Page 19 of Better When Shared
"Fuck yes," she breathed. "Please, baby, I want to watch you suck Nick's cock." The confession brought a blush to her cheeks and released something inside me, giving me permission to explore this unexpected desire. She shifted, sliding off Nick's cock with a wet sound that should have been obscene but just made my mouth water. My eyes were glued to Nick's cock, glistening with my wife's juices, standing proud against his stomach.
Lila moved behind me, her small hands on my shoulders, nudging me forward. "You've been staring at it all week, baby," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and knowing. "Don't pretend you haven't."
Had I been that obvious? The flush of embarrassment mingled with arousal, burning across my skin. Lila reached down, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, offering my best friend to me like some forbidden fruit.
"Vacation rules, right?" His voice was rough, but his dark eyes showed uncertainty beneath the bravado—a flash ofvulnerability that somehow made this easier. "No boundaries, no strings, no jealousy."
Those words we'd all agreed to on our first night, when we'd discovered the cabin's single room would force an intimacy none of us had quite anticipated. Words that had let us share Lila between us, but that now stood on the precipice of something far more radical.
Lila's fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me forward. The head of Nick's cock bumped against my lips, leaving a smear of precum mixed with Lila's wetness. The scent of them together filled my nostrils—musky, salty, intoxicating.
"You don't have to," Nick said quietly, contradicting his body language as his fingers joined Lila's in my hair.
I met his gaze, saw the desire burning there, matching my own forbidden hunger. A hunger I'd been denying all week—hell, maybe all my life. My lips parted slightly, and Lila pressed Nick’s cock more insistently against them.
I should say no. Should get up and walk away. Should maintain that final boundary between friendship and whatever this was about to become.
“But I want to,” I whispered as I opened my mouth.
Nick groaned as Lila guided his cock into my lips, the weight of him heavy on my tongue. The taste was nothing like I'd imagined—salty, musky, with the lingering sweetness of Lila's pussy. His hand tightened in my hair, not forcing but guiding, as he fed me the first few inches.
"Holy fuck," he breathed, his abdominal muscles tightening visibly. "Your mouth, Connor... Jesus."
A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it, the vibration making Nick's hips jerk forward. Lila moved to kneel beside us, her hand joining Nick's at the back of my head.
"That's it, baby," she encouraged, her voice thick with renewed arousal. "Take him deeper. Use your tongue to tease him. You look so fucking sexy sucking cock."
I flattened my tongue against the underside of his shaft, feeling the prominent vein that ran its length. When I reached the head, I swirled around it experimentally, tasting the fresh precum that beaded at the tip.
Nick cursed, his thigh muscles tensing beneath my hand. I hadn't even realized I'd grabbed him for balance, my fingers digging into the taut flesh. His skin was furnace-hot against my palm.
"Fuck, you're a natural," he groaned, his fingers loosening in my hair to stroke it instead. The gentleness of the gesture contrasted with the obscenity of what we were doing, and something in my chest constricted.
I took him deeper, wanting more, wanting all of him. My free hand wrapped around what wouldn't fit in my mouth, working in tandem with my lips. The stretch of my jaw, the fullness, the intimate vulnerability of having my best friend's cock sliding between my lips—it was nothing like I'd expected and everything I suddenly realized I'd been craving.
My own cock throbbed between my legs, harder than I could ever remember. I reached down to stroke myself, matching the rhythm of my bobbing head.
"Look at him," Lila whispered to Nick, her voice filled with wonder. "He fucking loves it."
And God help me, I did. I loved the weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing hitched when I hollowed my cheeks, the pre-cum that leaked steadily onto my taste buds. I loved how his thighs trembled when I took him deeper, how his hand alternated between gripping and petting my hair.
"Use your hand on his balls," Lila instructed, her fingers demonstrating by cupping them gently. "He likes it when they're tugged a little."
I followed her guidance, rolling Nick's balls in my palm, giving them the slightest pull as I sucked harder on his cock. The groan that ripped from him sent a spike of pure satisfaction through me—I was doing this, I was making him feel this good. Lila's hand stayed wrapped around him, working the base of his shaft while I focused on the sensitive head, my tongue flicking against the frenulum the way I liked when she did it to me. Nick's hand tightened in my hair again, this time with unmistakable urgency.
"Connor," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna—you should—"
He tried to pull back, giving me the chance to finish him with my hand, but I tightened my grip on his thigh, keeping him in place. Our eyes locked, and I saw the moment he understood—I wanted this, all of it.
"Fuck," he hissed, and then his cock pulsed against my tongue.
The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, hot and salty. I swallowed reflexively, surprised by the texture, the taste, the intimacy of accepting this part of him inside me. Another pulse, and another, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. Some escaped the corner of my lips, but Lila's finger was there, catching it, pushing it back toward my mouth.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, her eyes dark with arousal. "Take it all. Show Nick how good you are."
Nick's body had gone rigid, his head thrown back, cords standing out in his neck as he emptied himself into my eager mouth. I kept sucking gently, drawing out every last drop, savoring the way his cock twitched with oversensitivity, jerking myself to a frantic, wild orgasm as I drank down the evidence that I'd made my best friend come.
When I finally released him, my chin slick, Nick looked down at me with something like awe. His hand cradled my face, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where a trace of his cum still clung.
