Page 3 of Better When Shared
I shot him a warning look but didn't stop him as his hand slipped beneath the elastic waistband. Fuck, I was already wet. His fingers ghosted over my folds, barely touching where I neededhim. My breath hitched, and I immediately worried it was too loud.
"Tease," I whispered against his lips, kissing him softly as my hand found his cock through his boxers.
The bed creaked as Connor shifted closer, and we both froze, eyes darting toward Nick's bed. The curtain refused to stay shut, and through the gap, we could clearly see Nick's face. He mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, still asleep but facing us now. Connor and I remained motionless, my hand still wrapped around his length, his fingers poised at my entrance. The precariousness of the situation only heightened my arousal—a fact that should have embarrassed me but instead sent another rush of wetness between my thighs.
When Nick's breathing returned to its deep rhythm, Connor's fingers resumed their exploration, dipping slightly inside me before retreating. A silent torture. I bit my lip to keep from making noise as I squeezed his cock through the thin cotton. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I felt drunk with power knowing I could make him lose control.
"This is going to kill me," he growled quietly, slipping one finger inside me with agonizing slowness.
I buried my face in his shoulder to stifle a moan. We'd had sex the morning before leaving Portland, yet my body responded like it had been weeks. Connor and I had always been insatiable for each other, fucking in every room of our apartment, in his car, once even in a restaurant bathroom after I'd whispered filthy promises during dinner. The constraint of the cabin felt like torture.
His thumb circled my clit as his finger curled inside me, finding that spot that made my toes curl. I bit down on his shoulder, muffling the sound building in my throat.
"You're so fucking wet," he whispered, his voice strained with restraint. “I want to be inside you so bad."
I nodded against his neck, working my hand into his boxers to grasp his bare cock. The silky hardness pulsed in my palm as I stroked him, catching the precum at the tip and using it to ease my movements.
A loud yawn from across the room made us both freeze again. Nick was stirring, stretching his tattooed arms above his head. Connor quickly withdrew his hand from my shorts, and I reluctantly released him, pulling the covers higher.
"Morning," Nick mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled black hair. His eyes darted down to our bodies, thankfully still covered by the duvet.
"Hey," Connor replied, his voice impressively even despite the flush on his cheeks. “Did you sleep okay?"
I pressed my thighs together, trying to quell the throbbing between them.
"Yeah, this bed is small, but it’s comfy," Nick said, standing and stretching again. I couldn't help noticing the defined muscles of his chest and abs as his t-shirt rode up. Nick had always been handsome. He was Korean American, with the striking bone structure and smoldering dark eyes of a Korean drama star, but when he was younger, his build had been tall and lean. Now, his body was bigger, broader, and more muscular. Connor had mentioned his friend had gotten into working out, but seeing theresults in person was... distracting. I averted my eyes, feeling a flash of guilt.
While Nick used the bathroom first, I slipped out of bed and busied myself with the coffee maker in the kitchen area. Connor joined me, pressing against my back as I measured the grounds.
"You're killing me," he whispered, his hands on my hips. I could feel him still hard against my ass.
I grabbed his cock through his sleep pants and rubbed it gently. "We'll find a moment to take care of this. Later," I promised, turning to kiss him quickly before the bathroom door opened.
Nick offered to make breakfast while Connor and I took turns in the bathroom. By the time I emerged from my quick shower, wrapped in a robe and a towel with my hair dripping, the smell of bacon filled the cabin.
"Shower's free," I told Nick, who had already finished cooking and was plating the food.
He nodded and grabbed his clothes. "Thanks. Save me some bacon."
The moment the bathroom door closed and the shower started running, Connor was on me. He backed me against the kitchen counter, his hands finding the edge of my towel.
"How much time do we have?" I breathed as his mouth found my neck.
"Not enough," he growled, but that didn't stop his hands from unwrapping the robe and letting it drop to the floor.
I was naked in the middle of the kitchen, exposed and trembling with need as Connor's hands mapped my body. His mouth traveled down my neck to my breasts, tongue circling my nipple before sucking it between his lips. I gasped, tangling my fingers in his short brown hair.
"Fuck, Connor," I whispered, spreading my legs to accommodate his thigh as he pressed it between them. "We can't—"
"I know," he said, but his hand slid between my legs anyway, finding me slick and ready. "Just want to touch you."
I rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure that built rapidly. The shower's white noise provided cover as I let out a quiet moan. His mouth returned to mine, swallowing the sounds as he worked two fingers inside me while his thumb circled my clit.
"That's it," he encouraged quietly. "So fucking beautiful when you're desperate for it."
I was already close—the morning teasing had left me on edge. I clutched his shoulders, grinding against his hand as he curled his fingers just right. The pressure built, hot and tight in my core.
"Connor," I gasped. "I'm going to—"
