Broken Play (10 page)

Cass let Beau lead. He hadn't needed Beau to remind him how pushy he was, how many times he'd driven people away because of it. It hadn't mattered in the past. The only person he cared about had stuck around:
Beau.
And that was because Beau usually liked it when Cass took over. But this new Beau needed to stretch his wings and Cass was going to let him if it killed him. He wasn't so sure Marian appreciated his take-charge ways. She was too independent, too feisty to put up with his brand of bullshit. So he'd change. No matter what Beau said, he had to change if he wanted to keep Marian.

Marian didn't act coy or embarrassed when he stripped her naked. Instead she wrapped her arms around Beau's neck and kissed him. Beau pulled her close, rising to his knees, his legs spread wide. When their bare chests touched, Marian moaned. It was a hell of a sight, so Cass could only imagine how it felt. Marian's breasts weren't small, and the one he could see was mashed up against Beau's pec perfectly, like an erotic picture in a magazine. She was pale and soft-looking, and Beau was tan and hard. It was a potent combination.

They broke their kiss but stayed so close their lips were still touching. Both were breathing heavily as they stared at each other. “Cass,” Marian whispered, staring at Beau. “You're too far away.”

“I'm right here,” he told her, running his hand across her shoulders. He didn't move closer. He didn't want to come between what the other two had going on.

“I don't want you to just watch today,” Marian told him, turning her head to look at him. Beau kissed her temple and it was such a tender-looking kiss, so emotional, that Cass choked up. They'd shared women before, but never like this. Never when it meant something. Marian meant something. “Please,” she said softly.

Cass slid out from under the covers and came to his knees. He was naked. He couldn't sleep with clothes on. He tossed and turned all night if he had to wear something. He slipped behind her, his cock pressed up against her ass. Beau had pulled her far enough away from the back of the bed when he'd wrapped his arms around her that Cass had no trouble fitting himself in back there.

“Oh, yeah,” Marian said in a breathy voice. “Just like that.”

It was so overwhelming having Marian pressed naked between them that Cass had to think about something else. He focused on the details instead of the big picture. He let his hands run along her sides, marveling at how soft her skin was. He examined the way they fit together, his front to her back.
Perfect.
For a few minutes, just holding her and caressing her was enough. Just coming to terms with the fact that she was here, with him and Beau, and that she wanted to be here. But he grew impatient, his worst sin, he knew. He was hungry for her, for this. He kissed her shoulder and then licked a path up to that secret spot behind her ear. He craved that spot like candy.

When he licked her there she made a happy humming sound and rested her head on his shoulder. Beau leaned away from her and Cass watched as Beau cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Beau had big hands that made her breasts look delicate. Her nipples were a dark pink, hard, begging to be sucked. Cass slid his hands up her sides and around to cup her under Beau's hands. Both Beau and Marian were breathing unsteadily as they watched.

“Okay, talk,” Cass said roughly.

“No. No talk,” Marian countered. “Just fucking. Please, Cass. I don't want to talk.” She sounded genuinely distressed. She'd misunderstood him. But her reluctance to talk about them, or about her behavior and avoidance yesterday, set off alarm bells in his head. Alarms he chose to ignore.

“Not that kind of talk, sugar,” he told her with a smile in his voice. “See, we can take this different ways. It can be soft and gentle if that's what you want. Or it can be hard and rough. Fast, slow. We'll give it to you any way you want it. But you have to tell us how you want it first.”

“Oh, God,” she said, a bit of panic in her voice. “I don't know. I don't know how I want it. Just that I do.”

“You want to be fucked by one of us, or both?” Beau asked, biting her jaw. He licked it and she moaned in what sounded like frustration. “You can suck dick and fuck if you want to do that. Lots of ways this could go down.”

Cass blew out a breath at Beau's words. Beau usually let Cass do the talking. But damn it if Cass didn't like to hear Beau talking dirty. Suck dick and fuck, indeed.

“I think Cass liked that idea,” Marian said.

“What about Marian?” Beau asked. He rubbed her nipples with his big thumbs, pressing hard enough to flatten her breasts a little. “Did she like that idea?”

“Marian wants to be fucked by both of you,” she said. Cass almost laughed out loud in delight. Beau had hit on how to get her talking. She'd get over that shyness with them, but whatever worked today.

“All right,” Cass said, because he was in total agreement with that plan. “Same time?” He wasn't sure they ought to go there right away with Marian. He'd bet money she'd never done it before. Double penetration was a bit intimidating for women. Men, too, actually.

She hesitated, and Cass could tell when she met Beau's stare. “We don't have to do that today,” Beau said with his sweetest smile. “Too much, huh? I'm happy to fuck that sweet pussy I felt yesterday, either before or after Cass. It's whatever you want, Marian.”

