Page 210 of Better When Shared
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands up my thighs and over my back, his gentle massage coaxing me to relax. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this. You leaned over in my trailer and showed me that pretty little hole on our second day of surfing, didn’t you?”
I flushed with embarrassment, remembering how shocked I’d been when he’d walked in on me while I was changing. And how turned on I’d been a moment later, when he’d stripped right in front of me as if it was no big deal.
He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between them.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he told me, his clean hand pushing my thighs wider apart. “Show you how prostate stimulation feels. Make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me tense involuntarily. He didn’t push inside immediately, just circled the tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure.
“Breathe,” he instructed. “Try to relax for me.”
I focused on my breathing, on the sensation of his finger teasing me, on the throbbing heat of my cock. Gradually, I felt my body begin to yield, the initial tension giving way to something warmer, more insistent.
When he finally pushed a finger inside me, I gasped at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the fullness was foreign, strange.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, working the finger deeper. “You’re doing great.”
Imogen made a soft sound. I turned my head to see her watching intently, her hand skimming over the outside of her panties.
“Does it feel good?” she asked, her eyes dark with arousal.
Before I could answer, Makai curled his finger inside me, finding a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine. “Oh,” I breathed, my hips lifting involuntarily off the bed.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Makai grinned, repeating the motion while wrapping his other hand around my cock. My head spun as the pleasure was compounded.
“More. Please.”
Makai obliged, adding more lube before pressing a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned a little, but his hand on my cock distracted me, keeping me hard and wanting as he worked me open with careful patience.
“Look at you,” he murmured, scissoring his fingers inside me. “Opening up so beautifully for me.” He glanced at Imogen. “Yourhusband’s a natural at this. Taking my fingers like he was made for it.”
Her eyes locked with mine, filled with such love and desire that it made my chest ache. “I knew he would be,” she said softly, shifting to slip the vibrator under her panties with a soft moan. “You’re so sexy.”
Makai added a third finger, and I hissed at the stretch, my body clenching around the intrusion. He stilled his hand, giving me time to adjust, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my hip.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed. “It’ll pass in a second.”
He was right. The discomfort faded, replaced by a fullness that was increasingly pleasurable as he resumed the movement of his fingers, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. All the while, his other hand worked my cock in long, steady strokes, keeping me balanced on the edge of pleasure.
He took his time, touching that spot that made me shudder until my cock was leaking all over the towel he’d laid beneath us. My whole body shook with need, my entire focus on what his fingers were doing inside me.
“I think he’s ready,” Imogen said, and I watched one of her hands trail up under her tank top, plucking at her nipple. “Look how much he wants it.”
Makai’s eyes met mine, questioning. “What do you think, Hamish? Ready for me to fuck you while your wife watches?”
I nodded, beyond words, beyond anything but the need burning through me. “Yes,” I managed finally. “Please. I’m ready.”
Makai positioned himself between my thighs. The blunt pressure of his cock against my hole made me tense involuntarily, my fingers digging into the sheets. This was it, the need I’d buried so deep I’d convinced myself it didn’t exist.
“Please,” I begged, arching my back to give him access. I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way I’d never allowed myself to be before. There was only sensation and want and the desperate need to know what it would feel like to have him inside me.
He pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until my body yielded, allowing the head of his cock to breach me. I gasped at the burning stretch, so much more intense than his fingers had been. My body instinctively tried to resist the intrusion, to push him out.
“Breathe,” Makai instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “Bear down a little. It helps.”
I followed his guidance, forcing my body to tighten, then relax, to accept him. He inched forward, filling me by degrees, the sensation hovering on the edge between pain and something else, something I couldn’t yet name.
The mattress dipped beneath us, and I turned my head to see Imogen crawling closer.
