Page 9 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Connor

I couldn't take my eyes off Nick's cock as it disappeared into my wife. Seven days into our vacation, and I'd become obsessed with watching them fuck, especially from this angle. Lila sat facing me on Nick's lap, her legs splayed wide, giving me a perfect view of every slick inch of him sliding in and out of her. My mouth went dry as I watched her pussy stretch around him, her wetness coating his shaft with each bounce. This wasn't part of the plan—I wasn't supposed to be this fixated on my best friend's dick. But we'd all agreed: no jealousy, no boundaries. I just hadn’t realized how tempted I’d be to break this particular boundary.

The beach cabin had become our playground since we'd arrived and discovered there was only one bedroom space. The beds hardly mattered anymore—we'd been fucking everywhere. Right now, they were on the loveseat, bathed in afternoon light from those oversized windows, with Lila spread open like the filthiest present I'd ever received.

"His cock feels so good, Connor,"

Lila panted, her hair cascading down her back, brushing against Nick's chest. She leaned back against him, her head falling onto his shoulder as he thrust upward, his hands gripping her waist with a strength that left fingerprints. "Baby,”

she whined, eyes hooded.

I shifted from the armchair where I'd been stroking myself lazily, moving to kneel on the rug in front of them. From here, I could see everything—the way her pussy lips clung to his shaft, how her juices had soaked his balls, the tight muscles of his thighs flexing with each upward stroke.

"You like the view?"

Nick's voice was rough, and I wondered if he was feeling the same curiosities I was… or if he was just really enjoying her pussy. He'd been my best friend since college, and we'd shared countless experiences—but nothing this intimate.

"Fuck yeah,"

I managed, my own cock straining against my palm as I continued to stroke myself.

"Love watching you destroy my wife's pussy."

Lila whimpered at my words, her eyes hazy with pleasure. Her small breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard and flushed. She reached for me, fingers beckoning.

"Come taste me while he fucks me, baby. I want your mouth."

My heart slammed against my ribs as I realized what she was asking. To put my face there meant being inches from Nick—from the cock I'd been staring at all week. I hesitated for only a second before crawling forward, settling between Nick's spread legs.

The heat of him radiated against my shoulders, his muscled thighs bracketing mine. I could smell him—sweat and musk and something distinctly Nick—mixed with Lila's arousal. My wife spread her legs wider, reaching down to spread her pussy lips apart.

"Please,"

she whispered.

I leaned forward, my tongue finding her swollen clit. She bucked against my mouth, gasping. Nick's cock continued to pump beneath my chin, creating a rhythm I found myself matching with my tongue. Each time he thrust in, I felt the movement transmit through Lila's body.

"Fuck, that's hot,"

Nick groaned, adjusting his position. His leg pressed firmly against my sides now. It was a casual but unmistakable contact.

"Look at him down there, worshiping your pussy while I fill you up."

I moaned against Lila's flesh, the vibration making her shudder. My hands moved of their own accord, one gripping her thigh, the other finding purchase on Nick's knee for balance. Neither of us acknowledged this point of contact, but I felt him flex beneath my palm.

Lila's breathing quickened, her voice rising into those breathy whimpers that signaled she was close.

"Don't stop, don't stop, oh god, right there—"

Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as she came, her body contracting violently. I felt Nick's cock pulse inside her, felt the way her pussy gripped him through the thin membrane separating my tongue from his shaft.

"Keep going,"

Nick commanded, his voice tight with restraint.

"She can come again."

I redoubled my efforts, licking and sucking at her sensitive bud while Nick maintained a relentless pace. His balls slapped against the underside of my chin with each thrust, no longer an accident but something neither of us was willing to acknowledge.

"Too much—can't—"

Lila's protests dissolved into another scream as a second orgasm tore through her, stronger than the first. Her thighs clamped around my head, her hands fisting in my hair painfully. I should have pulled back, given her a moment to recover, but Nick didn't slow his pace.

"One more,"

he growled, and I realized he was talking to me as much as to her.

Something primal took over. I wanted to make her come until she broke, wanted to feel Nick's skin against mine, wanted to taste more than just Lila. My tongue flattened and broadened its range, deliberately sliding lower with each pass. The first contact with Nick's shaft was brief—could have been an accident. The second lingered longer.

