Page 36 of Better When Shared
“Nah. He had a lot of family stuff back home, and I was planning on looking for jobs on the West Coast, closer to my family. So neither of us wanted any attachments. Just, you know…”
“Hot sex?”
He chuckled, tugging on his hair the way he did when he was embarrassed. “Yeah. That.”
I leaned forward, hungry for details. “And now he’s coming to dinner? Your threesome buddy?”
Julian laughed, the tension breaking. “When you put it that way, it sounds like I’m plotting something.”
“Plotting something fucking interesting,” I countered, sliding my foot up his calf under the table. “Is he sexy? Maybe we should invite him back here after dinner.”
“He used to be,” Julian murmured. “Haven’t seen him in years.”
My words hung in the air between us, heavy with possibility. The kitchen felt too warm, too small to contain the images flashing through my mind—Julian and his college roommate. Two sets of hands on a woman’s body, taking turns, watching each other. I pushed my chair back, the scrape against our kitchen floor breaking the moment of suspended tension. Before I could overthink it, I was across the table, straddling Julian’s lap, my sleep shorts riding up my thighs.
“Tell me more,” I whispered, grinding down against the hardness already straining beneath his boxer briefs. “About you and your roommate. The women you shared.”
Julian groaned, his hands finding my ass, kneading the flesh as he pulled me tighter against him. “It started with this girl from my Econ class,” he murmured, lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. “She came over to study, made it clear she wanted more than homework help.”
“And your roommate was there?” I rolled my hips, delighting in the sharp intake of breath from Julian.
“He walked in halfway through.” He nibbled on my neck. “She wasn’t shy about inviting him to join us. If you had left it to us, nothing ever would have happened.”
My core throbbed at the image. “And after that?”
“We figured out that it worked for what we both wanted, and we developed a system.” His fingers slipped beneath my tank top, skimming up my ribcage. “Sometimes we’d plan it, pick girls and charm them. Sometimes it just happened.”
I tugged his hair, forcing him to look at me. “Show me how you’d fuck me with him.”
Something feral flashed in his eyes. In one smooth motion, he stood, lifting me with him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me from the kitchen, up the stairs, his mouth never leaving mine. We crashed into our bedroom, a tangle of desperate limbs and hungry mouths.
Julian tossed me onto our bed, yanking my sleep shorts down my legs. I reached for him, but he backed away, pulling his boxer briefs down to free his cock—already hard, the head flushed and leaking. I licked my lips at the sight, and he groaned.
I shivered at the comparison, spreading my legs wider in invitation. “Did you take turns and watch each other?”
“Yes.” Julian crawled onto the bed, hovering over me. “But first, we’d get you ready together, kiss every part of you until you were begging for it.”
The image sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs. Julian lowered his head, trailing kisses down my stomach, before dragging his tongue through my slick folds. I arched off the bed, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured against my cunt, the vibration of his words sending sparks through my core. “Just from talking about it?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made me see stars. “Baby, this fantasy is so sexy. Thinking about you watching another man fuck me.”
His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he doubled his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips as his fingers pumped faster. I rode the edge, so close to coming, when he pulled away. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my stomach, hauling my hips up.
“Like this,” he growled, positioning himself behind me. “I’d fuck you like this while he watched.” The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, teasing. “Or maybe he’d be here, in front of you, his cock in your mouth while I take you from behind.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, pushing back against him. “Please—”
Julian slammed into me with one hard thrust, filling me in the most delicious way. I cried out, fingers clutching the sheets as he set a punishing pace.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back further. “Tell me how you’d want it.”
“I’d want—” I gasped as he hit a sensitive spot. “I’d want him fucking my mouth while you fuck my pussy. Making me come over and over until I can’t think straight.”
Julian’s hips stuttered at my words. He reached around, fingers finding my clit, circling it as he continued to pound into me.
“Look at me,” he commanded, sliding back inside me. “When you come thinking about us both fucking you, I want to see your face.”
