Page 253 of Better When Shared
That simple statement hit me harder than any declaration of desire could have. Trust was Kiaan’s most closely guarded currency, and he was offering it to me without reservation.
Skylar watched us, her eyes dark with desire as she reached between my legs and stroked my cock. “I want to see you inside him,” she said, her voice dropping to that commanding register that never failed to make my cock throb. “I want to watch my boys learn how their bodies fit together. But we need to shower and prep him first.”
“And Ryker needs to brush his teeth,” Kiaan said, still dragging his cock through the slick mess he’d made on my ass. “Wait. He’s pretty big, what if we don’t fit together?”
Skylar reached out and stroked his curls out of his eyes. “Can you be a good fucktoy for Duchess and let me train your body to take him?”
Kiaan whimpered. “Yes, please, Duchess.”
I was pretty sure both of us would do anything to be good boys, but Kiaan was adorably desperate to please.
“All right. Well, the first step is to clean up. And brush our teeth.” She stood and pulled me to my feet, and I turned and gathered Kiaan between us, watching his hard cock bounce as he walked down the hall towards the bathroom.
Getting three grown adults into Skylar’s bathroom was like some twisted version of Tetris. We stumbled through the narrowhallway, limbs tangling, hands never quite breaking contact as if we were afraid to lose the connection we’d established. I caught Skylar’s ass in my palm as she led the way, and hooked my other arm around Kiaan’s waist, keeping him pressed against my side.
The night’s sweat and sex clung to our skin, a heady reminder of boundaries crossed and possibilities unlocked. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this combination of hunger and contentment, like I’d found something I hadn’t known I was missing.
“Why exactly did you decide you needed a house-sized for hobbits?” Kiaan quipped as we crowded into the small space, our bodies pressing together by necessity rather than choice, fighting for space at the sink as we brushed our teeth.
Skylar snorted, reaching past me to turn on the shower. “Some of us don’t need palatial bathrooms to get clean. Besides, the close quarters have their advantages.”
Steam began to fill the room as the water heated, fogging the single small window and the mirror above the sink. I studied our reflection before it disappeared—the three of us naked, Skylar’s petite frame dwarfed by my height, Kiaan leaner but no less striking between us. We looked right together, like pieces of a puzzle that shouldn’t fit but somehow did.
“In,” Skylar commanded, sliding the glass door open and gesturing to the shower stall.
I stepped in first, pulling Kiaan after me, with Skylar squeezing in last and sliding the door closed. Water cascaded over us, hot and cleansing, turning our skin pink and slick. We laughed at the absurdity of three adults crammed into a medium-sized shower, but the laughter quickly morphed into something else as hands began to wander.
“Let me,” Skylar said, reaching for the soap. She lathered it between her palms, then began to wash Kiaan’s chest, her small hands making deliberate circles across his skin.
I watched, entranced by the contrast of her pale fingers against his golden-brown torso, the way his breath hitched when she brushed his nipples. Water sluiced down his body, following the planes of muscle and bone, gathering in the dip of his navel before continuing lower.
“You too,” Skylar said, handing me the soap. “Wash his back.”
I took the bar from her, working up a lather as Kiaan turned to give me access to his back. His shoulders were narrower than mine but still strong, the muscles shifting beneath wet skin as he braced his hands against the shower wall. I spread the soap across his shoulder blades, down the knobs of his spine, to the small of his back.
He was undeniably beautiful, and it took my breath away.
“Lower,” Skylar directed, her eyes holding mine over Kiaan’s shoulder.
I let my hands slide down to his ass, spreading the soap across the firm globes. Kiaan made a small sound, pushing back against my touch. He was certainly responsive there. My cock hardened, pressing against his lower back, and he reached behind him to grab my hip, urging me closer.
He was horny, lost in his need, and it was beautiful.
“Fuck, he’s such a good slut. We need to get him ready for you,” Skylar murmured. From the noises he was making, I could only assume she was playing with his cock. She reached out of the shower to grab something from her toiletry kit, a small bottle of lube, sleek and waterproof. “The soap will clean him, but this will make it good for both of you.”
I took the bottle from her, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. Kiaan spread his legs wider, an unspoken invitation that made my cock throb with anticipation. I circled his entrance with slick fingers, feeling the tight ring of muscle, the heat of him even in the steam-filled shower.
“Start with one finger,” Skylar instructed, her voice dropping to that commanding register that never failed to send heat shooting straight to my groin. “Go slow. Take your time.”
I pressed forward gently, feeling the resistance of his body before the tip of my middle finger slipped inside. Kiaan tensed, his breath catching audibly.
“Relax,” I murmured against his ear, my chest pressed to his back. “I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.”
He nodded, forcing his muscles to loosen, and I felt him yield around my finger. I worked it deeper, amazed at the tight heat of him, the silken grip of his body.
“Fuck,” Kiaan gasped, his head dropping forward as I found a spot inside him that made his whole body jerk. “Ryker, right there.”
I rubbed the spot again, watching in fascination as he writhed against me, his breathing becoming ragged. When I added a second finger, he moaned, the sound echoing in the small space, bouncing off tile and glass to surround us.
