Page 60 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Enzo

Naples, Italy

We laughed as we sprinted through the ship's corridors, the small white pharmacy bags crinkling in our hands. The walking tour of Naples had been beautiful—ancient cobblestones, soaring cathedrals, the kind of history that should have captured my attention. Instead, all I could focus on was the constant, maddening buzz of the vibrating plug Brian had worked into my ass before we'd left the ship that morning.

"For preparation purposes,"

he'd said with that wicked grin, his fingers slick with lube as he'd stretched me open.

"Something to think about while we're sightseeing."

Think about it? I'd been fucking obsessed with it. Every step through Naples had sent vibrations racing through my core, every bump of the cobblestones a reminder of what was waiting for me back in our suite. By the time we'd spotted the pharmacy, I'd been half-hard and desperate, my cock straining against my jeans like I was some teenager who'd never been touched before. I’d untucked my t-shirt to hide it, and was still a little worried that the middle-aged woman standing next to me on the bus had spotted the tent.

The moment our suite door clicked shut behind us, I was moving, my hands already working at the buttons of my shirt with frantic urgency.

"Fuck," I gasped.

"I've been dying all morning. That thing's been driving me insane."

Gemma's laugh was warm and knowing as she set down her own bag of supplies.

"That was rather the point, wasn't it? You should have seen yourself in the cathedral—you looked like you were about to combust."

"I was,"

I admitted, my shirt hitting the floor followed immediately by my jeans. My cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum despite the fact that nobody had touched me yet. The plug continued its relentless buzzing, sending waves of pleasure through my prostate that made my knees weak.

Brian's eyes were dark with hunger as he watched me strip, his own bags forgotten as he took in the sight of my naked body.

"Look at you,"

he murmured, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made me want to drop to my knees immediately.

"So desperate. So needy."

"Please,"

I breathed, moving toward the massive bed with unsteady steps.

"I need you inside me. I need your cock, Brian. I can't wait anymore."

Without hesitation, I positioned myself on the bed the way I'd been fantasizing about all morning—hands and knees, back arched, ass high in the air like an offering. The plug's vibrations intensified as I moved, and I couldn't hold back the groan that tore from my throat as my hips rutted at the air.

"Fuck,"

Brian breathed behind me, and I could hear the sound of his own clothes hitting the floor.

"You're perfect like this. So fucking perfect."

His hands settled on my ass, fingers tracing the base of the plug where it nestled between my cheeks. The simple touch sent electricity racing through my nerves, and I had to grip the sheets to keep from falling forward.

"How does it feel?"

he asked, his thumb brushing against the vibrating toy.

"Having this inside you all morning?"

"Incredible,"

I gasped, my voice breaking.

"Torturous. I've been thinking about your cock for hours, imagining how you'd feel stretching me open. Fuck me. Please?”

"Easy,"

Brian said, his voice gentle but firm.

"Let me take care of you."

I heard the rustle of the pharmacy bags, the sound of packages being opened. We'd rushed through the store like teenagers, grabbing condoms and lube with barely concealed desperation. The elderly pharmacist had given us knowing looks, but I'd been too far gone to care about it.

Brian's hands returned to my ass, his touch more purposeful now. I felt him grip the base of the plug, and then he was slowly drawing it from my body. The sensation was incredible—a long, slow burn that made every nerve ending sing with pleasure. When it finally slipped free, I felt empty, aching, desperate to be filled again.

"Christ, look at you,"

Brian murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

"Your hole's so pink, so ready. You want my cock in here?"

"Yes,"

I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, Brian. I need it."

I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, the sound of Brian rolling it on, and my cock twitched with anticipation. Then his fingers were there, slick with lube, pressing against my opening with careful pressure. I was already stretched from the plug, but his fingers were thicker, more substantial, and the burn as he worked them inside me was exquisite.

"Relax,"

he murmured, his free hand stroking my back.

"Let me open you up properly. Gemma, you want to help or watch?"

Gemma grinned, her hand moving idly beneath her skirt.

“You know I love to watch.”

His fingers moved with practiced skill, stretching and scissoring inside me until I was gasping against the sheets. Every movement sent pleasure racing through my prostate, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge without anyone even touching my cock.

"More,"

I begged, my voice breaking.

"I can take more."

He added a third finger, then a fourth, working me open with methodical precision. I was writhing on the bed now, my body moving without conscious thought as I chased the incredible sensations. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I could feel pre-cum leaking from my cock onto the expensive sheets.

"That's it,"

Brian said.

"You're opening up so beautifully. So perfect for me."

Gemma moved closer, her breath warm against my ear.

"You look incredible like this,"

she whispered.

"So desperate, so needy. I can see how much you want to be fucked. I know what it feels like to crave his cock like that.”

Before I could respond, her mouth was on my cock, her lips wrapping around the head with skilled precision. The combination of Brian's fingers in my ass and Gemma's mouth on my dick was overwhelming, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. She was moaning, her fingers working her clit as she sucked me.

"Fuck,"

I gasped, my hips jerking between them.

