Page 82 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Hamish

I watched Imogen shift uncomfortably on Makai’s couch, dressed in just a white tank top and plain cotton panties. She had a heating pad clutched against her lower abdomen like a shield, and her face was paler than usual, her hair pulled back in a messy bun that somehow made her look both younger and more vulnerable.

I hated seeing her in pain, even the routine monthly kind.

“Stop looking at me like I’m dying,”

Imogen said, giving me a weak smile.

“It’s just cramps, darling. Nothing I haven’t dealt with a hundred times before.”

“I know, I just—”

I broke off as Makai emerged from the kitchen, steam rising from the mug in his hands.

“Hui’s special chamomile blend, with honey.”

He set the tea on the side table next to Imogen.

“She says it works wonders.”

Imogen reached for the mug, inhaling the fragrant steam before taking a small sip.

“Thank you. You’re both being ridiculous, you know. Hovering over me like I’ve got some terminal illness.”

“Can’t help it,”

Makai dropped onto the opposite end of the couch, his easy sprawl a stark contrast to my tense posture.

“Hamish is radiating so much anxious energy I might start growing a gray streak to match his.”

I ran a hand through my hair self-consciously.

“I don’t have gray streaks.”

“Yet.”

Imogen grinned over the rim of her mug.

“You know what helps cramps, though? Orgasms.”

My eyes widened.

“You want sex?”

“Sadly, I don’t feel quite up to anything rigorous,” she said.

Makai perked up.

“What if we give Imogen her vibrator, and… entertain her?”

I blinked, not immediately grasping his meaning.

“You want to use the vibrator on her?”

“More like a bit of pornographic fun for her to watch while she plays with her toy.”

Understanding dawned, sending heat rushing through my body.

“Oh!”

Imogen’s eyes lit up with mischievous interest.

“I hadn’t even thought of that. What kind of show? Blow jobs?”

“Patient’s choice, I’d say,” I said.

She turned to me, her discomfort momentarily forgotten.

“What would you think of letting Makai fuck you?”

The bluntness of her question hit me like a physical blow. My cock hardened instantly, pressing uncomfortably against my jeans as images flooded my mind: Makai’s powerful hands on my bare skin, his cock filling me while Imogen’s eyes followed every movement. We’d done so much together, but never this.

“I—”

My voice caught, and I had to clear my throat.

“I haven’t done that before.”

“That’s what makes it hot,”

Imogen said.

Makai studied me, his expression unreadable.“No pressure, man. I’m sure she’ll be just as entertained by mutual blowjobs.”

“But watching you come apart under his hands as his cock slides inside you…”

She shifted on the couch, and I could tell from the subtle change in her breathing that the idea turned her on.

I stared at the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was something I’d thought about—fantasized about, if I was being honest—since that first night on the boat. But thinking about it was one thing. Admitting that I wanted it, that I was choosing it, was another entirely.

“Hamish?”

Makai leaned forward, catching my eye.

“You good? We can drop it.”

“I want to,”

I said finally, the admission sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“I’ve been thinking about it. About you inside me.”

I directed this last part to Makai, holding his gaze despite the heat creeping up my neck.

Makai raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that made my stomach flip.

“You sure about that? It’s a big step.”

I nodded, unable to form more words, my entire body humming with a mixture of terror and anticipation.

“Well then,”

Imogen settled back against the cushions, adjusting her heating pad and reaching for her tea. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Shall we move to the bedroom so I can get my vibe?”

Makai stood and held out his hand to me.

“Come on, let’s give your wife a show.”

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. Beneath the nervousness was something stronger: desire, pure and overwhelming.

I followed Makai toward his bedroom, my legs wooden and my breath shallow in my chest. Behind us, Imogen padded softly across the wooden floor, heating pad pressed to her abdomen, her presence both comforting and intensely arousing.

The thought of her watching—of deliberately performing this most intimate act while she observed—was driving me wild.

