Page 204 of Better When Shared
“So you’re following his orders?” Makai pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his hands already working at the buttons of my blouse. “What do you want, Imogen?”
“You,” I gasped as his fingers brushed against my breast. “I want to be here with you. I was so afraid you wouldn’t want to spend time with an annoying Karen type.”
He laughed as he shoved me against the wall. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to spend time with you? I’m obsessed with you. I’m desperate for you every minute of every day.” His hands were everywhere—shoving my blouse off my shoulders, yanking my skirt up around my waist, tearing my panties down my legs. I fumbled with his belt, eager to feel him, to have him inside me.
“But do we really get along? Without Hamish?” I was trying to stay on task, really I was.
“Of course we do. Fuck, you’re already wet,” he groaned, his fingers sliding between my folds, finding me slick and ready. “So fucking perfect.”
I kicked off my underwear and wrapped one leg around his waist, opening myself to him. Makai unfastened his jeans just enough to free his cock, then lifted me completely off the ground, my back pressed against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely.
“You’re worried we have nothing in common? Are you fucking kidding me?” He stilled, and I squirmed against him. “Tell me what we have in common, Imogen.”
My brain wasn’t functioning properly. “Um. We like San Juan Island?”
“Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting a few times. “And?”
“Well, I’d like to learn to surf,” I whimpered, desperate for friction.
“And?”
“You’re funny?”
“You’re funny, too. And brilliant. And challenging. What else?” He punctuated each compliment with a rough thrust, completely frying my brain.
How could he talk so calmly with his cock inside me? “Fuck, I don’t know. We both really like to fuck?”
He laughed. “Not what I was going for, my gorgeous girl, but it’ll do.”
With that, he gripped my ass and slammed into me, again and again, the trailer shaking beneath us with each rough thrust.
“God, yes,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders through his t-shirt. “Harder, please.”
He obliged, setting a brutal pace that had the entire trailer rocking on its wheels. Each thrust drove me higher, the slight roughness exactly what I needed after days of missing both my men.
“I want to send Hamish a video,” I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could reconsider. “Want him to see us together.”
Makai’s rhythm faltered for just a moment, his eyes meeting mine with fresh heat. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He lowered me to my feet, leaving me bereft and empty. “On the workbench. Now.”
He grabbed his phone while I positioned myself on the fold-down table, lying back with my legs spread wide. Makai yanked my skirt higher, baring me completely to his gaze and his camera.
“I’ll keep your face out of it,” he promised, positioning the phone. “To be safe.”
Then he was inside me again, his thick length stretching me perfectly as he began to film. I watched his face, the concentration there as he captured the sight of his cock disappearing into my pussy, the wet sounds of our joining loud in the small space. “Mm, your tits look so sexy, bouncing as you take my cock.” He thrust into me with a hard snap of his hips, and I whimpered, arching my back for the camera.
“Say hello to your husband.”
“Hello, husband,” I whispered.
“Thank your husband.”
My cheeks heated. “Thank you for letting him fuck me while you’re away.”
Makai laughed, then angled the camera to show his fingers squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until I cried out.
“Touch your clit,” he directed, his voice rough. “Show him how you get yourself off while I fuck you.”
I slid my hand between us, finding my swollen clit and circling it with a happy moan as he thrust roughly into me, filming every moment. The combination of sensations pushed me toward the edge faster than I expected.
