Page 96 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Kiaan

Ryker’s footsteps were heavy behind me as I followed Skylar toward her bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was certain they could both hear it.

Eight years of friendship, of late-night conversations, of growing desire—all culminating in this moment where fantasy threatened to become reality. The narrow hallway seemed to stretch forever, each step bringing me closer to something I’d both craved and feared.

At the threshold, I hesitated, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over me. This wasn’t just about Skylar anymore. My growing need for Ryker was sending conflicting signals through my nervous system. I’d never wanted a man before—had never even considered it—but Ryker wasn’t just any man. He was Ryker. My friend. My fellow warrior in countless digital battles. The steady voice in my ear during my darkest moments.

He paused beside me, our shoulders nearly touching. When I glanced up, he caught my eye and winked, leaning close enough that his breath tickled my ear.

“This is how we get our Skylar back,” he said.

I frowned, narrowing my eyes.

“By fucking each other?”

Ryker shook his head, that familiar half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“By letting her take control, letting her dominate us. Trust me on this.”

Before I could respond, he took my hand in his, the casual intimacy of it sending warmth spreading up my arm. His palm was calloused, his grip firm without being demanding. He tugged me forward, leading me into the bedroom where Skylar waited.

The room was quintessentially Skylar—smaller than I’d expected, with a queen-sized bed that certainly wasn’t designed for three adults. Bookshelves lined one wall, crammed with technical manuals and sci-fi novels. A large monitor sat on a small desk in the corner, multiple gaming peripherals arranged neatly beside it. The walls were painted a soft blue-gray, and fairy lights were strung along the ceiling, casting everything in a gentle glow that softened the edges of reality.

It didn’t seem like enough space for what we were about to do, but fuck it—I didn’t mind. Not if it meant being with Skylar after years of fantasizing about her. And if Ryker was part of the package... well, that was a complication I was increasingly willing to navigate.

Skylar knelt in the center of the bed, still fully clothed, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. For all her commanding presence in the living room, she suddenly looked unsure, her confidence faltering in the face of what we were about to do. The vulnerability in her expression made something twist in my chest—a fierce protectiveness I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling.

Before I could say anything to break the tension, Ryker released my hand and began undressing. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, then unbuckled his belt with deliberate movements. There was no striptease, no performance—just the efficient removal of barriers between us. His jeans hit the floor, followed by his boxers, and then he was standing completely naked at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind his back like he was awaiting inspection.

“I’m yours to command, Skylar,”

he said, his voice deep and steady.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him—all that muscle and golden skin on display, his cock already half-hard against his thigh. It was larger than mine, thicker, with a slight upward curve that seemed almost deliberate in its perfection. I tore my gaze away, swallowing hard.

Not wanting to be outdone, I quickly followed his lead, stripping off the rest of my clothes with less grace but equal determination. My jeans and underwear joined his on the floor, and I stood beside him, shoulders squared despite the vulnerability of being naked in front of them both.

Skylar’s eyes widened, her gaze traveling slowly over our bodies, lingering in places that made heat crawl up my neck. There was something intoxicating about being observed like this—being desired so openly, so hungrily.

“Kiss him again,”

she said, her voice dropping to that husky register that never failed to send electricity down my spine.

“I want to watch you.”

Ryker turned to face me, his eyes asking a silent question. I nodded, and then his hands were on my shoulders, drawing me closer. Our bodies aligned, naked skin meeting naked skin in a shock of sensation that pulled a gasp from my throat. His cock brushed against mine, the contact sending sparks shooting through my groin.

This kiss was different from the one against the cabin wall—slower, more deliberate, without the edge of anger and confusion that had fueled our first encounter. His lips were soft, his stubble a pleasant friction against my skin. I whimpered and melted into it, my hands coming up to grip his biceps, feeling the strength in them as they flexed beneath my touch.

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him without hesitation, the taste of him—coffee and something sweeter—flooding my senses. Our tongues slid together, the intimacy of it making my head spin. My hands moved of their own accord, exploring the broad planes of his back, the dip of his spine, the firm curve of his ass.

He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and I realized with a jolt of surprise that I was fully hard now, my cock pressing insistently against his hip. More surprising still was the discovery that I liked it—liked the solid weight of him against me, the masculine scent of his skin, the strength in his hands as they roamed my body.

Most of all, I liked the way his hard cock bumped me, letting me know how turned on he was.

“Touch each other,”

Skylar commanded, her voice tighter now, strained with arousal.

“I want to see you touch each other’s cocks.”

We broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard, foreheads pressed together for a moment before we straightened. Ryker’s hand moved first, sliding down my stomach, fingers tracing the trail of dark hair below my navel before wrapping around my shaft. The sensation of another man’s hand on my cock—Ryker’s hand—sent a jolt of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain shooting through me.

“Fuck,”

I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

I reached for him, mimicking his grip, my fingers barely able to close around his thickness. He was hot and hard in my palm, the skin velvety soft over steel, already leaking pre-cum.

