His and Hers and Hers (4 page)

The softness of Ky’s voice and the tenderness in her expression made Cassie’s throat ache. As she gazed into Kyla’s beautiful face, Cassie’s nipples prickled and bunched into hard knots. She was so close now. If only she had the courage to follow her heart.

Without stopping to think, she lifted both hands to Kyla’s face and placed her lips softly on that lovely full mouth. Ky’s lips were just as soft and delicious as she imagined.

When she pulled back, Kyla gave her a baffled smile, her expression asking
What just happened?
Then she touched her tongue to her lips, as though tasting a new flavor of ice cream and trying to decide if she liked it.

Jordan stared at them. He’d picked up her phone from the floor and held it in his hand. All three of them were frozen.

Kyla broke the spell. She closed the gap between them and hungrily returned the kiss. It was soft, sensuous but insistent. Like Kyla. She used her tongue to tickle Cassie’s lips, urging them to open. Cassie flung her arms around Kyla, crushing her close, pressing their fronts together.
This is how she kisses Jordan
. Her pussy flooded.

Their tongues played, sometimes sliding together sinuously, sometimes dueling teasingly. Cassie could have gone on forever, but Kyla broke off the kiss, just as she’d initiated it. She pushed her hair back, licked her lips, and at looked at Jordan. “You good?”

He was as motionless as the Tin Man when Dorothy found him. “Wow,” was all he could say.

“You okay with this, babe?” Kyla focused on her man. She wouldn’t go on without his consent. A barb of jealousy pricked Cassie. No, it wasn’t jealousy. It was loneliness, knowing they came first with each other and she was only the add-on.

They waited, the room so quiet that Cassie heard him swallow. “Yeah.” Jordan’s voice was something between a purr and a growl. “Hell, yeah. You girls knock yourselves out.”

That was all Kyla needed to hear. She turned back to Cassie, her mouth as greedy as a child who’d been denied dessert for a week.

Cassie thought that she’d be the one in the lead, but Kyla took charge. Pressing against Cassie, Ky backed her up to an armchair. Cassie fell into it, her body boneless, her head spinning. Kyla tore off the lacy blouse, and it fluttered to the floor. Just as Ky was about to rip off her own top, Cassie found her bearings. She lifted her hands and brushed Kyla’s arms aside. “Let me.”

Kyla wore a cotton button-down shirt that looked like one of Jordan’s. She must have grabbed the first thing she could in her rush to get over here. Cassie was touched. As she slowly unbuttoned Kyla’s shirt, she let her fingers brush Kyla’s warm skin and teased her.

She sighed as she pushed the shirt off Kyla’s shoulders. Ky wore no bra, and her heavy breasts sported pointy, dark nipples. When Cassie whisked her fingers against them, Kyla and Jordan both gasped. She glanced at him, seated on the sofa, her cell phone still in his hand. Though his posture was relaxed, his gaze was focused and intense, hot with lust. Cassie wished he were closer, so she could reach out and stroke the hard bulge distending the front of his jeans. She’d kiss Kyla’s breasts at the same time, showing them both how much she cared.

Maybe another time. Right now, Kyla needed attention. Cassie spread her legs and urged Ky between them. Leaning forward, she grasped her friend’s full breasts and lifted them, taking one nipple into her mouth and flicking the other with her thumb.

Kyla’s head fell back. She moved her hands to cradle Cassie’s head as Cassie sucked one nipple, then the other. Cassie kissed between her breasts, then down to her belly button, then to the waistband of her jeans.

She tugged the jeans a bit and looked up at Kyla. “Take these off?”

Kyla smiled down, fire in her eyes. Her gaze then bounced to Jordan, who now stroked the bulging placket of his jeans. “We still good?” she asked.

His face was flushed, his eyelids heavy. He nodded his okay.

Ky’s lips curled mischievously. She unzipped her low-riders, wiggled her hips, and shimmied. The jeans slid down her thighs and puddled around her calves. Cassie held back a snort of laughter even while a bolt of heat zinged through her, aiming straight for her pussy. Kyla wore no panties.

“Commando, Ky? Really?”

“Hey, we were in a hurry. If I’d known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have bothered dressing at all.”

They’d rushed here because of her. Cassie’s gratitude was mingled with sorrow that she’d frightened them. “Thank you.” She caressed Kyla’s generous hips, her creamy thighs. Pressed a kiss to the crease where her thigh met the dark triangle of crinkly curls. She breathed deeply of Ky’s musky scent.

