Page 24 of Better When Shared
"Fuck, Lila." His breath hitched. "All I want in life is to get fucked by my best friend often enough that my hole is actually used to taking that monster cock of his. Is that too much to ask?" He laughed, but there was a thread of real frustration laced through it. "And watching him fuck you, of course. The way you arch when he hits that spot deep inside you that makes you scream."
I turned in his arms, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat. "We're pathetic, aren't we? Two grown adults madly in love with a man who lives in another city." My hand traced the outline of his hardening cock through his sweatpants. "Though I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting that. I want it too—watching him work you open with those long fingers, the way your eyes roll back when he finally pushes in."
"Jesus," Connor groaned, his hips lifting slightly into my touch. "Any more of that and we'll end up fucking on this couch while texting him dirty pictures. Again."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." I bit his earlobe, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. "He loves our dirty pictures. Besides, since he missed last weekend, it's been two weeks. You tellingme you don't miss the way he tastes when he comes down your throat?"
Connor's retort was cut short by our apartment buzzer. We both startled like teenagers caught making out.
"That'll be dinner," I said, reluctantly peeling myself from my husband's lap. I padded across our apartment to the intercom, pressing the button with a sigh. "Coming up?"
There was a pause, then a deep, familiar chuckle that sent electricity racing through my veins. "I certainly hope so."
"Nick?" I whispered, then louder, "Nick! Oh my god, get up here!" I slammed my finger against the entry button, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.
Three sharp knocks on our door sent me sprinting across the room. I yanked the door open to find Nick leaning against the frame, his tall figure silhouetted by the hallway light, black hair falling across his forehead in that perfectly messy way that always made my fingers itch to touch it.
"Surprise," he said, dark eyes crinkling at the corners.
I didn't speak—couldn't speak—launching myself at him instead. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me easily as our mouths crashed together. He tasted like coffee and mint and something uniquely him that I'd been craving for weeks. My legs locked around his waist, and he carried me inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Miss me?" he murmured against my lips, his stubble rough against my chin.
"Fuck you," I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling, earning a low groan that vibrated through both our bodies. "Two weeks. Two fucking weeks, Nick. I love you so much."
"Had some things to sort out," he said, walking us toward the living room where Connor waited. "Important things. Three months of only seeing the people I love most in this world on weekends has been killing me."
Connor was on us in seconds, his hand curling around the back of Nick's neck to pull him into a bruising kiss over my shoulder. I watched them from inches away, the familiar surge of arousal flooding my system at the sight of my husband's tongue sliding against his best friend's. Nick's grip on my ass tightened, fingers digging into the flesh beneath my thin leggings.
"We were just talking about you," Connor said when they broke apart, both breathing hard.
Nick's eyebrow quirked up. "Good things, I hope."
"Very good things," I confirmed, rolling my hips against the hardness I could feel growing against me. "Connor was just explaining in detail how desperately he wants your cock in his ass."
"Was he now?" Nick's eyes darkened as they flicked to Connor's flushed face. "And what were you saying, Lila?"
"That I miss watching you fuck him." I bit his lower lip, tugging gently. "Miss fucking you. Miss you."
The atmosphere shifted, something raw and hungry replacing the initial joy of reunion. Nick carried me to the bedroom,Connor following close behind. The moment my feet touched the floor, we were a tangle of hands, mouths, and desperation, clothes being pulled and pushed aside with little regard for seams or buttons.
My sundress disappeared over my head, leaving me in just a lacy blue thong. Connor's t-shirt and sweats joined it on the floor, and Nick's button-down was peeled from his broad shoulders, revealing the dark lines of ink that wrapped around his muscles and made my mouth water.
"Fuck, look at you," Nick growled, his hands spanning my waist. "Been thinking about these tits for weeks." He dipped his head, taking one nipple between his teeth and tugging until I gasped, back arching into his touch.
Connor moved behind me, his bare chest pressed against my back, cock hard against the curve of my ass. "You should've seen her last night," he murmured, hands sliding up to cup my breasts as Nick moved to the other nipple. "Fingers deep in her pussy, calling your name when she came."
Nick's answering groan sent vibrations through my sensitive flesh. I reached between us, palming his cock through his jeans, savoring the thick, heavy weight of him. "Need you," I whispered. "Both of you."
"Fuck yes," Connor breathed, his lips trailing down my neck.
Nick straightened, his expression suddenly serious and intent. "I think it's time," he said, voice dropping an octave as his gaze locked with Connor's over my shoulder. "Time for you to take both of us."
My pussy clenched at his words, a rush of wetness soaking my thong. We'd discussed this—fantasized about it—but never actually attempted it.
"Both of you?" I echoed, breath catching.
"Both of us in this pretty pussy," Nick confirmed, one hand sliding down to press against the damp fabric between my thighs. "Connor and I, fucking each other inside you."
