His and Hers and Hers (9 page)

When Kyla pulled back, Jordan was there with another kiss. He too invaded Cassie’s mouth, claiming it, and she was glad. She wanted to be claimed by both of them, wanted to be theirs.

Her hand found Jordan’s hard thigh, and drifted a few inches up to touch his cloth-covered cock. They all went still. Cassie broke free of the kiss, and her gaze flew to Kyla. “Is it all right?”

Kyla smiled and nodded. “It’s your night, Cass. Whatever you want.”

Cassie wanted everything. She turned back to Jordan, kissing him hungrily while rubbing his hard-on through the cotton of his briefs. He shifted, and she realized she was now touching hot, silky skin. Kyla had pulled down his briefs and watched as Cassie ran her finger down the vein standing out on his stiff shaft. Ky closed her hand around him and pumped while Cassie rubbed a bead of precum around the rosy head. Jordan sighed, his eyes cloudy with lust when she brought her finger to her lips and tasted.

Kyla lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth. A flash of heat sluiced through Cassie as she watched Ky work him, taking him deep, then gliding back to swirl her tongue around his tip, leaving him glossy with her saliva.

Cassie was hungry for a taste. “Me too, Ky.”

Ky pulled back, her fist still holding the base of Jordan’s cock. Smiling, she raised her eyebrows as though to ask
What are you waiting for?

Cassie loved the feel of him in her mouth, the heat and hardness, loved the way he bumped the softness of her inner cheek. She loved his flavor, salty with the aftertaste of sweet. Kyla shared the man she loved, holding his cock as Cassie savored him. She felt so close to both of them, so overwhelmed with gratitude that her chest felt ready to burst.

Jordan, who’d been caressing her head, gave her hair a gentle tug. “Enough. I don’t want this to end too soon.”

Cassie lifted her head, and Kyla was right there. Their mouths joined, and they kissed ravenously.

Ky scooched back to the headboard, wriggled out of her thong, and propped herself against the pillows, beckoning to Cassie. “Up here.”

Jordan pulled down her panties as she crawled on all fours across the mattress. She stole another kiss before Kyla turned her so that her back rested against Ky’s pillowy breasts between her wide-spread thighs. Kyla reached around to squeeze Cassie’s breasts, tug and twist her hard nipples. Jordan knee-walked up the bed, his cock bobbing, until he knelt in front of Cassie.

“Open your legs, honey.” Kyla’s warm breath tickled her ear. “Show Jordan your pretty pussy.”

As boneless as jelly, she obeyed. Kyla released a breast to dip into Cassie’s slick pussy and graze her plump clit. “Oh, it’s hard. She’s ready, poor honey. She needs to come, don’t you, Cass?”

She moaned as Kyla softly pressed kisses along her shoulder to the juncture of her neck. Jordan knelt between her thighs while Kyla grabbed something from the top of the nightstand.

“Here you go, babe.” She handed Jordan a packet.

Cassie took it from him. “Let me.” She tore it open, extracted the condom, and rolled it down his shaft. She looked from his cock to his face and found she couldn’t look away. His eyelids drooped with lust, and his lips were rosy and full. He grabbed her hips and nudged inside, then thrust deep while Kyla palmed both her breasts and squeezed hard. Cassie’s head bumped back against something solid. “Ow.”

Ky hollered. “Ow!”

Cassie went still. Turning her head, she saw Kyla rubbing her nose and realized that was what she bumped.

“You all right, baby?” Jordan asked.

“I’m sorry,” Cassie said, trying to wriggle away though still impaled by Jordan.

Ky tweaked her nipple. “Don’t move. I’m fine.”

After a moment’s hesitation, they all laughed. “Well, so much for slick moves,” Jordan said.

“Yeah, stuff like this never happens in porn,” Kyla added, giving her nose an extra rub. “Cassie’s gonna think we’re a couple of rubes.”

“Cassie thinks nothing of the kind,” she told them. “You’re both amazing.”

“Yeah, but we’re newbies at this.” Jordan gave a little thrust, which made Cassie bite her lip. “We wanted to impress you.”

“I don’t need to be impressed.”

“What do you need then, Cass?” He thrust again, shallowly, teasing her. “Do you need to be fucked?”

She grabbed his shoulders, dug her fingers into his skin. “Yes. Please. I do.”