Jordan’s voice, deep and thick, penetrated her heavy fog of desire. “I’m not wearing underwear either. Can I get a kiss like that too?”

Cassie almost came at the thought. She wanted to kiss them both, pleasure them. Making love to Kyla as Jordan watched was not just a “show” meant to get him hot and horny. It was a way to include him, so no one felt left out.

“You just wait your turn, babe,” Kyla told him. “You’ll get yours. Don’t worry. But first”—she turned to Cassie—”you’re gonna get yours.”

Ky kicked off her jeans and went down on her knees between Cassie’s spread thighs. She tugged at the ass-grabbing skirt that her friend still had on. “You take
this
off.”

Cassie lifted her butt, trying to reach the zipper. “Ow. I can’t. It’s stuck or something.”

Kyla was not about to let that keep her from her purpose. “Never mind.” Instead of pulling the skirt off, she pushed it up, with Cassie’s help, until the little black thong was revealed.

“Cute,” Kyla said. “Where’d you get it?”

Cassie couldn’t answer. All she could do was bite her lip and squeak as Kyla whisked her finger over the tiny cloth panel.

“I should get one too. Then we’d be twins.” She grinned at Jordan. “Remember what you said, babe? About the two of us in some little-bitty panties?”

Jordan had said that? He groaned and Cassie came as Kyla flicked her fingers once more over her hard cloth-covered clit. Her pussy spasmed, and she clenched her teeth as the room reeled.

Kyla watched Cassie climax. “Wow,” she marveled moments later. “So quick. Oh, honey, that one snuck up on you. You hardly had time to enjoy it.” She rubbed Cassie’s thigh soothingly.

“S’okay.” Cassie lay limply in the chair.

“No. Let’s see if you can go again. All right?” Kyla didn’t wait for a response. She hooked her fingers in the scrap of black satin and worked it down. “There you go.” She tossed the thong to Jordan, who caught it and lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Cassie moaned as she watched him, her head lolling back on the chair.

Ky brushed Cassie’s slit, dipped into the slippery wetness of her pussy. Her fingers were slick now as she circled her friend’s clit. “How does that feel, Cass?” Kyla’s voice was almost drowned out by the drumming of Cassie’s heart. “Is that good?”

“Ahh…yess…” She gripped the armchair’s worn upholstery. Kyla stroked and played with her clit. When she gave it a gentle tug, Cassie’s orgasm exploded.

Chapter Four

Cassie felt as though she’d turned to jelly and melted into the chair. She couldn’t move. Her eyelids flickered as footsteps sounded, and she looked up to see Jordan standing above her. He stared down at her, his features tight, then turned to Kyla. He lifted her hand, still wet with Cassie’s honey, and brought it to his mouth. He sucked the juices off her fingers, then bent and kissed his lover possessively, openmouthed.

Cassie watched them, barely breathing, envious of their closeness. Her chest burned, but the burning subsided when Jordan turned and kissed her just as hungrily as he’d kissed Ky.

She tasted herself in the kiss, along with traces of Kyla. His fingers knotted in her hair as his tongue swept her mouth. When he pulled away she was gasping.

As strength returned to her limbs, she slipped to the floor on her knees. Jordan knelt as well, and it was the three of them. Cassie urged Kyla to lie on the area rug, one arm folded behind her head. Still tingling from her orgasms, she wanted to express her gratitude by returning the favor.

“Lie back,” she murmured, peppering Ky’s rounded thighs with kisses. “It’s okay. I’ve done this before.”

Jordan growled, turned on by that tidbit, while Kyla’s lips curved in a dreamy smile. Cassie pressed tiny kisses to Kyla’s thighs, slowly moving up to their juncture. Gently she coaxed them apart.

“Open.”

When Kyla complied Cassie breathed deeply of her musky, tangy scent. Jordan had moved behind Cassie, palming her ass, then moving his hands up to toy with her breasts, stroking and squeezing them through the satin of her bra. He dropped a hot kiss on her shoulder and unhooked her bra. As it slid down her arms, she heard him ask, “You got any rubbers, honey?”

It took a moment for her brain, cloudy with lust, to decode the question. Right. Rubbers. He and Kyla had been together so long, they doubtless had the birth-control issue worked out and dispensed with condoms long ago. But now there was someone new to think about…

“Check my bedroom. The nightstand.” Though she’d be surprised if the package was even open. She mourned the loss of Jordan’s heat and hardness as he got up and left for the bedroom. But her sweet Kyla needed attention, and Cassie gave it her all. She nuzzled Ky’s pussy and slowly drew her tongue along the tender lips of her sex. Kyla sighed and opened her legs wider in invitation. Cassie tickled her plump clit with the tip of her tongue. Kyla jerked.

