Page 6 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Lila

The door to our cabin barely closed behind us before Connor's hands were on me, his mouth hot against my neck. The salt air clung to our skin, but the atmosphere inside had transformed completely. No more awkward tension about sleeping arrangements—just three adults who had made a deliciously reckless decision. Nick's eyes darkened as he watched my husband's fingers slip beneath the hem of my crochet top, and I felt the first intoxicating rush of being desired by two men at once.

"I've been thinking about getting you naked since those damn people interrupted our fun,"

Connor whispered against my ear, loud enough for Nick to hear. His fingers traced lazy circles up my spine, catching on the thin ties of my halter top.

I laughed—a sound more breathless than I'd intended—as Nick stepped closer, his body radiating heat.

"So much for easing into vacation rules."

"Fuck easing into anything,"

Connor replied, giving the knot at my neck a gentle tug. The fabric loosened, threatening to spill my breasts into view.

"I want to see my best friend's face when he sees how perfect your pussy feels."

The crude words sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I'd never heard Connor talk this way, had never imagined the possessive pride he seemed to feel at the thought of sharing me. Nick's hand joined Connor's, his long fingers brushing my bare shoulder.

"May I?"

Nick asked, his voice rough with restraint.

I nodded, not trusting my voice as two sets of hands worked in tandem. My halter top fell away, and cool air rushed against my nipples, hardening them instantly. Both men made appreciative sounds—Connor's familiar groan of want, Nick's sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, Lila,"

Nick murmured.

"You're so damn beautiful."

Connor laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind.

"You've been imagining my wife naked, Li?"

His hips pressed forward, the hard ridge of his cock evident against my ass.

"Hard not to,"

Nick admitted, his eyes traveling down my body to where my flimsy beach skirt hung low on my hips.

"Especially in that little outfit."

The naked honesty in his admission made my cunt throb. I reached for him, my palm finding the flat plane of his stomach through his t-shirt.

"Your turn."

Nick smiled—a slow, dangerous curve of lips that promised filthy things—before pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. His torso was a revelation of lean muscle and intricate tattoos I'd only glimpsed before. I traced the edge of a black ink design that disappeared beneath his waistband.

Behind me, Connor's hands slid down to my skirt, working it over my hips until it pooled at my feet. His fingers dipped between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet through the thin cotton of my panties.

"Already soaked,"

he announced, pressing a finger against my panties. "Feel."

He withdrew his hand and offered his glistening finger to Nick, who didn't hesitate. He wrapped his lips around my husband's finger and sucked, his eyes closing briefly in appreciation. The sight of these two men sharing the taste of my arousal nearly buckled my knees.

"More,"

I demanded, hooking my thumbs into my panties and shoving them down. I stepped out of the fabric puddle, now completely naked between two mostly clothed men. The power imbalance sent a fresh surge of wetness to my pussy.

Nick's hand replaced Connor's, his thick fingers parting my folds with deliberate slowness.

"Christ,"

he muttered, circling my entrance.

"You're fucking drenched."

I reached for both their belts simultaneously, fumbling with buckles and buttons until I had access to what I wanted. Connor's cock sprang free first—familiar, perfect, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him, savoring his groan against my neck. Then Nick's jeans opened, and my breath caught. He was thicker than Connor, longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. I held them both, one hard cock in each hand, weighing their heat and pulsing need, moaning as Nick flicked my clit with two fingers.

"Look at you,"

Connor murmured, watching me stroke them both.

"Such a greedy girl. Two big cocks all for you."

Pushing Nick's hand aside, I sank to my knees without being asked, driven by a primal hunger to taste them both. Connor's length slid between my lips first—familiar territory, the taste and weight of him comforting even in this wildly new scenario. I worked him with practiced ease, knowing exactly how to hollow my cheeks and flick my tongue to make his thighs tremble. I wanted them to know that he was right. I was greedy for this. Desperate for it.

Then I turned to Nick, maintaining eye contact as I took him into my mouth for the first time. His taste was different—saltier, with a muskiness that made my pussy clench around nothing. I moaned around his girth, struggling to accommodate him.

"That's it,"

Connor encouraged, his fingers threading through my hair.

"Make him feel good, baby. Show him how fucking talented that mouth is. Your lips look so pretty stretched around his cock, little slut."

I alternated between them, drunk on the power of reducing two strong men to ragged breathing and bitten-off curses. Nick's hand joined Connor's in my hair, guiding my movements with gentle pressure.

