Page 22 of Better When Shared
"Look at him," Lila's voice sounded distant, awed. "He's fucking insatiable."
Nick matched my rhythm, meeting each backward thrust with a forward snap of his hips that drove him impossibly deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans.
"Slow down," Nick ordered, his voice strained. "You're going to make me come too fast."
I didn't want to slow down. I wanted more, harder, deeper. I reached back blindly, fingers finding his thigh, nails digging in as I urged him on. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop, need your dick so badly. fuck, need you."
His hand suddenly tangled in my hair, yanking my head back in a move that sent a new shock of pleasure-pain racing through me. "I said slow down," he growled, his lips against my ear. "Or I'll stop completely."
The threat was enough to make me whimper, my movements becoming more measured, though no less desperate. Nick kept his grip on my hair, using it to control my pace as he ground himself against me, circling his hips in a way that made my cock drip precum onto the sheets below.
In one fluid movement, Nick pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and loomed over me, his chest heaving, cock glistening with lube. For the first time since he'd entered me, I could see his face—the blown pupils, the flush spreading down his neck, the sweat beading on his forehead. He looked wrecked, gorgeous, primal. Lila kneeled by my head, and her fingers carded through my hair.
"I want to see your face when I fuck you," he said, his voice rough as gravel. "Want to kiss you while I'm inside you."
I spread my legs wider in silent invitation, reaching for him. Instead of repositioning, he lowered himself over me, one hand bracing beside my head. His eyes locked on mine as he closed the distance between us.
The first touch of his lips against mine was tentative, questioning. Nothing like the frantic pounding we'd just shared. I answered by surging upward, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperate hunger. He tasted like mint, and I devoured it, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Nick's tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as his cock had moments before. He kissed the way he fucked—with confidence and skill that left me gasping for air when he finally pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting our lips.
"Fuck," he breathed, looking as dazed as I felt. "Should've done that years ago."
Lila pressed a pillow into his hands. "Put this under him," she instructed, her voice husky with arousal. "Better angle."
Nick lifted my hips, sliding the pillow beneath me with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the animal intensity of moments before. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, my ass tilted up in offering. He knelt between my spread thighs, reaching for the lube again, slicking himself generously before pressing the head of his cock against my entrance once more.
This time, the penetration was slower, more deliberate. I watched his face as he pushed inside, saw the pleasure washover his features as my body yielded to him. It was obscenely intimate, this face-to-face coupling, nothing hidden between us anymore.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, bottoming out again, grinding against me in a way that made my toes curl. "So tight, so hot."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands gripping his biceps. "Move," I commanded, my voice cracking. "Please, Nick, fuck me."
He began a steady rhythm, each thrust precise and devastating. The new angle let him hit that spot with every stroke, pleasure building like a tsunami inside me. My neglected cock lay hard against my stomach, leaking a puddle of precum onto my abs.
Nick glanced past me, at Lila, who was watching us with parted lips, one hand between her thighs. "Ride his cock," he told her, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Let him feel both of us at once."
Lila didn't hesitate, climbing over me with practiced ease. She straddled my hips, just in front of where Nick knelt, and reached down to guide my cock to her entrance. "Ready, baby?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer before sinking down in one smooth motion, taking me to the hilt.
The dual sensation nearly shorted out my brain—Nick's thick cock filling my ass while Lila's pussy gripped my shaft, hot and slick from her earlier orgasms. I arched off the bed with a hoarse shout, my body caught between them, impaled from both ends.
"Oh god, oh fuck," I babbled, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. "I can't—it's too much—I need you both so much."
"You can take it," Nick said, leaning forward to capture my mouth in another bruising kiss. The movement changed the angle of his thrusts, making me whimper into his mouth. "You're doing so fucking good, Connor."
Lila began to move, rising and falling on my cock in counterpoint to Nick's thrusts. Each time she rose up, he pushed in; each time she sank down, he withdrew. The coordination was mind-blowing, like they'd practiced this, like they'd planned exactly how to take me apart piece by piece.
I watched, dazed, as Nick reached for Lila over me. Their mouths met in a kiss that was all possession and heat, their tongues tangling visibly as they used my body between them. Far from jealousy, the sight sent a new wave of arousal crashing through me—my wife and my best friend, connected through me, using me for their pleasure as much as their own.
"Look at him," Lila said against Nick's lips, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm on my cock. "He loves being our fucktoy, doesn't he?"
The word sent a jolt through me. Fucktoy. That's exactly what I was in this moment—a vessel for their pleasure, something to be used and filled and taken apart. And god help me, I fucking loved it. Loved them. I was beyond sure of it at this point.
"Answer her," Nick commanded, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that made me see stars.
"Yes," I gasped, the word wrenched from somewhere deep inside me. "God yes, use me, both of you, please—"
They took me at my word, increasing their pace until I was nothing but a conduit for sensation. Nick fucked into me withabandon, all pretense of control gone. Lila bounced on my cock like she was trying to break me, her small breasts bouncing, nipples hard and flushed. They kissed again over me, their hands finding each other's bodies, touching and stroking while I lay pinned beneath them.
