Chapter Sixteen #2
While my head has been trapped in that moment, Handlebar has pushed her to her knees, he’s holding on to her hair against her scalp, although it looks bad, he isn’t hurting her, there is some slack to his fingers.
“Do it, Cassie.”
Her hands come up to my waistband. This is what they talked about?
How did he go from wanting to beat the shit out of me for daring to bring her back here, to this…
My focus goes back to her hands unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper.
Fuck. Everything inside of me is against this but seeing her kneeling between us, Handlebar close to her back, gripping her hair, I’m trapped in this moment.
I don’t stop her when she tugs down my pants and slips her hand inside my underwear.
“Shit,” I groan as her hand moves over my hard shaft, the other moves my boxers further down, tucking them underneath my balls. It pushes them up and makes my breath catch.
“Open,” he instructs, and she does it, her lips parting.
This is messed up. This isn’t the woman I’ve been around so many times.
She is submitting to him. To both of us.
All thought stops as he pushes her forward and my cock disappears inside her mouth.
My ass clenches and I push forward automatically, she moves back and I’m about to apologize like some kind of idiot for pushing in too far, when she lowers back down.
He’s pushing and pulling her hair. Controlling her movements as she sucks my cock further, then moves back and licks the tip. Every move she makes is because he is letting her. Until she grips the base of my cock with her hand and squeezes.
“Fuck,” I hiss and my eyes move to him. He isn’t watching me, he’s watching her as he guides her.
Again, I’m confused as fuck about how has he gone from the jealous guy, to guiding her mouth on me? He won’t look at me, even as I stare at him. Until Cassie’s nose bumps my pubis and I realize I’ve moved into her throat and my eyes roll back in my head.
She gags but he holds her there a moment before letting her move back.
My balls are tight, I’m going to lose control.
Cassie grabs the backs of my thighs and starts moving faster.
He isn’t fully controlling her right now and I push my hand into her hair beneath the ponytail he is still loosely holding.
My hips thrust harder and my eyes close, lost in the feel of her mouth as she devours my cock. I’ve never had an experience like this, not only the other man being a part of this, but the way she is sucking me, like there is nothing else she would rather be doing right now.
When I open my eyes, Handlebar has taken off his cut and shirt, I didn’t even fucking notice. Who the fuck knew he looked like that under his shirt. The Devil’s Chaos patch is tattooed on his pectoral muscle, and there is a name underneath it.
He has someone’s name tattooed on his body? What the fuck is with this guy. Cassie is deep throating me again so I can’t ask who Talya is.
Cassie moans and her grip tightens. No longer having any control over my body, I start to come, groaning and pushing further into her.
Handlebar takes hold of her hair again and holds her still as my cum pours down her throat.
She catches it all, swallowing and making my body tense even harder as her throat squeezes me.
Tears are running down her cheeks and finally Handlebar releases her so she can pull back. I stare at her as some of my cum spills over her lips and she laps at it, looking up at me. My heart is pounding. I feel light-headed and sway a little.
Cassie gets to her feet, and I barely notice that it’s him pulling her up.
He turns her and grabs her by the back of the neck, slamming his mouth down on her.
It should bother me that he is tasting my cum, but I stand there and watch as she claws at him, leaving red welts on his chest. He’s groaning into her mouth while his hands work to unzip her skirt.
It falls in a pool at her feet, revealing her taut, round ass, the thin fabric of her thong disappearing between her cheeks.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he tears the fabric and throws shredded panties on the floor.
Cassie gasps and throws her head back and I watch his arm moving.
He has his fingers inside of her. The sucking sound tells me how fucking wet she is.
I reach out and grab a chair to keep me steady as my heart continues to thunder.
It’s not about the orgasm I’m still feeling, it’s the way he is kissing her, one hand on her ass as the other fucks her.
The anger swirls again when he picks her up and carries her out of the room. What the fuck? He did that so he could fuck her once she’d sucked me dry. No fucking way.