"Fuck, Connor,"

Nick gasped as I took him particularly deep.

"Your wife's mouth is fucking incredible."

Connor's response was to tighten his grip on my hair, directing me back to his cock.

"Wait till you feel her pussy."

The crude promise made me whimper, my thighs pressing together to seek relief. I worked them both with increasing desperation, one in my mouth while my hand pumped the other, switching back and forth until my jaw ached.

"Enough,"

Connor finally said, pulling me to my feet.

"I want to watch you get fucked."

They maneuvered me toward the bed, hands everywhere—caressing, squeezing, guiding. Connor's fingers pinched my nipples while Nick's palmed my ass, spreading me open to slip a teasing finger between my cheeks. I shuddered at the dual assault, overwhelmed by the attention of four hands exploring my body.

"On your hands and knees,"

Connor directed, his voice thick with lust.

I complied, positioning myself on the queen-sized bed that suddenly seemed purpose-built for this transgression. Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing as both men fully undressed, then the dip of the mattress as they joined me.

Connor appeared before me, his cock level with my face, while Nick's large hands settled on my hips from behind. The position—suspended between them—made me feel deliciously vulnerable, like a conduit for their pleasure.

"Open,"

Connor commanded, tracing my lower lip with his thumb.

I parted my lips, welcoming him back into my mouth just as Nick spread my ass cheeks. The first swipe of his tongue against my pussy made me moan around Connor's cock, my back arching instinctively.

"That's right,"

Connor encouraged, feeding me his length in shallow thrusts.

"Take me deeper while my best friend eats your cunt."

Nick's oral skills were devastating—precise and intuitive in a way that suggested he'd had plenty of practice. He alternated broad strokes of his tongue with focused attention to my clit, occasionally dipping inside me with a teasing finger that never went deep enough. His stubble scraped deliciously against my inner thighs, adding a hint of rough texture to the slick heat of his mouth.

My world narrowed to the dual points of pleasure: Connor's cock stretching my lips, Nick's tongue working magic between my legs. I lost track of time, floating in a haze of sensation as they used me from both ends.

"Look at you,"

Connor murmured, his voice strained as he watched me take him.

"Surrounded by us and loving every second."

He was right. The sheer masculinity of being bracketed by their bodies, the headiness of being the sole focus of their attention, the taboo thrill of my husband watching his best friend pleasure me—it was all too much.

Nick's tongue circled my clit with increasing pressure, two thick fingers now pumping steadily into my soaked pussy. I felt the familiar tightening deep in my belly, the electric build of an approaching orgasm.

"She's close,"

Connor observed, his fingers tracing my stretched lips where they wrapped around his cock.

"I can always tell when she's about to come—her whole body gets tighter, more desperate. Make her come on your tongue, Nick."

The permission—or command—seemed to spur Nick on. He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips while curling his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. The dual stimulation catapulted me over the edge, and I came with a muffled scream around Connor's cock, my entire body convulsing.

"Fuck yes,"

Connor hissed, pulling out of my mouth to let me breathe through my orgasm.

"That's my good girl. Coming all over my best friend's face while I feed you my cock."

Nick didn't stop, wringing every aftershock from my trembling body until I was forced to release Connor's cock, my breathing too unsteady to keep sucking. I collapsed onto my elbows, ass still raised, presenting myself in wanton surrender.

"Please,"

I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.

"Please, I need—"

"I know exactly what you need,"

Connor said, moving behind me beside Nick. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pressing my face into the mattress while raising my ass higher.

"You need to be stuffed full of cock, don't you?"

"Yes,"

I whimpered into the sheets.

"Fuck me, please."

"Nick,"

Connor said, his voice commanding in a way I'd rarely heard.

"Give my slut of a wife what she needs."

I felt the blunt head of Nick's cock pressing against my entrance, larger than I was used to. He hesitated, his hand stroking my hip.

"Birth control?"

he asked, ever the responsible one even in the midst of debauchery.

"And testing?"

"I'm on the pill,"

I managed to say, grateful for his consideration despite my desperate state.

"And we both get tested, though we're monogamous,"

Connor added, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass.

"You still on that quarterly schedule from when you were dating around?"

"Yeah,"

Nick confirmed.

"We're good to go, but... It just seems wrong."

Connor's hand squeezed my ass cheek harder, spreading me open for his best friend.

"Fuck her bare. I want you to fill her up, man. Breed my slut wife, leave her dripping with your cum."

