Page 47 of Better When Shared
Nisha stilled on top of him as she bit her bottom lip. “Oh, he definitely would. He looks at you like he wants to devour you.”
I met Caleb’s eyes, my mind racing as my world shifted again. Had he wanted this all along? Had he realized it before me?
"Please," he said.
That single word shattered whatever remaining barriers I'd constructed. They separated and moved, changing position until Caleb had his head hanging over the edge of the bed. I gasped softly, tracing the line of as my wife sunk down on his cock againwith a groan. Was that his intention? I moved to stand in front of him, positioning myself over Caleb's face. Nisha's soft hands guided me, one on my hip, the other wrapped around my base.
I paused a few inches from his mouth, heart pounding, and wondered if this was insane.
“She gets a little domme in the bedroom sometimes. You don’t have to follow her orders.”
Caleb grinned up at me. “But what if I want to?”
"Open," she commanded Caleb, who obeyed without hesitation.
The first touch of his tongue against my cock head sent a jolt through my entire body. His approach was different than Nisha’s, more aggressive where she was soft and gentle. I loved her mouth, but there was something about the way he moved. He knew exactly what would feel good. And he’d definitely sucked cock before.
"Fuck," I gasped as he took me deeper, all the way, his relaxing to accommodate my length. Nisha had never taken me so deep before, and it was incredible, tight, hot, and wet.
Nisha watched, her pace on Caleb's cock increasing as she witnessed my pleasure. "That's it," she encouraged Caleb, moaning around my shaft. "Let him suck you."
The dual visual was almost too much—Nisha riding Caleb's cock while he sucked mine, both of them working in tandem to please me. I reached for her, pulling her into a kiss as Caleb hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction that had me seeing stars.
When we broke apart, Nisha grinned and bent forward, her tongue joining Caleb's on my cock. They rocked together as they kissed around my shaft, two mouths working together, and I knew I wouldn't last long.
"Fuck, that's—" My words dissolved into a groan as Caleb took me deep again, his hands gripping my thighs to pull me further into his mouth.
The sight of him sucking me, the enthusiasm with which he swallowed my length, and the tight heat of his throat working around my shaft made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. How had I never realized that watching a man—that watching Caleb—could turn me on this much?
"Oh fuck," Nisha whimpered, tracing the bulge where my cock violated my best friend’s throat. "Are you going to swallow it?"
In answer, Caleb redoubled his efforts, taking me so deep I could feel his lips brushing against my base. The pressure built at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.
"I'm close," I warned, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back, then dragging him in closer, fucking his mouth. Control slipped away as he moaned the vibration pushing me over the edge. And I thrust wildly into his mouth as he reached around and gripped my ass, pulling me in like he was desperate for it.
His body shook beneath us as we fucked him, his movements wild and desperate as he clutched me close, throat working deliciously around me, hips slamming up into her.
Pressure built, my cock pulsing, and he only worked me harder with his tongue. I came with a shout, emptying myself into his eager mouth. He swallowed everything, milking every last drop.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I became aware of Nisha's movements growing frantic, her own climax approaching. Caleb reached between them, fingers finding her clit as she rode him harder.
I was still in his mouth, and he was suckling gently on my softening cock, letting me know he wasn’t quite done with me. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, again and again, holding him there.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, then stiffened, her body quivering, her eyes blown wide.
He followed immediately, hips jerking up, pistoning deep inside her as he came with a shout, still buried deep inside her, just as I'd asked. The sight of it, of both of them coming apart while I was still riding the aftershocks of my own orgasm, was transcendent.
My mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened—not just the physical pleasure, but the seismic shift in my understanding of myself.
I'd never considered myself anything but straight. I'd told myself our college threesomes had been about the women, about the taboo of sharing. But the way Caleb's mouth had felt around me, the way his kiss had ignited something I'd buried deep—it changed everything.
I pulled back and Caleb sat up, looking wrecked and somehow satisfied. Nisha leaned forward and touched his lips. “You okay? He was rough with you.”
Caleb laughed, his voice hoarse. “I was just as rough with him. There’s something about letting a man—letting him—inside my throat that drives me wild.”
She smiled and kissed him, and I couldn’t resist joining in, kneeling on the bed beside them and kissing each of them in turn, thanking them for letting me have my fantasy, and then some.
Chapter 7
