Page 75 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Imogen

Both men turned to me, their naked bodies magnificent in the dim light of the cabin. My breath caught at the sight of them—Makai tall and golden, his cock still slick from my husband’s mouth; Hamish on his knees, lips swollen and eyes wild with a hunger I’d never seen before.

Hamish slowly rose to his feet as they moved toward me like predators who’d found their prey, and I stepped back into the cabin behind us. The last scraps of my clothing fell to the floor as they kicked off what remained of theirs. I didn’t stop until I felt the edge of the berth against my thighs.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,”

Hamish breathed, reverence in his voice as his hands cupped my breasts.

Makai circled behind me, his body radiating heat against my back. His lips found my neck, kissing a trail up to my ear while his hands spanned my waist and his hard cock pressed against my back.

“Your husband’s a lucky man,”

he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I couldn’t form words, couldn’t think beyond the sensation of four hands on my body—Hamish’s familiar touch somehow made new by Makai’s presence, Makai’s exploration turning every nerve ending into a live wire. My husband’s mouth closed around my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp, while Makai’s hands slid lower, finding the curve of my hips.

I desperately wanted his hand back between my legs, and I tugged it there, earning a sexy laugh.

“Look at you,”

Makai said as his fingers finally connected with my clit.

“Such a needy girl. You want to be fucked so good, don’t you?”

“Yes,”

I whimpered, bucking against his hand, desperate for more.

I had always been the proper English rose, reserved even during sex. But the hunger in their eyes made me want to be the wanton creature they saw. Hamish moved to my other breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it into his mouth. I arched against him, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“He wants to watch you. Did you enjoy watching him?”

Makai asked.

“It was so sexy.”

The words tumbled out, breathless and full of want.

“I didn’t realize it could be like that. Never realized you wanted it.”

“I didn’t either,”

Hamish admitted.

“Not until Makai.”

“You’re both so fucking hot together,”

Makai murmured, his fingers slipping inside me, spreading the moisture over my clit.

Hot breath feathered against my lips as Hamish dropped his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. The lingering hint of Makai on his tongue sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. Makai shifted position, guiding me down onto the cushioned berth, spreading my thighs wide as I fell back, and holding me open as both men stared down at my swollen, drenched pussy.

“Your needy girl is soaking wet,”

Makai murmured. Hamish’s fingers circled my clit. His smile turned wolfish, an expression I’d never seen on my husband’s face before.

“Please,”

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

“I need—I need—”

“We know what you need.”

Makai positioned himself at the end of the berth, pushing my thighs wider as he knelt between them. His cock jutted out, thick and intimidating.

“We’re going to give you everything.”

The mattress shifted as Hamish crawled onto the berth beside me, his rock-hard cock bumping against my thigh. His lips trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, while his fingers continued their maddening circles around my clit.

“I want to taste him inside you,”

he whispered against my skin, the confession sending a shudder through me.

“I want to lick his cum off your pussy. Would you like that, Imogen?”

“Yes,”

I gasped, thrashing on the bed, desperate to be filled.

“Oh, fuck, please.”

Makai paused, his hand stroking his cock as he looked down at me.

“Are you on birth control?”

he asked.

“I don’t know that we have condoms on board, but I can look.”

“I’m on the shot,”

I assured him, reckless with desire.

“Just fuck me.”

He hesitated.

“I get tested regularly.”

He looked towards Hamish.

“But we should be sure—”

Hamish’s smile turned wolfish.

“You heard her. She needs you bare. And I want to see my wife with our cum dripping down her thighs. We both have clean bills of health, not that either of us has ever been with anyone else. And I trust you to keep her safe.”

“I want to feel your bare cock,”

I whined, reaching for him. It was impossible to think of the logical implications, all I wanted was to have him inside me.

“Please. I need it.”

Hamish’s fingers slipped inside me, two at once, making me arch off the berth.

“She’s so wet, so ready for you,”

he told Makai, his voice tight with need. He held up his fingers and let Makai taste them, and Makai moaned as he sucked on Hamish’s fingers.

Makai moved closer, his cock nudging against my entrance. I felt the hot, blunt shape and held my breath, suddenly aware of how much bigger he was than my husband.

“Tell me if it’s too much,”

Makai said, pressing forward slowly.

I gasped as the thick head breached me, stretching me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Hamish watched, his eyes fixed on the point where Makai’s cock disappeared into me, his hand moving to wrap around his own erection.

“That’s it,”

Hamish encouraged, stroking my hair back from my face.

“Take him, darling. You look so beautiful like this. His gorgeous cock stretching you open.”