"You're going to make me come."

"Not yet,"

Brian said firmly, his fingers stilling inside me.

"I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart around me."

He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt something much bigger pressing against my opening—the thick head of Brian's cock, slick with lube and ready to claim me.

"Gemma,"

Brian said.

"Move to the end of the bed and spread your legs. I want Enzo's mouth on you while I fuck him."

I felt her mouth slide off my cock with a pop, and turned my head to watch her tear off her sundress and toss it aside. Then she positioned herself by my head, her thighs bracketing my shoulders. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, and I could see her pussy, pink and glistening, inches from my face.

"That's it.”

Brian gripped my hips, his fingers digging in a little.

"Now relax. Let me in. Gemma wants to watch you get fucked like a little slut, don’t you, Gem?"

“Oh yes,”

Gemma said.

The first press of his cock against my hole was incredible—a slow, inexorable pressure that had me gasping against Gemma's thigh. He was bigger than his fingers, thicker than the plug, and the stretch was almost too much to bear.

"Breathe,"

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

"Just breathe and let me in."

I buried my face in Gemma's pussy, using her taste and scent to ground myself as Brian slowly pushed forward. The burn was intense, overwhelming, but underneath it was a pleasure so profound it made my vision blur. Every inch he gained sent shockwaves through my body, and I found myself moaning against Gemma's flesh.

"Oh god,"

she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair.

"Enzo, yes. Just like that."

I lapped at her eagerly, my tongue finding her clit as Brian continued his slow invasion. The dual sensations were incredible—the stretch of his cock opening me up, the taste of her arousal on my tongue, the way they both moaned my name like a prayer. I was meant to be here, between them, giving them both what they needed.

I’d felt lost for so long, and suddenly, I understood what it was like to feel whole.

When Brian finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, I felt complete in a way I'd never experienced before. He was so deep inside me, so thick and hot, that I could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock.

I reached back and stroked my hand down his thigh, feeling how close he was to me. He was buried to the hilt. The heavy, full feeling was delicious, and I never wanted it to end.

And it was Brian.

"How does it feel?"

he asked, his voice rough with barely contained need.

"Perfect,"

I gasped, lifting my head from Gemma's pussy long enough to speak.

"Like I was made for this. Made for your cock."

The words seemed to unlock something in Brian, because suddenly he was moving, pulling back until just the head of his cock remained inside me, then driving forward again with controlled force. The sensation was incredible—a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had me crying out against Gemma.

"That's it,"

he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

"Take it. Take all of me."

I dove back into eating Gemma's pussy with renewed hunger, my tongue working her clit while my fingers found her entrance. She was so wet, so responsive, and the way she gasped and writhed above me only made me more desperate to please her.

"Enzo,"

she moaned, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.

"Right there. Don't stop."

I didn't plan to stop. I couldn't stop. The rhythm of Brian's thrusts was driving me to new heights of pleasure, and I channeled all of that desperate energy into worshipping Gemma's body with my mouth and hands.

"You like this, don't you?"

Brian asked.

"You like being my little fuck toy. My personal cock sleeve."

The words sent fire racing through my veins, and I realized with crystal clarity that he was right. I did like it. I fucking loved it.

"Yes,"

I gasped, and my darkest, most secret fantasy spilled out.

"I want to be your free-use fuck hole, baby. Use me whenever you need to come."

The confession came out raw and desperate, but it was the truth. I wanted to be available for him always, ready to drop to my knees or bend over whenever he needed relief. The thought of being his personal plaything, his to use and enjoy, was the most arousing thing I'd ever contemplated.

"Fuck,"

Brian groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

"You mean that?"

"Yes,"

I said, my voice breaking with need.

The pace of his fucking increased, and I could feel him getting closer to his own release. Each thrust hit my prostate perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through my body that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. But I forced myself to focus on Gemma, to keep working her toward her own climax.

"I'm close,"

she gasped, her hands tightening in my hair.

"So close."

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard, my fingers curling inside her to hit that spot that made her cry out. Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, her body convulsing as she came against my mouth. I lapped up every drop of her release, the taste of her satisfaction only making me more desperate for my own.

"Such a good boy,"

Brian panted, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Making her come while I fuck you. You're perfect, Enzo. So fucking perfect."

The praise combined with the relentless pressure against my prostate pushed me over the edge without warning. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure exploding through my body with an intensity that made me scream. I came untouched, my cock spurting all over the sheets while Brian's cock continued to pound into me.

"Fuck, I can feel you coming,"

Brian groaned, his own control finally snapping.

"So tight. I'm going to fill you up."

His thrusts became desperate, urgent, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me as he approached his own climax. When he finally came, I felt every pulse of his release through the condom, felt the way his body shuddered against mine as he emptied himself inside me.

We collapsed together on the bed, all three of us breathing hard. Brian's cock was still inside me, softening slowly, and I never wanted him to pull out, but after a minute, he did, making sure he didn’t lose track of the condom. I felt claimed, marked, and satisfied in a way I'd never experienced before.

"Holy shit,"

I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming.