Page 188 of Better When Shared
I desperately wanted his hand back between my legs, and I tugged it there, earning a sexy laugh.
“Look at you,” Makai said as his fingers finally connected with my clit. “Such a needy girl. You want to be fucked so good, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
I had always been the proper English rose, reserved even during sex. But the hunger in their eyes made me want to be the wanton creature they saw. Hamish moved to my other breast, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it into his mouth. I arched against him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“He wants to watch you. Did you enjoy watching him?” Makai asked. “It was so sexy.” The words tumbled out, breathless andfull of want. “I didn’t realize it could be like that. Never realized you wanted it.”
“I didn’t either,” Hamish admitted. “Not until Makai.”
“You’re both so fucking hot together,” Makai murmured, his fingers slipping inside me, spreading the moisture over my clit.
Hot breath feathered against my lips as Hamish dropped his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. The lingering hint of Makai on his tongue sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. Makai shifted position, guiding me down onto the cushioned berth, spreading my thighs wide as I fell back, and holding me open as both men stared down at my swollen, drenched pussy.
“Your needy girl is soaking wet,” Makai murmured. Hamish’s fingers circled my clit. His smile turned wolfish, an expression I’d never seen on my husband’s face before.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. “I need—I need—”
“We know what you need.” Makai positioned himself at the end of the berth, pushing my thighs wider as he knelt between them. His cock jutted out, thick and intimidating. “We’re going to give you everything.”
The mattress shifted as Hamish crawled onto the berth beside me, his rock-hard cock bumping against my thigh. His lips trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks,while his fingers continued their maddening circles around my clit.
“I want to taste him inside you,” he whispered against my skin, the confession sending a shudder through me. “I want to lick his cum off your pussy. Would you like that, Imogen?”
“Yes,” I gasped, thrashing on the bed, desperate to be filled. “Oh, fuck, please.”
Makai paused, his hand stroking his cock as he looked down at me. “Are you on birth control?” he asked. “I don’t know that we have condoms on board, but I can look.”
“I’m on the shot,” I assured him, reckless with desire. “Just fuck me.”
He hesitated. “I get tested regularly.” He looked towards Hamish. “But we should be sure—”
Hamish’s smile turned wolfish. “You heard her. She needs you bare. And I want to see my wife with our cum dripping down her thighs. We both have clean bills of health, not that either of us has ever been with anyone else. And I trust you to keep her safe.”
“I want to feel your bare cock,” I whined, reaching for him. It was impossible to think of the logical implications, all I wanted was to have him inside me. “Please. I need it.”
Hamish’s fingers slipped inside me, two at once, making me arch off the berth. “She’s so wet, so ready for you,” he told Makai, his voice tight with need. He held up his fingers and let Makai taste them, and Makai moaned as he sucked on Hamish’s fingers.
Makai moved closer, his cock nudging against my entrance. I felt the hot, blunt shape and held my breath, suddenly aware of how much bigger he was than my husband.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Makai said, pressing forward slowly.
I gasped as the thick head breached me, stretching me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Hamish watched, his eyes fixed on the point where Makai’s cock disappeared into me, his hand moving to wrap around his own erection.
“That’s it,” Hamish encouraged, stroking my hair back from my face. “Take him, darling. You look so beautiful like this. His gorgeous cock stretching you open.”
Makai pushed deeper, his eyes locked on mine, gauging my reaction with each inch. The fullness was overwhelming, a delicious intrusion that made my toes curl. When he was seated fully inside me, hips flush against mine, he paused. I whimpered, bucking up into him, trying to get some friction.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You feel amazing.”
Hamish bent to kiss me, swallowing my moans as Makai began to move, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my bodyrelaxed around him. I’d never felt so thoroughly possessed and filled, and the knowledge that my husband was watching, encouraging, participating, made it even more intense. I reached down to stroke Hamish’s cock, loving how hard and wet watching me get fucked was making him.
“More,” I begged, breaking the kiss to look up at both of them. “Please, I need you both.”
Hamish rose from his knees. “I want to watch you ride him,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Makai rolled over, and Hamish gripped my hips, helping me straddle the sexy guide’s cock. I felt the hard length of him pressing against my entrance, and Hamish used one hand to guide Makai’s cock into me, while the other controlled my descent onto Makai’s thick shaft, impaling me on him.
“That’s it,” Hamish encouraged, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided me lower. “Take him, darling. All of him.”
