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His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. My mouth went dry at the sight of it – longer than Connor's, with a prominent vein running its length. Nick wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly as he watched us.
Connor pulled me back against his chest, impaling me fully on his cock as his hands came up to cup my breasts. I moaned as he squeezed them together, presenting them to Nick like an offering.
"Look at how perfect she is," Connor said, his voice tight with arousal. "These perfect tits, this drenched pussy stretching around my cock."
He pinched my nipples, and I cried out, the sound far too loud in the small cabin. But decorum was a distant concern now as Connor began to thrust in earnest, his hands manipulating my body for Nick's viewing pleasure – and my own overwhelming arousal.
"That's it," Nick encouraged, his hand moving faster on his impressive length. "Fuck her harder. Make her tits bounce."
Connor complied, adjusting our position so that Nick could see everything – my breasts swaying with each thrust, Connor's cock disappearing inside me. I should have felt exposed, objectified, but instead I felt powerful, desired. Two men wanting me, watching me, getting off on me.
"Touch yourself," Nick suggested, his eyes locked on where Connor's fingers dug into my hips. "Let me see you play with your clit while he fucks you."
Without hesitation, I slid my hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit. The first touch nearly buckled my knees — I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life.
"Fuck, that's hot," Nick groaned, pre-cum beading at his tip as his hand worked furiously. "You're so fucking beautiful, Lila."
Connor leaned forward, changing the angle to hit that perfect spot inside me. "You like this?" he asked, voice husky in my ear. "Like having Nick watch you take my cock? Like watching him stroke that big dick while he looks at your tits?"
"Yes," I gasped, abandoning pretense, my body quivering as another thrust hit just the right spot.
"Would you suck his cock if I let you?" Connor's question shocked me, but not as much as my immediate, visceral response to the idea – my pussy clenching hard around him. "Would you wrap those pretty lips around him while I fuck you from behind?"
The image he painted sent me hurtling toward the edge. Nick seemed equally affected, his breathing ragged as he watched us.
"She's close," Connor told Nick, as if narrating for his benefit. "Look at her – flushed all down her chest, nipples hard as fucking diamonds." His fingers replaced mine at my clit, rubbing quick, tight circles. "Come for us, Lila. Show Nick how pretty you are when you come on my cock."
It was too much — the physical sensation of his thrusts deep inside me, the dirty talk, the intensity of Nick's gaze. The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, washing away everything but pure, blinding pleasure. I cried out, my body convulsing around Connor's cock as wave after wave crashed through me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Connor chanted, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls spasmed around him. "I'm gonna come, baby."
He thrust deep one final time, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself inside me with a guttural groan. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I watched Nick's face contort in ecstasy, his back arching as thick ropes of cum painted his stomach and chest.
For a long moment, the only sound in the cabin was our collective heavy breathing. Reality began to seep back in as theendorphins faded, leaving me suddenly, acutely aware of my nakedness – and of what we'd just done.
Nick was the first to move, grabbing tissues from beside the bed to clean himself up, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing to do with his orgasm. "I, uh... sorry," he mumbled, looking anywhere but at us. "I should have... the curtain..."
He stumbled to his feet, retreating to the bathroom with a hasty apology that was cut off by the closing door.
Connor eased out of me, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. He fell back against the pillows, an arm flung over his eyes as a disbelieving laugh escaped him. "Holy shit. I can't believe we just did that."
Chapter 5
Nick
It couldn't happen again. Seeing Lila naked, seeing Connor's gorgeous cock thrusting into her, it had brought back a wave of feelings, of sexual need, that I didn't want to even begin to think about. I needed distance, a hotel room, anything to stop this dangerous spiral of wanting my best friend's wife. As she led us down the sandy path toward the beach, her floral skirt dancing around those endless legs, I knew that this would be the thing that ended our friendship once and for all. Nothing Connor and I had done in college could compare to this.
They were married, and clearly madly in love. I had no place doing what I'd done, even if he had invited me.
"I'll check online for hotels after we settle," I called ahead, my voice carrying on the coastal breeze. "You guys deserve some privacy for the rest of the trip."
Connor turned back, sunlight catching in his hazel eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, man. It's just a few more days."
But I'd made up my mind. After watching them that morning—Connor's hands claiming every inch of Lila's body, her back arching in ecstasy—I couldn't trust myself anymore. Eight years of friendship meant everything to me. Connor had been my rock since college, through breakups and career shifts, and I refused to betray that by indulging this wild fantasy.
The path opened to a stretch of pristine shore, devoid of the usual tourists. Lila bounded ahead, her auburn hair catching fire in the sunlight. Jesus fucking Christ. The crochet halter top she wore left little to the imagination—white thread barely containing full breasts that bounced with each step. The tie at her neck was a flimsy barrier between decency and my darkest fantasies.
"Perfect spot," she announced, spreading a blanket over the sand. When she bent to smooth the corners, her skirt rode up, revealing a sliver of pink fabric nestled between perfect ass cheeks.
