Page 189 of Better When Shared
I sank down slowly, my body stretching to accommodate Makai’s size. The angle was different now, deeper, and I gasped as his thick cock stretched and filled me in the most delicious way. Hamish’s hands never left my hips, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm as he helped me rise and fall on Makai’s cock.
“So bloody beautiful,” Hamish murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder. This wasn’t like my husband, the careful, reserved man who’d shared my bed for years. Had he been hiding this wild and demanding side all along?
Makai gripped my thighs, his head falling back as I rode him. “Jesus, you feel amazing,” he groaned, hips thrusting up to meet my downward motion. “So tight, so wet.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders, finding my own rhythm as Hamish’s hands moved from my hips to my breasts. He pinched my nipples, the sharp pleasure making me clench around Makai’s cock. I felt Hamish’s erection pressing against my lower back, hot and insistent.
“Look at you,” Hamish whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Taking his cock so well. Does it feel good inside you, Imogen?”
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to form more complex thoughts as pleasure built inside me. “God, yes.”
Hamish’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. He circled it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as I bounced on Makai’s cock, seeking more. A wild, desperate pressure rose inside me. They held me trapped between them, with Makai’s cock inside me, his strong hands guiding my hips, Hamish’s chest pressed against my back, his fingers working magic between my legs.
Even as the pleasure started to feel like too much, I couldn’t escape, and I thrashed against them, grinding down on Makai. Makai’s fingers threaded into my hair as he pulled my mouth down to his, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his cock. Hamish’s fingers moved faster, and I screamed into Makai’s mouth as the orgasm crashed through me, grinding against thebig cock inside me as I rode out the intense waves of pleasure until I collapsed, shaking against his chest.
Somehow, Makai held on and didn’t come.
“Good girl,” Hamish said. “I want to try something.”
I whimpered, realizing the men were both still hard and neither was close to done fucking me. He stepped away, and Makai wrapped his arms around me, holding me still on his lap, his cock pulsing inside me. He studied me, eyes dark, rubbing my back.
“Definitely a good girl,” he whispered. I turned my head, resting my cheek on Makai’s shoulder, and watched as Hamish retrieved something from his bag—a small bottle of lube.
“Hamish?” I questioned, my voice thin with need.
“You brought lube?” Makai asked.
Hamish shrugged, his grin wicked. “Ever since you told me you wanted to fuck my wife, I’ve been wanking off an awful lot. Getting a bit chafed.”
Makai groaned, pressing his hips up into me as he closed his eyes and blew out a breath. “Fuck, man. Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve been all in.”
Hamish leaned down and kissed Makai roughly. “I’m a proper English gentleman. Imagine saying such a thing.”
“I want to fuck you with him,” he explained, squeezing lube onto his fingers. “Feel him inside you while I’m inside you too. This cute little arse has been tempting me as I watched you ride him.”
Understanding dawned as I realized exactly where he planned to fuck me. “Yes,” I breathed as I imagined being stuffed that full. “Please.”
Hamish moved behind me again, his slick fingers tracing down the cleft of my bottom. I tensed instinctively, then forced myself to relax. He touched me where Makai and I were joined, then slid his hand back up to spread my moisture over my virgin ass.
“We’ll go slow,” he promised, pressing one finger inside me with exquisite care. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
The sensation was strange but not unpleasant—the slight burn giving way to a fullness that complemented the feeling of Makai’s cock in my pussy. Makai reached around and grabbed my bottom, spreading my cheeks like an offering to my husband. Makai kissed me, gently rocking his hips against mine, his hard cock sliding inside me.
Makai was patient as Hamish worked me open, whispering dirty words in my ears, calling me a good girl, a sexy slut. I knew he was as desperate as I was to fuck me, to come inside me, but he waited, moving just enough to stimulate us both.
“Do you need to be fucked in both holes, sweet girl? Do you want us to fill you up right?” Makai asked.
“Yes,” I whined, pressing back, then grinding down on Makai’s cock as Hamish added a second finger, then a third, stretching me with patience that belied the urgency I could feel in the trembling of his body against mine. All the while Makai whispered praise in my ear, telling me what a good girl I was being for them.
“I think you’re ready,” Hamish murmured, withdrawing his fingers. I heard him slicking his cock with lube, and then the blunt head was pressing against my virgin hole.
“Relax for me, darling,” he encouraged, one hand stroking down my spine. “Just breathe.”
I rested my forehead against Makai’s shoulder as Hamish pushed into my ass with agonizing slowness. The pressure was intense, bordering on pain, but then he slid inside, and the sensation of fullness was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. With a cock in each hole, I felt so perfectly filled that I wasn’t sure I could ever give that feeling up.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, trembling between them.
Hamish stilled, fully seated inside me, his chest pressed against my back, his cock making me feel stuffed full. “Alright?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
