Page 15 of Better When Shared
I knelt behind her, admiring the view—her back arched, her ass presented to me, Nick's cock disappearing inside her pussy, stretching her wide. I squeezed more lube onto my length, coating myself generously before positioning the head of my cock against her prepared hole.
"Push back against me," I instructed, gripping her hip with one hand. "Slow and steady."
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Nick's chest, and pressed back. The tight ring of muscle resisted at first, thengave way, allowing my cockhead to slip inside. The pressure was fucking incredible—tight, hot, gripping me like a vise.
"Jesus Christ," I hissed, fighting the urge to slam forward. "So fucking tight."
Lila trembled between us, making small, desperate sounds. "More," she pleaded. "Give me more."
I fed my cock into her inch by inch, pausing whenever I felt her tense. Nick remained still beneath her, though I could see the strain in his jaw as he fought his own instincts.
When I was fully seated, buried to the hilt in her ass, we all froze. The sensation was overwhelming—not just the physical squeeze of her body around my cock, but the knowledge that only a thin barrier separated me from Nick's pulsing length.
"Holy shit," Nick breathed, his eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel you, man. Through her."
I nodded, unable to form words. I could feel him too—the rigid shape of him pressing against my cock through Lila's inner walls. It was filthy and intimate in a way I hadn't anticipated.
Lila's head dropped forward onto Nick's shoulder, her body quivering violently. "Move," she finally gasped. "Fuck me. Both of you. Please."
We established a rhythm—Nick thrusting up as I pulled back, then me driving in as he withdrew. Each counterpoint motion wrung a new sound from Lila's throat, from breathless whimpers to raw, animal screams.
"That's it," I growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Her response dissolved into incoherent babbling as we picked up the pace. I could tell she was already coming again, her body clenching around us in pulsing waves. Nick captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries as he hammered up into her.
I reached around to grab her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. The additional stimulation triggered another orgasm, this one so intense I thought she might pass out. Her entire body went rigid, then liquid, collapsing against Nick as she shook apart.
“Breathe, baby,” I reminded her.
"Fuck, she's going to make me come," Nick warned, his rhythm faltering.
I slid my hand from her breast up to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "You hear that, baby? Nick's going to fill this greedy cunt with his cum. And I'm going to flood your ass. You want that?"
"Yes," she sobbed, somehow finding the strength to push back against me. "Fill me up. Make me yours. Both of you."
Her words shattered the last of my control. I slammed into her, feeling the pressure build at the base of my spine. Nick and I locked eyes over her shoulder, a silent understanding passing between us. We drove into her together, abandoning our alternating rhythm for synchronized thrusts that had her screaming between us.
Nick came first, his face contorting with pleasure as he emptied himself into her. The visual of my best friend coming inside my wife, combined with the pulsing of his cock against minethrough her walls, pushed me over the edge. My orgasm tore through me like a storm, vision whiting out as I pumped jet after jet of cum into her trembling body.
For several heartbeats, we remained frozen in that tableau—Lila sandwiched between us, all three of us panting and sweat-slicked. Then, carefully, I withdrew from her, watching with primal satisfaction as a trickle of my release followed.
Lila collapsed onto Nick's chest, utterly spent, her body still twitching with aftershocks. I stretched out beside them, turning her face toward me for a tender kiss that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just shared.
"You okay?" I murmured against her lips.
Her smile was dazed but radiant. "Better than okay. That was... fuck, I don't even have words. I almost passed out from the pleasure."
Nick stroked her hair, his expression soft with something that went beyond mere satisfaction. "You're incredible," he told her, then looked at me. "Both of you."
Chapter 8
Lila
My body hummed with a delicious soreness that radiated from between my thighs, up through my core, to settle in the muscles of my shoulders and neck. Four days of being thoroughly fucked by two insatiable men had left me with a private, aching reminder of every position, every orgasm, every moment I'd spent sandwiched between their hard bodies.
"Going for a walk!" I called out, though the wind probably carried my voice away before it reached them.
It didn't matter. Connor turned anyway, his gold in his hazel eyes seeming to sparkle as they met mine across the distance. He raised his hand in acknowledgment, then nudged Nick, who glanced up from baiting his hook. Nick's smile hit me like a physical touch—warm and knowing, a silent reminder of how he'd looked staring up at me from between my legs just hours ago. My pussy clenched at the memory, a reflexive response I couldn't control anymore than I could control the tide.