“Shouldn't it be whatever we all want?” she asked in confusion. “I mean, I want you guys to get something out of this too.”

At that, both Cass and Beau laughed. “Trust me, honey, it doesn't matter how we fuck, we're going to do just fine with it. Fucking is fucking for us, you know?” He peered over her shoulder and saw her frowning. “Uh-oh. What'd I say? 'Cause I know I didn't mean it the way you're taking it, or you wouldn't be frowning.”

“I guess I don't like the idea of just being a fuck,” she said, sounding a little disgruntled. “I thought that's what I wanted, you know. No strings? But I don't think I'm going to be good at that.”

“We got so many strings here, sugar, I'm surprised we can still move,” Cass told her seriously. “But we're not talking about them. Remember? When I said fucking was fucking, I meant that just being with you is enough for us, no matter how it's done. Because it's you and us, and that makes it perfect.”

Marian turned her head to stare at him, blinking a couple of times. “Who are you and what have you done with Cassidy Zielinski? You know him? Impatient guy? Not very good with words? Yells a lot?”

“Not in bed,” he whispered, then he playfully nipped her shoulder. “The only yelling I do in bed is when I come hard.”

“I want to hear that,” she said breathlessly. “I want to hear me, too. I'm not even sure if I'm a screamer.” She laughed incredulously. “Can you believe it? I know yesterday I wanted to.”

“Today you can scream as loud as you like,” Beau told her. “As many times as you like. No one to hear it but us.”

“I want to suck dick, too,” she said suddenly. “Will you let me?”

“Let you?” Beau said with that damn smile of his. “I'll beg you if you want me to, if you keep talking like that.” He shook his head. “I dreamed of the two of you talking dirty to me in those southern voices. Damn, if I don't love the way you two talk.” He slid one hand out from under Cass's and left Cass to hold her breast. “But before I start begging, I want to taste every inch of you.” He leaned down and licked her nipple and Marian gave a breathless little whimper. Cass squeezed her breast tighter, presenting that gorgeous little nipple to Beau like a treat. Beau bit it gently and then sucked it. He pulled off of it with a pop. “I want to lick your pussy and feel you come on my mouth. Then you can suck my dick right before I fuck you.”

“Damn it, Beau,” Cass growled. “You keep talking like that and I'm going to be the one who begs.”

“In that case, maybe you better suck Cass's dick while I lick your pussy,” Beau told Marian. He cupped her cheek. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” she said, turning her head and kissing the palm of his hand. Cass thought so, too.

Marian felt like she was auditioning for the role of porn star. They had her lying on the bed sideways, her head tipped a little bit over the side of the bed. Cass was standing beside the bed directly in front of her, and Beau was stretched out between her legs, his hands holding tight to her hips.

“Open up,” Beau said in a deep voice she hadn't heard from him before. Beau had a sexy voice, and she loved it. She creamed just hearing it. She opened her mouth and Cass took a step forward. She was staring at the underside of his cock. He was big, bigger than anyone she'd ever sucked before and she bit her lip, a little worried.

“Don't worry, sugar,” Cass said softly. “I'll only give you what you can take. You can just lick it if you want. That feels good, too. Honestly, just watching your mouth near my dick is pretty much working for me.”

She laughed. “Well, I'm game to give it a shot. Can't win if you never try, right?” She licked a path along the underside of his dick and he shivered. “I feel like I own you right now,” she whispered.

“You do,” he whispered back. It was the perfect thing to say.

Tentatively she took the head in her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. He was leaking pre-cum and it was salty. She sort of liked it, so she kept on sucking, running her tongue along the ridge beneath the head.

“Shit,” Cass cursed. He fell forward and rested one hand on the bed. “You're gonna kill me.”

She shook her head, then reached out with one hand and grabbed his hip, pulling him toward her. A little bit more of his cock slid into her mouth and she had to open wider. She felt the pull in her jaw, wondered how much more she could take. She wanted to see, she wanted to push her limits. She wanted to do everything with them, try everything she'd never tried before but always wanted. Always wanting, that was what her life had been before Cass and Beau.

She felt a hot breath on her slit and her breath stuttered around Cass. He cursed quietly, and she steeled herself not to start when Beau finally put his mouth on her. He began slowly, though, just a quick flick of his tongue along her labia, and she relaxed. Slowly he learned her pussy, licking each crease, each fold, dipping into her center. And as she grew more excited she sucked Cass with more enthusiasm. He ended up with both hands on the bed, supporting him, leaning so far over her he had a front-row seat to what Beau was doing. She slid herself back, deliberately sharpening the angle of her head off the bed and let Cass slip farther into her mouth. She gagged a little and he jerked back, but she dug her nails into his hip and pulled him in again, relaxing her throat.