Makai’s bedroom was simply furnished—a king-sized bed dominating the space, windows framing the darkening forest outside, and a reading chair in the corner. I waited as Makai prepared a space for Imogen. He carefully piled some pillows against the headboard, giving her a place to sit and watch, then set her tea on a coaster on the table. When he was satisfied, he gently helped her settle on the bed.

He kissed her, running a hand up under her tank top to cup her breast, then lingering there, deepening the kiss, until she whispered something in his ear that made him glance my way, hunger in his eyes.

“Go, take care of Hamish,”

she murmured, her eyes sparkling.

“I’ll enjoy watching.”

Makai winked and pulled her vibrator out of the bedside drawer she’d stashed it in the last time we played with it and handed it to her. He did a little more to prepare; setting out the lube, and laying a big towel over the empty side of the bed before he turned back to me.

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.”

He stepped closer and cupped my face in his hands, gently kissing me, his thumbs stroking up and down my jaw.

“Relax, baby. It’ll be okay. We can stop any time.”

I nodded, unable to speak as he reached for the buttons of my shirt. His fingers worked deftly, exposing my chest inch by inch. I’d never felt so aware of my body; the way my chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, the tremble in my hands as they hung uselessly at my sides.

“You can touch me,”

he said, amusement lacing his voice.

“The same way you always do. I won’t break.”

I lifted my hands to his waist, feeling the solid muscle beneath his t-shirt. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine with deliberate intent. I gripped him tighter, pulling him against me, desperate for friction.

He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Then his hands were on my bare skin, tracing patterns across my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that made me gasp against his mouth.

“Your wife is watching,”

he whispered, his lips moving to my ear.

“She sees how much you want this. Sees how much you want to be fucked in front of her.”

I shuddered, hyperaware of Imogen’s gaze on us. I glanced toward her, saw the flush on her cheeks, the intensity in her eyes as she watched Makai’s hands move over my body.

“I’m thrilled that I get to be your first. And I’ll take that honor seriously, and make sure you enjoy it.”

Makai’s voice had deepened with satisfaction.

He stepped back, pulling his own shirt over his head in one fluid motion. My breath caught at the sight of him—golden skin stretched over defined muscle. He was so sexy.

“Clothes off. Get on the bed, over the towel,”

he instructed.

“On your hands and knees. Did you clean yourself when you showered after our ride?”

“Yes,”

I said, flushing as I remembered just how thoroughly I’d attended to my backside, as if I’d been hoping for this.

I shed the rest of my clothes and crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. Makai stripped off his jeans and underwear, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock—thick and fully hard, already leaking at the tip. The sight of it sent a confusing mixture of trepidation and hunger through me.

How would that fit inside me?

He retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table before kneeling on the bed between my legs. I felt sexy and vulnerable all at once, exposed to his needs.

“Gorgeous,”

he murmured, running his hands up my thighs and over my back, his gentle massage coaxing me to relax.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this. You leaned over in my trailer and showed me that pretty little hole on our second day of surfing, didn’t you?”

I flushed with embarrassment, remembering how shocked I’d been when he’d walked in on me while I was changing. And how turned on I’d been a moment later, when he’d stripped right in front of me as if it was no big deal.

He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between them.

“I’m going to take my time with you,”

he told me, his clean hand pushing my thighs wider apart.

“Show you how prostate stimulation feels. Make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me tense involuntarily. He didn’t push inside immediately, just circled the tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure.

“Breathe,”

he instructed.

“Try to relax for me.”

I focused on my breathing, on the sensation of his finger teasing me, on the throbbing heat of my cock. Gradually, I felt my body begin to yield, the initial tension giving way to something warmer, more insistent.

When he finally pushed a finger inside me, I gasped at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the fullness was foreign, strange.

“That’s it,”

he encouraged, working the finger deeper.

“You’re doing great.”

Imogen made a soft sound. I turned my head to see her watching intently, her hand skimming over the outside of her panties.