“You like that, baby?” She used Jordan’s pet name for her. Part of Kyla belonged to her now too.

“Feels amazing.” Kyla’s free hand found Cassie’s head, stroked her hair. “Don’t stop.”

Cass playfully nipped her inner thigh, and Kyla shrieked in surprise. She again got busy, licking and sucking, using all the tricks she knew to make Kyla feel good.

Jordan returned, shirtless, and groaned as he stopped to watch Cassie eating Kyla’s pussy. “That’s a sight to behold.”

Cassie was too busy to answer, so Kyla spoke up, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t just stand there, babe. Come join the party.”

“With pleasure.” Making short work of his shoes and jeans, he snugged behind Cassie again and licked the back of her neck. “Found what I was looking for. And a few other fun things as well.”

Cassie’s pulse jumped from the wetness of his tongue, the heat of his breath in her ear, and the naughty promise in his voice.

He admired Kyla’s pussy over Cassie’s shoulder. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?” He pinched Cassie’s nipple.

“Ahh. Oh, yes.” White heat streaked through Cassie.

“How about it, baby? Does Cassie eat your pussy better than I do?”

Kyla’s face was flushed, her hair mussed. She rolled her head back and forth on the carpet and laughed softly. “I’m not sure. She’s good, though. Let’s have a contest. You both take turns.“

He chuckled at her naughty suggestion. “Another time. Right now I want to watch Cassie get you off.”

She gave it her best effort but was distracted by the way Jordan moved his fingers along her slit, gathering more of her honey. She widened her thighs to give him better access, then jolted when he slipped a finger into her. “Oh!” He withdrew, then thrust two fingers inside, slick with more than just her juices.

“That feel good?” He pumped a few times, and she moaned. The stuff was heating up. The warming lube she’d picked up on a whim and never had a chance to use.

“Oohhh…” Cassie pressed her forehead to Kyla’s soft thigh.

Kyla moaned. “Hey, you guys, no fair. Don’t leave me hanging here.”

Jordan gave Cassie’s ass a smack. “You heard her. Get busy, honey. We gotta make our baby come.” He aligned his hips to Cassie’s and thrust his cock into her. “Go down on her. That’s it. Make her come hard.”

Again her lips and tongue softly teased and explored Kyla, all the while Jordan pumped inside her rhythmically. Needles of longing prickled Cassie’s skin, signaling the approach of orgasm. Heat shimmered through her, and desperate to make her new lover climax, she framed Kyla’s clit in a sucking kiss. Ky groaned and arched. Cassie stiffened as Jordan gave one more measured thrust, and sparks crackled through her as she came.

Jordan held her hips and carefully withdrew, still hard. He gently released Cassie, and she rolled to her side with a soft sigh. He tore off the condom and knee-walked between Kyla’s still-splayed thighs. Her eyes were closed. A satisfied smile played on her lips.

He nudged her with his stiff cock. “You ready for me, baby?”

Kyla’s eyes fluttered open, and her smile became a naughty grin. She lifted her arms and clasped her legs around his waist. “You bet I am, babe.”

He gave her a look hot with lust and tender with love. Cassie’s throat constricted as she watched them together. They weren’t merely fucking. Though their sex was wild and noisy and sweaty, there was nothing dirty about it.

She wanted to be part of it. As Jordan hammered into Kyla, Cassie stroked his back with one hand and rubbed Ky’s thigh with the other. She was touching them both when they came.

* * * *

It was still dark when Jordan’s wrist alarm beeped. He groaned and turned it off. Time to get up. He rolled to his side, bumping against Kyla. He smiled, his eyes still closed, as his baby snuggled next to him. He swept his hand along her naked hip. It was their custom to cuddle for a few moments before one or the other of them got up mornings.

When he opened his eyes, he was momentarily dizzy with confusion. This wasn’t their bedroom. Then it flashed on him—they were at Cassie’s place. The three of them spent the night here in her bed.

Before he had much chance to ponder all they’d done, Kyla murmured quietly and reached for him. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Hey, babe. You gotta go?” she asked. Even with sleepy eyes and mussed hair, she looked good enough to eat.

“Yeah. Dad wants us all to get an early start.” He was meeting his father and four brothers for a hike along Mather’s Trail, a twelve-mile trek. It was a yearly family tradition to celebrate his father’s birthday.