence. Each movement sent pleasure rippling across her features, and I could see the way her pussy gripped him, could hear the wet sounds of their joining.

"That's it,"

I said, my hands sliding down to tease her clit, to coax her closer to the edge.

"You're doing so well. Look how beautiful you are like this, fucking Enzo like you both need."

The gentle pressure on her clit made her cry out, her movements becoming more desperate. I could feel her trembling, could see the way her thighs shook with the effort of riding Enzo while I played with her most sensitive spots.

"I can feel you getting close.”

My fingers worked in tight circles, coaxing her higher and higher until she was thrashing against me, bouncing frantically on his cock.

"Your whole body is quivering from it. You're going to come for us, aren't you?"

She nodded frantically, her voice breaking on desperate whimpers.

"Please, Brian. I need—"

"I know what you need,"

I said, increasing the pressure.

"Come for us, Gem. Let us feel you come around his cock."

The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she cried out. I could imagine her pussy milking Enzo's length, could see the way her back arched as pleasure crashed through her. She was beautiful in her release, uninhibited, and I knew she wasn't faking this.

"Hold on,"

I told Enzo.

"Don't move."

I positioned myself behind Gemma, dousing my condom-covered cock in a generous portion of lube. My hands settled on her hips as I guided my cock to her pussy alongside Enzo. She was so wet, so open from her orgasm.

"Oh god,"

she gasped, her voice breaking.

"Brian, I don't think—"

"You can take us both."

I pressed forward with careful pressure.

"Your pussy was made for this, baby. Made to be filled, to take two cocks. You love a little roughness, pain with your pleasure."

The first inch was the hardest, her body stretching to accommodate both of us. Enzo's cock slid against mine, separated only by the thin condoms.

It was incredible. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect wrapped around us both.

"Fuck,"

Enzo groaned, his hands gripping her ass.

"I can feel you, Brian. I can feel your cock."

I pushed deeper, watching Gemma's face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was wonder, pleasure, a kind of desperate hunger that made my own need spike to almost painful levels.

“Careful with the condoms.”

I braced my fingers around the base of my cock to hold the condom in place.

“We need to move together.”

"More,"

she whimpered.

"Please, I need more."

I gave her more, sliding deeper until I was fully seated inside her. She was full now, both of us buried in her pussy, and it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I could feel every twitch of Enzo's cock, every flutter of Gemma's walls around us both. We were joined together, as one.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Having both of us inside you?"

She reached behind her and pulled me closer.

"Perfect. I've never felt so full. So complete."

I began to move, slow and careful at first, letting her adjust to the double penetration. Enzo matched my rhythm, both of us fucking into her with synchronized thrusts that had her crying out with each stroke.

Her nails dug into Enzo’s shoulders as she braced herself against him.

"Harder. Please, I need it harder."

The request sent fire racing through my veins. I'd suspected she might need more intensity, might crave the kind of rough treatment her controlled exterior seemed to hide. I increased my pace, my hands moving to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly as I fucked into her, guiding Enzo to move with me.

I was right. She liked things rough and risky.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Is this what you need?"

She nodded frantically, her pussy quivering around us.

"Yes. Don't stop."

Enzo's hands tightened on her ass, his own thrusts becoming more forceful.

"You love being fucked like this, don't you?"

he panted.

"Love having two cocks stretching your pussy."

"Yes.”

Her voice broke with need as she thrashed between us, her eyes rolling back.

"Oh fuck yes."

I could feel her building toward another orgasm, could see the way her body tensed and shook between us. My own climax was approaching fast, the combination of her tight pussy and the friction of Enzo's cock against mine pushing me toward the edge.

"Come for us again."

I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit.

"Come around our cocks, Gem. Show us how much you love being fucked."

The orgasm that tore through her was even more intense than the first, her entire body convulsing as she screamed our names. I could feel her pussy rippling around us, milking our cocks with desperate contractions that finally pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck.”

My orgasm crashed through me, sudden and sooner than I’d expected. I came hard, filling the condom with pulse after pulse of cum while Gemma's pussy squeezed me tight, like her body wanted to milk every drop out of me. Enzo followed seconds later, his own climax making his cock throb against mine.

We carefully pulled out of her, and I disposed of the condoms, then we collapsed together on the bed, all three of us breathing hard. Gemma was sandwiched between us, her body still trembling with aftershocks, and I could see the wonder in her eyes as she looked between us.

"That was..."

she started, then stopped, shaking her head.

"I never knew it could feel like that."

"Like what?"

I eyed her, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

"Like I actually needed it," she said.

"Like my body was hungry for your cocks instead of enduring the penetration."

I felt something fierce and possessive unfurl in my chest.

"I never want you to fake it,"

I said, my voice rough with emotion.

"Not with us. If it’s not working, tell us."

“Never?”

Enzo grinned.

“Brian’s rules. One: Always wear sun protection. Two: Always carry condoms and lube. Three: Never fake orgasms.”

“There are so many more rules than that,”

I muttered, and both he and Gemma burst out laughing, hugging me tight. For once, it felt like my brand of crazy was accepted. It fit with theirs.