Page 56 of Better When Shared
"You fingered yourself open and cleaned yourself," Caleb clarified, his voice dropping to a register that made my spine tingle. "Thinking about me? About this?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice anymore. In the shower, hot water pounding my back, I'd worked myself open with slick fingers, imagining they were his, preparing myself for what I hoped would come.
"Show me," he demanded.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I rolled onto my stomach, then pushed up to my hands and knees. I felt Caleb shift behind me, his body heat radiating as he positioned himself. Then his hands were on me, sliding my boxers down over my hips, exposing me completely. I buried my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by the dueling sensations of embarrassment and arousal.
"Look at you," he murmured, one finger trailing down my spine to the cleft of my ass. "So beautiful."
Nisha moved closer, her hand finding my hair, stroking her fingers through it. "You are," she agreed. "Both of you."
Caleb's hands spread me open, and I felt his breath against my most intimate place. "You did prep," he observed, one fingertip circling my hole. "But not enough."
I jerked at the first press of his lubed finger, the cold gel a shocking contrast to his body heat. Despite my efforts the night before, the intrusion burned a little, my body instinctively tightening.
"Relax," he soothed, his free hand massaging the small of my back. "Breathe for me, Jules. Let me in."
The childhood nickname, spoken in that commanding tone, undid something in me. I exhaled slowly, releasing the tension in my muscles, and felt his finger slip deeper.
"That's it," he praised. "God, you're tight."
I whimpered, unable to form coherent thoughts as he started moving, shallow thrusts that gradually loosened me. When he added a second finger, the stretch was more intense, bordering on uncomfortable until he curled both digits and—
"Fuck!" I nearly came off the bed, unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. "What the—"
"There it is," he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. He pressed again, more deliberately this time, and I saw stars. “You’re very responsive.”
"Prostate," Nisha supplied as if I wasn't aware of human anatomy. Her fingers still stroked my hair, grounding me as Caleb systematically took me apart from the inside.
"I know what my fucking prostate is," I managed, the words ending on a moan as Caleb worked a third finger into me. "Oh god."
"Sensitive," Caleb observed, continuing his merciless assault on that bundle of nerves. "I'm going to enjoy making you come untouched someday. I bet you can." He leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back as he spoke into my ear. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
My entire body shuddered at his words. I turned my head, seeking Nisha, needing to see her face. She was watching us with parted lips, eyes dark with arousal, one hand having found its way beneath her sleep shirt.
"Kiss me," I pleaded.
She complied, scooting closer until her lips met mine. The kiss was messy, desperate, my concentration fractured by Caleb's continued ministrations behind me. His fingers stretched me wider, working deeper, preparing me for what was to come. I reached for Nisha, finding the hem of her shirt and shoving it up to expose her breasts.
"Let me," I gasped against her mouth. "Need to make you feel good too."
My fingers found her already wet, swollen with arousal—by now I knew that watching Caleb and I together drove her crazy and got her so worked up—as I slipped two inside her, thumb circling her clit the way I knew she liked. She moaned into my mouth, hips rolling to meet my touch.
"I'm ready," I told Caleb, voice breaking as he curled his fingers once more. "Please."
I heard the shifting of the mattress as Caleb positioned himself behind me. His fingers withdrew, leaving me empty for agonizing seconds before something much larger pressed against my entrance. He was hot and hard and oh-so-big.
It was impossible.
"Breathe," he reminded me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself. "Bear down slightly, it helps."
I followed his instructions, focused on my breathing as the blunt head of his cock breached me. The stretch was intense, burning despite the preparation, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. But he was inside me. There was something so erotic about that that it became all I cared about.
"Still okay?" Caleb asked, stilling when just the head was inside. His voice was strained with the effort of restraint.
"Yes," I managed. "Don't stop."
He pushed forward slowly, inch by careful inch, until I felt his hips flush against my ass, his cock buried inside me. The fullness was overwhelming, unlike anything I'd experienced before—not painful anymore, but intense in a way that made it hard to think.
