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I'd never rimmed anyone before, but I'd eaten enough pussy that instinct took over as I circled Connor's hole with my tongue, feeling the tight ring of muscle flutter against the pressure. I alternated between broad strokes and pointed jabs, working him open with a patience I didn't know I possessed. Each time mytongue breached him, Connor would whimper into Lila's pussy, his hips pushing back against my face in silent plea for more.
The bottle of lube appeared in my peripheral vision—Lila reaching to the bedside table where we'd kept it stashed since we'd started fucking her hole. I took it gratefully, coating my fingers while maintaining the steady assault of my tongue.
I groaned, pressing my forehead against the small of his back, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of what we were about to do. "I've never wanted anything so fucking bad." I looked up and met Lila's eyes with a wink. "Except maybe for your slut of a wife."
She laughed softly as I circled his entrance with one slick digit, feeling the muscle resist then yield as I pushed inside. The heat of him was staggering—tight, clutching pressure around my finger that made my cock ache with anticipation. Connor moaned, the sound muffled against Lila's folds, but his body told me everything I needed to know as he pressed back, taking my finger deeper.
"That's it," I encouraged, working the single digit in and out before adding a second alongside it. "Just relax for me."
Lila was watching us with undisguised fascination, her hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples as Connor continued to service her. "You should see his eyes," she told me, voice thick with arousal. "Every time you push those fingers deeper, he gets this look—like he's found fucking nirvana."
I curled my fingers, searching for that spot I knew would drive him wild, and when Connor's whole body jolted, I knew I'dfound it. His reaction was visceral—a strangled cry as he pulled away from Lila's pussy, forehead pressed against her thigh.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, pushing back frantically against my hand. "Right there, holy shit, Nick."
"He's such a sexy slut," Lila laughed, though the sound was warm with affection. She stroked Connor's flushed cheeks, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down his temple. "Now I know why he loves watching you fuck me. Look at him, taking your fingers so well. He's going to look so pretty with your cock inside him."
The image her words conjured—Connor split open on my cock, writhing with pleasure—nearly made me come untouched. I added a third finger, twisting and scissoring them inside his channel, stretching him with methodical care despite the urgency building in my gut. Lube dripped down his crack, pooling on the sheets beneath us, but I kept adding more, determined that this first time would bring nothing but pleasure.
Connor had given up all pretense of eating Lila out, his face pressed against her thigh as he panted and moaned, rocking back against my invading fingers. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the sheets.
"Please," he begged, his voice breaking on the word. "I'm ready, Nick. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me."
I looked up at Lila, seeking final permission, and found her nodding, her eyes dark with lust.
"Take him," she said simply. "He's been waiting for this longer than he'll admit."
I withdrew my fingers slowly, feeling Connor's hole clench around the emptiness I left. The sight of his stretched, glistening rim sent a surge of primitive possession through me. I'd done that—opened him up, made him ready. And now I was going to claim him completely.
I slid slowly inside, blowing out a breath as his tightness enveloped me. In some ways, it was just like any other sex. The tight, slick warmth of him fluttering around my shaft was delicious. The round curve of his ass as his hole swallowed me, pulling me deeper was so damn sexy. But I was intimately aware of the differences, too. I was fucking a man, all thick muscles and brute strength, and I found his body sexy as hell.
And this was my best friend. The fact that I already loved him more than anyone in my life made the sensation of breaching his virgin hole almost too intense.
Chapter 11
Connor
The world narrowed to the press of Nick's cock against my ass, the slick lube cooling between my cheeks as his hands gripped my hips with bruising intensity. I'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, my body trembling with equal parts terror and desperate need. Behind me, Nick's breath hitched, his chest pressed against my back as he leaned forward to whisper against my ear. "You sure about this?" His voice was rough velvet, scraping against every nerve ending I possessed. I couldn't form words—just pushed back against him in answer, my body making decisions my brain was too overwhelmed to process.
I couldn't focus on Lila's pussy anymore, and I turned, resting my cheek on her thigh as I arched up, presenting myself to Nick like he belonged inside me. And maybe he did.
"Breathe out," Nick instructed, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my lower back. I obeyed without thinking, and as my lungs emptied, he pushed forward—the blunt head of his cock breaching me with a pressure that bordered on pain.
"Fuck," I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
"Want me to stop?" Nick stilled, but I could feel the tremor in his thighs pressed against the backs of mine, the restraint costing him.
"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, surprising myself with the ferocity in my voice. The burning stretch was already transforming into something else, something that sent electric currents racing up my spine. I pushed back experimentally, taking another inch of him, and stars exploded behind my eyelids as he brushed something inside me. "Oh god."
"That's it," Lila murmured, her hand stroking my sweat-damp hair. "Take him, baby. He feels so good inside you, doesn't he?"
Nick sank deeper on her words, a slow, inexorable slide that seemed to split me open from the inside out. I forgot about Lila, forgot about giving her pleasure, forgot my own name as Nick bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against me. All I knew was fullness, pressure, and a desperate need to move.
I reared up suddenly, my back arching as I slammed myself backward onto his cock. The sound that tore from my throat wasn't human—a guttural, animal noise of pure need.
"Jesus Christ," Nick hissed, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "Connor, fuck—"
But I was beyond hearing, beyond rational thought. I fucked myself on his cock with wild abandon, my hips working in a frenzy, chasing a sensation I hadn't known existed until this moment. Each backward thrust sent lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting through me as he hit that spot over and over.
