Page 62 of Better When Shared
Nisha rose to her knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed with feline grace. "Hello yourself, handsome. Bring me anything special?"
Caleb retrieved the gift bag I'd set on the dresser. "Just a little something I thought you both might enjoy."
She opened it, gasping when she pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek remote control and what appeared to be a luxury vibrator in brushed platinum.
"It's controlled by an app," Caleb explained, his hand finding the small of my back as we both watched Nisha examine her gift. "Thought it might be fun when I'm away. I can control it from anywhere with an internet connection. And—” He pulled out a second box. “There’s one for you, too.”
Heat flooded my body at the implication — Caleb pleasuring both of us from thousands of miles away, perhaps while on a video call, watching her come apart at his command while I touched her, tasted her, and his toy fucked up inside me.
"That's... fuck, that's hot," I admitted, turning to press my lips to his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
"My turn," Nisha declared, setting aside the vibrator to retrieve a small package from the nightstand drawer. "For both of you."
Inside were matching leather bracelets, simple black bands with a subtle eternity knot worked into the design. I ran my thumb over the soft material, something expanding in my chest at the symbolism of it — three strands, woven together without beginning or end.
"So we're always connected," she explained, helping Caleb fasten his around his wrist before doing the same for me. "Even when we're on different continents, you are both mine.”
I watched them together, these two beautiful people who had somehow become mine to touch, to taste, to... to what? To love? The word floated dangerously close to the surface, and I pushed it down, focusing instead on the physical — the way Nisha's hands tangled in Caleb's hair, the soft moan that escaped her as he deepened the kiss.
"Don't leave me out," I said, moving behind her to kiss the nape of her neck, my hands sliding around to cup her breasts through the delicate lace.
Caleb broke the kiss to meet my eyes over her shoulder, that familiar hungry look that never failed to make my cock throb. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Clothes fell away with increasing urgency — Caleb's sweater pulled over his head to reveal that lean torso I'd mapped with my tongue last month, my shirt unbuttoned by Nisha's nimblefingers, pants and underwear discarded until we stood naked before each other, three bodies humming with desire.
"On the bed," Nisha directed, her dominant side emerging as it often did in moments like these. "I want to taste you both."
We obeyed without question, arranging ourselves on the rose-scattered sheets. I lay on my back, Caleb beside me, both of us watching as Nisha crawled between my legs, her hair falling forward to brush my thighs as she took me into her mouth without preamble.
"Fuck," I hissed, hips jerking at the wet heat of her tongue sliding along my length.
Caleb moved then, positioning himself so that his face was level with Nisha's ass, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs apart as he buried his face between her legs from behind. The sight of him eating my wife while she sucked my cock sent fire racing through my veins, but something was missing.
Without overthinking it, I reached for him, guiding his hips until his cock hung tantalizingly close to my face. He adjusted, understanding my intent immediately, and we formed a perfect circuit of pleasure — Nisha's mouth on me, Caleb's on her, and now, my lips touching the head of his cock for the first time.
I hesitated for just a moment, seized by the enormity of what I was about to do. But then Nisha moaned around my shaft as Caleb did something that made her shudder.
I opened my mouth, taking him in, wondering instantly why I’d never sucked his cock before.
His taste was familiar by now, the same salty tang I tasted on Nisha’s pussy every time he came inside her, but the sensation was new — the velvety skin stretched over hardness, the richness of salt-bitter taste of pre-cum landing directly on my tongue, the sheer size of him filling my mouth in a way that was both foreign and thrilling. I had no technique, no practiced moves to fall back on, just instinct and the memory of what felt good when done to me.
Caleb groaned against Nisha's pussy, the sound traveling through her body to vibrate around my cock as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently. His hips twitched, pushing deeper, and I relaxed my throat, taking more of him than I thought possible. My hand wrapped around what wouldn't fit, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
We moved together like a single entity, the intensity of our shared connection amplified by the circle we'd created. When Nisha swirled her tongue around my head, I mimicked the motion on Caleb, and he did something to her that made her moan around my cock. Our breathing synced, our bodies adjusting to each other's rhythms without conscious thought.
Salt and skin and sweat and sex — the tastes blended together on my tongue as I grew more confident, more aggressive in my movements. The weight of him, the way he twitched when I hit a sensitive spot, the groan that rumbled through him when I swallowed around him — all of it sent blood rushing to my own cock, making me thrust deeper into Nisha's welcoming mouth.
"Fuck, Julian," Caleb gasped, lifting his head from between Nisha's thighs. "Your mouth— God, you're a natural."
Pride surged through me at his words, spurring me to greater efforts. I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper, nose brushing against the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft as his cockhead teased against the back of my throat. I was greedy enough to want it all. The intimate scent of him filled my senses — clean sweat, faint traces of soap, and something uniquely Caleb that made my head swim.
Nisha pulled off me with a wet pop, looking over her shoulder at Caleb. "He's always been good with his mouth," she said, her voice husky.
The praise from both of them sent heat flooding through me. I released Caleb reluctantly, gasping for air. "I want more," I said, my voice rough from the unfamiliar use of my throat.
They exchanged a look laden with shared intent, some silent communication passing between them before Nisha climbed on top of him, positioning herself on her hands and knees over his cock.
"I want both of you," she said, looking back at us over her shoulder. "Both of you inside me. Together."
