Page 209 of Better When Shared
Makai studied me, his expression unreadable.“No pressure, man. I’m sure she’ll be just as entertained by mutual blowjobs.”
“But watching you come apart under his hands as his cock slides inside you…” She shifted on the couch, and I could tell from the subtle change in her breathing that the idea turned her on.
I stared at the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was something I’d thought about—fantasized about, if I wasbeing honest—since that first night on the boat. But thinking about it was one thing. Admitting that I wanted it, that I was choosing it, was another entirely.
“Hamish?” Makai leaned forward, catching my eye. “You good? We can drop it.”
“I want to,” I said finally, the admission sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. “I’ve been thinking about it. About you inside me.” I directed this last part to Makai, holding his gaze despite the heat creeping up my neck.
Makai raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that made my stomach flip. “You sure about that? It’s a big step.”
I nodded, unable to form more words, my entire body humming with a mixture of terror and anticipation.
“Well then,” Imogen settled back against the cushions, adjusting her heating pad and reaching for her tea. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Shall we move to the bedroom so I can get my vibe?”
Makai stood and held out his hand to me. “Come on, let’s give your wife a show.”
I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. Beneath the nervousness was something stronger: desire, pure and overwhelming.
I followed Makai toward his bedroom, my legs wooden and my breath shallow in my chest. Behind us, Imogen padded softly across the wooden floor, heating pad pressed to her abdomen, her presence both comforting and intensely arousing.
The thought of her watching—of deliberately performing this most intimate act while she observed—was driving me wild.
Makai’s bedroom was simply furnished—a king-sized bed dominating the space, windows framing the darkening forest outside, and a reading chair in the corner. I waited as Makai prepared a space for Imogen. He carefully piled some pillows against the headboard, giving her a place to sit and watch, then set her tea on a coaster on the table. When he was satisfied, he gently helped her settle on the bed.
He kissed her, running a hand up under her tank top to cup her breast, then lingering there, deepening the kiss, until she whispered something in his ear that made him glance my way, hunger in his eyes.
“Go, take care of Hamish,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling. “I’ll enjoy watching.”
Makai winked and pulled her vibrator out of the bedside drawer she’d stashed it in the last time we played with it and handed it to her. He did a little more to prepare; setting out the lube, and laying a big towel over the empty side of the bed before he turned back to me.
“We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.” He stepped closer and cupped my face in his hands, gently kissing me, his thumbs stroking up and down my jaw. “Relax, baby. It’ll be okay. We can stop any time.”
I nodded, unable to speak as he reached for the buttons of my shirt. His fingers worked deftly, exposing my chest inch by inch. I’d never felt so aware of my body; the way my chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, the tremble in my hands as they hung uselessly at my sides.
“You can touch me,” he said, amusement lacing his voice. “The same way you always do. I won’t break.”
I lifted my hands to his waist, feeling the solid muscle beneath his t-shirt. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, his tongue sliding against mine with deliberate intent. I gripped him tighter, pulling him against me, desperate for friction.
He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind me. Then his hands were on my bare skin, tracing patterns across my chest, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that made me gasp against his mouth.
“Your wife is watching,” he whispered, his lips moving to my ear. “She sees how much you want this. Sees how much you want to be fucked in front of her.”
I shuddered, hyperaware of Imogen’s gaze on us. I glanced toward her, saw the flush on her cheeks, the intensity in her eyes as she watched Makai’s hands move over my body.
“I’m thrilled that I get to be your first. And I’ll take that honor seriously, and make sure you enjoy it.” Makai’s voice had deepened with satisfaction.
He stepped back, pulling his own shirt over his head in one fluid motion. My breath caught at the sight of him—golden skin stretched over defined muscle. He was so sexy.
“Clothes off. Get on the bed, over the towel,” he instructed. “On your hands and knees. Did you clean yourself when you showered after our ride?”
“Yes,” I said, flushing as I remembered just how thoroughly I’d attended to my backside, as if I’d been hoping for this.
I shed the rest of my clothes and crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. Makai stripped off his jeans and underwear, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock—thick and fully hard, already leaking at the tip. The sight of it sent a confusing mixture of trepidation and hunger through me.
How would that fit inside me?
He retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table before kneeling on the bed between my legs. I felt sexy and vulnerable all at once, exposed to his needs.
