15. Jack
Chapter fifteen
Jack
I find it hilarious that I know exactly how to push Tom’s buttons. He can’t help but try to be in charge. Right now, I’m fucking ecstatic. Having Cass and Tom around to do with as I wish sounds like heaven.
I stumbled a little over the exclusivity stuff, but Tom helped me realise it’s not any different to how we’ve been up until now. How did that happen? I’ve spent years being closed off to the idea of steady relationships. And yet he’s wormed his way under my defences, and I’ve unwittingly been in an exclusive relationship with him for months.
I just have to make sure I keep it in my pants apart from with this pair. And I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Like Tom said—these two can keep me as busy as I need to be. So there’s no time to waste. “Here? Or do you want to head over to mine?”
“Well, actually.” Cass clears her throat as she speaks. “I’m quite keen to sample the cakes,” she says with a sly smile, and Tom, the fucker, chuckles darkly.
“A wonderful idea, Cassidy. Me too. Let’s have a cake and get our energy up first. Sit down, Jack,” he says as he reaches across for the cake box.
Hm, perhaps I didn’t think this through. Are they going to constantly gang up on me? And if they do, will I like it?
“I’ll grab a knife so we can split them,” Tom says. He hands the box to Cass and gets up, heading to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you took his side,” I tell her, faux darkly.
Her giggle is sexy as hell.
“I really like cake, Jack.” She flutters her eyelashes at me.
“And I really like your pussy. Why don’t I get a taste of that while you two eat cake?” I arch an eyebrow and my cock twitches as interest sparks in her gaze.
Bingo! Got her. I slither off the couch, crawling toward her. She sighs as I get close to the armchair she’s still sitting in. I sit back on my heels, eyeing her pretty little sundress, giving myself a moment to wonder what she’s wearing under it.
“Not waiting for cake, Jack?” Tom asks sardonically as he comes back with a knife.
“You two can have cake. I have a taste for something else,” I tell him over my shoulder as I place my hands on Cass’s ankles. I draw my hands up her legs, revelling at the silkiness of her skin. She feels so fucking soft under my fingers. I wonder if we can make this a regular thing and have each other for lunch. It’s more fun than the gym.
Cass parts her legs as my hands stroke higher. I reach the hem of her sundress and ease it up. I look up to see her pass the cake box to Tom. He holds it for her to grab a strawberry tart.
“Do you want half?” she asks him.
“Nah, baby. If that’s what you want, have it all.”
I brush the tips of my fingers in circles up her thighs while I push the hem of her dress higher. She looks down at me as she lifts the tart to her mouth and takes a bite. It’s insanely erotic to watch as her tongue peeks out to lick a crumb from her top lip. She gives a quiet moan as she tastes it. She’s watching me and I can’t help but give her an eyebrow waggle. I lean forward, brushing my lips against her knee, licking a line up her inner thigh. Her muscles clench and I use my hands to push her hemline up to her waist, opening her up to my line of sight.
She’s wearing matching lemon yellow panties and they already look damp. I moan. I can’t help myself and my mouth traces up her thigh until I reach the edge of her underwear. I hover my mouth over her and blow warm air. Her hips fidget, her breath getting louder.
I can’t see Tom in my periphery, so I assume he’s back on the couch. I angle my shoulders so that hopefully he can see what I’m doing.
“How’s the tart, baby girl?” he asks.
“It’s good,” comes her breathless reply. “Really tasty.”
I grip her hips with my hands and pull her forward. Hooking my fingers in her underwear, I tug them down and she lifts her hips so that I can pull them off.
I take in the sight of her bare pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her strip of dark hair concealing her entrance. She gasps as I push her knees wider, but I don’t look up. I’m too busy salivating and licking my lips as I look at her glorious cunt.
I give her no warning before I dive down. She squeaks as I run my tongue up her seam and find her swollen clitoris at the top. I breathe in her musky scent as I feast on her, thrusting my tongue in and out of her before focusing on her clit, licking little circles around and around. Her whimpers spur me on and I know that I won’t leave this spot until she comes all over my face. My hands are gripping her rear now, holding her in place so I can work over her with my tongue and my lips.
“Jack,” she sighs. She must have either finished her cake or abandoned it as her hands grip my head and she runs her fingers through my hair. She’s massaging my scalp with her hands while I massage her clit with my tongue. She’s trembling underneath me and I ease back a little to look up at her.
“How you doing?” I ask her with a grin. Her gaze tracks over my chin and the wetness there. Wetness from her pussy.
She gulps before she responds, “I’m really good. How are you?”
“Fucking awesome.” I reach forward and kiss her on the mouth. As I do so, I move one hand up to pet her pussy. I stroke a finger through her folds and can’t hold back my noise of satisfaction as she chases my hand with her hips.
“Feeling needy?” I ask.
