26. Jagger
JAGGER
Cassie put a brave face on the day, but I knew the time we’d spent at the storage unit had been hard in more ways than one. First there was the knowledge that her parents had left something behind, that they’d made plans to preserve it in the event of their death.
And that was almost certainly why they’d paid for the storage unit in advance, why they’d appointed an ally like Daniel Feldman to watch over it: they’d known someone was onto them, had known they’d kicked a hornet’s nest that put them in danger.
So Catherine and Braden Montgomery had packed away their most prized possessions: pictures of their children, mementos from their lives together.
They’d done it knowing Bram and Cassie might someday find everything after they were gone, that their children would have to revisit childhood memories without them.
That must have been hard for Cassie to process.
And then there was the new information about Catherine’s and Braden’s investigation into the sex-trafficking ring, a plethora of leads to pursue when we’d already spent the last four months trying to unravel Imperium Fratrum.
It would have been a lot for anybody.
We’d been wiped after unloading the contents of the storage unit, and Cassie had looked more than a little shellshocked. So we’d ordered Chinese and piled onto Hawk’s California King to eat and watch a movie, trying to give Cassie a cozy distraction, if only for a while.
Now we were stretched out on the bed watching a romcom — Hawk’s choice, allegedly for Cassie, although the expression on his face said he was pretty into it — and Cassie was still on her phone next to me, researching the photos on the board from the storage unit, looking up names from the FOIA documents.
I’d stopped being surprised by the way my chest tightened when I looked at her.
I knew what it meant now. Knew how much I loved her.
My feelings had been validated at the storage unit, because looking at the pictures over her shoulder — pictures of her parents, of Bram as a little boy and Cassie as a gap-toothed little kid — I’d seen a happy family.
And for the first time in my life, I’d felt the pull of longing.
No one was more surprised than me to realize I actually wanted to watch my baby grow inside Cassie’s belly, wanted to hold a tiny little human with her shy smile and her copper hair.
None of that could happen until we put this Imperium Fratrum shit to bed — I couldn’t live with the possibility that Cassie would be a target forever — but as I watched the light from her screen flicker across her face, I spotted the feverish shine in her eyes and knew she needed a break.
I hesitated, then plucked the phone out of her hands.
“Hey!” She blinked, her eyes clouded.
“Time to put this away.” I set it on the nightstand next to Hawk’s bed.
“I was working on something,” she said.
“We know,” Vigo said. “You’re not even watching this stupid movie.”
“It’s not that stupid,” Hawk said from Cassie’s other side.
Vigo stretched at the foot of the bed. “They could have solved their fight in five minutes with a simple conversation.”
“It’s a misunderstanding,” Hawk argued. “It happens.”
“It’s bad writing,” Vigo said.
“Okay, professor,” Hawk said.
Cassie ignored them. “Can I have my phone back please?”
“No,” Hawk, Vigo, and I all said at once.
Cassie crossed her arms over her tits, a casual gesture that squeezed them together and made them look even more luscious. “I’m not a child.”
I held her hand. “No one thinks you’re a child. But it was a big day. It might be good to give yourself some space around it.”
“My parents died trying to figure out what was happening to those girls,” Cassie said. “They left that stuff behind so someone could pick up where they left off. That’s what I’m doing.”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day, mouse.” Vigo stroked Cassie’s calf. “Plus, I’m horny as fuck for you.”
“Same,” Hawk said.
Vigo scowled at him. “You had your turn.”
Hawk slipped his hand up Cassie’s shirt. “Who’s keeping score?”
“Me,” Vigo said. “I’m keeping score.”
Casie pouted. “I’m trying to be serious and you’re talking about fucking.”
“Jesus, mouse.” Vigo inched his hand up behind Cassie’s knee. “Just hearing you talk about fucking makes me want to do more fucking. With you. Obviously.”
I rolled onto my side and slid my hand between Cassie’s legs to stroke her velvety skin. “You’d rather be serious than get fucked?”
Her breath hitched as I inched my fingers closer to the hem of her boxer shorts. “Maybe.”
“You know what I think?” I asked.
“What?”
“I think you’re a fucking liar.”
Hawk cupped Cassie’s bare tit under her T-shirt while I slipped my fingers into her shorts, working my way under her underwear.
