Page 43 of Better When Shared
Julian shook his head, lips twitching. “Why ruin my fun? I want to see her dripping in our cum.”
Caleb's eyes darkened even further. He slid his boxers down, freeing his cock—thick and flushed and gorgeous, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. He kneeled in front of me, one hand cupping my cheek with surprising tenderness.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip.
In answer, I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. He tasted clean, salty, different from Julian but no less intoxicating. Caleb cursed, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head, not pushing, just holding as I took him deeper.
"Christ," he hissed. "Your mouth—it's fucking perfect."
Julian doubled his efforts below, his tongue circling my clit with devastating precision while his fingers teased my entrance. I moaned around Caleb's cock, the vibration making him thrust involuntarily.
"Sorry," he gasped.
I pulled back just enough to speak. "Don't be. I like it."
"She does," Julian confirmed from below, his voice muffled. "Likes it rough sometimes. Don't you, baby?"
To prove his point, he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that spot that made my vision blur. I cried out, my body clenching around him, and took Caleb deeper into my mouth in response.
We found a rhythm, the three of us moving together like we'd rehearsed this dance for years. Julian's mouth and fingers worked me relentlessly while I sucked Caleb deep for a few strokes, then pulled back to lavish attention on the sensitivehead. Caleb's composure disintegrated with each passing minute—his propriety replaced by gasping curses and hungry thrusts.
"Stop," Julian said, sliding out from under me. "I want to fuck her while she sucks you off."
The crass words sent a flood of wetness between my legs. Caleb groaned, nodding. "Yes. Fuck, yes."
They repositioned me on all fours, Julian kneeling behind me while Caleb sat with his back against the headboard, legs spread to give me access. Julian's hands gripped my hips, his cock teasing my entrance.
"Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Julian—"
He slammed into me with one hard thrust, filling me up. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming after Julian's thorough attention with his mouth. Caleb guided my head back to his cock, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fire in his eyes.
"Take your time," he murmured, stroking my hair. "We've got all night."
Julian set a punishing pace, each thrust pushing me forward onto Caleb's cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming—being filled from both ends, surrounded by their scent, their sounds, their heat. Julian's fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise while Caleb's hands tangled in my hair, guiding but never forcing.
"Look at you," Julian groaned, his rhythm faltering as he watched me take Caleb into my mouth. "Fucking beautiful. Taking both of us so well."
Caleb's hips began to move in counterpoint to Julian's thrusts, finding a perfect synchronicity that left me gasping around his cock. I felt owned, consumed, cherished by both of them at once.
"I'm close," Caleb warned. "Fuck, Nisha—your mouth—"
Julian reached around, his fingers finding my clit. "Come for us," he commanded. "Come on both our cocks."
The pressure built inexorably inside me, coiling tighter with each thrust, each circle of Julian's fingers. I moaned around Caleb, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge. When Julian pressed down hard on my clit, I shattered—my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. My body clenched around Julian's cock, my moans muffled by Caleb.
"Fuck, I can feel her coming," Julian groaned. "So tight—"
My orgasm triggered theirs—Julian first, his hips slamming into me one final time as he pulsed inside me. Caleb followed seconds later, his orgasm flooding my mouth with salt and heat. I swallowed, my body still trembling with aftershock as I licked up every drop of his cum.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing hard. Julian pulled out, dropping a kiss on my shoulder blade before rolling to one side of me. Caleb stretched out on the other, his hand tracing lazy patterns along my spine.
"Holy shit," Julian said, breaking the silence. "That was..."
"Yeah," Caleb agreed, his voice rough. "It was."
I nestled between them, feeling thoroughly claimed and satisfied. Julian's arm wrapped around my waist, while Caleb's fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin.
