Page 211 of Better When Shared
“You’re doing so well,” she whispered, stroking damp hair back from my forehead. “Hamish, you look incredible like this, all spread out for our lover.”
She sat back on her heels, one hand still working the vibrator in her panties, the other skimming down my back, spreading my cheeks to give Makai better access. Her touch anchored me, gave me something to focus on besides the overwhelming fullness as Makai pushed deeper. When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against my ass, we both stilled, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Makai groaned, his hands gripping my thighs. “So fucking perfect for me.”
The crude words sent a jolt of arousal through me, making my own cock twitch against my stomach despite the discomfort. Imogen leaned down, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
“How does it feel?” she asked against my mouth.
“Full,” I managed, struggling to find words for the sensation. “So full. And it’s him. It’s—” I broke off as Makai shifted, changing the angle of his hips. The movement sent a spark of something electric up my spine, making me gasp.
“There it is,” Makai said with satisfaction. “Found your spot.”
He pulled back an inch, then pushed in again, deliberately angling toward the part he’d teased with his fingers earlier—myprostate, presumably. This time the sensation was stronger, a white-hot burst that momentarily eclipsed the discomfort.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my hands flying to grip his forearms. “Do that again.”
He obliged, establishing a slow, shallow rhythm that gradually built the pleasure with each careful thrust. The burning stretch faded, replaced by a building intensity that made my toes curl. I pushed back against him, seeking more.
“That’s it,” Makai encouraged, his pace increasing. “Take what you need.”
Imogen watched with rapt attention, her eyes dark with desire as she took in the sight of her husband being fucked by another man. “You’re doing so well,” she observed, her voice filled with wonder. “Such a good boy for him.”
Something was unraveling inside me—the tight control I’d maintained my entire life, the boundaries I’d constructed, the fears that had kept me from fully embracing this part of myself. With each thrust of Makai’s cock inside me, another layer fell away, leaving me raw and exposed and gloriously, terrifyingly free.
“Harder.” I could barely recognize my own voice. “Fuck me harder.”
Makai complied immediately, gripping my hips and driving into me with increased force. Each thrust hit that perfect spot insideme, sending cascades of pleasure through my body. I moaned shamelessly, all self-consciousness forgotten.
“Look at your husband,” Makai said to Imogen, his voice strained with effort as he maintained the punishing rhythm. “Taking my cock like he was born for it. So fucking tight and perfect.”
“I knew he would be,” Imogen replied, her body shuddering as she fell back onto the blanket beside me, writhing as she pressed her toy to her clit, still watching me get fucked. I reached for my cock, desperate for additional stimulation, but Makai batted my hand away.
“Not yet,” he said. “Want you to come just from my cock. Just from me fucking your ass.”
The words alone nearly pushed me over the edge, but he abruptly pulled out. He shoved me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and drove roughly into me as Imogen cuddled close, moaning as her vibrator brought her close to orgasm. I writhed beneath him, completely lost to the sensations, to the fullness, to the rhythmic pressure against that spot inside me that sent sparks shooting behind my eyes.
“God, I’ve never seen him like this,” Imogen whimpered. “I think you need to fuck him more.”
Makai winked at her over my body. “Amazing what a good prostate massage can do, right?”
He shifted position, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to drive even deeper, meeting my eyes as he fucked me. The change in angle intensified everything, making me cry out with each thrust. I was floating, disconnected from everything except the white-hot pleasure building inside me, threatening to consume me entirely.
“I think he’s close,” Makai told Imogen, his rhythm never faltering. “Look at his face. Your proper husband is about to come all over himself, cock untouched.”
He was right. The pressure was building to an unbearable peak, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My entire body tensed, hovering on the edge of something monumental.
“Let go,” Imogen urged, her voice soft in my ear. “Let us see you come, darling.”
Her permission was all I needed. The orgasm hit with devastating force, tearing through me like a tidal wave. I cried out, back arching off the bed as my cock pulsed, shooting streaks of cum across my stomach and chest without being touched. Beside me, Imogen let out a gasp, her body convulsing with her orgasm.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, radiating outward from where Makai was still pounding into me, drawing out my release with relentless precision.
“Fuck,” Makai groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him, milking his cock. “So tight when you come. I can’t—”
He thrust deep one last time, his body going rigid as he found his own release. I felt the pulse of his cum deep inside me, filling me. The sensation prolonged my own orgasm, aftershocks rippling through me in waves that seemed endless.
When it finally subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and dazed. Makai carefully withdrew, making me wince at the sudden emptiness.
