Chapter 6 Tyler
Iknew she was trouble.
I fucking love it.
As soon as those three words leave her, I take her hand and pull her toward me, my free hand cupping her cheek just as our lips meet.
Cassidy lightly gasps into my mouth in surprise, but she recovers quickly and lifts up on her toes to kiss me harder.
She tastes sweet and bold like the cocktails that she’s probably had today, deepening my hunger for her.
My hand leaves her cheek as Marcus steps up behind her to kiss her neck. I slide my hand over her breast instead, feeling her automatically lean into my touch. I love how needy she is.
I just need to hear her beg.
“I knew you’d choose right, sweetheart,” I whisper to her, my thumb tracing circles above where her nipple is.
Her next exhale comes out shakily, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as Marcus gently sucks on her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark but not soft enough for her to not feel anything.
“Door,” Jackson says before the elevator dings.
Marcus and I step away from Cassidy just before the doors slide open on our floor.
Jackson takes Cassidy’s hand and heads out of the elevator, leading us all to our shared suite at the far left end of the hallway. He whips his key card out of his pocket and presses it against the sensor, making it glow green as the door unlocks.
Marcus and I don’t even make it inside before Jackson has Cassidy pushed against the wall next to the door.
His lips capture hers in a heated kiss as his hands push her dress up, exposing the lacy, red panties that she has on underneath.
“Fuck, red looks good on you,” Marcus breathes out.
Jackson slots his thigh between hers, the pressure coaxing a moan from her that’s the most delicious sound that I’ve ever heard. He fists her dress in one hand, the other resting on the base of her throat as his tongue enters her mouth.
Cassidy grabs at his black t-shirt, nearly clawing at the material to pull him closer to her.
“Greedy, isn’t he?” I comment to Marcus.
Jackson breaks the kiss to look over his shoulder at us, eyes dark and hungry. “I guess I can share.”
“That’ll be easier to do in a bed,” Marcus replies before stepping back from Jackson to pick Cassidy up, carrying her bridal style to his king-sized bed. He lays her down on the mattress before turning her over onto her stomach. “Hands and knees.”
Cassidy pushes herself up into position in an instant, excitement lighting up her eyes.
“Let’s get this dress off,” Marcus says after unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side. He kneels behind her and finds the zipper of her dress, pulling it all the way down until the fabric is loose around her body. He slips it off, her panties soon following.
I tug off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, drinking in the sight of her bare figure and how incredible every inch of her looks. Even better than every fantasy that has passed through my mind.
I don’t get art as well as she and Marcus do, but she’s a damn work of art.
Jackson remains standing next to the bed, quietly watching as he undresses.
Once I kick off my pants and briefs, I get onto the bed in front of her, my hand slowly working up and down my hardening cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Damn. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Cassidy smiles up at me. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
I lean down and press a lingering kiss against her lips. “I want to see what these lips can do.”
Cassidy teasingly grazes my bottom lip with her teeth. “Come closer then.”
My cock aches as I move to stand in front of her, my hand still working the base. I step closer until her lips can wrap around the head, a wave of pleasure immediately washing over me.
“Oh, fuck.”
Cassidy hums around me, the vibrations stealing the breath from my lungs. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Marcus kisses her lower back as his hand disappears between her thighs, coaxing a moan from her that I feel every second of.
“Whatever you’re doing, keep doing,” I tell him as I run my fingers through her hair, pulling the long strands back from her face as she starts to bob her head.
“She feels so good,” Marcus groans as he thrusts his fingers into her. “She’s soaked.”
“She was last night at the speakeasy,” Jackson comments as his hand disappears into his briefs. “I knew she was turned on.”
I peer down at her as she takes another inch of my cock in her mouth. “Is that true? Were you thinking of us doing this to you last night?”
Cassidy holds my gaze as her lips slide up and down my length. Freckles look so damn good on flushed cheeks. She hums her answer.
Marcus moves his hands to her hips, holding her steady as he sinks his cock inside of her.
She nearly chokes on me, her eyes widening as she takes every inch of him too.
“Good girl,” Marcus praises her as he rubs her hip to comfort her. “You took me so well. Think you can handle more?”
“Mhm,” she moans around me, mouth full.
I flash Marcus a grin. “Now, she’s the one being greedy.”
“I definitely don’t mind,” Marcus replies before pulling out and thrusting back in.
