Page 98 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Kiaan

“That’s it, Kitten,”

Skylar purred, stroking her fingers through my hair as she pulled me down into her lap.

“Look how greedy your hole is. Arch for him.”

I buried my face against her thigh, embarrassment warring with arousal as her words sank in. Behind me, Ryker made a soft sound—half groan, half whimper—and his grip on my thighs tightened.

“You good?”

Skylar asked, dropping the domme persona for a moment.

“Yes,” I said.

There was a click of a cap, and Ryker drizzled more lube over my hole, pushing his fingers into me as he worked me open, making sure I was nice and slick.

The burn slowly transformed into something else—a pleasure so intense it yanked a ragged moan from my throat. My cock, hanging heavy between my legs, jerked and dripped pre-cum onto the towel.

“Found it. Does that feel good?”

Ryker murmured, his voice rough with desire. He crooked his finger, brushing against that spot again, and my entire body shuddered.

“Always knew he was a needy slut,”

Skylar said.

“Tell us what you want, kitten.”

The words stuck in my throat, pride warring with need. Ryker continued stretching me open with careful precision, and I found myself rocking back against their hands, chasing the pleasure they offered.

“I want—”

I broke off as Ryker’s finger pressed firmly against my prostate, sending white-hot sparks dancing behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, I want—”

“Use your words.”

Ryker added a third finger alongside the others.

“I want Ryker to fuck me.”

The confession was torn from somewhere deep inside me.

“I want his cock inside me. Please.”

I felt Ryker’s body shift behind me, his breath catching. Skylar stroked my hair, coming her fingers through it.

“Such a good Kitten. You hear that, Ryker?”

Skylar’s voice was silk and steel.

“Our sweet boy wants your cock.”

Ryker’s free hand stroked up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“I’ve never... you’ll be my first man, Kiaan.”

I would be his first, just as he would be mine. The thought sent a possessive surge through me, fierce and unexpected. I didn’t want him to have anyone else. No other men, just me and Skylar. He was ours, and we were his.

The intensity of the feeling should have scared me. I wasn’t gay, wasn’t even really bi—this was just about him, about them together, about Skylar’s kinks and my own. But the thought of him doing this with someone else made my stomach twist with jealousy.

“Turn over,”

Ryker said, his voice gentle but firm as he withdrew his fingers.

“I want to see your face.”

With Skylar’s help, I rolled onto my back. Ryker spread my legs and tried to line his cock up with my hole, dragging it against my opening as I writhed beneath him.

“Fuck, how do I—”

Skylar handed him a pillow.

“I think he needs to be higher. Hold still, kitten, so he can stuff your hole.”

Ryker was blushing as he grabbed a pillow, placing it beneath my hips to elevate them. Skylar reached forward and grabbed my knees, forcing me to expose my hole. I looked up at him, at his broad shoulders and flushed chest, at the raw hunger in his sea-glass eyes as he knelt between my spread legs. His cock jutted forward, thick and intimidating, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I licked my lips, remembering the taste of him.

Skylar sat at my head, her soft thighs the most delicious pillow.

“Look how beautiful you are, all spread out and ready for him. Giving this to him.”

She bent to kiss me, soft and sweet, a counterpoint to the intensity building between Ryker and me.

The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and panic flashed through me, hot and sharp. I was about to let a man fuck me. Let Ryker push inside me, claim me in a way I’d never imagined wanting. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to.

I sobbed, whimpering as he lifted my balls out of the way, letting me look down at his massive cockhead, dragging against my hole. “Oh fuck.”

“Breathe,”

Skylar whispered against my lips.

“You’re being so good for us, kitten. I know how much you love to be used. It might hurt the first time, but once you get used to him, you’ll be such a good little fuckhole, won’t you?”

Her praise washed over me like a wave, settling the panic. I reached up, wrapping an arm around her back, while the other gripped Ryker’s forearm.

“Please.”

The first push was overwhelming—pressure and burning stretch and fullness like I’d never known. I broke the kiss with Skylar to gasp, my eyes flying to Ryker’s face. What I saw there—the concentration, the restrained desire, the tenderness—undid something in me. This wasn’t just some guy. This was Ryker. My best friend. The man whose pleasure had become as important to me as my own.

I whimpered, shaking and desperate to end the strange sensation of being penetrated.

Ryker paused, halfway inside me, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. “Okay?”

Instead of answering, I arched up, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down into a fierce kiss. As our mouths met, I relaxed, and Ryker sank the rest of the way inside me in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck,”

I gasped against his lips, the sensation of being filled stealing my breath. There was no going back now. Ryker was inside me, his cock buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against my ass.

“Good boy,”

Skylar praised, her hand stroking my chest.

“Taking him so deep. You’re both so fucking beautiful like this.”

Ryker began to move—slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body adjusted to his size. Each drag of his cock across my prostate sent jolts of pleasure up my spine, making my toes curl and my back arch. I clung to him, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders as he found his rhythm.

“You feel incredible,”

Ryker groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling.

“So responsive. So tight, so hot around me.”

Skylar’s hand snaked between us, wrapping around my cock. The contrast between her small, soft hand and Ryker’s hard, driving thrusts was exquisite torture. I was caught between them, suspended in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

“Look at you,”

Skylar murmured, her voice thick with arousal.

“Taking his cock like you were made for it. My gorgeous kitten.”