It only took a few minutes before Beau was devouring her and Cass was fucking her mouth. She felt used, desired, desperate. She wanted to come just so she could be filled with cock and come again. She'd never let herself go like this before; never let her desires have free rein. It was liberating and exhilarating and she swallowed around Cass, sucking him, desperate to taste his cum on her tongue.

“Damn,” Cass said, out of breath. “I'm going to come, Beau. Her mouth is amazing. She's so fucking good at this.”

Marian felt the same way about what Beau was doing to her. She whimpered a little as he sucked on her clit, so close to coming it almost hurt. Beau slipped one finger inside her and she cried out. Cass resisted her hand on his hip and pulled his cock free of her mouth.

“I want to hear you,” he rasped. “I want to hear you come.”

Marian buried her hand in Beau's hair, holding his mouth on her as she bucked her hips, taking his finger deeper.

“Yes, right there,” she gasped. “Don't stop.” She arched her neck and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of Beau's mouth and tongue and fingers. It felt so good. “Beau,” she said, surprised at how she sounded, as if she were going to cry. She might. She was overwhelmed by the taste and touch of both men, by the intimacy of the moment. Cass was still leaning over her, so close to Beau and his mouth and her pussy she could practically feel his breath. Then Cass slid his hand over hers on Beau's head and she lost it. A keening cry broke free from her, and she didn't try to suppress it at all. She gave it free rein, thrusting onto Beau's finger, pressing his mouth to her as she came and came. In the middle of her orgasm one of them reached out and pinched her nipple and she screamed a little, a flash of pure pleasure spiking through her.

When it was over, she collapsed like a rag doll, breathing hard. She couldn't have moved if the room were on fire. Slowly she became aware of the two men with her, of their heavy breathing and the tension in their bodies as they surrounded her.

“I'm good,” she panted, waving her hand in the air. What it lacked in coordination it made up for in enthusiasm.

“You're better than good,” Beau said with a smile in his voice.

Cass sat down on the bed beside her. “Roll over,” he said in the voice he used to order people around. That voice that didn't tolerate disobedience. She liked that voice. She rolled over, and would have swayed if she were standing. “You had your head hanging down for a bit,” Cass told her, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Give it a minute.”

When her head felt normal again, she noticed that Cass was leaning back on his hand, turned a little to face her. His erection was very prominent in his lap, and very convenient. She scooted forward a bit and readjusted, then lowered her head and took him in her mouth again.

“Thank God we're still doing that,” Cass said in strangled voice. She grinned even though he couldn't see it. There was no embarrassment with Cass, no judgment. She could do whatever she wanted, whatever she desired, and Cass accepted it, accepted her. Beau snuggled up behind her, one arm around her waist as he kissed her shoulders and back. The thrill of having him there watching her suck Cass made her feel electric, like she could do anything. Every nerve was hyperaware of them, every sense tuned to them. Their musky scents filled her head, and pleasing them became the most important thing in the world to her. She gave herself up to it, surrendered to it. Cass had his hand tangled in her hair, directing her, while Beau's big body trapped her, and she'd never felt more alive.

When Cass came, she felt triumphant. He grabbed her hair so tightly it stung, and then he shouted her name, thrusting almost to her throat as his cum filled her mouth. It was more than she could take, and she felt it slip out of her lips and coat her chin. She swallowed what he gave her. She'd never done that before, and she liked the idea of it, of having Cass inside her like that. It was a crazy thought, but then this whole thing was crazy. Maybe she was crazy, too.

He gently tugged her off and used his thumb to wipe her chin. It wasn't enough, and he grabbed the bed sheet and began to wipe her off. “Sorry, gorgeous,” he said ruefully. She was about to reply when Beau yanked on her arm and rolled her over under him.

“No,” he said. “Let me.” He leaned down and licked her chin, and then he kissed her, hard and rough and hungry. She was caught up in his passion, her recent climax just fueling the fire they lit inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and held tight as he pushed her right up to the edge again with his kiss. He didn't just kiss with his lips, but with his whole body. He pressed against her, undulating so that it was a full-body caress, his cock a hot, heavy brand as it rubbed against her stomach.

Beau rolled twice more, making her dizzy until she laughed and had to break the kiss. She realized he'd rolled them farther up on the bed. He didn't laugh with her. His expression was hard and intense. Without warning, he simply grabbed her and dragged her until she was where he wanted her, her head at the top of the bed. His urgency burned through her, and when he came to her, she spread her legs and arms and welcomed him. At some point, probably while she'd been busy with Cass, he'd put on a condom. Trust Beau to not make her ask him to do it.

