How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (26 page)

“Ivan?”

“Mmm,” he murmured as he hugged her closer.

“Do you still think Samson might come over? I mean with his work in Morehead and us here, do you think he would?”

“Would you like it if he did?”

She nodded against his heavy pectoral muscle, and his chest hair tickled her nose until a slight shudder rippled through her, making them both chuckle. “Have you thought of what it might be like to watch your brother make love to me? And for him to watch you make love to me? If it comes right down to it, can the two of you both be…you know…naked in bed with me? Watching? Participating?” She grew wet as she spoke, and the twitching of his thickening cock next to her thigh was her first clue how he felt about it. He took in a deep, raspy breath and expelled it as he palmed her ass, pressing her against him.

“I’ve thought about it practically every day since Samson told me he’d made contact with you again. Why? Did you think we’d have difficulty?”

“Well…I wasn’t sure if that would ruin your mood, you know, to…”

“Tell me.”

“To fuck me after Samson has, when I’m all shaky and jelly-boned.”

His cock was definitely getting harder. “You mean after he’s made you come and your body is primed for me to fuck you and make you come again…” He pulled her over him with surprising ease so she straddled him. Tilting his hips, he moved so his cock made direct contact with her engorged clit, and she moaned. “Fuck, yes. Cassie. Never doubt I’d still want you just as much.”

She spread her legs wider to get traction with her knees, the motion entirely erotic. He gripped her butt cheeks, spreading them, which sparked life into the nerve endings in her rear opening and making her cunt tighten as she sought and found his blunt head and arched, eagerly taking his thick, hot length inside her.

“That’s right, baby, take it,” he said as he pressed her body tight against his, increasing the friction as she rubbed against him, her pussy trembling on the verge of another surprising orgasm. Her control slipped as he slid a blunt finger to her anus and pressed with controlled insistence. She gulped in air.

“Not only will we not mind watching each other fuck you, we’ll eventually fuck you together, sweet Cassie.”

“But you’re so big!” she replied, rubbing her pussy against him, inhibitions lost as he responded with firm thrusts.

Breathlessly, he said, “And we’re twins in every sense, love. Two big cocks inside your sweet pussy and ass, giving you everything we’ve got.”

The mental image of her sandwiched between their big bodies, at their mercy, was all it took. Her climax detonated, sweet, hot, and so intense it was nearly painful it felt so good. He spread his legs and lifted slightly, using his heels to get more leverage and pumped against her until he came, cursing softly as he panted and finally relaxed beneath her again.

“I’m not used to this much…activity…in one night, but I think, for you and Samson, I might just become a nymphomaniac,” she said.

Ivan chuckled, and then a deep voice from across the darkened room said, “Sweetest words I’ve ever heard,
chiquita
.”

Samson suppressed his chuckle when Cassie’s head lifted off of his brother’s chest and swung around in his direction, lashing his brother in the face with the curtain of her long dark hair.

“Samson?” she squeaked happily.
Adorable
.

“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he crossed his ankle over his knee where he sat in her occasional chair in the corner, the perfect spot for watching the two of them fuck. He was so hard he had to shift a little to adjust his erection. Her breath rate increased, and she looked back at Ivan before sitting up. Suddenly a moan came from her lips, not the sexy kind, and he got up and went across to the bed.

“You all right?” he asked as he stroked her shoulder.

She smiled up at him. “Hi. I’m stuck.”

Ivan’s chest rumbled as he rested his head on his crossed forearms. “Why thank you, baby.”

She thumped Ivan on the chest and giggled. “You’re pretty large but don’t go getting a big head about it.”

“If you keep squeezing me while you’re giggling I won’t have much say in the matter. Although two rounds in one night is a rare thing for me. I don’t think I’m up for a third.”

“Always a joker,” Samson said as he reached out to help her.

She hissed as she rose up. “Charlie horse! And my knees won’t obey me.”

They lifted her off of Ivan, and Samson clucked sympathetically at her sounds of discomfort as he curled her into his lap. Her flesh was hot and tender where she’d been lying against Ivan and cool to the touch where she’d been exposed to the night air. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her upper calf muscles until the knots loosened.

“Oh,” she whispered with a soft moan of enjoyment as she snuggled close and wrapped her arms around him. “You came.”

So did you, luscious, and I’m glad I didn’t miss it.
“Yes. Are you all right?” he asked as he caressed her knees.

She nodded and then cringed as she straightened each knee out and flexed her foot. He winced when one of her knees crackled a little with the movement. “I won’t be falling asleep in that position again. I’m not sure what was more stiff, my hips or my knees.” She wiggled her butt against his groin and then murmured, “Or maybe you’re stiffer.”

“Careful,” he said as he stilled her movements and rubbed her knees. “Have you ever gone for a massage?”

“No, there’s never time. I usually just take a warm bath with Epsom salts.”

“I don’t like to see you in pain. A regular massage might help your flexibility.”

“I thought sadists liked that sort of thing.”

“To see you hurt like this? No. Now, if I was the one massaging you and went nice and deep and made you moan,
that
I might enjoy a whole lot.”

“Pervert,” his brother growled with amusement in his voice as he rolled to his side to watch them. He patted her thigh as she stretched it out and flexed her knee and rolled her ankle. “Next time I’ll make sure you’re in a comfortable position when you fall asleep.”

She leaned down to peck Ivan and then turned back to him. “How long have you been here?”

“About a half-hour. I got here while you were sleeping.”

“Oh gosh, was I snoring?” She put her hand to her cheek. “Or drooling?”

Samson squeezed her, amused by her unnecessary worry. “You were purring softly, that’s all. It was sweet.”

“Sweet?” she asked him with dismay in her eyes. She turned to look at Ivan. “Did you know he was here the whole time?”

