Page 25 of Better When Shared
Connor's hands tightened on my hips. "Jesus, Nick. Are you sure she can—"
"I want it," I interrupted, turning to kiss my husband fiercely. "I want to feel both of you stretching me open. Please."
They lowered me to our bed like I was made of glass, arranging me in the center of the mattress. Nick stripped off his remaining clothes, his cock springing free—thick, long, and already leaking at the tip. Connor was similarly naked in seconds, his slightly shorter but equally gorgeous cock curving toward his stomach.
"Need to get you ready first," Nick said, crawling between my spread legs. "So fucking wet already." He hooked his fingers in my thong and dragged it slowly down my thighs, the fabric catching on my slick flesh.
Connor moved to lie beside me, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss as Nick settled between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my clit had me arching off the bed, a broken moan tearing from my throat. He lapped at me slowly, deliberately, opening me with his tongue before sliding two long fingers into my dripping cunt.
"That's it," Connor murmured, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Let him taste how much you've missed him."
Nick hummed against my flesh, adding a third finger, stretching me with careful precision. "So tight," he said, his voice rough. "Going to feel so good around both our cocks."
The image his words conjured had me grinding against his mouth, chasing the pressure of his tongue. Connor's hands wandered over my body, pinching, stroking, teasing me to the edge of release before Nick pulled back, his chin glistening with my arousal.
"Not yet," he commanded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Want you to come when we're both inside you."
He moved up my body, positioning himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging at my entrance. "You ready for me, baby?"
I nodded, beyond words as he began to push inside, the delicious stretch of his cock making me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to each inch until he was seated fully inside me, his pelvis flush against mine.
"Fuck," he groaned, forehead dropping to rest against mine. “I forgot how good you feel."
Connor knelt beside us, stroking his cock as he watched Nick filling me. "How do you want to do this?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
Nick pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, making me cry out. "I'll hold her. You come in from behind."
With practiced ease, Nick adjusted me until I was seated on his cock, my legs straddling his waist. He turned us so Connor could position himself behind me, Nick's strong arms supporting me. I felt Connor's cock pressing against where Nick and I were joined, the head pushing insistently alongside Nick's shaft.
"Breathe," Connor whispered against my shoulder blade. "Relax for us, baby."
I forced myself to exhale, letting my muscles soften as the pressure increased. There was a moment of resistance, then a sudden give as the head of Connor's cock slipped in alongside Nick's. The stretch was overwhelming, verging on too much, a burn that rode the knife's edge between pleasure and pain.
"Holy fuck," I gasped, my nails digging half-moons into Nick's back. "Oh god, oh god."
“Are you okay?" Nick asked, holding perfectly still, his dark eyes searching mine.
I nodded frantically. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. I need both of you, love both of you."
Connor pushed forward, inch by excruciating inch, until both men were fully seated inside me. I'd never felt so completely, utterly filled—stretched to my absolute limit around their throbbing cocks.
"She's so tight," Connor groaned against my neck. “I can feel you pulsing against me, man."
Nick made a choked sound, his grip on my thighs tightening. "Move. Fucking move before I lose my mind."
They started slowly, finding a rhythm that had one pushing in as the other withdrew slightly, never leaving me empty. The drag of their cocks against each other inside me sent shockwaves of pleasure through my system, forcing broken sounds from my throat with each thrust.
"That's it," Nick encouraged, his voice wrecked. "Take us both. Such a perfect fucking pussy."
The praise sent heat spiraling through me, my inner walls clenching around them, drawing twin groans from the men. They picked up the pace, their careful control slipping as pleasure built.
"Wanted this—ah—wanted this for so long," Connor panted, his chest slick with sweat against my back.
"Feels so good," I managed, words fracturing as they thrust deeper. "Love how you fill me up. Love—love you both so much."
The words spilled from my lips before I could catch them, raw and honest in the heat of the moment. Nick's rhythm faltered, his gaze snapping to mine, something vulnerable flickering in those dark depths.
"Say it again," he demanded, hips driving forward with renewed purpose.