He came into her arms and when his cock entered her it seemed so natural, just another part of their embrace. He kissed her and she gasped as he thrust home, driving into her deeply. He broke the kiss and stared at her, frozen in her, his lips touching hers as he panted. She was consumed by him, his heat, his breath, his body. It was perfect. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of. “Beau,” she said unsteadily, words failing her.

“I know,” he said with wonder. Then he began to move.

Cass watched Beau fuck Marian and he'd never seen anything as gorgeous as the two of them together. They moved in perfect rhythm, their bodies complementing each other beautifully. Cass could watch these two forever. Beau buried his face in Marian's neck as his thrusts grew shorter, faster, and Marian held him there with a fist in his hair. Her eyes were closed again. He smiled. She liked to do that when she was about to come. This time she moaned loudly and dug her nails into Beau's shoulder. Her breath stuttered and she turned her head slightly to caress his hair with her cheek. Beau slammed into her with a shout, and Cass watched the muscles in his back and ass tense as he came, shaking all over.

The image of Beau licking his cum off Marian and kissing her, and the erotic thrill of watching them fuck had Cass hard again. Beau and Marian were kissing. Cass came to his knees behind Beau and leaned over him, letting his whole body press against him. Beau froze. It was the first time Cass had touched him like this, without a woman between them. Cass nuzzled Marian's cheek over Beau's shoulder. “Me,” he said simply. “Please.”

“Oh, yes,” Marian said with a smug smile. “Now you.”

“Roll over,” he whispered in Beau's ear, resisting the urge to bite or lick his earlobe. “Take her with you.”

Beau did as he was told, rolling over so that Marian lay sprawled on top of him. Cass unceremoniously grabbed her hips and hauled her up to her knees. He slid a condom on and then fucked her without preamble. He wanted to get in there as soon as possible, as if he could still feel Beau in there. Someday that's what he wanted. He wanted to fuck Marian and feel Beau's cum all around him.

Just the thought had him pounding into her, and she cried out, not in pain, but in ecstasy. She lowered her head to Beau's chest, and thrust back against Cass. She was swollen and wet inside, and Cass loved it, loved the feel of a woman who'd already been well fucked. Beau cupped his hand around Marian's head tenderly, holding her cheek pressed to his chest. His other hand rode her lower back, so close to Cass, and Cass let his hand slip up her hip until he could feel Beau's arm on the tips of his fingers. Beau stared at him and he met that stare, wishing that Beau could see everything in his head without him having to say a word. But it didn't work that way. It never worked that way. He looked away.

Suddenly Beau's hand slid along her lower back and covered Cass's hand on her hip. Cass jerked his head up to stare at him again. For one moment, he thought Beau might say something, but he looked away and his hand went back to Marian's back.

“Up,” Beau softly said to Marian. He pushed her shoulders up so that she straddled him on hands and knees. Then he reached under. Cass knew he was going to work her clit so she could come again. His hand would be so close to his dick. Cass could hardly breathe at the temptation. Marian gasped and cried out. Then it was Cass's turn to cry out in surprise as Beau's fingers made contact with his cock.

“I want to feel it,” he said, staring into Marian's eyes. “I want to feel Cass fuck you.”

“Yes,” Marian said breathlessly. “Please. If Cass wants it.”

“Yes,” was all Cass could manage to say. Then Beau's fingers spread around Marian's pussy and his cock, and suddenly Cass was fucking both of them in a weird and wonderful way.

“Oh, Cass, oh, Cass, oh, Cass,” Marian chanted in time with his thrusts. He loved to hear his name on her lips like that. Loved that she was so passionate that even after everything they'd done she was going to come again. He'd known the first time he saw her that she was the one. She was perfect. And he'd been right. She sucked in a jerky breath and then let out a long, high-pitched whimper and Cass felt her orgasm pulse around him.

“That's right, baby,” Beau whispered. “I wanted Cass to feel how good that is, when you come around a cock.”

Beau tightened his hold so that Cass was driving through the vee of his fingers, his knuckles rubbing all along his dick, and between Marian's orgasm and Beau's touch, Cass went off. He shouted Marian's name as his balls pulled up tight and his cock jerked. When he couldn't stay on his knees any longer, he pulled out and tumbled to his side next to Beau.

“That was incredible,” Marian said. She sniffed, and Cass realized she was crying.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, reaching over and wiping his finger along her cheek, catching a tear.

She shook her head where it now lay on Beau's chest again. “No,” she whispered. “You healed me.” He shared a look with Beau, words still unsaid between them. But today had been a turning point for all of them, and he knew they'd never be the same again.