I dipped back into the dressing room, tried to unfasten the zipper in the back, and realized I couldn’t reach.
“Can one of you help me with this zipper?” I called out.
The door opened and Hawk stepped inside the dressing room.
I offered him my back and felt the zipper slide open, my back exposed to the air in the room. I held the front of the dress against my tits, waiting for him to leave so I could change.
But instead of leaving, he slid his hands around my waist from behind.
His lips touched the base of my neck and I sighed when his tongue darted out to taste my skin.
“Let go of the dress,” he ordered.
“Meredith— ”
“i don’t give a fuck about Meredith. Now let go of that fucking dress, mouse.”
30
CASSIE
I let goand the front of the dress fell forward, exposing my chest.
He kissed behind my ear as his hands covered my tits, and I put my hands over his, feeling the heat of his palms seep into my skin.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Cass? How fucking beautiful?”
I closed my eyes, sank into the sheer pleasure of his hands on my flesh, his fingers pinching my nipples as he kissed my cheek.
“My dick’s been hard as a fucking rock for the past two hours,” he said.
“What are you— ” I didn’t even bother looking when Jagger’s voice sounded behind us. I was already soaked, my cunt needy and demanding. “Fuck, yes. My fucking thoughts exactly.”
He moved in front of me and held my face in his hands, then swept my mouth into a kiss that burned away any remaining worry about Meredith. His tongue plundered my mouth, possessing me with ferocious strokes while Hawk rolled my erect nipples between his fingers, his dick hard against my ass through the dress.
Hawk’s hands slid from my tits to my waist. He pushed the dress off my hips until I was standing in nothing but thong underwear and the heels Meredith had given me to try on with the dresses.
“Hang it up,” Jagger said against my mouth. “She’s going to need it Saturday.”
The heat of Hawk’s body disappeared behind me, and I heard the rustle of silk and lace while Jagger dove back into my mouth, our tongues tangling, my nipples painfully hard as they brushed against the crisp cotton of his shirt.
Then Hawk returned, palming my bare ass, his breath a whisper against my neck, and I moaned into Jagger’s mouth as Hawk’s fingers slid through my wet folds from behind.
“We’re going to take turns fucking you,” he said. “Make sure you know you belong to us.”
I’d been so lost in the heat of Jagger’s mouth, the demands of his tongue, Hawk’s fingers sliding through my pussy, that I didn’t realize Vigo had entered the dressing room until he spoke.
“I’mallin on that,” Vigo said. “All fucking in.”
Jagger broke the kiss and cupped my tits, bending his head to suck on one of my nipples.
I gasped, holding his head in place as Hawk shoved his fingers inside me from behind.
I loved that he was never gentle. Loved the way he forced his way into me, the way my body was stretched to the limit by his fingers and his cock, by the things he made me do.
Jagger tore his mouth off my tit and took my hands. “Come on, mouse. You’re going to need something to hold onto.”
He led me to the wall with Hawk on our heels, and I heard Hawk unzip his jeans, looked over my shoulder to see him freeing his thick dick, hard and engorged.
