Page 257 of Better When Shared
His eyes were wild, unfocused, tears of frustration gathering at the corners. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, rubbing it through my folds, coating him in my wetness. The teasing contact made him buck upward, seeking more.
“Hold still,” I ordered, tightening my grip on his shaft. “You don’t get to move until I say so.”
Ryker’s hand slid up my back, steadying me as I held myself poised above Kiaan. “He’s so close, Sky,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Been so good for us.”
“I know.” I smiled down at Kiaan, stroking his cheek with my free hand. “And good boys get rewards.”
With that, I sank down onto him in one fluid motion, taking him to the hilt. The stretch was exquisite, my body yielding around his thickness. I gasped at the fullness, the perfect fit of him inside me.
“Fuck!” Kiaan cried out, his entire body tensing beneath me. His hands flew to my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. “Don’t move, don’t move—I’ll come if you move.”
I held still, giving him time to pull back from the edge. The sensation of him throbbing inside me, fighting his release, sent a wave of powerful satisfaction through me. This beautiful man was mine to command, mine to pleasure, mine to break apart and put back together.
Ryker shifted behind me, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other hand tangled in Kiaan’s hair. The three of us were connected now, a closed circuit of pleasure—Ryker inside Kiaan, Kiaan inside me, all of us moving as one.
“You’re not allowed to come until I do,” I told Kiaan, rotating my hips in a slow circle that made him groan. “Understand?”
He nodded frantically, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he fought for control. “Yes, Duchess.”
I began to move then, lifting myself almost completely off his cock before sinking back down. The drag and slide of him inside me was perfect, hitting all the right spots. Behind me, Ryker moved in counterpoint, thrusting shallowly into Kiaan each time I rose.
“That’s it,” Ryker murmured against my ear, his hand sliding around to cup my breast. “Use him, Sky. Take what you need.”
I increased my pace, chasing my pleasure. Kiaan writhed beneath me, desperate sounds escaping his throat with each thrust. His eyes were fixed on my face, wide and dark with desire, watching me ride him like his life depended on it.
“You feel so good inside me,” I told him, grinding down on his cock. “So hard, so perfect. Been waiting for this for years.”
“Me too,” he gasped, his hips jerking upward to meet mine despite my earlier command. “Fuck, Skylar, you’re so tight, so hot—”
Ryker’s hand slid between my legs, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slowly, applying just the right pressure, and I let my head fall back against his shoulder with a moan.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice low and rough in my ear. “Show him how good you can take him. Show him who owns this cock.”
The combination of Ryker’s words, his fingers on my clit, and Kiaan’s cock stretching me open was overwhelming. I rode Kiaan harder, faster, my body slick with sweat as I chased my release.
“Please, Duchess,” Kiaan begged, his voice breaking. “I can’t—I need to—”
“Not yet,” I panted, clenching around him deliberately. “Not until I say.”
Ryker increased the pressure on my clit, his other arm wrapped around my waist to support me as my movements became more erratic. I was close, so close, the tension building at the base of my spine, threatening to snap at any moment.
I slammed down onto Kiaan’s cock, grinding my hips in tight circles that made him cry out. His hands gripped my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he fought to hold back his orgasm.
“You want to come inside me, don’t you?” I teased, watching his face contort with desperate need. “Want to fill me up, breed me with your cum?”
His eyes flew open at that, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
The possessiveness in his voice, the raw need to claim me, sent a shock of pleasure through my core. Ryker growled against my ear, his fingers working faster on my clit.
“Come for us, Duchess,” he urged. “Let us see you fall apart.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my whole body tensing before breaking apart in waves of pleasure. I cried out, back arching as I ground down on Kiaan’s cock, riding out the aftershocks that rippled through me.
“Now,” I gasped when I could speak again. “Come inside me, Kiaan. Fill me up.”
The permission was all he needed. With a strangled cry, Kiaan thrust up into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. The feeling of his release triggered a second, smaller orgasm that had me shuddering in Ryker’s arms.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kiaan chanted, his voice breaking as he continued to thrust weakly, drawing out his pleasure. “Skylar, God, Ryker—”
