Page 58 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Enzo

Genoa, Italy

"Where to now?"

Gemma asked as we finished our lunch.

Brian's hand settled on the small of my back, guiding me toward one of the narrow streets leading away from the piazza.

"I thought we might explore some of the quieter, less... touristy areas."

My pulse quickened as we moved from the bright sunshine into the cool shadows of Genoa's historic center. The streets grew narrower, the buildings pressing close on either side until the sky was a thin strip of blue overhead. Few tourists ventured this deep into the maze of ancient alleys, leaving us blissfully alone.

Brian's hand never left my back, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze my ass in a way that made my breath catch. Gemma walked on my other side, her shoulder brushing mine, her fingers occasionally tangling with mine in fleeting, electric contact.

"You've been distracted all day,"

Brian murmured, pulling me into a shadowed doorway and pressing me against the ancient wooden door. His body caged mine, all lean muscle and controlled strength.

"Tell me what you were thinking about at lunch."

"I was... I was thinking about you,"

I admitted.

"Doing what?"

His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing against my lower lip in a gesture that was both tender and possessive.

"Fucking me,"

I breathed, the words falling from my lips like a confession.

"I was thinking about your cock in my ass."

The admission hung in the air between us, raw and honest. Brian's eyes darkened behind his glasses, his breathing growing heavier. Gemma made a soft sound beside us, her hand coming to rest on my arm.

"You want that?"

Brian asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made my knees weak.

"You want me to fuck that tight ass of yours?"

I nodded, unable to form words past the knot of desperate need in my throat.

"Not here,"

he said, pressing a hard, bruising kiss to my mouth.

"You need to be prepped. But I'm going to help you get there."

Before I could process his words, he was tugging me deeper into the maze of alleyways, his stride purposeful like he knew where he was going. Maybe he did—methodical, prepared. Brian probably researched secluded spots in Genoa the way most people researched restaurants.

We turned a corner into an alley so narrow our shoulders nearly brushed the walls on either side. Ancient stone buildings rose up around us, windows shuttered against the afternoon heat. No one could see us here unless they walked directly into the alley, and the chances of that seemed slim in this forgotten corner of the city.

Brian's hands were on me instantly, spinning me around and pressing me face-first against the cool stone wall. His body covered mine from behind, his cock hard against my ass through our clothes. Gemma appeared at my side, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.

"I've been thinking about this all day,"

Brian murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver.

"About getting inside you. About showing you how good it can feel. And our Gem loves a good risky fuck, doesn’t she?"

His hands slid around to the front of my shorts, deftly unbuttoning them and pushing them down my thighs along with my underwear. The cool air hit my exposed cock and ass, making me gasp against Gemma's mouth.

"We're going to start slow,"

he continued.

"Get you used to the feeling."

I heard the distinctive click of a bottle opening, and then Brian's hands were spreading my ass cheeks, exposing me to his gaze. Something cool and slick pressed against my entrance—his finger, I realized, coated in lube that he'd apparently been carrying with him all day.

"Breathe,"

he instructed, his free hand stroking down my spine.

"Relax for me, sweetheart."

I tried to obey, forcing air into my lungs as his finger pressed more insistently against my hole. The pressure built, strange and foreign and intimidating, and then suddenly gave way as his finger slipped inside me.

"Fuck,"

I gasped, my head falling forward against the stone wall. The intrusion burned, my body instinctively trying to reject it, but Brian's finger remained steady, not pushing deeper but not retreating either.

"You're doing so well,"

Gemma murmured, her hand stroking my cheek.

"Look at you taking it."

Her praise sent warmth flooding through me, and I felt myself relaxing around Brian's finger. He must have felt it too, because he began to move, working deeper into me with careful, patient strokes.

"That's it. Open up for me."

The burn faded, replaced by a strange fullness that wasn't quite pleasure but wasn't discomfort either. When Brian added a second finger, the stretch returned, more intense this time, but I was ready for it. I wanted it. I wanted to prove I could take whatever he gave me.

"Christ, you're tight,"

he murmured, scissoring his fingers inside me.

"But you're opening up so beautifully. Ready for your present?"

I nodded, beyond words, beyond anything but the desperate need for more. Brian's fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and aching, but before I could protest, something else was pressing against my entrance. Smoother than his fingers, cool, and definitely larger.

"It's a plug,"

he explained, his voice tight with restraint.

"To help get you ready for my cock. To stretch you slowly."

The pressure increased as he pushed the plug against my resistant muscles. It was bigger than his fingers, much bigger, and for a moment I wasn't sure I could take it. But then Gemma's hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me with perfect pressure, and the distraction was enough to make my body yield.

