Page 9 of Better When Shared
Lila’s squeal made me look up from the phone, and I found her clutching her halter top to her chest, swatting at her husband. Earlier this morning, I'd seen everything—full, perfect breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, and I wanted to see her again. My cock strained painfully against my zipper as blood rushed south with dizzying speed.
"Connor!" she hissed, shooting him a look that wasn't nearly as angry as it should have been. "What are you doing?"
He laughed, low and wicked. "Making sure Nick doesn't book that hotel room." His eyes met mine over his wife's shoulder, challenging and complicit at once. "Tell him, babe. Tell him why you're wearing that particular top today."
She bit her lip, the fabric clutched loosely against her chest now, more teasing than concealing. "I don't usually..." she started, then sighed. "I get self-conscious about wearing this in public. Too revealing. I bought it for date nights at home."
"And I love seeing Lila so sexy," Connor added, his hand sliding possessively around her waist. "So today, while you were in the shower, I asked her to wear it. To see if you were into it."
The words hung heavy between us. He'd dressed her for me.
Lila's eyes found mine, something vulnerable and hungry flickering in their depths. She paused, pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I can’t stop thinking about this morning, Nick."
My breath caught. I'd spent hours replaying those moments—Connor's hands spreading her thighs wide, pinning her in place, turning her to face me, showing me everything. Even with our dorm rules, he’d never been so bold.
“Stop stressing, man,” Connor said gently. “It’s vacation. We deserve some fun.”
"Post-nut clarity is a bitch," I muttered, trying to lighten the moment, trying to drag my eyes anywhere but the curve of her breast peeking from behind her loosened top. "I should really find that hotel. Give you two some space."
Connor cast a deliberate glance up and down the beach. Not a soul in sight, just endless sand and foaming waves. The nearest group of tourists was a tiny cluster of color half a mile away.
"Space is overrated," he said, reaching for the second tie, further down Lila’s back.
This time, when he tugged the string loose, she didn't grab for the falling fabric. The crochet top slid down her torso like water, pooling in her lap and leaving her gloriously bare from the waist up. My mouth went dry at the sight—smooth tanned skin, the gentle slope of her breasts crowned by tight nipples that pebbled further under my gaze.
"Connor!" she laughed, swatting his hand playfully, but made no move to cover herself. Instead, she arched her back slightly, the movement so subtle it might have been unconscious if not for the way her eyes never left mine.
"Fuck," I breathed, unable to form a more coherent response.
"That's the idea," Connor said, his voice husky with want. His palm slid up her ribs to cup one perfect breast, thumb circling the nipple until it strained toward his touch. "Look at her, Nick. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"
My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape. This was beyond watching from across a dark room—this was an invitation. The sun highlighted every detail: the freckle just below her collarbone, the way goosebumps spread across her skin when Connor pinched her nipple, the rapid pulse visible at the base of her throat.
"I should go," I said, though I made no move to stand. "This isn't—I mean, we shouldn't—"
"Why not?" Connor challenged, his free hand sliding up Lila's thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt. Her breath hitched, eyelids fluttering. "We're all adults. We all want this. And there's no one around for miles."
Did we? My cock certainly did, throbbing painfully against my zipper. But years of friendship, of boundaries set and respected, held me frozen. "What about afterward?" I asked, voice rough. "What happens when vacation ends and real life begins again?"
Connor's fingers emerged from beneath Lila's skirt, glistening with her arousal. He brought them to his lips, tasting her while holding my gaze. It was the single most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.
"I think we need to invent a new set of rules. Vacation Rules."
Lila's eyes widened, darting between us with growing excitement. "Vacation Rules?"
"One week," Connor continued, voice dropping to a register that sent shivers down my spine. "One week of hedonistic fun. No limits, no jealousy." His eyes locked with mine, intense and unwavering. "No worries about the future."
I swallowed hard, the fantasies crashing through my mind like tidal waves. One week to touch her. To taste her. To explore whatever this crackling energy between all three of us might become.
"And after?" I managed, needing to know the boundaries before I stepped over this line.
"After, we go back to being best friends who have an amazing secret," Connor said, his hand returning to Lila's breast, kneading gently. "You head back to Seattle, and we go back to Portland, and no one ever has to know.”
Lila watched me, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "I'm willing if you are," she whispered, the breezecarrying her words directly to my core. "I've thought about you, Nick. About your hands, your mouth..." She trailed off, a blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck as her eyes dropped to my crotch.
“Your big dick,” Connor filled in for her, his grin cheeky.
My restraint snapped like a thread pulled too tight. I leaned forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips to her flushed cheek. The contact was electric, her skin warm and scented with salt air and coconut sunscreen. I lingered there, feeling her pulse leap beneath my lips, the subtle turn of her head inviting more.