I bit down on her shoulder, tasted salt and her body wash, both of which went straight to my now-hard dick. “Let me in, mouse.”
She grudgingly relaxed her thighs and I stroked through the folds of her pussy with a chuckle. “I knew you didn’t want to be serious more than you wanted to get fucked.”
She was wet, slippery even, and my fingers slid easily through her heat.
I watched her face, watched her features slowly relax as she sank into pleasure.
Hawk lifted up her shirt to reveal her tits and pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. “Someday when I have enough self-control not to fuck your pussy I’m going to come between your tits. They’re so fucking perfect.”
He squeezed her tit and bent his head to flick his tongue against her nipple, then closed his mouth around it to suck.
She leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes with a sigh.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, pushing my fingers inside her. “Let it all go.”
I glanced at the end of the bed and saw that Vigo had his dick out and was stroking himself while he watched Hawk suck on Cassie’s tit.
“Vigo’s ready to come just looking at you,” I said. “That’s what you do to us, mouse.”
Her eyes flickered open and her gaze locked on Vigo’s dick.
She got wetter around my fingers, her cunt pulsing.
I chuckled. “She likes watching you get yourself off.”
“I’d rather get off inside her pussy,” Vigo said, “but I’ll be of assistance any way I can.”
I used my thumb to stroke Cassie’s clit and she started moving on my fingers, using her hips to work with me, pushing for more friction.
“That’s it,” I said. “I knew you’d have fun.”
“The fun is just beginning,” Hawk said, his eyes glassy as he lifted his head from Cassie’s tit.
“For sure,” I said. “But our girl is looking to come already, and I want a taste of this pussy before we fuck her.”
“Fuck yes,” Vigo said, still stroking his cock. “I’m so down to watch you eat her up.”
“We have to get her naked first.” She met my gaze as I removed my fingers from her pussy. “Looking at your luscious body is half the fun, mouse.”
Her blue-green eyes had taken on the shine of hunger, everything that had been weighing on her mind receding in the face of her desire.
Hawk pulled off her shirt, and my cock got even harder when I saw her hard, pink nipples. All traces of her pouting were gone, the work she’d been doing on her phone forgotten.
I stood up and started stripping off my sweats.
“Get her naked, will you, Vigo?”
He let go of his dick and rubbed his hands together as he knelt between her calves. “Fuck yes, I will.”
He pulled off her boxes and underwear, leaving her naked on Hawk’s bed, then stood to take off his jeans.
Hawk padded bare-assed from the room, his dick at attention, and I positioned myself between Cassie’s thighs while Vigo stretched out next to her.
“That’s better. Now I can kiss you.”
He captured her mouth in a kiss that made my own dick harder, their tongues visibly tangling, and I ran my fingers through Cassie’s glistening pussy.
“You have such a pretty fucking pussy, mouse.” She squirmed, still kissing Vigo. “So pink and wet.”
Hawk returned with a row of progressively larger purple silicone beads and a bottle of lube.
“It’s been a while,” he said, lubing up the anal beads. “Let’s warm her up.”
I liked that she didn’t break the kiss with Vigo to see what we were talking about.
What we are going to do to her.
She didn’t care. She would let us do anything to her, and while the thought of doing anything — everything — to Cassie turned me the fuck on, the real turn-on was knowing she trusted us.
Hawk handed me the beads and climbed back onto the bed to straddle Cassie’s torso.
“Better move,” he told Vigo, still kissing Cassie. “Unless you want to suck my dick too.”
“I’ll pass.” Vigo pulled reluctantly away from Cassie’s mouth and reached around Hawk’s thighs to cup one of Cassie’s tits. “I think these tits need some more attention.”
Hawk positioned his cock near Cassie’s face. “You ready to suck my dick while Jagger eats your pussy, mouse?”
She wrapped her hands around his shaft. “Yes.”
Hawk sighed as she started to stroke him, and I stretched out on my stomach between her thighs, eager to replace the view of Hawk’s ass with Cassie’s perfect pink pussy.
She moaned when I ran my tongue through her slick folds, and I took the anal beads Hawk had given me and pushed the smallest one into her ass.
And this time her moan came out strangled around Hawk’s dick, sinking into her mouth as I pushed the next bead — this one slightly bigger — into her ass after the first one.
