Cassie shakes her head. “No. Too hot.” And her voice strains, stretches, like she’s fighting with herself. The perfume of her arousal inebriates me. I take lungfuls of it, breathing in.
Donnie leaves the end of the rope hanging from her back, and I wonder if there’s more to it. Reaching out, he brushes a hand down her face, then shoves her hair out of the way, showing off her breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, and if I wasn’t so tense, I would have said something to agree.
Cassie licks the corner of her lips, shifting her position. She looks up, gaze locking with Apollo’s, and he doesn’t waste a second. He climbs on top of the bed and kisses her, a hand holding her jaw, the other going for a breast. He flicks a hard nipple, then twists it, hard. Cassie yelps against the kiss, but she parts her knees and I gape at the slickness of her pussy.
My heart pitter-patters inside my chest. Donnie steps away from Cass, motioning for Tristan to take his place. Tristan’s motions are much more timid than Apollo’s, brushing his fingertips over her nipple, then leaning forward to kiss her ear. Apollo, on the other hand, devours her lips with hunger, twisting her nipple until Cassie moans and hisses, arching her back.
Donnie’s hand closes around my hips, and his body presses to my back. I tense in surprise, then relax, looking over my shoulder at him. He smiles, his face too close as he reaches around me to undo my pants.
“Have you fucked her already?”
I shake my head. For some reason, we haven’t. My cock twitches with the possibility as I turn to look at Cassie. Her eyelids flutter open so she can gape at me. Donnie zips me down, then fishes my cock from my pants. I twitch in his cold hand, too cold against my warm skin. My heartbeat races, my gaze locked with Cassandra.
“Really?” he breathes against my ear, shoving my pants down and stroking my cock. I release a breath, trembling with pent-up lust.
Donnie steps away, leaving me to stumble until I catch my balance. He lifts an arm, showing me the foiled package of a condom. I pick it up, every muscle in my body tense with expectation.
“I think it’s about time,” Donnie says, turning to my mate. “Dont you think, inamorata?”
She breaks the kiss with Apollo for one moment, her eyes burning me to the spot. “Hell yes.”
I cross the room to her, her body calling to me. Tristan and Apollo move away, and I dig both hands into her hair to tug her face up before I kiss her. Her lips are pure sweetness, and she moans against me as I explore her breasts, her collarbones, her neck. My wolf roars for me to bite her there already, but I hold back, and the only sound that comes off my chest is a low growl.
I break the kiss to pull my shirt out, and Donnie takes the moment to touch Cass’ shoulders. “Let me tie you up,” he says in a rough voice that denounces how hard he wants her, too.
Stepping away, I watch him lie her chest down, ass up. Donnie puts a pillow under her hips, keeping her ass up as he brings the rope closer. He presses an ankle to her ass before he ties her leg, too. I had no idea this could get any hotter, but then it does. The flame inside my chest turns into an inferno.
Both of Cassandra’s ankles tied to her upper thighs, she’s spread and ready for me. She turns her head to gaze at me, a heated, begging look on her face. Donnie steps away. From the corner of my eye, I see Tristan taking a seat and reaching into his pants to touch himself. Apollo stays there, standing like the protector he is, fisting his cock over his pants.
“Ren?” she asks, and it almost makes me burst. I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread knees.
Her pussy glistens with arousal, and I reach out to touch her lips. Cass breathes out a moan, tilting her hips up. Apollo curses. I pull back to put the condom on, then fumble with the package for too long. Cassandra whimpers, and it breaks my heart to know she’s begging for my cock.
“Here,” Donnie says, stepping closer and taking the condom from my hands. He makes quick work of the foil, blows on the condom for some reason, then positions it on the head of my cock. With quick motions, he rolls it down my length, and my balls twitch with how hot it is. He steps away like it meant nothing.
“I would help if I could,” Cass murmurs, a small smile to her lips.
Bending over her, I run a hand up her spine until I fist her hair. Gripping her hips in place, I press my cock to her entrance and slowly, so damn slowly, bury myself inside her. Her tight muscles flutter around me, and my mind goes blank.
Goddess. This feeling. It fills me to the brim, makes me choke. She feels amazing around me, her warmth seeping into me, her tightness gripping me. I sink to the hilt, then take a second to just breathe. She’s amazing. She feels so good.
“Ren!” she pleads, circling her hips. “Please, please.”
I move, pulling out, then burying myself back in. Every moan of hers guides me, leads me in, and I slowly pick up speed, following the racing beat of our hearts. Cassandra’s soft body curves beneath me, and I enter her deeper. She moans, making my body tense up. I accidentally pull on her hair, but that makes her moan louder, so I keep a hold of it.
Stroking a hand down the side of her thigh, I feel the rough material of the rope, a stark contrast to her soft skin, then grasp an ass-cheek, using it for balance. Cassandra tightens around me, and her moans become sharp, short gasps. Her hands close into fists. I watch her climb an orgasm, then shove her right out of the edge.
The feeling of her coming around me is nothing short of divine. She tightens, releases, then tightens again. I thrust into her harder, pleasure barreling down my spine, then I blow, my entire body tensing with the release. Cassandra moves out of rhythm, and I keep pounding into her until she comes a second time.
My body grows heavy, pliable. I pull out of her as my cock softens. This one was so strong I don’t think I could fuck her again this soon. I watch the tip of the condom heavy with my load, then rake my gaze up her body.
Donnie steps forward. “Tristan.” He taps the mattress in front of Cassandra. “Sit here.” While Tristan does that, Donnie turns to me. “She deserves more, doesn’t she?” I nod. “Why don’t you touch her pretty clit while she sucks Tristan?”
Cassandra moans at the idea. Donatello is a genius. He knows exactly what to do to keep her happy. I’ll have to keep a close eye on him to learn, too. Parting Cass’ knees wider, I reach between her legs and soak my fingers on her slickness before I reach for her clit. She immediately tilts her hips up again just as Tristan sits in front of her, his cock in his hand.
This night is going to be fun.
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