Page 255 of Better When Shared
“Such a good Kitten. You hear that, Ryker?” Skylar’s voice was silk and steel. “Our sweet boy wants your cock.”
Ryker’s free hand stroked up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I’ve never... you’ll be my first man, Kiaan.”
I would be his first, just as he would be mine. The thought sent a possessive surge through me, fierce and unexpected. I didn’t want him to have anyone else. No other men, just me and Skylar. He was ours, and we were his.
The intensity of the feeling should have scared me. I wasn’t gay, wasn’t even really bi—this was just about him, about them together, about Skylar’s kinks and my own. But the thought of him doing this with someone else made my stomach twist with jealousy.
“Turn over,” Ryker said, his voice gentle but firm as he withdrew his fingers. “I want to see your face.”
With Skylar’s help, I rolled onto my back. Ryker spread my legs and tried to line his cock up with my hole, dragging it against my opening as I writhed beneath him.
“Fuck, how do I—”
Skylar handed him a pillow. “I think he needs to be higher. Hold still, kitten, so he can stuff your hole.”
Ryker was blushing as he grabbed a pillow, placing it beneath my hips to elevate them. Skylar reached forward and grabbed my knees, forcing me to expose my hole. I looked up at him, at his broad shoulders and flushed chest, at the raw hunger in his sea-glass eyes as he knelt between my spread legs. His cock jutted forward, thick and intimidating, the head glistening with pre-cum.
I licked my lips, remembering the taste of him.
Skylar sat at my head, her soft thighs the most delicious pillow. “Look how beautiful you are, all spread out and ready for him. Giving this to him.” She bent to kiss me, soft and sweet, a counterpoint to the intensity building between Ryker and me.
The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and panic flashed through me, hot and sharp. I was about to let a man fuck me. Let Ryker push inside me, claim me in a way I’d never imagined wanting. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to.
I sobbed, whimpering as he lifted my balls out of the way, letting me look down at his massive cockhead, dragging against my hole. “Oh fuck.”
“Breathe,” Skylar whispered against my lips. “You’re being so good for us, kitten. I know how much you love to be used. It might hurt the first time, but once you get used to him, you’ll be such a good little fuckhole, won’t you?”
Her praise washed over me like a wave, settling the panic. I reached up, wrapping an arm around her back, while the other gripped Ryker’s forearm.
“Please.”
The first push was overwhelming—pressure and burning stretch and fullness like I’d never known. I broke the kiss with Skylar to gasp, my eyes flying to Ryker’s face. What I saw there—the concentration, the restrained desire, the tenderness—undid something in me. This wasn’t just some guy. This was Ryker. My best friend. The man whose pleasure had become as important to me as my own.
I whimpered, shaking and desperate to end the strange sensation of being penetrated.
Ryker paused, halfway inside me, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. “Okay?”
Instead of answering, I arched up, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down into a fierce kiss. As our mouths met, I relaxed, and Ryker sank the rest of the way inside me in one smooth motion.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped against his lips, the sensation of being filled stealing my breath. There was no going back now. Ryker was inside me, his cock buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against my ass.
“Good boy,” Skylar praised, her hand stroking my chest. “Taking him so deep. You’re both so fucking beautiful like this.”
Ryker began to move—slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as my body adjusted to his size. Each drag of his cock across my prostate sent jolts of pleasure up my spine, making my toes curl and my back arch. I clung to him, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders as he found his rhythm.
“You feel incredible,” Ryker groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling. “So responsive. So tight, so hot around me.”
Skylar’s hand snaked between us, wrapping around my cock. The contrast between her small, soft hand and Ryker’s hard, driving thrusts was exquisite torture. I was caught between them, suspended in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Look at you,” Skylar murmured, her voice thick with arousal. “Taking his cock like you were made for it. My gorgeous kitten.”
Ryker’s thrusts grew harder, more urgent. His kisses turned rough, teeth nipping at my lower lip, his stubble scraping against my skin. The masculine weight of him, the scent of sweat and musk, the power in his movements—it was all so different from being with a woman, but no less intoxicating.
“You’d better not come,” Skylar warned, reaching for my cock and stroking her fingers through the slick mess on my stomach.
The pressure building at the base of my spine was intense, wild, and I was desperate to orgasm in a way I’d never experienced before. I whimpered, fighting the urge to let go as Ryker’s cock speared me, hard and unyielding, every thrust sending sharp shocks of pleasure through my core.
He fucked me deep, stretching me open in a way that bordered on too much—bordered on perfect—and with every grind of his hips, my body clenched tighter around him, greedy for more.
