40. Cassie
CASSIE
Being at the shop — spread out naked on one of the tables, the Hawks about to fuck me right out in the open — should have shut me down.
This was where Coffee Shop Cassie had been born.
It was where I’d slotted into the place Bram had made for me, where I’d taken on the role he’d wanted me to occupy.
It was where I put on my best happy face, smiling for customers, pretending like there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to give them a cheerful start to their day or a sympathetic ear in the afternoon.
But instead of shutting me down, my body ran hot with lust for the three men around me.
I wanted to burn Coffee Shop Cassie to the ground. Wanted to relegate her to the ashes so the new thing I was becoming could rise, stronger and fiercer, refusing to be assigned any role by anyone.
It felt right that she should die here.
I looked at Vigo and Jagger between my thighs, spread wide by Jagger’s big hands, and wrapped my hand around Hawk’s shaft near my face.
I never stopped marveling at the silkiness of the skin stretched taut over their dicks, the way something so powerful could also be so soft.
Maybe I could be that way too.
Powerful and soft.
I moaned as Jagger and Vigo rubbed the heads of their cocks over my pussy, teasing my greedy channel, brushing over my sensitive clit.
My previous orgasm had done nothing to tamp my lust. I never stopped wanting them, never stopped wanting more of them, and I stroked Hawk’s dick while I pushed down on Jagger’s and Vigo’s cocks, eager for them to fill me.
Vigo chuckled. “We have such a hungry little mouse.”
“I fucking love that about her,” Jagger said.
I gasped as they pushed into me at the same time, and Hawk held onto the base of his shaft and pushed against my lips.
“Open wide, Cass.”
I did and he slid to the back of my throat.
I moaned around Hawk’s dick. My pussy stung as Jagger and Vigo stretched me wide, both groaning and gasping with pleasure as they sank all the way inside me.
Hawk caressed my cheek. “I knew from the start you could take us all.”
“Jesus, take your dick out of our girl’s mouth so she can see how we fill her up,” Jagger grunted between my thighs. “Be a fucking gentleman.”
“I never claimed to be a gentleman. But you’re right, our good girl deserves to see how you fuck her.”
Hawk dragged out of my mouth and I looked between my thighs, saw Jagger’s and Vigo’s dicks disappearing into my body. They pulled out slowly, and the stretching sensation in my pussy morphed into a strange combination of relief and need.
I already wanted them back inside me.
“Please…” I gasped when they were only barely inside my entrance.
Jagger’s chuckle was dark. “We fucking love it when you beg for dick, Cass.”
“So fucking hot,” Vigo said.
They drove into me again and I watched their shafts, slick with my desire, slide back inside me.
The image sent a wave of heat through my body. My nipples got even harder and a shiver ran up my spine.
“You feel that?” Vigo asked.
“Fuck yes, I did,” Jagger said. “She just got wetter.”
“She likes to watch us fuck her,” Hawk said. “But that’s too bad because right now she’s going to suck my cock like a good fucking girl.”
He fisted the hair at the back of my head and drew my mouth toward his dick near my face.
I opened for him again, using one hand to stroke the base of his shaft while he pushed to the back of my throat, dragging out as Jagger and Vigo did the same in my cunt.
I moved my hips and mouth instinctively, moved to their rhythm as my body sought its primal need for release. I was one of them now, moving through the world — through our pleasure — like we were meant to move together.
A second orgasm was already building at the center of my body, a swell of pressure heightened by the fact that it was being occupied by the three men who also occupied my heart.
Hawk groaned. “Jesus, Cass. You take my cock so fucking good. So fucking good.”
He moved faster in my mouth, thrusting as Jagger and Vigo picked up their pace between my thighs, slamming into me at the same time.
The burning in my cunt had been replaced by pleasure that traveled to every nerve in my body, goose bumps rising on my arms and legs as they pounded into me, grunting with pleasure, gripping my thighs while Hawk fucked my mouth.
“I can’t believe how fucking tight you are with both of us inside you,” Jagger grunted. “Like a fucking glove.”
I was so close to coming, and my breath came in short gasps as I bobbed on Hawk’s dick, moving my hips at the edge of the table, pushing Jagger and Vigo deeper inside me.
Vigo gasped. “I’m fucking ready to fill this pussy up.”
Hawk pushed deeper into my mouth and I resisted the urge to gag.
“Hear that, Cass? Vigo’s ready to come. You ready to come?”
“Hmm-hmm,” I said.
“You heard her,” Hawk said. “She’s ready to come.”
“What our girl wants, our girl gets,” Vigo grunted.
He and Jagger pushed back on my thighs, lifting my ass off the table, stretching me wider, and they sank deeper inside me, bumping against my cervix as Vigo started making circles on my clit.
All I could do was moan around Hawk’s dick as the pressure built in my clit and I writhed and rocked against Vigo’s fingers, pulling Hawk to the back of my throat, taking Jagger and Vigo deeper into my pussy unit the orgasm washed over me.
My screams of pleasure were muffled by Hawk’s dick as my body shuddered around their cocks.
“Fuck,” Vigo muttered, slamming into me with the force of a jackhammer. “Fuck yes. I’m fucking coming in this hot little pussy, mouse,”
I knew from Jagger’s grunt that he was coming too, that they were filling me up, and I rocked on their dicks, something like a sob pulled from my throat from the overwhelming ecstasy spilling out of my body.
“Here it comes, Cass.” Hawk’s hot semen filled my mouth. “Swallow me up like a good fucking girl.”
I drank him down, gulping hungrily while Jagger and Vigo wrung every last tremor from my body, leaving me limp, my chest heaving.
“That’s it,” Hawk soothed, stroking my cheek as his thrusts slowed. “That’s our good girl.”
“We fucking love what you do to us, love how you take us,” Vigo said.
I opened my eyes and met their gazes, dark and hungry through the shadows.
Jagger spoke next. “But most of all we love you, Cass.”
“Which is why I better never see you without that fucking ring,” Hawk said.
“Get it, mouse?” Vigo asked. “You belong to us now.”
“And you belong to me?” Part of me didn’t believe it.
Didn’t dare believe it.
“There’s no fucking question mark at the end of that sentence.” Jagger leaned over to kiss me, his tongue writing promises my heart knew he planned to keep. “No fucking question at all.”