I tried something I enjoyed, smearing the slick fluid with my thumb across the head, and smiled at his answering groan. The weight of him in my hand was strange but not unpleasant. It was like touching myself, but not, and not as foreign as I’d feared.

I couldn’t believe I had Ryker’s cock in my hand, that I was stroking him while he did the same to me, that we were standing in Skylar’s bedroom with her watching us, directing us. It should have felt wrong, should have felt like a violation of everything I thought I knew about myself.

Instead, it felt like coming home.

I glanced at Skylar, still kneeling on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her pupils blown wide with desire. The look on her face—pure, undiluted want—was enough to chase away any remaining doubts. The way this turned her fueled my own reckless arousal. I loved the thought of her enjoying the show as I discovered parts of myself I’d never acknowledged before.

And the truth was, I was enjoying it too—not just because it pleased Skylar, but because it was Ryker. Because it was us, together, building something new and unexpected from the foundation of friendship we already shared.

Skylar sat back on her heels, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched us touching each other. Her eyes, normally so calculating and precise, had gone dark and wild with desire. She licked her lips, then crooked her finger in a beckoning motion that sent heat surging through my veins.

“Come here,”

she commanded, her voice husky with want.

“Both of you.”

Ryker and I exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between us before we moved in unison toward the bed. The mattress dipped under our combined weight as we positioned ourselves on either side of her. She reached out, placing a hand on each of our chests, her touch scorching my skin.

“Take off my clothes,”

she said, the words sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. “Slowly.”

I reached for the hem of her T-shirt, my fingers brushing against Ryker’s as we both followed her command. Together, we lifted the fabric up and over her head, revealing a simple black bra that cupped her small breasts perfectly. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her; no longer just pixels on a screen or words in a chat, but real, solid, breathtakingly present.

Ryker’s hands moved to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a deftness that made me wonder how many women he’d undressed before. I slid the zipper down, the metal teeth parting with a soft hiss that seemed to echo in the quiet room. We peeled the denim from her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, until she was left in nothing but her underwear.

“The rest too,”

she murmured, raising her hips to assist us.

I unhooked her bra while Ryker slid her panties down her legs, both of us moving with a reverence that bordered on worship. And then she was naked between us, all smooth skin and subtle curves, more beautiful than any fantasy I’d conjured during our late-night conversations.

“You’re being so good for me. Do you want to touch me?”

she asked, leaning back against the pillows. When we both nodded eagerly, she smiled.

“Let me show you how.”

She guided my hand to her breast, showing me how she liked to be touched—firm but not rough, with special attention to her nipple and the sensitive underside. Ryker’s hand she directed lower, between her thighs, demonstrating the circular motions that made her breath catch and her eyes flutter closed.

I leaned down to take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak as her fingers tangled in my hair. Beside me, Ryker’s head dipped between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider apart. The sight of his tongue tracing through her folds, tasting her intimately, sent a jolt of unexpected arousal through me.

Her back arched as we worked in tandem, my mouth on her breasts, Ryker’s between her legs. Her hands gripped us both, nails digging into my shoulder as she guided Ryker’s movements with increasing urgency. The sounds she made—soft gasps and broken moans—were the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

I switched to her other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before soothing it with my tongue. Whatever Ryker was doing made her thighs tremble, tensing around his head as her pleasure built.

“Yes,”

she hissed, grinding against his face.

“Right there. Fuck, don’t stop. Oh fuck, both of you at once is—”

Her whole body went taut, then shuddered as she came, a string of curses falling from her lips. I captured her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries, feeling the vibrations of her pleasure against my tongue. She tasted like honey and salt, her kiss becoming messier, more desperate as Ryker worked her through her orgasm.

When she finally pushed him away, too sensitive for more, her eyes were glazed with satisfaction. But there was a hunger there still, a need that hadn’t been fully sated.

“Kneel,”

she commanded, her voice still rough from her climax.

“Face each other. At the foot of the bed.”

We obeyed without hesitation, positioning ourselves as she’d ordered. My knees pressed against Ryker’s, our cocks standing at attention between us, the proximity making my pulse race. Skylar slid off the bed, kneeling beside us, her gaze moving appreciatively between our bodies.

She reached out, one hand wrapping around each of us, before bringing our cocks together—root to tip, the contact electric and obscene. Her hands were smaller than either of ours, but confident as she stroked us as one, her grip firm and sure.

“Fuck,”

I gasped, the dual sensation of her hand and Ryker’s velvet-soft shaft against mine overwhelming my senses.

It was lewd, delicious, everything I never knew I wanted—the friction of another cock against mine, the visual of her hands barely able to contain our combined girth, the way Ryker’s breath hitched each time our cock heads rubbed together. Pre-cum beaded at both our tips, mixing together as she spread it with her thumb, using it to ease her strokes.