Ivan glanced at him, and then grinned at her and nodded. Samson could read his brother’s mood in his relaxed expression and posture. Their time together had been good, evidently.

Samson gently massaged her calf muscle as she flexed it and kissed her bare shoulder. “I enjoyed watching the two of you together.” More than he had with any other voyeurism scene. “And I’m glad I decided to come over after work.”

Turning to him, she put her hands on his bearded cheeks and peered at him. “You are? It didn’t bother you to watch us…make love?”

Samson leaned closer and kissed her throat and upward to her cheek and temple. “Not at all. This is about the three of us—together. Sharing. I can smell his scent on your skin. That doesn’t bother me either.” She held on to his shoulders and didn’t slam her thighs closed when his hand slid up between them. No, in fact, she spread them farther apart, giving him full access to her hot, silky cunt. “You’re in the mood for more loving, aren’t you?”

She kissed him and said, “Yes. I want you, too.”

His fingers trembled, the side effect of nerves, and not something he was accustomed to considering his lifestyle. Steady on the job and steady at the club were qualities he prided himself on. But where it concerned this incredible woman he’d loved for as long as he could remember, he might as well have been an unskilled, clumsy teenager.

While Ivan pulled back the covers and piled the pillows at the head of the bed, Samson unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off. She helped him while he kissed her throat and drew a sharp squeak from her when he gripped her shoulder between his teeth. Then it was her turn to start trembling as he dumped her from his lap on the bed, removed his pants and boxers with one movement, and made quick work of coating his cock with the lubricant.

“I thought I smelled coconut in here when I arrived. Nice choice.”

Ivan chuckled as he beckoned Cassie into the center of the bed and he said, “It tastes good on her, too.”

Cassie crawled to Ivan and turned onto her back, spreading her thighs in luscious invitation. Ivan pulled her up into his arms so he was at her back supporting her and caressing her while Samson paused to gaze down at her. So lush, so perfect. He wanted to never forget the sight of her as she offered herself, shared herself with both of them.

His cock twitched in his hand, and he couldn’t hold back from temptation a moment longer. Ivan cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple with one hand and slid the other down to stroke her pussy, which was slick with her arousal and the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. She grabbed onto Ivan’s shoulder as he stroked her swollen clit and whispered, “Ready for another big cock, love?”

She reached the other hand out to Samson, beckoning him closer, and he shivered when her gentle touch settled on his thigh. Her eyes glowed with emotion and hunger as she shifted her gaze from his face to his cock, throbbing in his hand. He glanced at the opened box of condoms, but Ivan, quick to notice things like that, shook his head and smiled.

Cassie licked her lips, and her hips twitched as if she wanted to draw closer to him, and he crowded in, loving the feel of her satiny thighs sliding on his own furred and hard legs. The anticipation grew as Ivan gently lifted one of her knees to spread her a little wider, and the first hot slick touch of her pussy lips against his cock was heaven and hell all in one stroke.

“Oh, Samson, you’re so big,” she moaned. “So hot and hard. I—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go easy with you, at first.”

She almost purred, tilting her hips to rub against hm. “I want it all.”

He stroked her swollen pussy lips, some primeval part of him rising up, making his cock even harder and hotter as he enjoyed the feel of her so slippery and ready under his fingertips, and wanted to feel all of that lushness wrapped all around him. Sliding his hand up the backside of her other leg, he lifted her thigh and positioned the head at her vulnerable opening and thrust gently.

He’d loved her too long, missed her too much over the years, and thought too often of what this moment would be like to rush. Nor would he risk injuring her if she was tender from being with Ivan. He knew prior to his brother she hadn’t had sex in a long time, and that had been with only one man. From Samson’s locker room memories, Bill might’ve had a big mouth, but that was the only over-endowment he possessed.

Her nails raked lightly over the back of his thigh, and her hips tilted in invitation as he drew the backs of his fingers over her mound and then stroked her clit. Her cunt responded with a strong quiver, and he gave an easy thrust, enjoying the resistance of her slick, fevered sex as he pushed, withdrawing and inching forward again to stretch the anticipation to a point just short of sheer torture.

She trembled beneath him, whispering, “Yes,” as he teased her again and again until he reached the point of no return and slid home to the depths of her silky cunt, seeing stars as he reveled in her, finally knowing how it felt to be a part of her.

The pulsing roar between his ears and the heat licking down his spine was soon too much to ignore, and he pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed as the length of his strokes increased.

“Oh, Samson! Harder!” she cried out, her voice husky as she moved with him, taking every inch on each thrust.

She clutched Ivan’s biceps as he held her and whispered, “You’re so beautiful and sexy, Cassie. An absolute goddess.”

Samson watched as their bodies joined over and over until the sight sent him into a frenzy of lust, and he grasped her thigh and pounded her pussy with his cock until her sleek muscles tightened so much he could barely move. His balls drew up hard against his body, and all he could do was
feel
as their bodies collided over and over again, the slick sounds of sweaty bodies smacking together filling the room. Her orgasmic cries grew in volume as she rocked and quivered against him, her pussy rippling all around him as she came. He was mesmerized by her beauty, her flushed cheeks, the way her eyelids slid closed as her lips parted in an
o
.

Heat ripped through his body, and his cock grew even harder moments before his climax whipped through him like hot lightning, his balls contracting painfully as his cum spurted in hard, hot jets into her velvety cunt.

Still crouching over her, he slumped, catching his breath, waiting for his brain to get enough return blood flow to begin rebooting. He felt her fingers in his hair and opened bleary eyes to look at her, recalling the rough way he’d handled her. She would probably see marks on her leg from his tight grip the next day.

“Tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he said, his voice raspy from so much panting.