Makai pushed deeper, his eyes locked on mine, gauging my reaction with each inch. The fullness was overwhelming, a delicious intrusion that made my toes curl. When he was seated fully inside me, hips flush against mine, he paused. I whimpered, bucking up into him, trying to get some friction.

“Fuck,”

he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

“You feel amazing.”

Hamish bent to kiss me, swallowing my moans as Makai began to move, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body relaxed around him. I’d never felt so thoroughly possessed and filled, and the knowledge that my husband was watching, encouraging, participating, made it even more intense. I reached down to stroke Hamish’s cock, loving how hard and wet watching me get fucked was making him.

“More,”

I begged, breaking the kiss to look up at both of them.

“Please, I need you both.”

Hamish rose from his knees.

“I want to watch you ride him,”

he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Makai rolled over, and Hamish gripped my hips, helping me straddle the sexy guide’s cock. I felt the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, and Hamish used one hand to guide Makai’s cock into me, while the other controlled my descent onto Makai’s thick shaft, impaling me on him.

“That’s it,”

Hamish encouraged, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided me lower.

“Take him, darling. All of him.”

I sank down slowly, my body stretching to accommodate Makai’s size. The angle was different now, deeper, and I gasped as his thick cock stretched and filled me in the most delicious way. Hamish’s hands never left my hips, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm as he helped me rise and fall on Makai’s cock.

“So bloody beautiful,”

Hamish murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder. This wasn’t like my husband, the careful, reserved man who’d shared my bed for years. Had he been hiding this wild and demanding side all along?

Makai gripped my thighs, his head falling back as I rode him.

“Jesus, you feel amazing,”

he groaned, hips thrusting up to meet my downward motion.

“So tight, so wet.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders, finding my own rhythm as Hamish’s hands moved from my hips to my breasts. He pinched my nipples, the sharp pleasure making me clench around Makai’s cock. I felt Hamish’s erection pressing against my lower back, hot and insistent.

“Look at you,”

Hamish whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Taking his cock so well. Does it feel good inside you, Imogen?”

“Yes,”

I gasped, unable to form more complex thoughts as pleasure built inside me.

“God, yes.”

Hamish’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. He circled it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as I bounced on Makai’s cock, seeking more. A wild, desperate pressure rose inside me. They held me trapped between them, with Makai’s cock inside me, his strong hands guiding my hips, Hamish’s chest pressed against my back, his fingers working magic between my legs.

Even as the pleasure started to feel like too much, I couldn’t escape, and I thrashed against them, grinding down on Makai. Makai’s fingers threaded into my hair as he pulled my mouth down to his, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock. Hamish’s fingers moved faster, and I screamed into Makai’s mouth as the orgasm crashed through me, grinding against the big cock inside me as I rode out the intense waves of pleasure until I collapsed, shaking against his chest.

Somehow, Makai held on and didn’t come.

“Good girl,”

Hamish said.

“I want to try something.”

I whimpered, realizing the men were both still hard and neither was close to done fucking me. He stepped away, and Makai wrapped his arms around me, holding me still on his lap, his cock pulsing inside me. He studied me, eyes dark, rubbing my back.

“Definitely a good girl,”

he whispered. I turned my head, resting my cheek on Makai’s shoulder, and watched as Hamish retrieved something from his bag—a small bottle of lube.

“Hamish?”

I questioned, my voice thin with need.

“You brought lube?”

Makai asked.

Hamish shrugged, his grin wicked.

“Ever since you told me you wanted to fuck my wife, I’ve been wanking off an awful lot. Getting a bit chafed.”

Makai groaned, pressing his hips up into me as he closed his eyes and blew out a breath.

“Fuck, man. Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve been all in.”

Hamish leaned down and kissed Makai roughly.

“I’m a proper English gentleman. Imagine saying such a thing.”

“I want to fuck you with him,”

he explained, squeezing lube onto his fingers.

“Feel him inside you while I’m inside you too. This cute little arse has been tempting me as I watched you ride him.”

Understanding dawned as I realized exactly where he planned to fuck me. “Yes,”

I breathed as I imagined being stuffed that full. “Please.”

Hamish moved behind me again, his slick fingers tracing down the cleft of my bottom. I tensed instinctively, then forced myself to relax. He touched me where Makai and I were joined, then slid his hand back up to spread my moisture over my virgin ass.

“We’ll go slow,”

he promised, pressing one finger inside me with exquisite care.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

The sensation was strange but not unpleasant—the slight burn giving way to a fullness that complemented the feeling of Makai’s cock in my pussy. Makai reached around and grabbed my bottom, spreading my cheeks like an offering to my husband. Makai kissed me, gently rocking his hips against mine, his hard cock sliding inside me.

