Page 18 of Better When Shared
The beach cabin had become our playground since we'd arrived and discovered there was only one bedroom space. The beds hardly mattered anymore—we'd been fucking everywhere. Right now, they were on the loveseat, bathed in afternoon light from those oversized windows, with Lila spread open like the filthiest present I'd ever received.
"His cock feels so good, Connor," Lila panted, her hair cascading down her back, brushing against Nick's chest. She leaned back against him, her head falling onto his shoulder as he thrust upward, his hands gripping her waist with a strength that left fingerprints. "Baby,” she whined, eyes hooded.
I shifted from the armchair where I'd been stroking myself lazily, moving to kneel on the rug in front of them. From here, I could see everything—the way her pussy lips clung to his shaft, how her juices had soaked his balls, the tight muscles of his thighs flexing with each upward stroke.
"You like the view?" Nick's voice was rough, and I wondered if he was feeling the same curiosities I was… or if he was just really enjoying her pussy. He'd been my best friend since college, and we'd shared countless experiences—but nothing this intimate.
"Fuck yeah," I managed, my own cock straining against my palm as I continued to stroke myself. "Love watching you destroy my wife's pussy."
Lila whimpered at my words, her eyes hazy with pleasure. Her small breasts bounced with each movement, nipples hard and flushed. She reached for me, fingers beckoning. "Come taste me while he fucks me, baby. I want your mouth."
My heart slammed against my ribs as I realized what she was asking. To put my face there meant being inches from Nick—from the cock I'd been staring at all week. I hesitated for only a second before crawling forward, settling between Nick's spread legs.
The heat of him radiated against my shoulders, his muscled thighs bracketing mine. I could smell him—sweat and musk andsomething distinctly Nick—mixed with Lila's arousal. My wife spread her legs wider, reaching down to spread her pussy lips apart.
"Please," she whispered.
I leaned forward, my tongue finding her swollen clit. She bucked against my mouth, gasping. Nick's cock continued to pump beneath my chin, creating a rhythm I found myself matching with my tongue. Each time he thrust in, I felt the movement transmit through Lila's body.
"Fuck, that's hot," Nick groaned, adjusting his position. His leg pressed firmly against my sides now. It was a casual but unmistakable contact. "Look at him down there, worshiping your pussy while I fill you up."
I moaned against Lila's flesh, the vibration making her shudder. My hands moved of their own accord, one gripping her thigh, the other finding purchase on Nick's knee for balance. Neither of us acknowledged this point of contact, but I felt him flex beneath my palm.
Lila's breathing quickened, her voice rising into those breathy whimpers that signaled she was close. "Don't stop, don't stop, oh god, right there—" Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as she came, her body contracting violently. I felt Nick's cock pulse inside her, felt the way her pussy gripped him through the thin membrane separating my tongue from his shaft.
"Keep going," Nick commanded, his voice tight with restraint. "She can come again."
I redoubled my efforts, licking and sucking at her sensitive bud while Nick maintained a relentless pace. His balls slappedagainst the underside of my chin with each thrust, no longer an accident but something neither of us was willing to acknowledge.
"Too much—can't—" Lila's protests dissolved into another scream as a second orgasm tore through her, stronger than the first. Her thighs clamped around my head, her hands fisting in my hair painfully. I should have pulled back, given her a moment to recover, but Nick didn't slow his pace.
"One more," he growled, and I realized he was talking to me as much as to her.
Something primal took over. I wanted to make her come until she broke, wanted to feel Nick's skin against mine, wanted to taste more than just Lila. My tongue flattened and broadened its range, deliberately sliding lower with each pass. The first contact with Nick's shaft was brief—could have been an accident. The second lingered longer.
By the third pass, there was no pretending. My tongue traced the seam where they joined, tasting Lila's arousal and the salt of Nick's skin in a combination that made my cock throb painfully in my hand. Nick's rhythm faltered for just a moment, but he didn't pull away.
"Connor," he whispered, so low I almost missed it.
Lila was beyond words now, her entire body vibrating as a third orgasm built. I pressed one finger inside her alongside Nick's cock, feeling the tight squeeze, the slick heat, the hard ridge of him through her inner wall. The angle let me brush my knuckles against his shaft with each shallow thrust of my finger.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god—" Lila chanted, her voice rising to a scream as she shattered again, her release gushing around Nick's cock and coating my chin. I licked it all up greedily, no longer even trying to disguise how my tongue followed the length of Nick's shaft each time he withdrew slightly.
I was lost in it now—the taste of them together, the heat of Nick's thighs tensing against my shoulders, the musky scent of male arousal mixing with female. My cock leaked steadily into my hand as I stroked myself, matching Nick's rhythm instinctively. With each thrust, my tongue grew bolder, tracing the underside of his cock when he pulled back, swirling around the base when he pushed deep.
Lila's body went rigid with a fourth orgasm, this one seeming to last forever. Her pussy clenched visibly around Nick's shaft, and her juices flowed freely onto my waiting tongue. I devoured everything, drunk on the power of making my wife come so hard while secretly getting my first taste of cock—my best friend's cock—without having to admit that's what I was doing.
Our eyes met over Lila's trembling body. Nick's pupils were blown wide, his breathing as uneven as mine. Something passed between us—acknowledgment, permission, hunger—as my tongue deliberately traced the length of him again, the pretense of accidentally tasting him long abandoned.
Lila collapsed against Nick's chest, her body going limp with exhaustion. "Stop, stop, too much," she gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming.
I pulled back slightly, lips and chin glistening with her juices, chest heaving, cock throbbing almost painfully in my fist. Nick and I stared at each other, the moment suspended between uslike a held breath, while Lila recovered just enough to notice the tension crackling in the air.
"I'm too sensitive," Lila whimpered, her body still trembling.
"It's okay," he said, his eyes locked on mine, not on Lila. "I can finish in Connor's mouth."
The words hit me like a physical blow, my cock jerking in my hand at the suggestion. I should have laughed, should have told him to fuck off, should have reminded everyone I wasn't into guys. Instead, I froze, mouth suddenly dry, as Lila's eyes widened with delighted surprise.
