Page 113 of Better When Shared
Juniper shifted and straddled my face then, her wet pussy hovering just above my mouth in invitation that made my cock throb against Marco's lips. "Take care of me while he preparesyou," she said, lowering herself until her taste flooded my senses. "Make me come while you fall apart for us."
I lost myself in the sensation of driving her over the edge while being opened for Marco's possession, tongue working her clit while fingers stretched me wider than I'd ever imagined possible. The room filled with our combined moans and gasps, the wet, filthy sounds of our lust.
The need to be inside Juniper consumed me with the same desperate hunger that made me crave Marco's cock. I guided her onto her back, positioning myself between her thighs while Marco's hands never left my body, maintaining the connection that kept me teetering on the edge of control.
"Yes," Juniper breathed as I lined myself up with her entrance, her eyes meeting mine. "Fill me up, Tristan. I need your cock inside me."
I pushed forward in one smooth thrust, her wet heat enveloping me with the kind of perfect pressure that made my vision blur at the edges. She was exactly as I remembered—tight and slick and impossibly responsive, her body welcoming mine with the familiarity of lovers who'd already learned each other's rhythms.
But this time was different. This time, I was positioned on hands and knees above her, my ass exposed and vulnerable to Marco's hungry gaze as he knelt behind me with cock hard and ready. The knowledge that he was about to claim me while I was buried inside his wife sent electricity racing through my nervous system.
"Perfect position," Marco murmured, his hands gripping my hips with possessive strength. "I can see everything—your cock disappearing into her pussy, how open you are for me. Are you ready, Tristan? Ready to be fucked while you fuck her?"
"Please," I gasped, the word torn from my throat by need that went beyond physical desire. "I need you both. Need to be completely yours."
The first press of his cock against my entrance made me still completely, every muscle in my body going rigid as I processed the sensation of being opened by something so much thicker than fingers. He pushed forward with careful pressure, the head of his cock stretching me wider than I'd thought possible while Juniper's hands stroked my chest in gentle encouragement.
"Breathe," Marco commanded, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. "Relax and let me in. You can take it—you can take all of me."
The burn was intense but not unbearable, foreign pressure that gradually transformed into something approaching pleasure as my body adjusted to his invasion. When he pushed deeper, when I felt the thick length of him sliding inside me inch by devastating inch, I thought I might come from the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.
"Fuck," I sobbed against Juniper's throat, my control completely shattered by the dual sensation of being inside her while being claimed by him. "So full, so fucking full. Can't—I can't—"
"You can," Juniper said firmly, her hands finding my face to force me to meet her dark eyes. "You're taking him so beautifully. Look how perfect you are, letting us both have you. Giving us both the ultimate pleasure."
Marco bottomed out with a groan that vibrated through his chest into my back, his cock buried so deep inside me I could feel him in my throat. The stretch was overwhelming—too much and perfect and exactly what I'd been craving without knowing how to name it.
"Move," I begged, my hips rocking involuntarily as I sought friction and depth in equal measure. "Please, both of you move. I need—"
After a few false starts, we found our rhythm, Marco pulling back as I thrust deeper into Juniper, then pushing forward as I withdrew, creating a synchronized dance that maximized pleasure for all three participants. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced—the tight heat of Juniper's pussy around my cock, the thick presence of Marco's length stretching me open, the feeling of being completely claimed, between them.
"Look at him," Juniper gasped, her nails raking down my chest as the movement drove me deeper inside her. "So fucking gorgeous when he lets go. When he stops trying to control everything."
Marco's response was to grip my hips harder, his rhythm becoming more demanding as he drove into me with strokes that found my prostate with devastating precision. Each thrust sentshockwaves through my nervous system, made my cock throb inside Juniper's welcoming heat while my vision blurred with sensation overload.
The room filled with the wet sounds of our coupling—skin slapping against skin, the obscene squelch of movement in tight spaces, gasps and moans that spoke of pleasure beyond description. Sweat dripped from my body onto Juniper's brown skin, marking her with evidence of our desperate connection while Marco's fingers left bruises on my hips that I'd wear like badges of honor.
"I need you," I heard myself saying, the words spilling from my mouth without conscious permission. "Both of you, always. Can't imagine going back to before, to being alone."
"You're not alone," Marco said roughly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own edge. "Never again. Not as long as you’ll have us."
“We need you, baby,” Juniper said, slamming her hips against mine. “You make us whole.”
The promises sent me spiraling toward climax with enough force to make my vision white out at the edges. When Juniper's orgasm hit, when her pussy clenched around me with rhythmic pulses that milked my cock, I came so hard I thought I might pass out from the intensity.
My release triggered Marco's, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with hot seed that marked me from the inside. Thesensation of being claimed so completely—of feeling his come paint my inner walls while my own release flooded Juniper's welcoming body—was overwhelming enough to bring tears to my eyes.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied breathing, none of us capable of movement beyond the gentle touches that confirmed we were all still present, still connected. Marco's arms wrapped around me from behind while I gathered Juniper against my chest, creating a cocoon of shared warmth that felt like coming home.
"That was," I started, then stopped, unable to find words adequate for what we'd just shared.
"Perfect," Juniper finished softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest while Marco's mouth pressed gentle kisses to the back of my neck.
"Revolutionary," Marco added with a laugh that rumbled through his chest into mine.
I closed my eyes and held them both closer, marveling at how completely my world had changed in the span of a few days. The man I'd been—controlled, isolated, afraid of his own desires—felt like a stranger now. In his place was someone brave enough to want things, to ask for what he needed, to build something beautiful with people who saw him completely and chose him anyway.
The future stretched ahead of us full of possibility—an inn to restore, a relationship to explore, a connection to nurture into something permanent and meaningful. Whatever challenges waited in the aftermath of public declaration and private discovery, we'd face them together.