I lapped at her pussy, covering it with my tongue, and slipped three fingers inside her cunt.
She pushed down on my face with another moan that made it clear Hawk’s dick was all the way at the back of her throat.
“Good girl,” Hawk coaxed. “You know how to take it all.”
Vigo was still playing with her tits, grinding his dick on Cassie’s thigh while Hawk fucked her mouth.
I sucked on her clit and pushed another bead into her ass.
This time she gasped with the shock of it, but instead of pulling away, she sank deeper onto my mouth, wanting more.
There were three more beads on the toy, all larger than the ones she’d taken so far.
I lifted my head from her dripping pussy. “You’re halfway there with the beads, mouse. You’re taking them so good.”
“She’s taking my cock so good too,” Hawk grunted, pushing into her mouth again. “So fucking good.”
“Hawk is fucking deep in her mouth,” Vigo said, humping Cassie’s thigh while he pinched her nipple. “You should see it.”
I looked at my fingers buried in Cassie’s pussy, her clit wet from my tongue, the beads half-in and half-out of her ass. “I’m pretty happy with my view.”
I pushed my fingers deeper inside her and made circles around her clit with my tongue as I pushed the next bead into her ass.
She groaned around Hawk’s cock and I pressed on her G-spot as I sucked on her clit, then felt a fresh rush of heat around my fingers buried in her pussy.
“We’re going to have to step it up with the beads,” I said between laps at her clit. “She’s close to coming.”
“That right, mouse?” Hawk’s hand was on Cassie’s head, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere until she finished sucking his cock. Making it clear he decided when she was finished. “You going to come on Jagger’s face while I fuck your mouth?”
She grabbed onto Hawk’s thigh with one hand, her other hand still wrapped around his shaft. “Uh-huh.”
“I can’t fucking wait to bury my cock in your mouth,” Vigo said. “Can’t wait to watch you drink me up. I just hope I make it that long because watching you take Hawk has me ready to blow."
I pushed the second to last bead inside Cassie’s ass, then heard her gasp, felt her tense up.
“It’s a lot,” I said. “But you’re such a good girl. You’re doing so well. Only one more. One more bead and then you’ll be stretched nice and wide so you can take Hawk’s cock in the ass.”
Hawk grunted, moving faster in her mouth. “And you want me to fuck you in the ass, don’t you mouse?”
“Uh-huh.”
I tasted her desire on my tongue, felt her get even more slippery, knew she’d passed the point of discomfort with the second-to-last bead.
That’s how it was, with fucking and everything else: if you got comfortable enough with discomfort, you started to crave more of it.
Started to realize you could handle anything.
And Cassie was definitely handling the beads.
She moved her hips faster on my mouth, the beads heightening her desire to come, and I pushed the final bead — the size of a ping pong ball — into her ass as I buried my face in her pussy, covering every inch of her with my tongue as my fingers stretched her pussy wide.
She cried out around Hawk’s cock as she came, spasms ripping through her body, moans coming from deep in her throat.
“Fuck yes,” Vigo said. “It’s so fucking hot watching you come on Jagger’s face while Hawk’s cock is buried in your mouth.”
I left the beads in her ass — all of them — while I licked and lapped at her clit, my fingers tunneling through her swollen channel as her orgasm consumed her, her body shuddering under my mouth and around my fingers.
When she was limp, I lifted my head from her pussy, my cock throbbing, desperate to be buried inside her.
“I thinks she’s all warmed up,” I said.
Seeing the circular pull-handle on the anal beads trailing from her ass only made me hotter. She could take everything and I was eager to give it all to her.
She gasped as Hawk dragged his cock out of her mouth. He bent to kiss her and Vigo got on his knees near her face.
“Jesus fuck,” he said. “I’m so close to coming I might lose it if the wind blows.”
Cassie’s hands were buried in Hawk’s hair as she kissed him, and I saw her hips start to move again, the kiss reigniting her desire.
My cock got harder. I was with Vigo: ready to blow.
“Let’s fucking go,” I said.
Hawk tore his mouth away from Cassie’s. “I’m going to rip those beads out of your ass. Then I’m going to replace them with my cock and fuck you until you scream.”