Page 53 of Better When Shared
Something flashed across Caleb's face—surprise, pleasure, vulnerability quickly masked. "Six more days," he said, and the fact that he knew the exact number made something warm unfurl in my chest.
"Too many," I pouted, deliberately shifting in Julian's lap. "We've been thinking about you."
Caleb's gaze sharpened, taking in our position, the flush on Julian's cheeks. "What sort of thinking?"
"The sort that keeps us up at night," Julian replied, his hand sliding under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my waist. "The sort that makes us wish you were here."
"Show me," Caleb challenged, his voice dropping lower.
I didn't hesitate, turning to capture Julian's mouth in a kiss that started gentle but quickly turned hungry. Julian groaned against my lips, his hands roaming higher under my shirt, cupping my breasts through my bra. When I pulled back, Caleb was watching with darkened eyes, his breathing visibly faster.
"Fuck, I wish I was there," he murmured.
I was emboldened by the heat in his gaze. "When you get back, I want to watch you fuck Julian."
Julian yelped beneath me, his body going rigid. "Nisha!"
"What?" I turned to face him, rolling my hips deliberately against his erection. "Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it. Having Caleb inside you, where no one else has been. His cock is so good, baby. And the way he moves…"
Caleb's laugh was rough. "Christ, Nisha, you don't pull punches."
"Life's too short," I replied, my eyes still on Julian's flushed face. I leaned in to whisper, loud enough for Caleb to hear, "Imagine it, babe. His cock stretching you open. How good it would feel to finally be joined to him like that. How sexy you two would look."
Julian's eyes fluttered closed, a shaky breath escaping him. "You're evil," he muttered, but his cock twitched against me.
"Turn around," I instructed, climbing off his lap. "Show Caleb that gorgeous ass he's going to fuck."
Julian hesitated, then met Caleb's eyes through the screen. Whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he handed me the phone and turned, positioning himself on hands and knees on our sectional.
"These need to go," I said, tugging at his sweatpants and boxers until they slid down his thighs, exposing his ass to both Caleb and me. I angled the phone so Caleb could see, then used my free hand to squeeze one firm cheek. "Isn't he perfect?"
Caleb's breathing had grown heavier, his pupils dilated. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
I set the phone on the coffee table, propped against a stack of design magazines so Caleb could still see us. Then I knelt behind Julian, both hands now free to explore his body. I massaged his ass, kneading the muscles, occasionally dipping between his cheeks to brush against his hole.
"Have you ever had anything inside you?" I asked Julian, watching goosebumps rise on his skin as I traced circles around his entrance.
"No," he admitted.
I glanced at the phone screen. Caleb had set his own device down and leaned back in his chair. Though the angle only showed from his chest up, the rhythmic movement of his shoulder made it clear he was touching himself.
"I think you need more practice before Caleb gets here," I said, reaching for the small bottle of lube we'd started keeping ina drawer on the side table near the couch—one of many ways Caleb had changed our habits. "We need to make sure you're ready for him."
Julian's groan was muffled against the couch cushion as I slicked my fingers. I started with gentle circles around his hole, watching his muscles tense, then gradually relax under my touch.
"Look at how eager he is for you, Caleb," I said, slowly pressing just the tip of my index finger inside Julian. "He's practically begging for it."
"I can see that," Caleb replied, his voice rough with arousal. "Push deeper, love. Let me see how he takes it."
The endearment—so casual, so quintessentially British—sent an unexpected thrill through me. I followed his instruction, sliding my finger deeper into Julian, who gasped and pushed back against my hand.
"That's it," I encouraged, working my finger in and out in a slow rhythm. "Imagine it's Caleb's cock. Thicker, longer, stretching you so well."
"Fuck," Julian groaned, dropping his head between his shoulders. "Nisha—"
"Add another," Caleb directed from the screen. "He can take it."
I slicked my middle finger and pressed both inside, watching in awe as Julian's body accepted the intrusion, his soft whimpers filling our living room. His cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking pre-cum onto the couch below.
