Page 219 of Better When Shared
She was naked before I registered her removing her own clothes, her hair falling around her shoulders as she positioned herself above me. The sight of her, flushed with desire, her perfect breasts swaying as she moved, stole my breath. Hamish appeared beside her, equally naked, his cock jutting proudly.
Imogen straddled me and sank onto me in one fluid motion that had us both gasping. The slick heat of her pussy gripping my cock felt like coming home.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I missed this. I missed you.”
She braced her hands on my chest, setting a deliberate pace, her inner muscles clenching around me with each rise and fall. I closed my eyes briefly, lost in the sensation of being inside her again.
I rolled her over, spreading her legs and drilling roughly into her, until I felt Hamish’s hand graze over my ass, and I froze.
“Is this okay?” he murmured against my ear, his hands smoothing down my sides, one wrapping around to stroke Imogen’s breast, the other trailing lower, down my back, between my legs.
“More than okay,” I managed, my voice rough with desire. I’d watched him with Imogen countless times, had him in my mouth, my hand, but we’d never crossed this final threshold. The thought of him inside me, filling me while I filled Imogen, sent a jolt of pure need through my body.
I felt his slick fingers—when had he grabbed the lube?—tracing the sensitive skin behind my balls, moving with deliberate purpose toward my ass. The first touch against my entrance made me tense involuntarily, caught between nervousness and desperate curiosity.
“Relax,” Hamish whispered, his free hand stroking my chest, my stomach, everywhere he could reach. “I’ll go slow. I remember how you opened me up.”
Imogen slowed her movements, watching my face with hungry eyes as Hamish’s finger circled my entrance, applying gentle pressure without pushing inside. Imogen’s wet heat gripped my cock as Hamish’s teasing touch against my ass made me tremble with need.
“Please,” I gasped, not sure what exactly I was begging for, just knowing I needed more.
Hamish’s finger pressed inside, just to the first knuckle, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the strange intrusion. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the fullness was foreign, intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
“Breathe,” Imogen instructed, leaning forward to kiss me deeply as Hamish worked his finger deeper, then added a second beside the first, stretching me with careful patience.
“You’re doing so well,” Hamish praised, his voice thick with arousal as he added a third finger, stretching me wider.
“I’ve never—” I broke off, gasping as his fingers brushed that spot again. “You’re my first.”
I felt Hamish go still behind me, his breath catching. “Your first man?”
“Like this,” I clarified, pushing back against his hand, wanting more. “First time being... fucked like this. I’ve only topped with guys.”
Hamish made a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and suddenly his fingers withdrew. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance, larger and more insistent than his fingers had been.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes, fuck, please,” I begged, past pride or hesitation. “Want to feel you inside me. Want both of you.”
Hamish pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until my body yielded, allowing the head of his cock to breach me. The burning stretch was more intense than I’d expected, teetering on the edge of pain before sliding into something deeper, more complex. Heavy and full and delicious.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, caught between the twin sensations of Imogen around my cock and Hamish filling my ass. “Don’t stop.”
Imogen clenched around me, her eyes locked on my face as Hamish inched deeper, filling me by degrees. When he was fully seated inside me, all three of us stilled, connected in the most intimate way possible.
“I love you,” Imogen whispered. “Love seeing you like this, taking both of us.”
“Love you too,” I managed, overwhelmed by the physical and emotional intensity of the moment. “Both of you. So fucking much.”
Hamish pressed his lips to my shoulder, my neck, anywhere he could reach. “Show us,” he urged, his hips making a small, testing thrust that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. “Move with us.”
Finding our rhythm took a moment of adjustment—Hamish pulling back as I thrust into Imogen, then filling me again as I withdrew—but soon we established a perfect synchronicity. Each forward push into Imogen’s slick heat was followed by the exquisite fullness of Hamish driving into me, the dual stimulation unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I groaned, my head dropping to Imogen’s shoulder as the pleasure built to nearly unbearable heights. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” Hamish promised, his pace increasing, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “Never stopping. Never leaving.”
Imogen lifted her head, pulling my face close, so she could kiss me. “Mine,” she whispered against my lips. “Ours.”