By the third pass, there was no pretending. My tongue traced the seam where they joined, tasting Lila's arousal and the salt of Nick's skin in a combination that made my cock throb painfully in my hand. Nick's rhythm faltered for just a moment, but he didn't pull away.

"Connor,"

he whispered, so low I almost missed it.

Lila was beyond words now, her entire body vibrating as a third orgasm built. I pressed one finger inside her alongside Nick's cock, feeling the tight squeeze, the slick heat, the hard ridge of him through her inner wall. The angle let me brush my knuckles against his shaft with each shallow thrust of my finger.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god—"

Lila chanted, her voice rising to a scream as she shattered again, her release gushing around Nick's cock and coating my chin. I licked it all up greedily, no longer even trying to disguise how my tongue followed the length of Nick's shaft each time he withdrew slightly.

I was lost in it now—the taste of them together, the heat of Nick's thighs tensing against my shoulders, the musky scent of male arousal mixing with female. My cock leaked steadily into my hand as I stroked myself, matching Nick's rhythm instinctively. With each thrust, my tongue grew bolder, tracing the underside of his cock when he pulled back, swirling around the base when he pushed deep.

Lila's body went rigid with a fourth orgasm, this one seeming to last forever. Her pussy clenched visibly around Nick's shaft, and her juices flowed freely onto my waiting tongue. I devoured everything, drunk on the power of making my wife come so hard while secretly getting my first taste of cock—my best friend's cock—without having to admit that's what I was doing.

Our eyes met over Lila's trembling body. Nick's pupils were blown wide, his breathing as uneven as mine. Something passed between us—acknowledgment, permission, hunger—as my tongue deliberately traced the length of him again, the pretense of accidentally tasting him long abandoned.

Lila collapsed against Nick's chest, her body going limp with exhaustion.

"Stop, stop, too much,"

she gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming.

I pulled back slightly, lips and chin glistening with her juices, chest heaving, cock throbbing almost painfully in my fist. Nick and I stared at each other, the moment suspended between us like a held breath, while Lila recovered just enough to notice the tension crackling in the air.

"I'm too sensitive,"

Lila whimpered, her body still trembling.

"It's okay,"

he said, his eyes locked on mine, not on Lila.

"I can finish in Connor's mouth."

The words hit me like a physical blow, my cock jerking in my hand at the suggestion. I should have laughed, should have told him to fuck off, should have reminded everyone I wasn't into guys. Instead, I froze, mouth suddenly dry, as Lila's eyes widened with delighted surprise.

"Fuck yes,"

she breathed.

"Please, baby, I want to watch you suck Nick's cock."

The confession brought a blush to her cheeks and released something inside me, giving me permission to explore this unexpected desire. She shifted, sliding off Nick's cock with a wet sound that should have been obscene but just made my mouth water. My eyes were glued to Nick's cock, glistening with my wife's juices, standing proud against his stomach.

Lila moved behind me, her small hands on my shoulders, nudging me forward.

"You've been staring at it all week, baby,"

she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and knowing.

"Don't pretend you haven't."

Had I been that obvious? The flush of embarrassment mingled with arousal, burning across my skin. Lila reached down, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, offering my best friend to me like some forbidden fruit.

"Vacation rules, right?"

His voice was rough, but his dark eyes showed uncertainty beneath the bravado—a flash of vulnerability that somehow made this easier.

"No boundaries, no strings, no jealousy."

Those words we'd all agreed to on our first night, when we'd discovered the cabin's single room would force an intimacy none of us had quite anticipated. Words that had let us share Lila between us, but that now stood on the precipice of something far more radical.

Lila's fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me forward. The head of Nick's cock bumped against my lips, leaving a smear of precum mixed with Lila's wetness. The scent of them together filled my nostrils—musky, salty, intoxicating.

"You don't have to,"

Nick said quietly, contradicting his body language as his fingers joined Lila's in my hair.

I met his gaze, saw the desire burning there, matching my own forbidden hunger. A hunger I'd been denying all week—hell, maybe all my life. My lips parted slightly, and Lila pressed Nick’s cock more insistently against them.

I should say no. Should get up and walk away. Should maintain that final boundary between friendship and whatever this was about to become.

“But I want to,”

I whispered as I opened my mouth.