Ryker’s thrusts grew harder, more urgent. His kisses turned rough, teeth nipping at my lower lip, his stubble scraping against my skin. The masculine weight of him, the scent of sweat and musk, the power in his movements—it was all so different from being with a woman, but no less intoxicating.

“You’d better not come,”

Skylar warned, reaching for my cock and stroking her fingers through the slick mess on my stomach.

The pressure building at the base of my spine was intense, wild, and I was desperate to orgasm in a way I’d never experienced before. I whimpered, fighting the urge to let go as Ryker’s cock speared me, hard and unyielding, every thrust sending sharp shocks of pleasure through my core.

He fucked me deep, stretching me open in a way that bordered on too much—bordered on perfect—and with every grind of his hips, my body clenched tighter around him, greedy for more.

Skylar’s hand kept stroking my cock, slick and fast, her other hand flat against my chest, pinning me down while Ryker drove into me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t catch my breath. Every time he bottomed out, his thick shaft hit my prostate and something white-hot exploded behind my eyes. I arched off the pillow, toes curling, desperate for release but terrified to come without permission.

“Fuck, Ryker—”

My voice broke as he pistoned harder, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my skin.

“You’re gonna make me—fuck—”

“Don’t you dare,”

Skylar growled, squeezing my cock just hard enough to make me gasp.

“You hold it. You take every inch he gives you. You show us how good you can be.”

Her praise sent a wave of heat crashing over me, shame and pride tangled together. I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips up to give Ryker better access, needing him to use me, fill me, mark me as his. Ryker groaned, deep and guttural, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself over me.

“Kiaan, you feel fucking incredible. So tight. I can’t—shit, I don’t want to hurt you—”

He paused, reaching out to brush a tear from the corner of my eye.

“Baby, is this okay.”

“You’re not,”

I panted, nails digging into his biceps as I clung to him.

“I need it. It’s so good. Ryker, please—fuck me harder—”

He slammed into me, hips slapping against my ass, the force of it making the bed creak beneath us. The stretch stung, but fuck if it didn’t make my cock leak harder into Skylar’s fist. I’d never felt so helpless or so worshipped, taken apart by both of them at once, dizzy with how right it felt to surrender.

Skylar leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as Ryker drove into me.

“That’s it, kitten. Let him fuck you. Let him break you open.”

Her words blurred everything else, sent my mind spinning. Ryker’s cock dragged across my sweet spot over and over, relentless, perfect, claiming territory no one else had ever touched. His thrusts grew rougher, sweat dripping onto my chest, his breath hot and wild as he lost himself in me. My body trembled, every muscle locked tight as I battled the pleasure threatening to snap me in half.

“Duchess, please—”

I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for anymore. Permission to come? For Ryker to fuck me more? I would have given them anything they needed.

“Not yet,”

Skylar purred, biting down on my shoulder and making me yelp.

“You’re just a cock sleeve now.”

Ryker’s rhythm faltered, hips jerking as he buried himself balls-deep inside me, and I felt it—the first pulse of his orgasm, thick and hot and unmistakable. Ryker’s whole body shuddered, muscles locking, his hands bruising my hips as he slammed home one last time.

“Fuck. Kiaan, I’m coming.”

The words ripped from his throat, raw and helpless, nothing left of his usual confidence. Just desperate, broken pleasure as he poured himself into me. The sensation sent a shockwave through my body; I could feel every pulse, every twitch, the heat of his cum filling me up and leaking around his cock.

He buried his face in my neck, breath hitching, voice gone wild.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight. I want to stay inside you forever.”

Okay, Ryker could call me his baby any time, especially while he was drilling that huge cock into me with desperate roughness.

Skylar’s fingers never stopped stroking my cock, milking every drop of pre-cum as I trembled on the edge. Ryker’s weight pressed me down, trapped between their combined strength and intent, and I was delirious with it. I wanted to come so fucking badly, wanted to paint Skylar’s hand and Ryker’s stomach with my release, but I held on because that’s what she’d ordered, and being good for her made every nerve ending sizzle. Ryker’s hips jerked in short, desperate thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, groaning my name, babbling filth against my skin.

“Kiaan, fuck, you’re perfect—yours, I’m fucking yours—look how well you take me.”

His voice cracked on the last word, like he was breaking apart inside me and loving every second of it. I whimpered, squeezing around him, wanting to milk every drop. The fullness was unreal, almost too much, and I could tell by the way his cock pulsed that he’d given me everything, marked me deep where no one else ever would.

Skylar kissed my jaw, her mouth wicked and sweet at once.

“That’s what I wanted to see,”

she whispered, biting gently at my earlobe.

“My boys. Ruined for anyone else.”

Ryker collapsed against me, the aftershocks making his entire body tremble. I felt the sweat-slick slide of his chest against mine, the trembling arms braced on either side of my head. He was still buried inside me, twitching, not pulling out—like he couldn’t bear to lose the connection even for a second.

“Holy shit,”

he gasped, finally lifting his head to meet my eyes.

“Thank you.”

There were tears there—real, unguarded emotion mixed with the haze of pleasure—and it hit me how much this meant to him, to both of us.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

I nodded, unable to manage words. All I could do was pull him into a kiss, messy and hungry, our mouths crashing together in a tangle of sweat and desperation. He tasted like salt and need, and I let him claim me all over again.