I tighten my grip on her hair, slightly rocking my hips to push my cock deeper. The pleasure is ramping up more and more by the second, building within me to the point of explosion.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so good at this,” I breathe out as I watch my cock slide past her lips.
“Fuck,” Jackson murmurs, stroking himself to the sight.
It must be one hell of a show.
Marcus nudges her legs farther apart with his knees, adjusting the angle of her hips so that he can drive into her harder and deeper. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? Harder?”
Cassidy whimpers, her eyes starting to glisten as I push in farther. She accepts every inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard.
The room feels like it’s a hundred degrees, my skin hot from pleasure. The tension doubles at breakneck speed, the edge approaching, but this isn’t where I want to finish.
“Fuck, Cass,” I groan before pulling her off my cock.
Cassidy starts to whine in protest, but she cries out instead when Marcus snaps his hips. Over and over. Her arms give out, her top half slumping to the mattress as waves of pleasure shudder through her entire body.
“That’s it,” Jackson praises her. “I think she deserved that. Right, guys?”
“She deserves them all night long,” I say, breathing heavily as my cock pulses, desperate for release.
Marcus buries himself inside of her as he comes, his head dropping as his energy drains away. He manages to kiss the spot between her shoulders before falling to the side, completely spent.
I lay down in front of Cassidy and take hold of her arms, helping her crawl on top of me. “Good, baby?”
Cassidy nods, looking elated and dazed. She straddles me and lowers herself down on my cock with a broken moan.
She sounds as beautiful as she looks right now. She’s a walking fantasy.
How the hell was I ever supposed to resist her?
I drop my head back for a moment, knowing I won’t last. Her mouth is incredible, but this is on a whole other level. This will fucking wreck me.
I grab her wrists and hold them at her sides as I thrust up into her, going hard and deep. She doesn’t have to do any more work.
“Ty,” she whimpers, ecstasy filling her voice. “That feels so good.”
I tighten my grip, keeping her still as I hit that angle that makes every muscle in her body tense in bliss. Her walls clamp down on me, and I finish so hard that I see stars.
“Holy shit.”
My thrusts slow to a stop, my heart slamming against my ribcage.
“My turn,” Jackson says, appearing behind her.
Cassidy gasps as he lifts her off me and lays her down on her back on the only empty spot on the mattress. She wraps her arms around his neck as he hovers over her, a weak moan leaving her as he fills her. “Jax…”
“I’ve got you, angel,” Jackson promises her as he starts slowly, rocking in and out. “You’re going to come with me.”
Cassidy nods, her fingers sliding up into his hair. “Please.”
Jackson drives into her harder, one hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit. “I love hearing you beg. Again.”
She curls her fingers in his hair. “Please, Jax.”
Jackson moves faster like he’s desperate to tumble over the edge with her. “Please what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” she begs. “Please let me.”
Jackson groans, his fingertips still working circles against her clit. “I can feel you squeezing me. Come on, angel. Come for me.”
Cassidy’s breath hitches before she cries out, shaking beneath him as her orgasm claims her once again.
He comes soon after, his face pressing against her neck as she hugs him to her.
I breathe more steadily as I watch the scene come to a close, my head spinning a little. We just fucking did that.
Part of me can’t believe it. Am I dreaming or something?
“You okay, Cass?” Marcus asks her.
“More than okay,” Cassidy murmurs, eyes hazy with bliss. “Way more than okay.”
Jackson presses a light kiss against her forehead. “I think we need to clean up. Sorry, Marc, your bed is a mess.”
“Worth it,” Marcus replies, coaxing laughter across the mattress as we all lay there, scattered and hovering in the space between exhausted and wired.
I want to do that again. Over and over.
But is she ready to bolt on us?
“Let’s clean up. Will you stay at least a little while longer, Cass?” I ask her, hope seeping into my voice.
The night still feels so young, and the moment she walks out of here will be the moment reality crashes through that door.
I’m not ready for that yet, and I don’t think anyone else here is either.
“I’ll stay. I just really need a shower.”
“Good thing we have a huge walk-in shower,” Jackson replies before pulling her into his arms and carrying her toward the largest bathroom in the suite.
I glance over at Marcus as we make our way off the bed. “That actually happened.”
He nods, speaking the words that we’re all probably thinking right now.
“Holy shit.”