The plug slipped inside with a sudden pop that made me cry out, my back arching as my body struggled to accommodate the intrusion. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before—a fullness, a pressure that bordered on too much but somehow wasn't.

"Perfect,"

Brian breathed, his hands squeezing my ass around the base of the plug.

"Fucking perfect. How does it feel?"

"Full,"

I managed, my voice breaking on the word. "So full."

"It gets better,"

he promised, turning me around to face him. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, his breathing uneven.

"So much better."

Gemma pressed against my side, her hand still working my cock with maddening skill.

"You look so hot like this,"

she whispered, her green eyes dark with desire.

"Knowing that plug is inside you, stretching you open. God, Enzo, you have no idea."

Brian's mouth crashed into mine, his kiss desperate and hungry. I could feel his need, his restraint crumbling as he ground his clothed cock against mine. My ass clenched around the plug with each movement, sending jolts of sensation up my spine that weren't quite pleasure but were rapidly becoming something close to it.

"I want to see you fuck her,"

Brian growled against my lips.

"Want to see your cock in her pussy while that plug fills your ass."

The words sent heat racing through my veins. I turned to Gemma, who was already lifting her dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Christ, she'd been walking around Genoa like that all day, her pussy bare beneath that innocent sundress.

"Against the wall,"

Brian directed, already pulling a condom from his pocket. His hands were steady as he rolled it onto my aching cock, the touch almost enough to make me come right then.

Gemma turned to face the wall, bracing her hands against the ancient stones and looking back over her shoulder with that wicked smile that drove me wild.

"Come on, Enzo,"

she purred.

"Show me what you've got."

I moved behind her, my hands shaking as I lifted her dress higher, exposing the perfect curves of her ass. The plug shifted inside me with each movement, a constant reminder of the new sensations awaiting me. When I pressed my cock against her entrance, I found her already wet, already ready for me.

"Fuck her,"

Brian commanded, his voice rough in my ear as he pressed against my back, reaching around to drag the head of my cock through Gemma’s drenched pussy.

"Fill her pussy with that pretty cock."

I pushed forward, sliding into Gemma's tight heat with a groan that echoed off the stone walls. She was perfect around me, all silky wetness and grasping muscles. But this time, the sensation was different—the plug in my ass adding a new dimension of pressure, of fullness that made every nerve ending sing.

"Oh god,"

I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"Brian, it's—fuck, it's so much."

His hands settled on my hips, playing with the toy as I began to thrust into Gemma. Each forward motion pushed the plug deeper, each retreat shifted it against sensitive places I'd never known existed. The dual sensations were overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that threatened to drown me.

"That's it,"

Brian murmured, one hand moving to the base of the plug.

"That's what it feels like. Now imagine it's my cock inside you instead. Imagine me fucking you while you fuck her."

The image sent lightning racing up my spine, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot. Gemma was making those little desperate sounds I'd come to recognize, her pussy clenching around me as her pleasure built.

"Please,"

I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

"Brian, please."

He understood. His fingers twisted the plug, changing the angle, and suddenly it was pressing against something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My knees buckled, only Brian's strong arm around my waist keeping me upright as pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced crashed through me.

"Prostate,"

he explained, his voice tight with his own need.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

He did it again, manipulating the plug with careful precision while I continued to thrust into Gemma. Each touch against that spot sent shockwaves through my entire body, building a pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in my core.

"I need—"

I gasped, my rhythm faltering as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

"Fuck, Brian, I need you inside me. Need your cock."

His groan vibrated against my back, and I could feel him pressing his clothed erection against my ass, grinding against the base of the plug.

"Not yet,"

he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"You're not ready. Soon, but not today. And you need to make our girl come."

Disappointment hit me briefly, but was quickly washed away by a fresh wave of pleasure as he twisted the plug again. I could feel my orgasm building, unstoppable and massive, like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

“You like this, Gem? Getting fucked against a dirty stone wall by two men, where anyone could see?”

Brian growled, guiding my hand to her clit, as we worked her into a frenzy of list and need.

"Fuck her hard, the way she likes. Come inside her,"

Brian ordered, his free hand reaching around to stroke Gemma’s breasts through her dress. He guided me to move faster, to thrust harder, until she was meeting every thrust, slamming back against me as my cock dragged against her inner walls.

"I want to feel you both come."

Gemma cried out, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm hit. The sensation was too much—her tight heat, the plug in my ass, Brian's commanding voice in my ear. I came with a shout that I muffled against Gemma's shoulder, my cock pulsing inside her as pleasure ripped through me with shattering intensity.

Through the haze of my release, I felt Brian fumbling with his own clothes, heard the rasp of his zipper. His hand left the plug to wrap around his own cock, stroking hard and fast. When he came, it was with a low, controlled groan, his release spattering hot and wet across my exposed ass and the base of the plug.