Makai was patient as Hamish worked me open, whispering dirty words in my ears, calling me a good girl, a sexy slut. I knew he was as desperate as I was to fuck me, to come inside me, but he waited, moving just enough to stimulate us both.

“Do you need to be fucked in both holes, sweet girl? Do you want us to fill you up right?”

Makai asked.

“Yes,”

I whined, pressing back, then grinding down on Makai’s cock as Hamish added a second finger, then a third, stretching me with patience that belied the urgency I could feel in the trembling of his body against mine. All the while Makai whispered praise in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was being for them.

“I think you’re ready,”

Hamish murmured, withdrawing his fingers. I heard him slicking his cock with lube, and then the blunt head was pressing against my virgin hole.

“Relax for me, darling,”

he encouraged, one hand stroking down my spine.

“Just breathe.”

I rested my forehead against Makai’s shoulder as Hamish pushed into my ass with agonizing slowness. The pressure was intense, bordering on pain, but then he slid inside, and the sensation of fullness was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. With a cock in each hole, I felt so perfectly filled that I wasn’t sure I could ever give that feeling up.

“Oh my god,”

I gasped, trembling between them.

Hamish stilled, fully seated inside me, his chest pressed against my back, his cock making me feel stuffed full. “Alright?”

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

I nodded, unable to form words. The feeling of both men inside me—separated only by the thin wall between my ass and my pussy—was overwhelming, a fullness that verged on too much but somehow wasn’t. Makai’s hands came up to cup my face, his eyes searching mine.

“You’re incredible,”

he said, kissing me softly.

“Just breathe. You’re taking us so well. Now let us take care of you.”

They began to move together, establishing a rhythm that had one pushing in as the other withdrew. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending in my body singing with it. Hamish’s hands gripped my hips, controlling my movements between them, as they sped up, adjusted, started filling me both at once.

“Fuck,”

Hamish groaned against my neck.

“I can feel him. Inside you. Feel his cock rubbing against mine.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Makai’s hands moved to my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as his hips thrust up into me. I was completely at their mercy, filled and stretched and claimed in ways I’d never imagined.

“Touch her,”

Hamish commanded, his voice tight with restraint.

“Make her come.”

Makai’s hand slid down my stomach, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The added stimulation was too much—my body tensed, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. I felt the first tremors of orgasm start deep inside me, a tightening that made both men groan as my body clenched around them.

“That’s it,”

Makai encouraged, his movements becoming erratic.

“Come for us, Imogen.”

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, starting from my core and radiating outward until every cell in my body was alight with pleasure. I cried out, my nails digging into Makai’s shoulders as wave after wave crashed through me. My vision blurred, my body spasmed uncontrollably around the two cocks inside me.

They continued to fuck me through the orgasm, and it wouldn’t end. I gripped them both, my body shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through me, until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and my body went limp. And they kept fucking me.

Every time I thought I was coming down from the orgasm, it would start again, making me shake and quiver until it was almost too much. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but hold on and let them use my body, let them drive me over the edge of reason again and again.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,”

Hamish groaned, his rhythm faltering as he drove deeper into my ass.

“Imogen, fuck, I’m coming—”

I felt the hot pulse of his cum inside my ass, filling me with his release. I collapsed against Makai’s chest, my body still quivering with aftershocks.

“Holy shit,”

Makai gasped, his hips jerking upward as he fucked into me with desperate speed, holding my hips where he needed me.

“I can’t—fuck—”

His cock swelled inside me, then pulsed as he came, his heat filling my pussy. I felt it flooding me, hot and wet, exactly as my husband had wanted. Would Hamish lick me clean as he promised? The thought sent one final jolt of pleasure through me, leaving me limp and trembling between them.

For long moments, none of us moved, the only sound our ragged breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the hull. Hamish pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, his hands gentling on my hips. Makai’s thumbs stroked my cheekbones, his gaze softer than I’d seen it before.

Slowly, carefully, Hamish withdrew from my ass, the sensation making me whimper. Makai held me close, soothing me with whispered words I couldn’t quite catch. When Hamish moved to my side, he helped me lift off Makai’s softening cock, laying me gently on the berth.

“Wow,”

I groaned, laughing softly, relaxing as a sense of profound satisfaction, a bone-deep contentment, overtook me. The men settled on either side of me on the narrow berth, their bodies warm against mine.

“Beautiful,”

Hamish murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from my forehead.

“I love you, wife. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes held a new light, a freedom I’d never seen before. I hoped like hell that whatever we’d unlocked in him today was here to stay.

I reached over and hauled Makai closer, not wanting to let him go. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my neck.

“Fuck, Wedding Lady, I expected you to be fun when you unwound a little, but I had no idea.”