Nick groaned as Lila guided his cock into my lips, the weight of him heavy on my tongue. The taste was nothing like I'd imagined—salty, musky, with the lingering sweetness of Lila's pussy. His hand tightened in my hair, not forcing but guiding, as he fed me the first few inches.

"Holy fuck,"

he breathed, his abdominal muscles tightening visibly.

"Your mouth, Connor... Jesus."

A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it, the vibration making Nick's hips jerk forward. Lila moved to kneel beside us, her hand joining Nick's at the back of my head.

"That's it, baby,"

she encouraged, her voice thick with renewed arousal.

"Take him deeper. Use your tongue to tease him. You look so fucking sexy sucking cock."

I flattened my tongue against the underside of his shaft, feeling the prominent vein that ran its length. When I reached the head, I swirled around it experimentally, tasting the fresh precum that beaded at the tip.

Nick cursed, his thigh muscles tensing beneath my hand. I hadn't even realized I'd grabbed him for balance, my fingers digging into the taut flesh. His skin was furnace-hot against my palm.

"Fuck, you're a natural,"

he groaned, his fingers loosening in my hair to stroke it instead. The gentleness of the gesture contrasted with the obscenity of what we were doing, and something in my chest constricted.

I took him deeper, wanting more, wanting all of him. My free hand wrapped around what wouldn't fit in my mouth, working in tandem with my lips. The stretch of my jaw, the fullness, the intimate vulnerability of having my best friend's cock sliding between my lips—it was nothing like I'd expected and everything I suddenly realized I'd been craving.

My own cock throbbed between my legs, harder than I could ever remember. I reached down to stroke myself, matching the rhythm of my bobbing head.

"Look at him,"

Lila whispered to Nick, her voice filled with wonder.

"He fucking loves it."

And God help me, I did. I loved the weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing hitched when I hollowed my cheeks, the pre-cum that leaked steadily onto my taste buds. I loved how his thighs trembled when I took him deeper, how his hand alternated between gripping and petting my hair.

"Use your hand on his balls,"

Lila instructed, her fingers demonstrating by cupping them gently.

"He likes it when they're tugged a little."

I followed her guidance, rolling Nick's balls in my palm, giving them the slightest pull as I sucked harder on his cock. The groan that ripped from him sent a spike of pure satisfaction through me—I was doing this, I was making him feel this good. Lila's hand stayed wrapped around him, working the base of his shaft while I focused on the sensitive head, my tongue flicking against the frenulum the way I liked when she did it to me. Nick's hand tightened in my hair again, this time with unmistakable urgency.

"Connor,"

he warned, his voice strained.

"I'm gonna—you should—"

He tried to pull back, giving me the chance to finish him with my hand, but I tightened my grip on his thigh, keeping him in place. Our eyes locked, and I saw the moment he understood—I wanted this, all of it.

"Fuck,"

he hissed, and then his cock pulsed against my tongue.

The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed reflexively, surprised by the texture, the taste, the intimacy of accepting this part of him inside me. Another pulse, and another, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. Some escaped the corner of my lips, but Lila's finger was there, catching it, pushing it back toward my mouth.

"That's it, baby,"

she whispered, her eyes dark with arousal.

"Take it all. Show Nick how good you are."

Nick's body had gone rigid, his head thrown back, cords standing out in his neck as he emptied himself into my eager mouth. I kept sucking gently, drawing out every last drop, savoring the way his cock twitched with oversensitivity, jerking myself to a frantic, wild orgasm as I drank down the evidence that I'd made my best friend come.

When I finally released him, my chin slick, Nick looked down at me with something like awe. His hand cradled my face, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where a trace of his cum still clung.

"Fuck, Connor,"

he said softly.

"I didn't know."

I darted my tongue out, capturing his thumb, tasting the last of his cum. Nick's breath caught audibly, his spent cock twitching against his thigh.

"Everything just changed, didn't it?"

I asked, my voice hoarse from the new use I'd put my throat to.

Nick nodded slowly, eyes never leaving mine.

“Is that okay with you?"

I looked to Lila, who was watching us with parted lips and flushed cheeks, clearly turned on all over again by what she'd witnessed. Her hand stroked my hair, gentle and approving. She beamed at me.

"More than okay,"

I replied, surprised by how steady my voice sounded despite the seismic shift I felt inside. I'd just sucked my best friend's cock—and I'd fucking loved it. Wanted more of it.