Page 250 of Better When Shared
Skylar sat back on her heels, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched us touching each other. Her eyes, normally so calculating and precise, had gone dark and wild with desire. She licked her lips, then crooked her finger in a beckoning motion that sent heat surging through my veins.
“Come here,” she commanded, her voice husky with want. “Both of you.”
Ryker and I exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between us before we moved in unison toward the bed. The mattress dipped under our combined weight as we positioned ourselves on either side of her. She reached out, placing a hand on each of our chests, her touch scorching my skin.
“Take off my clothes,” she said, the words sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. “Slowly.”
I reached for the hem of her T-shirt, my fingers brushing against Ryker’s as we both followed her command. Together, we lifted the fabric up and over her head, revealing a simple black bra that cupped her small breasts perfectly. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her; no longer just pixels on a screen or words in a chat, but real, solid, breathtakingly present.
Ryker’s hands moved to the button of her jeans, popping it open with a deftness that made me wonder how many women he’d undressed before. I slid the zipper down, the metal teeth parting with a soft hiss that seemed to echo in the quiet room. We peeled the denim from her hips, down her thighs, past her knees, until she was left in nothing but her underwear.
“The rest too,” she murmured, raising her hips to assist us.
I unhooked her bra while Ryker slid her panties down her legs, both of us moving with a reverence that bordered on worship. And then she was naked between us, all smooth skin and subtlecurves, more beautiful than any fantasy I’d conjured during our late-night conversations.
“You’re being so good for me. Do you want to touch me?” she asked, leaning back against the pillows. When we both nodded eagerly, she smiled. “Let me show you how.”
She guided my hand to her breast, showing me how she liked to be touched—firm but not rough, with special attention to her nipple and the sensitive underside. Ryker’s hand she directed lower, between her thighs, demonstrating the circular motions that made her breath catch and her eyes flutter closed.
I leaned down to take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak as her fingers tangled in my hair. Beside me, Ryker’s head dipped between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider apart. The sight of his tongue tracing through her folds, tasting her intimately, sent a jolt of unexpected arousal through me.
Her back arched as we worked in tandem, my mouth on her breasts, Ryker’s between her legs. Her hands gripped us both, nails digging into my shoulder as she guided Ryker’s movements with increasing urgency. The sounds she made—soft gasps and broken moans—were the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.
I switched to her other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive bud before soothing it with my tongue. Whatever Ryker was doing made her thighs tremble, tensing around his head as her pleasure built.
“Yes,” she hissed, grinding against his face. “Right there. Fuck, don’t stop. Oh fuck, both of you at once is—”
Her whole body went taut, then shuddered as she came, a string of curses falling from her lips. I captured her mouth with mine, swallowing her cries, feeling the vibrations of her pleasure against my tongue. She tasted like honey and salt, her kiss becoming messier, more desperate as Ryker worked her through her orgasm.
When she finally pushed him away, too sensitive for more, her eyes were glazed with satisfaction. But there was a hunger there still, a need that hadn’t been fully sated.
“Kneel,” she commanded, her voice still rough from her climax. “Face each other. At the foot of the bed.”
We obeyed without hesitation, positioning ourselves as she’d ordered. My knees pressed against Ryker’s, our cocks standing at attention between us, the proximity making my pulse race. Skylar slid off the bed, kneeling beside us, her gaze moving appreciatively between our bodies.
She reached out, one hand wrapping around each of us, before bringing our cocks together—root to tip, the contact electric and obscene. Her hands were smaller than either of ours, but confident as she stroked us as one, her grip firm and sure.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the dual sensation of her hand and Ryker’s velvet-soft shaft against mine overwhelming my senses.
It was lewd, delicious, everything I never knew I wanted—the friction of another cock against mine, the visual of her hands barely able to contain our combined girth, the way Ryker’s breath hitched each time our cock heads rubbed together. Pre-cum beaded at both our tips, mixing together as she spread it with her thumb, using it to ease her strokes.
“I want to see you suck Ryker’s cock. I want to watch you take him in your mouth, Kiaan.”
“He doesn’t have to—” Ryker started.
Skylar raised an eyebrow. “It’s Kitten’s kink, Ry. Yours is serving, being a helpful good boy. His is being a fucktoy. Being used and fucked.”
My stomach flipped, a mixture of nervousness and unexpected arousal flooding me. I’d never—this wasn’t something I’d even considered before yesterday. But the look in her eyes, the hunger there, made it impossible to refuse.
“I don’t know how,” I said.
She smiled, that confident, knowing smile that had always made my knees weak. “I’ll teach you.”
She positioned herself behind me, one hand on the back of my neck guiding me down toward Ryker’s cock. Her other hand wrapped around his shaft, holding it steady as she brought my lips to the swollen head.
“Start with just the tip,” she instructed, her voice low and commanding in my ear. “Use your tongue. Taste him.”
I parted my lips, letting the broad head of his cock slide into my mouth. The taste was strange but not unpleasant—salt and musk and something uniquely Ryker. Above me, he groaned, the sound sending a thrill of power through me.