I follow them into the bedroom. Handlebar has wasted no time getting his clothes off. The two of them are naked and he’s spreading her thighs. I get a glimpse of her wet pussy seconds before he rams inside of her.
Cassie screams and throws her head back. Damn. That was supposed to be me. I’m half tempted to grab him and pull him off her but she’s gripping the sheets, her back arched and her mouth open as he thrusts in and out.
Why the fuck is this turning me on? My cock feels heavy and I grab on to it, knowing it can’t get hard this fast but as I watch him fuck her, that is what is happening.
I take a step closer to the bed, careful to avoid going near him, I don’t want to see his ass as he pounds into her.
I’m watching her. Her eyes half closed, her mouth open, her tits bouncing.
Handlebar looks over. He isn’t surprised I followed them and his eyes drop to where I’m squeezing the head of my cock. His smirk infuriates the shit out of me. I want to punch him in his stupid fucking handsome face.
He pulls back, his cock appears and I try not to look at it, but he’s holding the tip inside of her. He’s not looking at me now. We’re both transfixed between her legs. Her pussy is swollen and pink, glistening, like his cock.
I curse again and he pulls all the way out then drags her up and onto her feet. The sound of the slap as his hand makes contact with her ass shocks me again. Cassie moans even louder as he rubs over the red skin, soothing the sting away.
Taking her place on the bed, he grabs her hips and pulls her knees up onto the bed so she is straddling him. She drops back onto his cock in one quick movement and lets out the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard.
My feet move before I can stop myself and I stand behind her pressing my hard cock into her spine.
I tear off my own cut and pull my t-shirt over my head.
Her skin is damp and warm, and she tips her head back so it hits my sternum, her gaze on me as Handlebar thrusts up, making her head glide up and down my chest with every movement.
I cup her chin so she can’t look back at him and her eyes get heavy as she watches me suck two of my fingers.
I get them nice and wet, then run my hand down her spine, over the crack of her ass.
Cassie gasps as I move it between her cheeks and circle her hole.
I can feel how he’s spreading her every time he thrusts and for a second, the thought I might touch him makes me pause.
He takes her face and turns it further towards me and I can’t stop it, I bend down and kiss her as I press a finger into her ass.
She gasps hard and Handlebar grunts as she squeezes both of us.
“Jesus,” I groan pushing in further, past the tight ring until I bottom out. Her lips come back to me and she kisses me harder.
I can’t believe this is happening. How did we get here? How has this naked woman, riding another man’s cock got me in a fucking chokehold?
She groans and whimpers as I push another finger in. Through the thin wall of skin between her two holes, I feel his cock moving and pulsing but I can’t stop. My cock is so fucking hard I couldn’t give two shits if I touch him, I want in her ass.
Before I can even think about where to get some lube, her lips rip away from me and she’s coming, her head thrashes and Handlebar sits up and takes her mouth to stop her, swallowing her moans as he tenses and spills into her.
The wetness spreads between her thighs and part of me recoils knowing it is both of their cum soaking my fingers.
So much so, I drag them out and use the other hand to take her face from him so I can kiss her through the last tremors of her climax.
Handlebar drops back onto the bed. He’s so spent he doesn’t care I’m tongue fucking her.
My cock is hard again but Cassie is flopping in my arms, all the energy is gone out of her.
Am I pissed I haven’t got to fuck her, yes I am.
And if I didn’t think she would lose her shit, I’d grab the bastard and throw him out.
He knew what he was doing when he put her mouth on my cock. And as I look at him over the top of her head and see the look on his face, he isn’t even trying to hide it. The only way to get back at him is to let him watch our tongues tangle as I make the most of these last few moments.
Cassie eventually pulls back, taking a shuddering breath.
Now we’re all still, watching one another, wondering how in the fuck we got here. I’m expecting some kind of explosion, who it will come from first is the only question.
Handlebar sits up and strokes her cheek until she is looking at him. I feel like the odd one out again as they stare at each other. Why can’t I be the bigger person and step away? There is something between them, something I know nothing about and it’s pissing me off.