“Does it feel good?”

she asked, her eyes dark with arousal.

Before I could answer, Makai curled his finger inside me, finding a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine. “Oh,”

I breathed, my hips lifting involuntarily off the bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Makai grinned, repeating the motion while wrapping his other hand around my cock. My head spun as the pleasure was compounded.

“More. Please.”

Makai obliged, adding more lube before pressing a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned a little, but his hand on my cock distracted me, keeping me hard and wanting as he worked me open with careful patience.

“Look at you,”

he murmured, scissoring his fingers inside me.

“Opening up so beautifully for me.”

He glanced at Imogen.

“Your husband’s a natural at this. Taking my fingers like he was made for it.”

Her eyes locked with mine, filled with such love and desire that it made my chest ache.

“I knew he would be,”

she said softly, shifting to slip the vibrator under her panties with a soft moan.

“You’re so sexy.”

Makai added a third finger, and I hissed at the stretch, my body clenching around the intrusion. He stilled his hand, giving me time to adjust, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my hip.

“Breathe through it,”

he instructed.

“It’ll pass in a second.”

He was right. The discomfort faded, replaced by a fullness that was increasingly pleasurable as he resumed the movement of his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. All the while, his other hand worked my cock in long, steady strokes, keeping me balanced on the edge of pleasure.

He took his time, touching that spot that made me shudder until my cock was leaking all over the towel he’d laid beneath us. My whole body shook with need, my entire focus on what his fingers were doing inside me.

“I think he’s ready,”

Imogen said, and I watched one of her hands trail up under her tank top, plucking at her nipple.

“Look how much he wants it.”

Makai’s eyes met mine, questioning.

“What do you think, Hamish? Ready for me to fuck you while your wife watches?”

I nodded, beyond words, beyond anything but the need burning through me. “Yes,”

I managed finally.

“Please. I’m ready.”

Makai positioned himself between my thighs. The blunt pressure of his cock against my hole made me tense involuntarily, my fingers digging into the sheets. This was it, the need I’d buried so deep I’d convinced myself it didn’t exist.

“Please,”

I begged, arching my back to give him access. I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way I’d never allowed myself to be before. There was only sensation and want and the desperate need to know what it would feel like to have him inside me.

He pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until my body yielded, allowing the head of his cock to breach me. I gasped at the burning stretch, so much more intense than his fingers had been. My body instinctively tried to resist the intrusion, to push him out.

“Breathe,”

Makai instructed, his voice tight with restraint.

“Bear down a little. It helps.”

I followed his guidance, forcing my body to tighten, then relax, to accept him. He inched forward, filling me by degrees, the sensation hovering on the edge between pain and something else, something I couldn’t yet name.

The mattress dipped beneath us, and I turned my head to see Imogen crawling closer.

“You’re doing so well,”

she whispered, stroking damp hair back from my forehead.

“Hamish, you look incredible like this, all spread out for our lover.”

She sat back on her heels, one hand still working the vibrator in her panties, the other skimming down my back, spreading my cheeks to give Makai better access. Her touch anchored me, gave me something to focus on besides the overwhelming fullness as Makai pushed deeper. When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, we both stilled, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.

“Fuck, you’re tight,”

Makai groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

“So fucking perfect for me.”

The crude words sent a jolt of arousal through me, making my own cock twitch against my stomach despite the discomfort. Imogen leaned down, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss.

“How does it feel?”

she asked against my mouth.

“Full,”

I managed, struggling to find words for the sensation.

“So full. And it’s him. It’s—”

I broke off as Makai shifted, changing the angle of his hips. The movement sent a spark of something electric up my spine, making me gasp.

“There it is,”

Makai said with satisfaction.

“Found your spot.”

He pulled back an inch, then pushed in again, deliberately angling toward the part he’d teased with his fingers earlier—my prostate, presumably. This time the sensation was stronger, a white-hot burst that momentarily eclipsed the discomfort.

