15. Caroline
CHAPTER 15
Caroline
I’m not sure which one of these men is hotter—James or Cas.
They’re completely different. Cas is tall, covered in tattoos, with an intense stare that makes me shiver. James is muscular, charming, with an adorable grin and hair that is perpetually in his eyes. Being around him is easy, comfortable, whereas Cas has a bossy edge that is slightly unnerving, mostly exciting.
I’m wildly attracted to both of them for very different reasons.
The good thing is, I don’t have to choose. I get to be with both tonight.
A shiver runs up my spine as James opens the door to their building and Cas hits the button for the elevator, shooting me a sinful smile.
When they invited me to dinner, I thought it was just old and new friends spending time together over a delicious meal. Which it was. They drank two glasses of wine each, but I stuck with club soda, not wanting a repeat of the other night with my six drinks.
So I was stone cold sober when James asked me outright if I had been fucked by Grayson Ross. Then after I said no, Cas gave an emphatic, “ Good ,” and then suggested the three of us have sex together. Tonight.
I’m not easy to surprise, but even though I’ve felt a hint of sexual tension between me and James, I chalked it up to our past and that he’s grown from a very cute teen boy to a sexy as hell man. And then with Cas that night on the couch, I assumed it was the wine and my low simmering need for an orgasm that isn’t self-created.
But nope. That sexual tension was not imagined at all.
Cas just laid it all out there. They want to fuck me together. Tonight. And James backed him up on it, saying he couldn’t imagine anything sexier than watching me and Cas. So I asked all of two questions before I said yes, because I’m not sure which of these men is hotter and I don’t have to choose.
The second the elevator door closes behind us, Cas takes my hand and gently tugs me toward him. Then he pivots me toward James. “Kiss my husband, Caroline. He’s been fantasizing about your lush mouth for days.”
Cas’s hands are on my waist now, stroking through the fabric of the floral dress I borrowed from Frannie to wear to dinner. He has big hands and they’re sinking lower and lower on me, resting heavily above the curve of my ass as I stare into James’s warm brown eyes.
“Is that right?” I ask him. “Have you been thinking about kissing me?”
“Nonstop since the second I laid eyes on you again. God, you’re fucking gorgeous, Caro.” He reaches out and brushes my hair back off of my forehead, stroking his knuckles down over my cheek and across my lips.
A shiver rolls through me.
Cas has invaded my space, running his hands down over my ass before coming to rest on my hips as he shifts in behind me, easing my wavy hair to the side and leaning in to land a brief, airy kiss on my neck.
A split second later, James is lowering his lips to mine and kissing me, his hand buried in my hair.
I moan softly, rocking into the kiss.
They’re barely touching me, but the sensation of being cocooned between the hard plane of James’s muscular chest and the tall dominance of Cas is new and thrilling. James breaks off the kiss and I fall forward a little, unaware he’d been supporting my weight. I feel magnetically drawn to him, seeking another kiss, at the same time as I instinctively arch my back to allow Cas to run his hands over my ass and squeeze.
“I’ve never been with two guys before,” I murmur, meeting James’s gaze first and then glancing over my shoulder at Cas. “I’ve only had one threesome and it was a guy and another girl.”
“Then you’re in for a treat,” Cas says, bunching the fabric of my dress up and rocking my ass back against his hard length. “Two cocks are better than one, I can fucking assure you.”
“I’m starting to see the benefit of that,” I agree enthusiastically, reaching for James.
He gives me another hot, panty melting kiss before we all realize the elevator has stopped moving and the door has been open long enough that it’s closing again.
Cas sticks his foot in front of it to force it open again. “No, you don’t,” he tells the door. “We need to get in the apartment before we fuck Caroline in the hallway.”
A sudden image of James lifting my dress up and taking me against the wall has me blurting out, “Oh, God, yes,” before I can stop myself.
“Caroline, fuck ,” James grits out, pushing me backward gently. “Is your pussy wet, thinking about all the things Cas and I are going to do to you?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself,” I tell him, letting Cas take my hand and pull me hard against his chest.
They’re reversed now, Cas in front of me, James behind and Cas takes full advantage. He tips my chin up and takes my mouth in a hot, dominating kiss. He breaks away, his light gray eyes filled with lust behind his glasses. He’s staring down at me as he says, “Check her pussy, James. The lady wants you to find out for yourself.”
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.
I am an 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.
I do know 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.
“We fucking can’t have that,” he growls, pulling his finger away and dropping my dress back down. “Cas, open the door.”
“Already on it.” Cas swings the door open and rests against it. “Get your tight little ass inside, sweet Caroline.”
James gives me a little shove, even though I’m already walking through the door and I laugh softly at his eagerness.
My first question was where would Noah be tonight? They responded he is having a sleepover at James’s parents’ house. They assured me Papa and Mimi were thrilled to spend solo time with their one and only grandbaby.
“You were confident I would say yes,” I had told them at dinner as I had suggestively licked crème br?lée off of my spoon. “If you arranged for babysitting.”
“Hopeful,” James had said.
“Prepared to present our very solid case,” Cas had said, which had made me laugh.
Cas shuts the door behind us and cups my cheek. His touch is gentle, but commanding.
“I want every single inch of you,” he says. “But first, I need to see my husband bury his head in your pussy and lick you until you come with his name on your lips.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” He nips my bottom lip. “It is. Now get to the bedroom so I can spread your legs for James.”
Cas is in charge.
I glance over at James.
He knows it, and he likes it. He’s got a full erection in his pants and he’s kicking his shoes off.
I like it too, which surprises me a little. But I’m excited to experience something new.
Maybe next time I’ll push back on Cas and have a little fun with him.
Next time.
I shiver.
I already know there is going to be a next time.