Page 6 of Better When Shared
He wasn't wrong. The tension had been building since we'd arrived at the cabin yesterday, discovering that our romantic getaway with Connor's best friend tagging along was going to be far more intimate than any of us had anticipated. The cabin, while adorable with its coastal décor and modern touches, was useless for privacy.
Connor's fingers worked magic between my legs, circling my clit before dipping inside again, setting a rhythm that had myhips moving of their own accord. When he withdrew his hand, I nearly whimpered in protest until I felt him shift behind me, tugging my shorts down just enough to expose my ass.
"Connor," I breathed, equal parts warning and plea.
"Shhh." The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sending sparks racing up my spine. "Let me take care of you."
He entered me with agonizing slowness, one thick inch at a time, until I was stuffed full and fighting not to moan loud enough to wake the dead – or worse, Nick. My hands fisted in the sheets as Connor began to move, each measured thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Talk dirty to me,” I whispered, desperate for him to embrace his dominant side, to pin me down, say filthy things to me, and just take me.
"God, you feel good," he whispered, his hand sliding around to rub circles against my clit. "Needy girl. So fucking tight."
I turned my face into the pillow to muffle the sounds I couldn't hold back, hyperaware of Nick's presence just beyond that flimsy curtain. The forbidden nature of it – fucking while Connor's best friend slept mere feet away – sent an unexpected thrill through me that intensified every sensation.
Connor's pace increased, his breath coming faster against my neck. "You like this," he observed, voice thick with arousal. "Having to be quiet. Knowing he could wake up."
Before I could deny it, my gaze drifted again to the gap in the curtain – and locked with a pair of dark brown eyes that were very much awake.
Nick lay perfectly still, watching us through the gap in the curtain. In the dim morning light, I could see the rise and fall of his chest, faster than it should be for someone just waking. The sheet had slipped lower, revealing the defined planes of his abdomen, the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the white cotton. My breath caught as I noticed the unmistakable tent forming beneath that sheet.
Nick was hard. Nick was watching us fuck, and he was hard.
I should have been horrified. I should have shoved Connor away, pulled the curtain closed, and died of embarrassment. Instead, heat flooded my core, my pussy clenching around Connor's cock so suddenly that he grunted in surprise.
"Fuck, babe, what—" He followed my gaze to the gap in the curtain and stilled for just a heartbeat before a quiet, wicked laugh rumbled through his chest. Rather than pulling away, he shifted us both, pulling me tighter against him as he thrust deeper.
"Morning, Nick," Connor said, his voice casual as if he wasn't buried inside me to the hilt. "Dorm rules?"
Nick's eyes widened fractionally, but instead of the embarrassed retreat I expected, a slow smile spread across his face, transforming his usually reserved features into something predatory. "Bringing back dorm rules? I guess so." His hand trailed down to his stomach, then wrapped around the bulge of his erection.
Connor laughed, the sound vibrating through my back. "Can't blame a man for taking advantage when his wife looks this good in the morning." His hand slid up to cup my breast through my thin sleep shirt, and I gasped, caught between mortification and a shocking pulse of arousal.
Nick's gaze tracked the movement, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Can't blame you at all." His voice was rough with sleep and something else entirely.
I should have put a stop to this madness. Instead, I found myself arching into Connor's touch, silently begging him not to stop. An exhibitionist streak I never knew I had flared to life under Nick's hungry gaze.
"You still like to watch, Nick?" Connor asked, his hips still moving in slow, deep thrusts that made coherent thought increasingly difficult.
Nick's hand disappeared beneath the sheet, and the rhythmic movement left little doubt about what he was doing. “Apparently, I do," he replied, his eyes never leaving my face.
The tension in the room thickened until it was almost tangible, charged with possibility and forbidden desire. Connor's lips brushed my ear again. "Show him your tits," he whispered, the words sending a jolt straight to my core. "He wants to see them."
I hesitated, hovering on the knife's edge of a boundary I'd never considered crossing.
"It's okay," Connor murmured, his hand sliding down to where we were joined, fingers circling my clit. "Only if you want to."
Nick shifted on his bed, his hand moving to the curtain. For one wild moment, I thought he was going to close it, restoring the pretense of privacy. Instead, he pulled it wider, fully revealing himself to us. The sheet had slipped lower, and I could see just how big his cock was. There was a wet spot on his boxer briefs.
"I'd love to see them," Nick said, his voice deeper than I'd ever heard it. "That little sundress you had on yesterday was killing me. If that's okay with both of you."
The look in his eyes — desire mixed with a question — was what tipped me over. I nodded once, unable to form words as Connor withdrew from me only long enough to help me onto my knees. He positioned himself behind me, strong thighs bracketing mine as he guided me back onto his cock with a groan of satisfaction.
"Show him," Connor urged, his hands at my waist.
With shaking fingers, I gripped the hem of my sleep shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the bed beside us. The cool air pebbled my nipples instantly, or perhaps it was the heat in Nick's gaze as he took in my naked breasts.
"Jesus," Nick breathed, shoving his boxers down without ceremony. "You're fucking gorgeous, Lila."