“Go get a washcloth with some warm water.”
“What?” I glare at him, he doesn’t get to boss me around.
Cassie starts to move and I step back and help her, holding her steady. Handlebar takes her hips and leans forward to kiss one of her breasts.
“We need to clean her.”
She holds the back of his head as he sucks her nipple gently. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him get fucked so I can take over, but he’s right. I walk to the door on the other side of the room and find the bathroom.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and stare at myself. Whatever that was, it can’t happen again.
Worrying about Cassie and who she wants, or him and his smug looks is a distraction I don’t need. But I do as I was asked, washing my own hands, and finding a washcloth to run the warm water over.
When I come back into the room, Cassie is sitting on the bed and Handlebar is standing, getting something from a drawer in the bureau. I avoid looking at his naked body. We might have shared this woman, but I’m not interested in him in the slightest.
Kneeling down I gently push her legs apart and stare at the cum on her thighs. Fuck, he didn’t use a condom. Why that is only just bothering me is fucked up. I go to knock the little bastard out, but Cassie stops me.
“We’re both clean,” she says.
Handlebar hears her and turns to look at us. He doesn’t say anything then goes back to getting her a towel. His silent challenge isn’t going unheard. He expects me to storm out.
That they’ve had the ‘we’re safe to fuck bare’ talk only makes me madder, but he isn’t making me leave.
I go when I’m ready. Instead of arguing, I do what he suggested and run the cloth over her thighs, between them and over her pussy in slow circles that has her chest hitching as she watches me.
She fidgets so I place a hand on her thigh to keep her still while I finish.
Once it’s done, I get up and help her stand again. I’m the only one who never got fully naked and once I’m sure she’s okay, I button and zip up my jeans.
I really fucking wish he’d put his damn clothes on. Even more so when I accidentally get an eyeful of his cock. Shit. I’m happy with what I’ve got, never had any complaints, but no wonder she screamed when he thrust into her.
Fucking great.
“I’m going to shower, you should… both leave.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to argue but her cheeks are going pink. Now she’s embarrassed? Little late for that.
“We still need to talk about that thing,” I say.
“We will.” She scowls, some of the feisty lawyer coming back.
“And I need to talk to you too,” Handlebar says.
“It can wait. I need to go back to work.”
He nods, eventually I do too. Cassie grabs a robe and stares at us.
Handlebar starts to gather his clothes and I pick up my t-shirt.
I’ve often walked away straight after sex without a second thought, this is plain fucking weird, watching another man dress too.
This is going to play on my mind for a long time.
Now we both have to leave together? I have nothing to say to him and I’m more than happy to leave first.
Cassie speaks before either one of us can get out the door.
“By the way, you’re both talking about the same thing. The Veil Line. King has all three of us looking into it now.”
“What?” Handlebar turns from her to me. “How are you involved?”
“Can we discuss this another time?” Cassie gives a tight smile and walks to the bathroom, closing the door.
I almost laugh at her dropping that shit in our laps and leaving us standing here half naked together.
With her no longer in the room this whole messed up situation feels even worse.
If he is waiting for an answer, he isn’t getting one.
I grab my things and leave her bedroom, tugging everything on as I make for the front door.
“Mace.”
I pause and look back. He’s at least had the decency to cover up his fucking junk with his underwear.
“This is serious.”
“Us fucking Cassie together, or the situation King has managed to throw us into?”
It isn’t easy to forget how Handlebar dealt with Marshall and his sister and how passionate he was about the Veil Line. This has nothing to do with Cassie anymore. He doesn’t want to talk about that. Suits me, I’m still trying to get my head around why she even let that happen in the first place.
“Yeah, I know.” He’s not getting anything more from me.
Instead of waiting for the elevator, I take the stairs and head out into the sunlight. To the left of the door, I spot Handlebar’s bike. How the fuck did we miss that when we got here? Too busy wanting to get into her fucking pants.
As I get on the bike and tear out of the lot, I get angry all over again that I never even got to do that.
Fucking Handlebar.