Page 112 of Better When Shared
"Bedroom," I managed, the word coming out rougher than intended. "Please."
We moved as a unit toward my bed, hands roaming and mouths meeting in urgent kisses that tasted of promise and desperation. Clothing continued to fall—Marco's shirt joining mine on the hardwood floor, Juniper's dress pooling around her ankles as we stumbled through the doorway.
By the time we reached my bed, we were all breathing hard and mostly naked, skin flushed with arousal that had been building since the moment I'd walked back into that hotel suite. But instead of the frantic coupling I expected, they guided me ontothe mattress with movements that spoke of reverence rather than urgency.
They positioned me in the center of my bed like an offering, Egyptian cotton sheets cool against skin that felt fevered with want and anticipation. The urgency that had driven us from living room to bedroom transformed into something more deliberate, more worshipful, as if they understood that this moment required reverence rather than haste.
Marco knelt beside me, his skin warm in the lamplight, while Juniper settled on my other side with movements that made the mattress dip just enough to roll me slightly toward their heat. Their hands found my body simultaneously—four palms mapping territory they'd explored before but somehow felt new in this space, surrounded by my most private possessions.
"Look at you," Juniper murmured, her fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with touch that raised goosebumps across my chest. "So beautiful. All sharp edges and hidden softness."
Her mouth followed her hands, lips pressing against my throat while Marco's fingers explored the ridges of my ribs with careful attention. Each touch sent electricity racing through my nervous system, made my cock twitch against my stomach where it lay heavy and leaking.
"I want to taste every inch of you," Marco said, his voice rough with promise as his mouth found my chest. When his teeth scraped across my nipple, when he sucked hard enough to makeme arch off the bed, I thought I might come from sensation alone.
They worked my body with synchronized precision, four hands and two mouths creating patterns of pleasure that made coherent thought impossible. Juniper's tongue traced the hollow behind my ear while Marco's fingers found the sensitive skin below my navel, each touch building on the last until I was writhing between them like something wild.
But it was when Marco's mouth worked lower, when his tongue traced patterns that made my hips buck involuntarily, that the thought crystallized with perfect clarity. I wanted him inside me. Wanted to feel the thick length of his cock stretching me open, claiming me in ways I'd never allowed anyone before.
The realization should have terrified me—another boundary crossed, another assumption about my own desires proven wrong. Instead, it felt like revelation, like finding a piece of myself I'd never known was missing.
"Marco," I gasped, my hands fisting in his dark hair as he worked lower. "I want—I need—"
"What do you need?" he asked, lifting his head to meet my eyes with dark gaze that seemed to see straight through to my desperate core. "Tell me, Tristan. Use your words."
The request made heat flood my face, embarrassment warring with desire as I struggled to voice fantasies I'd never admittedeven to myself. "I want you inside me," I finally managed, the words coming out rough and desperate. "Want to feel you there."
Something shifted in his expression—surprise maybe, or recognition of the trust I was offering. He moved up my body to capture my mouth in a kiss that tasted of promise and possession, his tongue sweeping against mine with the kind of hungry precision that made my vision blur.
"Are you sure?" he asked against my lips, and the careful concern in his voice made my chest tight with emotion. "We can take this slow, make sure you're ready."
"I'm sure," I breathed, meaning it completely despite the nerves that made my hands shake against his shoulders. "Please, Marco. I need this. Need you both at the same time."
Juniper's laugh was warm and wicked as she reached across me to open the drawer of my nightstand, producing supplies I'd purchased weeks ago in a moment of fevered imagination but never thought I'd actually use. "Someone's been planning," she said with obvious approval, settling the bottle of lube within easy reach.
"Optimistic thinking," I admitted, heat flooding my face as she examined the expensive brand I'd chosen with typical attention to quality.
"Smart thinking," Marco corrected, his fingers trailing down my chest to trace patterns on my inner thighs that made my cockjump with anticipation. "Now spread your legs for me. Let me take care of you."
I obeyed without hesitation, thighs falling open to reveal everything to his hungry gaze. The vulnerability should have made me want to hide, should have triggered every protective instinct I'd developed over years of careful control. Instead, it felt like freedom—the kind of surrender I'd never allowed myself before they'd shown me what trust actually meant.
Marco's hands were gentle as they explored, fingers tracing sensitive skin while Juniper's mouth found my nipples again, her teeth and tongue creating distractions that made my entire body tingle with awareness. When slick fingers finally found my entrance, when Marco began the careful process of stretching my body open for him, I nearly came from the foreign sensation alone.
"Breathe," he instructed, his voice gentle but commanding as one finger worked inside me with movements that sent shockwaves through my nervous system. "Just relax and let me do the work."
The stretch was intense but not uncomfortable, foreign pleasure that made my hips move restlessly as I adjusted to the intrusion. When he added a second finger, when he began to move them in ways that found spots inside me I'd never known existed, I cried out loud enough to echo off the bedroom walls.
"There," he said with satisfaction, fingers pressing against something that made white-hot pleasure tear through my spine. "That's your prostate. Feel how good that is?"
I couldn't form words, could only gasp and writhe as he worked that spot with deliberate precision while Juniper whispered filthy encouragements in my ear. Her hands roamed my chest and stomach, then down to my cock, stroking my shaft until I bucked against her touch.
"Look how he's falling apart," she murmured, her voice thick as she watched me unravel under their combined touch. "So fucking beautiful when he lets go. When he stops trying to control everything and just feels."
Three fingers now, stretching me wider while Juniper's mouth found my cock, sucking the head while his hand worked my shaft in rhythm with the movements inside me. The dual sensation was overwhelming—pleasure building from multiple points until I thought my nervous system might short-circuit entirely.
"Please," I gasped, my voice breaking as pressure built low in my belly. "Marco, please. I need your cock. Need to feel you both."
"Soon," he promised, working his fingers deeper while his tongue teased at my balls, and Juniper’s swirled in patterns that made my vision blur. "Almost ready for me. Just a little more."
