Heat floods my cheeks and slick desire coats my panties at his taunting, sexy words.
Note to self: Cas is dangerous. In a really good way.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Caroline. If you want me to touch your pussy, I will.” He tugs the hem of the dress up so he can slip a hand under it, tickling along my inner thigh. He murmurs in my ear, “If you want me to eat your sweet, hot pussy, I will. If you want me to fuck your tight, needy pussy, I will.” He cups my mound over my simple cotton panties. “If you want me to spank this little pussy, I can do that too. You get whatever you want tonight. Times two.”
Cas kisses me again before I can respond, though I have no idea what to say other than “please” and “thank you” right as James tugs my panties to the side and his finger slides deep inside my very wet pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “It’s wet, Cas. She’s so wet for us.”
Hearing his words, feeling his finger pump leisurely in and out, as Cas teases his tongue against mine, has me swirling in a hot whirlpool of desire. I grip the front of Cas’s linen shirt tightly, needing something to hold on to, to ground me.
Cas breaks away. I’m panting and rocking myself on to James’s finger.
“That’s our girl,” Cas says. “So eager to be fucked, aren’t you, our little adventurer?”
He makes that sound like an actual compliment.
A lot of people say adventurer to me in a way that suggests they really think I’m impulsive or can’t make my mind up. That I wander because I can’t settle.
But Cas says it in admiration. It sounds powerful. Which it is.
Iaman adventurer, damn it, and I’m about to explore a whole new world of being fucked by two beautiful men.
I nod as Cas runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “God, yes.” I squeeze my thighs tightly, trapping James’s finger. “Fuck me so hard. Now.”
James chuckles as he teases his finger out of my pussy and over my clit, caressing the tight bud in a slow circle. “Not in front of Grayson’s front door, sweetheart. You may think he doesn’t want you, but trust me, he does.”
The words snap me out of the sensual fog.
He’s right. We’re a mere two feet from Grayson’s front door.
I can actually hear low voices from the interior of the apartment.
I had thought two nights ago when he carried me to bed he might…but no. He slept on the couch and yesterday he officially hired Pencil Skirt Kyle. She’s probably there right now, behind that door.
It shouldn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
But I worry about her intentions and I worry about Evelyn and I worry that Grayson will invite her into his bed because it’s convenient, and she’s attractive.
I’m not normally a worrier, so worrying worries me.
I don’t understand what it means.
Idoknow that a man like Grayson Ross is complicated and emotionally unavailable and I just don’t do complicated.
This, with James and Cas, is deliciously uncomplicated.
That was my second question to them.
Won’t this get messy?
They assured me it will be friends with benefits, no more than once a week while I’m in town. That we can all have fun because we respect each other and care about each other and we will openly communicate our needs and wants.
I one hundred percent trust James and Cas to stick to that.
“Then take me to your bed,” I tell James. “Before I come on nothing more than your finger.” He’s still massaging my clit, and it’s driving me insane in a very good way.