“Yep,” she says, with a pop to the P . “Make me come, Jack.”
“What’s the magic word?” I ask, teasing her pussy by adding a second finger and working it in and out of her.
“Please,” she says with a growl. She looks fucking glorious, her skirt hoisted up around her waist, her pussy bare, asking me to make her come. I wish I could take a photo. I’ll be jerking off to this mental image for years.
“She’s asking nicely, Jack. Let her come.” Tom’s throaty voice sounds out from over my shoulder.
“How should I do it?” I look over to him.
“Keep doing that with your fingers. She likes that and add that naughty tongue of yours to her clit.”
“Fuck,” she gasps as I do as I’m told and keep going, not letting up until I feel her shake and quiver. I go harder and feel immensely proud when her dam bursts; her pussy rushes with wetness and I do my best to lap as much up as possible.
She’s breathing hard, her hands on my head, holding me in place. I lap up her juices and carry on. I’m rewarded a few moments later when another wave of pleasure crashes over her and her pussy gushes.
“Oh!” comes her sigh, her hands falling away from my head. I ease back, looking up. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and she looks completely spent. I can’t help the smugness that rolls over me. It feels incredible to make Cassidy come. She’s so responsive to both me and Tom. I know that I won’t get bored of finding all the ways I can make her come.
My cock is rock hard. I’d put all thoughts of my own pleasure to one side to focus on Cass, but it’s throbbing painfully now. I fidget a little and bring a hand down to give it a squeeze through my slacks.
I hear Tom’s chuckle behind me. He bends closer and whispers, “I know how you feel. I’m rock fucking hard. I love watching her come. I love watching you worship her pussy.”
“Hmm.” I can only groan my reply as his words heat my blood. I watch as Cass blinks her eyes open and a wide grin spreads across her lips.
“Thank you, Jack,” she says softly. “That was incredible. Next time, we might need to put a towel down.”
I chuckle.
She’s still sat sprawled with her legs wide apart—completely content—and it’s a really good look on her.
“Now what?” she asks, looking between me and Tom.
“Up to you, Mac,” Tom responds. “You ready for a nap?” he asks in a smoky tone.
“Definitely, but let’s sort you guys out first.” She pulls her legs closed and pushes herself up from the armchair.
“Fuck, you look good on your knees at my feet, Jack.” She skims her hand over my jaw.
“Anytime, doll.” She holds out a hand which I grip with mine, pulling myself up to standing.
“Let’s go through to my room.” She leads me towards her bedroom. I look back to see Tom closing the cake box and draping a tea towel over the food platter before he follows behind. He can’t help himself. But I guess we might be hungry after and ready for more.
We get to Cass’ room and I look around. She has a double bed with a bright patterned duvet cover. Her bed isn’t as big as mine, but I’m sure we’ll be happy to be close.
Cassidy stands in front of me and holds both my hands in hers. She rises up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my lips. I hope she can taste her delicious sweetness all over my mouth. I reach around to cup her rump in my hands, holding her so we can continue kissing. I jolt when Tom presses into me from behind, his rock hard cock obvious.
“Let me taste her,” he whispers before he crashes his lips on mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t help but groan at the intrusion. Cass eases my hands off her backside and I feel bereft without her at my front. Tom steps away too, pulling away from our kiss. I pout at the loss of both of them. But then Tom steps around me and stands beside Cass.
Tom gives her a saucy wink before Cass grabs some cushions from the bed. She throws them down on the floor by my feet before she kneels on one.
“How do you like it when we reverse the roles, Jack?” she asks me with a brow raised.
“It’s not bad.” I’m pretty sure my tongue falls out my mouth when Tom kneels alongside her.
Cassidy unbuckles my belt and unzips my slacks. Am I in fucking heaven right now? Hopefully, I’m about to be. I kicked my shoes off when I arrived, so she makes short work of sliding my trousers off.
“Shirt off,” she orders.
I unbutton a couple of buttons and then rip it over my head and throw it behind me. My eyes look across to Tom beside her, taking his own shirt off. He’s still wearing the denim shorts which are going to make access hard. Cass must have the same thought because she works on undoing them next and sliding them down his legs. She gasps as his cock springs free due to his lack of underwear.
He knew he was going to get some.
He chuckles low at Cassidy’s pleasant surprise. After easing his shorts off, he reaches over to pull Cassidy’s dress over her head. Next, he unfastens her bra, trailing the straps down her arms. They are both naked now. I’m still standing here in my boxers, which are doing very little to hide my enthusiasm for these sexy lunchtime events.
Tom leans forwards and breathes warm air on my cock through the boxers. It’s the same move I did on Cass earlier, and she smiles in approval as my cock twitches at the warm sensation. I leave my hands at my sides, eager for someone to start sucking on my cock, but equally keen to watch how this plays out. Had they planned this together when they spoke last night? Or are we all just making this up as we go along?