He gave her that grin, half smart-ass, half sweet. “It’s your night.” He plunged inside her again and again while Kyla played with her breasts. Each time Jordan pushed forward, Cassie bumped her clit against him, and the ache swelled in her pussy, radiating to her breast and lips, her fingers and toes. Her palms and the soles of her feet tingled. She needed to come.

Jordan’s pistoning turned fast and jerky. Kyla glided her lips along Cassie’s shoulder. “He’s gonna come, Cass. Are you close, honey?”

“Uhh.” She was so close. He pumped once more, Ky pinched her nipples, and Cassie fell over the edge as her orgasm hit in wave after wave.

When she came down, Cassie cuddled beside Kyla, half dozing. Jordan had collapsed on Ky’s other side. After letting them rest a few minutes, Kyla spoke up. “Hey, don’t forget about me, stud. You might have gotten off, but I’m still horny.”

Jordan groaned and gave a small laugh. “You may be out of luck, baby. I think my dick is broke.”

“You’re not getting out of it that easy. You’ve still got a tongue, don’t you? Get busy, buddy.”

“Bossy.”

“Poor babe, you thought you’d be the center of attention, having two chicks to yourself. You didn’t think about how much work it would be to satisfy us both.”

Jordan knelt up and kissed Kyla. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m still waiting.”

He kissed his way down her body, allowing his lips to linger at the undercurve of her breast, her round belly. He bypassed the crux of her thighs completely to nip her kneecap.

“Uh, excuse me, you’re heading the wrong way,” Ky told him.

“Enjoy the detour, baby.” He moved farther down and teased the space between her big toe and second toe with his tongue.

“Tickles.” She drew her foot away.

Cassie levered herself up on an elbow. “Is he into feet?”

“News to me,” Kyla said.

“Hey, it’s just a little appetizer,” Jordan said.

“Well, get to the main course.” Kyla spread her thighs wider.

He kissed his way back up the inside of her leg and nuzzled the crinkly black curls at the juncture of her thighs. Then his chest expanded as he inhaled deeply. Cassie watched transfixed as he lowered his face to Kyla’s pussy and stroked her gently with his tongue.

She turned to Kyla, whose cheeks were bright pink and lips were plump with arousal. “Is it good?”

Ky shifted her ass a bit, let her eyelids fall. “Uh-huh. So good.”

Cassie lifted Kyla’s heavy breast and traced the edge of her fingernail along the pointy brown nipple. “Let me help.”

She pressed her lips to Ky’s, tasting her hot tongue while she tugged at her stiff nipple. She brought her arms to either side of Kyla and smooshed their breasts together. Cassie moaned at the sensation. Kyla’s breasts were so full and soft, her nipples hard as beads. Cassie lifted her head, gasping for air, and stared down into Kyla’s half-lidded eyes. Dizzy with lust, she barely heard Kyla’s next word: “More.”

She glanced back at Jordan, still eating Kyla’s pussy, and began to work in tandem with him. They needed to get their sweet baby off. Cassie brushed her breasts lightly back and forth against Kyla’s, then took one nipple in her mouth and sucked hard while she tweaked the other nipple. A red flush crept up Ky’s chest and neck—she was close. Cassie suddenly felt frantic. She didn’t have enough hands or mouths. She wanted to play with Ky’s clit, twist her nipples, suck them, kiss her lips, all at the same time.

Ky tensed, signaling that orgasm was imminent, and just as Jordan sucked her clit, Cassie raked her teeth over a distended nipple. Kyla arched and went stiff, and Cassie felt a sudden tug on her hair as Ky pulled her up for a kiss even as she came. Cassie was flooded with tenderness for Kyla, who would not be cheated of her orgasm, and for Jordan, who was so intent on satisfying both of them.

* * * *

Early the next morning, Jordan stood at the kitchen counter, beating eggs in a bowl. Kyla appeared at his side and bumped him with her hip.

“Hey.” He bumped her back. “I’m trying to cook here.”

“Well, whatcha makin’, Emeril?” She snapped the elastic band of his briefs.

He tugged at the belt of her short robe in retribution. “Your favorite. French toast.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” She bit him on the arm.

“Watch it. I’m not on the menu.”

“Aw, bummer. How about I help?”

With one eyebrow lifted, Jordan gave her a skeptical look. “Oh come on, I’m not that bad a cook,” she said, pouting.

“Yeah, whatever. Why don’t you get the milk from the fridge?”

“I can handle that.” Kyla fetched the milk, then hesitated as she held the carton out to Jordan. Her eyes were luminous. “I love you, babe. And I love what we did last night.”