“Oh fuck,”

I breathed, my hands flying to grip his forearms.

“Do that again.”

He obliged, establishing a slow, shallow rhythm that gradually built the pleasure with each careful thrust. The burning stretch faded, replaced by a building intensity that made my toes curl. I pushed back against him, seeking more.

“That’s it,”

Makai encouraged, his pace increasing.

“Take what you need.”

Imogen watched with rapt attention, her eyes dark with desire as she took in the sight of her husband being fucked by another man.

“You’re doing so well,”

she observed, her voice filled with wonder.

“Such a good boy for him.”

Something was unraveling inside me—the tight control I’d maintained my entire life, the boundaries I’d constructed, the fears that had kept me from fully embracing this part of myself. With each thrust of Makai’s cock inside me, another layer fell away, leaving me raw and exposed and gloriously, terrifyingly free.

“Harder.”

I could barely recognize my own voice.

“Fuck me harder.”

Makai complied immediately, gripping my hips and driving into me with increased force. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending cascades of pleasure through my body. I moaned shamelessly, all self-consciousness forgotten.

“Look at your husband,”

Makai said to Imogen, his voice strained with effort as he maintained the punishing rhythm.

“Taking my cock like he was born for it. So fucking tight and perfect.”

“I knew he would be,”

Imogen replied, her body shuddering as she fell back onto the blanket beside me, writhing as she pressed her toy to her clit, still watching me get fucked. I reached for my cock, desperate for additional stimulation, but Makai batted my hand away.

“Not yet,”

he said.

“Want you to come just from my cock. Just from me fucking your ass.”

The words alone nearly pushed me over the edge, but he abruptly pulled out. He shoved me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and drove roughly into me as Imogen cuddled close, moaning as her vibrator brought her close to orgasm. I writhed beneath him, completely lost to the sensations, to the fullness, to the rhythmic pressure against that spot inside me that sent sparks shooting behind my eyes.

“God, I’ve never seen him like this,”

Imogen whimpered.

“I think you need to fuck him more.”

Makai winked at her over my body.

“Amazing what a good prostate massage can do, right?”

He shifted position, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to drive even deeper, meeting my eyes as he fucked me. The change in angle intensified everything, making me cry out with each thrust. I was floating, disconnected from everything except the white-hot pleasure building inside me, threatening to consume me entirely.

“I think he’s close,”

Makai told Imogen, his rhythm never faltering.

“Look at his face. Your proper husband is about to come all over himself, cock untouched.”

He was right. The pressure was building to an unbearable peak, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My entire body tensed, hovering on the edge of something monumental.

“Let go,”

Imogen urged, her voice soft in my ear.

“Let us see you come, darling.”

Her permission was all I needed. The orgasm hit with devastating force, tearing through me like a tidal wave. I cried out, back arching off the bed as my cock pulsed, shooting streaks of cum across my stomach and chest without being touched. Beside me, Imogen let out a gasp, her body convulsing with her orgasm.

The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, radiating outward from where Makai was still pounding into me, drawing out my release with relentless precision.

“Fuck,”

Makai groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him, milking his cock.

“So tight when you come. I can’t—”

He thrust deep one last time, his body going rigid as he found his own release. I felt the pulse of his cum deep inside me, filling me. The sensation prolonged my own orgasm, aftershocks rippling through me in waves that seemed endless.

When it finally subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and dazed. Makai carefully withdrew, making me wince at the sudden emptiness.

“Holy shit, Hamish,”

he said, his breathing still ragged.

“That was fucking incredible.”

I couldn’t form words, couldn’t even open my eyes. My entire body hummed with lingering pleasure, my mind blissfully blank for perhaps the first time in my adult life. I felt the bed shift as Imogen stretched out on my other side, her hand resting lightly on my chest.

“I think you broke my husband,”

she said to Makai.

“Just gave him what he needed. He’ll recover. Eventually.”