The crude command shocked me, sent a fresh flood of arousal coating my thighs. We'd never discussed this fantasy, but the words from my husband's mouth made me wild with need.

It was all the permission Nick needed. He pushed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open in a delicious burn. The difference in size was immediately apparent—where Connor fit me perfectly, Nick's girth felt like a sweet invasion, forcing my body to accommodate him.

"Holy fuck,"

I gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"You're so big."

Nick's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his length with steady pressure until he bottomed out. The sensation of being completely filled, of having an entirely new cock inside me while my husband watched, was overwhelming.

"How's she feel?"

Connor asked, stroking himself as he watched his best friend impale his wife.

"Fucking perfect,"

Nick ground out, holding still inside me.

"So tight. So wet."

Connor moved around to my head again, lifting my face by my chin.

"How does he feel inside you, Lila?"

"Different,"

I managed, my voice trembling as Nick began to move in shallow thrusts.

"Stretching me so much."

Connor's eyes darkened.

"You like having a new cock in your married pussy?"

I nodded, beyond shame now. "Yes."

"Show him,"

Connor commanded.

"Show him how much you love it."

I pushed back against Nick's thrusts, taking him deeper, clenching around his thickness. Nick cursed, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"That's it. I'm so proud of you, baby. Take his cock like the good little slut you are."

Nick's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Each drive of his hips sent jolts of pleasure radiating through my core, the slight upward curve of his cock hitting spots that made my vision blur at the edges.

Connor fed me his cock again, and I took him greedily, moaning around his length as Nick pounded into me from behind. The dual penetration was filthy perfection—being used at both ends, servicing two men simultaneously.

"Fuck her harder,"

Connor demanded over my head.

"She can take it."

Nick complied, his hips snapping against my ass with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small cabin, punctuated by my muffled moans and their grunts of pleasure. The force of Nick's thrusts pushed me further onto Connor's cock, creating a rhythm where I was being fucked from both directions. My body was no longer my own but a vessel for their pleasure, and the surrender was intoxicating.

"I'm getting close,"

Nick warned, his voice strained.

"Where do you want—"

"Inside her,"

Connor cut him off.

"I want to watch another man's cum dripping out of my wife's perfect little cunt."

His words triggered something primal in me—the taboo thrill of being fucked raw by another man while my husband not only watched but encouraged it. A second orgasm built rapidly, coiling tight in my core.

"She's going to come again,"

Connor observed, feeling my mouth tighten around him.

"Her pussy gets so tight when she's close."

He pulled out, wanting to watch my face.

"Let me see you come on his cock, baby."

Nick adjusted his angle, driving deeper, one hand reaching around to circle my clit.

"Come for me, Lila,"

he growled.

The command, coupled with the perfect pressure on my clit, sent me hurtling over the edge. I screamed, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My arms gave out completely, and I collapsed onto my face, ass still raised, Nick's cock still pistoning into my limp body.

"That's it,"

Connor encouraged, stroking my hair as I sobbed with pleasure.

"Take it all."

Nick's rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Fuck, I'm going to—"

With a guttural groan, Nick drove deep, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. I felt each throb, each spurt of warmth flooding my insides—something I'd only ever experienced with my husband. The transgression made me clench around him, milking his release. Nick stayed inside me for several long moments, both of us panting, before slowly withdrawing. I felt his cum immediately start to leak out, trailing down my inner thigh.

Connor was on me instantly, flipping me onto my back. His eyes were wild with lust as he saw his best friend's cum glistening on my thighs.

"My turn,"

he growled, pushing my knees to my chest and entering me in one deep thrust.

The slide was effortless, Nick's cum providing additional lubrication. Connor went wild, his pace was punishing from the start, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me open.

"Such a good girl,"

he praised, watching where our bodies joined.

"Taking both our cocks, letting us fill you up."

His thumb found my over-sensitive clit, circling roughly.

"You want my cum too? Want me to add to the mess inside you?"

"Please,"

I begged, beyond coherent thought.

"Please, Connor."

His hips pistoned faster, the wet sounds of our coupling obscenely loud in the small cabin. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nick watching us, stroking himself back to hardness already.

Connor's rhythm grew erratic, his breathing harsh.

"Fuck, baby, I'm coming—"

He drove deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside me as he added his release to Nick's. The sensation of being doubly claimed, doubly filled, sent me into a third, unexpected orgasm.