“I want to see you suck Ryker’s cock. I want to watch you take him in your mouth, Kiaan.”

“He doesn’t have to—”

Ryker started.

Skylar raised an eyebrow.

“It’s Kitten’s kink, Ry. Yours is serving, being a helpful good boy. His is being a fucktoy. Being used and fucked.”

My stomach flipped, a mixture of nervousness and unexpected arousal flooding me. I’d never—this wasn’t something I’d even considered before yesterday. But the look in her eyes, the hunger there, made it impossible to refuse.

“I don’t know how,” I said.

She smiled, that confident, knowing smile that had always made my knees weak.

“I’ll teach you.”

She positioned herself behind me, one hand on the back of my neck guiding me down toward Ryker’s cock. Her other hand wrapped around his shaft, holding it steady as she brought my lips to the swollen head.

“Start with just the tip,”

she instructed, her voice low and commanding in my ear.

“Use your tongue. Taste him.”

I parted my lips, letting the broad head of his cock slide into my mouth. The taste was strange but not unpleasant—salt and musk and something uniquely Ryker. Above me, he groaned, the sound sending a thrill of power through me.

“Good boy,”

Skylar praised, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Now take him deeper.”

I obeyed, letting his cock slide further into my mouth, my tongue pressing against the underside where I knew the most sensitive nerves would be. His thickness stretched my lips, the weight of him heavy on my tongue. It should have felt foreign, invasive, wrong—but all I felt was a deep, primal satisfaction at the sounds of pleasure I was drawing from him.

“Fuck, Kiaan,”

Ryker gasped, his hand joining Skylar’s in my hair.

“Your mouth feels so good.”

Skylar repositioned us, forming a triangle on the bed—her mouth on my cock, me on Ryker’s, Ryker’s tongue working between her legs. The sensation of her wet heat around me while I serviced Ryker was mind-bending, pleasure coming from every direction at once.

Ryker’s hands buried themselves in my hair, guiding me, setting a rhythm that I followed eagerly. His cock was huge, filling my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat with each forward motion. I’d never imagined myself in this position, never thought I’d enjoy having another man’s dick in my mouth—but the weight of him, the taste, the sounds he made as I took him deeper, were intoxicating.

It wasn’t about him being a man. It was about him being Ryker—my friend, my companion through countless digital battles, the steady voice in my ear during my darkest nights. This was Ryker, and I wanted to make him feel good. Wanted to bring him the same pleasure he was giving Skylar, the same pleasure she was giving me.

Skylar’s technique was masterful, her tongue swirling around my cock in ways that had me moaning around Ryker’s shaft. The vibrations must have pleased him, because his grip in my hair tightened, his hips bucking forward slightly.

The pleasure built between my legs, a familiar tightening that signaled my approaching climax. Skylar increased her pace, her hand fondling my balls as she took me deeper. I fought to maintain my rhythm on Ryker, determined not to leave him behind even as my orgasm approached, moaning around his cock.

Skylar came first, her thighs clamping around Ryker’s head as she moaned around my cock, the vibrations pushing me over the edge. I exploded in her mouth, pleasure crashing through me in waves as she swallowed every drop.

She released me with a final lick, crawling up to kiss Ryker deeply, sharing the taste of my cum with him. The sight of them kissing above me, knowing he was tasting me on her tongue, sent a final aftershock of pleasure through my spent body.

But Ryker hadn’t finished yet. His cock was still hard in my mouth, his breathing ragged as I watched them kiss. I doubled my efforts, determined to bring him the same pleasure I’d just experienced.

“Fuck his mouth,”

Skylar commanded, breaking the kiss to look down at me, combing her fingers through my hair.

“He wants it. Look at him, such a hungry little cockslut.”

Her words should have embarrassed me, should have made me pull away in shame. Instead, they sent a thrill of dark pleasure through me, my cheeks heating not with humiliation but with a strange pride.

Ryker’s hands tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust more forcefully. The control was taken from me, my mouth becoming simply a vessel for his pleasure, and I loved it—loved the raw need in his movements, the desperation in his groans.

“Mm, good kitten,”

Skylar said.

“Pretty cock sleeve for Ryker.”

“I’m close,”

he warned, his voice strained.

“Fuck, Kiaan, I’m going to—”

He tried to pull back, but I gripped his thighs, holding him in place, wanting—needing—to taste his cum. His whole body tensed, then shuddered as hot jets of cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue, sliding down my throat as I swallowed reflexively.

“Good boy,”

Skylar purred, her hand gentle on my cheek as Ryker’s cock slipped from my lips.

“Such a good boy for us.”

I collapsed between them, spent and sated in ways I’d never experienced before. It wasn’t about being attracted to men—it was about being attracted to Ryker, to Skylar, to the three of us together. To the connection we’d built over years of friendship, the trust that allowed us to explore these new, uncharted waters without fear.

And as they curled around me, their bodies warm and solid against mine, I knew with absolute certainty that this was exactly where I belonged.