Page 254 of Better When Shared
Skylar watched us, her eyes dark with desire, one hand between her own legs as she touched herself. “He’s so damn beautiful like this,” she said, her voice tight with arousal. “He was always more submissive than you, and I love watching him let go of control. Look how well he takes your fingers.”
I twisted my wrist, spreading my fingers to stretch him, and Kiaan bucked against me, nearly slipping on the wet tile. I steadied him with my free hand on his hip, holding him in place as I worked him open.
“Please,” he begged, the word barely audible over the pounding water. “Ryker, please. I need you inside me.”
His desperation ignited something primal in me—a need to claim, to possess, to mark him as mine. I added a third finger, stretching him further, and he sobbed, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Is it too much?” I asked, immediately concerned.
“No,” he gasped, pushing back against my hand. “Not enough. Please, fuck me. I need your cock. I need to feel you splitting me open.”
The raw need in his voice nearly undid me. I looked to Skylar, seeking her guidance, her permission.
“Not here,” she said, reaching past us to shut off the water. “Too cramped, too slippery. In bed.”
We stumbled out of the shower, barely taking time to dry off with the towels she handed us. Water dripped from our bodies as we made our way back to the bedroom, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood floor.
Skylar moved with purpose, grabbing a large towel from her dresser and spreading it over the bed. “Here,” she said, positioning herself at the head of the bed, her back against the pillows. “Kiaan, on your hands and knees. Position yourself so you can lick your Duchess like a good boy.”
Kiaan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself as she directed, his wet hair falling into his eyes as he looked back over his shoulder at me. His cock hung heavy between his legs, flushed dark with need, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with want. “Duchess, I need him to fuck me.”
I stood frozen at the foot of the bed, my cock painfully hard, torn between desire and a lingering fear of hurting him. Skylar reached out, her hand stroking Kiaan’s hair, pulling his head into her lap and soothing him even as her eyes locked with mine, issuing a silent challenge.
“Don’t make him wait,” she said softly. “He needs you. We both do.”
Kiaan arched his back, the movement pushing his ass higher, an offering I couldn’t refuse. “Please,” he said again, the single word loaded with everything unspoken between us.
Chapter 12
Kiaan
“That’s it, Kitten,” Skylar purred, stroking her fingers through my hair as she pulled me down into her lap. “Look how greedy your hole is. Arch for him.”
I buried my face against her thigh, embarrassment warring with arousal as her words sank in. Behind me, Ryker made a soft sound—half groan, half whimper—and his grip on my thighs tightened.
“You good?” Skylar asked, dropping the domme persona for a moment.
“Yes,” I said.
There was a click of a cap, and Ryker drizzled more lube over my hole, pushing his fingers into me as he worked me open, making sure I was nice and slick.
The burn slowly transformed into something else—a pleasure so intense it yanked a ragged moan from my throat. My cock, hanging heavy between my legs, jerked and dripped pre-cum onto the towel.
“Found it. Does that feel good?” Ryker murmured, his voice rough with desire. He crooked his finger, brushing against that spot again, and my entire body shuddered.
“Always knew he was a needy slut,” Skylar said. “Tell us what you want, kitten.”
The words stuck in my throat, pride warring with need. Ryker continued stretching me open with careful precision, and I found myself rocking back against their hands, chasing the pleasure they offered.
“I want—” I broke off as Ryker’s finger pressed firmly against my prostate, sending white-hot sparks dancing behind my eyelids. “Fuck, I want—”
“Use your words.” Ryker added a third finger alongside the others.
“I want Ryker to fuck me.” The confession was torn from somewhere deep inside me. “I want his cock inside me. Please.”
I felt Ryker’s body shift behind me, his breath catching. Skylar stroked my hair, coming her fingers through it.
