Page 11 of Better When Shared
Nick's hand replaced Connor's, his thick fingers parting my folds with deliberate slowness. "Christ," he muttered, circling my entrance. "You're fucking drenched."
I reached for both their belts simultaneously, fumbling with buckles and buttons until I had access to what I wanted. Connor's cock sprang free first—familiar, perfect, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him, savoring his groan against my neck. Then Nick's jeans opened, and mybreath caught. He was thicker than Connor, longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. I held them both, one hard cock in each hand, weighing their heat and pulsing need, moaning as Nick flicked my clit with two fingers.
"Look at you," Connor murmured, watching me stroke them both. "Such a greedy girl. Two big cocks all for you."
Pushing Nick's hand aside, I sank to my knees without being asked, driven by a primal hunger to taste them both. Connor's length slid between my lips first—familiar territory, the taste and weight of him comforting even in this wildly new scenario. I worked him with practiced ease, knowing exactly how to hollow my cheeks and flick my tongue to make his thighs tremble. I wanted them to know that he was right. I was greedy for this. Desperate for it.
Then I turned to Nick, maintaining eye contact as I took him into my mouth for the first time. His taste was different—saltier, with a muskiness that made my pussy clench around nothing. I moaned around his girth, struggling to accommodate him.
"That's it," Connor encouraged, his fingers threading through my hair. "Make him feel good, baby. Show him how fucking talented that mouth is. Your lips look so pretty stretched around his cock, little slut."
I alternated between them, drunk on the power of reducing two strong men to ragged breathing and bitten-off curses. Nick's hand joined Connor's in my hair, guiding my movements with gentle pressure.
"Fuck, Connor," Nick gasped as I took him particularly deep. "Your wife's mouth is fucking incredible."
Connor's response was to tighten his grip on my hair, directing me back to his cock. "Wait till you feel her pussy."
The crude promise made me whimper, my thighs pressing together to seek relief. I worked them both with increasing desperation, one in my mouth while my hand pumped the other, switching back and forth until my jaw ached.
"Enough," Connor finally said, pulling me to my feet. "I want to watch you get fucked."
They maneuvered me toward the bed, hands everywhere—caressing, squeezing, guiding. Connor's fingers pinched my nipples while Nick's palmed my ass, spreading me open to slip a teasing finger between my cheeks. I shuddered at the dual assault, overwhelmed by the attention of four hands exploring my body.
"On your hands and knees," Connor directed, his voice thick with lust.
I complied, positioning myself on the queen-sized bed that suddenly seemed purpose-built for this transgression. Behind me, I heard the rustle of clothing as both men fully undressed, then the dip of the mattress as they joined me.
Connor appeared before me, his cock level with my face, while Nick's large hands settled on my hips from behind. The position—suspended between them—made me feel deliciously vulnerable, like a conduit for their pleasure.
"Open," Connor commanded, tracing my lower lip with his thumb.
I parted my lips, welcoming him back into my mouth just as Nick spread my ass cheeks. The first swipe of his tongue against my pussy made me moan around Connor's cock, my back arching instinctively.
"That's right," Connor encouraged, feeding me his length in shallow thrusts. "Take me deeper while my best friend eats your cunt."
Nick's oral skills were devastating—precise and intuitive in a way that suggested he'd had plenty of practice. He alternated broad strokes of his tongue with focused attention to my clit, occasionally dipping inside me with a teasing finger that never went deep enough. His stubble scraped deliciously against my inner thighs, adding a hint of rough texture to the slick heat of his mouth.
My world narrowed to the dual points of pleasure: Connor's cock stretching my lips, Nick's tongue working magic between my legs. I lost track of time, floating in a haze of sensation as they used me from both ends.
"Look at you," Connor murmured, his voice strained as he watched me take him. "Surrounded by us and loving every second."
He was right. The sheer masculinity of being bracketed by their bodies, the headiness of being the sole focus of their attention, the taboo thrill of my husband watching his best friend pleasure me—it was all too much.
Nick's tongue circled my clit with increasing pressure, two thick fingers now pumping steadily into my soaked pussy. I felt thefamiliar tightening deep in my belly, the electric build of an approaching orgasm.
"She's close," Connor observed, his fingers tracing my stretched lips where they wrapped around his cock. "I can always tell when she's about to come—her whole body gets tighter, more desperate. Make her come on your tongue, Nick."
The permission—or command—seemed to spur Nick on. He doubled his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips while curling his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. The dual stimulation catapulted me over the edge, and I came with a muffled scream around Connor's cock, my entire body convulsing.
"Fuck yes," Connor hissed, pulling out of my mouth to let me breathe through my orgasm. "That's my good girl. Coming all over my best friend's face while I feed you my cock."
Nick didn't stop, wringing every aftershock from my trembling body until I was forced to release Connor's cock, my breathing too unsteady to keep sucking. I collapsed onto my elbows, ass still raised, presenting myself in wanton surrender.
"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for. "Please, I need—"
"I know exactly what you need," Connor said, moving behind me beside Nick. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pressing my face into the mattress while raising my ass higher. "You need to be stuffed full of cock, don't you?"
"Yes," I whimpered into the sheets. "Fuck me, please."
