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"Fuck, Connor," he said softly. "I didn't know."
I darted my tongue out, capturing his thumb, tasting the last of his cum. Nick's breath caught audibly, his spent cock twitching against his thigh.
"Everything just changed, didn't it?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the new use I'd put my throat to.
Nick nodded slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “Is that okay with you?"
I looked to Lila, who was watching us with parted lips and flushed cheeks, clearly turned on all over again by what she'd witnessed. Her hand stroked my hair, gentle and approving. She beamed at me.
"More than okay," I replied, surprised by how steady my voice sounded despite the seismic shift I felt inside. I'd just sucked my best friend's cock—and I'd fucking loved it. Wanted more of it.
Chapter 10
Nick
The last night of vacation arrived with the quiet inevitability of a tide rolling in. Seven days had slipped through our fingers, seven days of redrawing the boundaries of friendship, of redefining what the three of us could be together. My body was deliciously spent, marked with traces of both Lila and Connor's touch, but my mind still raced with one final, unquenched hunger. I'd tasted Connor's mouth on my cock, felt the hot, eager pressure of his throat, but there was something more I craved—something I'd barely admitted to myself until now.
"You're thinking too loudly," Lila said, stretching languidly against the pillows, her naked body gilded by the soft lamplight. She spread her thighs, revealing the pink folds of her pussy, still glistening from our earlier activities.
Connor made a hungry sound, crawling between her legs. "Last night," he murmured, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. "Gotta make it count."
I watched, transfixed, as my best friend settled on his stomach, his face disappearing between his wife's legs. The long, muscular line of his back tapered to narrow hips, and his ass—fuck, his ass was perfect, two firm globes slightly parted as he shifted his weight. He'd always had a great body, something I'd noticed in passing during our college years, attributing my awareness to mere appreciation rather than attraction.
Now I understood differently. Those nights in our shared dorm room, when we'd bring girls back and fuck in front of each other, I hadn't just been listening to Connor's partners moan. I'd been watching him—the flex of his shoulders, the tight clench of his ass as he drove into whatever girl was beneath him.
"Jesus," I whispered, my cock hardening at the memory now superimposed over the present.
Lila caught my eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she watched me watching her husband. Connor was lost in his task, tongue darting in and out of her slit, making soft, obscene noises of pleasure. His legs had fallen slightly apart, offering a tantalizing glimpse of everything I suddenly, desperately wanted.
"I finger his hole sometimes, and he loves being penetrated. Right now, I'm pretty sure he's been wondering what it would feel like," Lila said softly, her gaze never leaving mine.
Connor paused, face still buried in her pussy, his body tensing slightly.
"You're welcome to fuck my husband's hole, Nick," she continued, running her fingers through Connor's hair. "If that's what you want."
The cabin's air seemed to thicken around us. Connor didn't protest—didn't even look up—but I saw the subtle shift in his posture, the way his ass rose slightly, an unconscious invitation.
My mouth went dry. "Connor?"
He turned his head just enough to meet my gaze, his lips slick with Lila's juices. "Fuck yes," he breathed, then dove back between Lila's thighs with renewed hunger.
That was all I needed. I positioned myself behind him, my hands ghosting over the planes of his back, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake. Connor had only sucked my cock the once, and I'd never touched another man's body with such deliberate intent, never allowed myself to fully acknowledge the depth of my desire. Yet here, in this small beach cabin where vacation rules had obliterated every boundary, I could finally admit to myself how badly I wanted to claim my best friend in the most intimate way possible.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to the knob of his spine, tasting salt and skin. Connor shivered beneath me. I worked my way lower, trailing kisses down the valley of his back, mapping each vertebra with my tongue. His skin was smoother than Lila's, the muscles beneath more pronounced, and the contrast was intoxicating.
"Look at you," Lila murmured, watching us with hooded eyes as Connor continued to feast on her. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you, Nick?"
I groaned softly. "I've been stopping myself from thinking about this for a while," I whispered as I reached the small of Connor's back, where a light sheen of sweat had gathered. The scent ofhim—male, familiar yet newly erotic—made my cock throb. I gripped his ass cheeks, squeezing the firm muscle, spreading him slightly to reveal the tight pucker of his hole.
I hesitated, suddenly uncertain despite the pulsing need in my groin. Connor must have sensed my pause because he pulled away from Lila long enough to look back at me, his face flushed with desire.
"Don't stop," he said, his voice rough with want. "Please, Nick. I washed up really good for you."
That undid me. He'd planned for this. He'd stood in the shower, thinking about me using his body the way I used his wife's body, as he soaped the part of him I was about to claim. I lowered my face, pressed a reverent kiss to each cheek, then licked a bold stripe across his hole.
"Fuck!" Connor jerked, his whole body tensing before melting into a trembling surrender. The reaction shot straight to my cock—the knowledge that I could reduce my confident, always-in-control best friend to this quivering mess with just my tongue.
Lila laughed softly, brushing Connor's hair back from his forehead. "I think he likes it, baby," she told him, guiding his mouth back to her pussy. "Now be a good boy and keep eating me while Nick gets you ready for his cock."