“I love you too.” He reached for the carton, but she wouldn’t release it. There was more.

“Would it hurt you if I said I wanted to do it again?”

Just a moment ago, Jordan had been dreading what she might say. Now, he felt as buoyant as a surfer cresting a wave. His heart overflowed with love for his honest Kyla. “Baby, so do I.”

But Kyla’s expression didn’t change. “I don’t mean just once or twice. I mean…” She stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “I mean, I could see myself falling for her.”

Jordan’s mind went numb for a moment as a cluster of feelings hit him all at once: surprise, lust, and yes, a pinch of fear. Was he losing Ky?

She picked up on his worry immediately. Setting the milk carton on the counter, she told him, “Listen, this does not change my feelings for you one bit. I love you. You’re my man. But maybe Cassie could be my woman.
Our
woman. Because you want her too.” The piercing gaze of her beautiful brown eyes reached deep inside him. “Don’t you?”

He let go a long sigh. She knew him so well. No point in pussyfooting; he had to give it up. “Yeah.” He had to ask the next question. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“You mean am I jealous? No. Maybe I should be, but…” Ky shook her head. “I know you love me.” Skimming her generous curves with her fingers, she gave him a naughty smile. “Besides, I got it goin’ on. I know you’re not dumb enough to risk losing all this.”

Jordan grabbed her ass and yanked her against him. “You bet I’m not.” He took her mouth in a hot and hungry kiss. The hard nipples of her gorgeous tits prodded his chest, and his cock rose to more than half-mast.

Kyla rubbed against him wickedly and purred. “Mmm, he likes that.”

“Yes, he does.” Jordan kneaded a handful of her ass. “But we can’t forget Cassie.”

Kyla rolled her eyes jokingly. “Oh, her.”

He laughed and jiggled her against him. “Yeah, her. We don’t know how she’s gonna feel about all this.”

Ky’s smile faded as her expression clouded with uncertainty. “I know. She seems into us, though.”

“Yes, but she may not see it being much beyond fun and games. We have to go slow.”

She pooched out her lower lip. “I hate slow.”

“I know you do.” He rocked her gently back and forth. “But if we’re too pushy—”

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed.

“So we’ll just take things easy and let them progress naturally. Right, Ky?” He gave her a pointed look. “Right?”

“Okay, okay.” She looked up at him and tenderly laid her hand on his cheek. “I love you so much.”

He could see it in her eyes, so raw and real. His throat felt so constricted it was a struggle to respond. “Right back at you, baby.”

She lifted her arms to clutch his shoulders as he held her close, and their lips joined in a kiss to seal their love.

* * * *

Cassie quietly left the bedroom and headed toward the kitchen, stopping short when she glimpsed Jordan and Kyla through the doorway. They were kissing, clinging tightly to each other. It was more than some hot and sexy foreplay. It was communication between two people deeply in love.

She felt like an intruder. No matter how much fun their threesome had been last night, this morning her friends were again a couple. They’d been together four years, after all. And how long had they known Cassie? Barely a year.

While Cassie had no doubt Jordan and Kyla were fond of her, she also knew their relationship came first and foremost. And that was only how it should be.

But understanding that still didn’t hold back the encroaching loneliness. She was sinking into the same fog of gloom she’d experienced last night, before “dessert.” Retreating to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of the glum look on her face.
God, Cassie. Feel sorry for yourself much?

Thoroughly disgusted with herself, she bared her teeth at her reflection and turned on the shower. Under the hot spray she scrubbed her skin raw and gave herself a severe talking-to.
Enough of this crap, bitch. So what if you’re the plus one? You’re here, aren’t you? They wanted you last night, and if you play your cards right, they’ll want you again. Enjoy what you’ve got while you can.

At the end of the shower, a different Cassie stepped out of the tub. One determined to seize the day and take pleasure in whatever her friends offered. It wouldn’t last, of course. Ultimately it would fall apart, just as it had done with Sydney. With everyone.

But until then, she’d savor every moment.

Chapter Eight

Jordan followed Kyla into the basement of the Rosemont Community Center. The aromas of baked turkey and pumpkin pie made his mouth water in spite of having eaten his own Thanksgiving dinner an hour ago. Long tables were set up in rows throughout the room where men, women, and children sat eating their turkey dinners. Sounds of chatting and laughing, along with the clinking of tableware met his ears while he scanned the room for Cassie.

“There she is.” Kyla waved, and Cassie, at the other end of the room, waved back. They ambled over to her.