Standing next to the foot of the bed, I watch Ren kissing her lips, his hands on her hair, his tongue exploring her mouth. Cassandra moans into the kiss, the way she moaned against me, moving her body against his, pleading. Shouldn't I feel jealous? Shouldn't I hate Ren, and want to prove I'm a better lover than he is?
I peer down at my pants. My hard cock creates an undeniable volume, just from hearing Cassandra's soft mewls. I swallow hard, trying to dislodge the knot in my throat. Whatever I should feel, I don't care. I just want her body against mine again, and hear her coming apart in my arms.
Sitting on the bed, I lower my head to smell her hair, then press my lips to her shoulder. Cassandra sighs, breaking the kiss with Ren to look at me. Her eyes are pure flame, burning with desire as she reaches behind my head, gripping my hair and bringing her mouth to mine.
Kissing her is addictive, sweet and potent. Cassandra licks at the seam of my lips and I open them for her, moving my tongue in time, following the rhythm, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. She presses her back to my chest, and I grip her waist, keeping her close, so close our scents mix.
She moans against me, and I open my eyes to catch Ren nibbling on her collarbones, both hands around her breasts. He toys with her nipples, willing them hard against her shirt, and I'm dying to have her naked on this bed. My penis forces against my pants, and Cassandra seems to read my feelings. She reaches between us and tugs on my waistband, allowing it to spring free.
She wraps her nimble fingers around my length, tugging on me, willing me to grow even harder. Every tiny moan of her shoots straight to my center, igniting my blood, making me want more, need more of her.
Ren pulls back, getting to his feet. Cassandra breaks the kiss to follow his movements. "Where are you going?" she asks, her fingers still buried in my hair.
He grips a chair from the corner of the room and drags it closer to us. Ren sits down, facing us with a smile as he tugs his pants down. His hard member stands proud, and he encloses it with his hand. I look away, self-aware and ashamed.
"I’d like to watch, Cass," he says in a soft voice.
She licks the corner of her lip. “You going to stroke your cock while you do that?”
Ren grins. "Do you mind?"
I think the question is directed at Cassandra, but she turns to look at me, lifting her brows. "What do you say, Tristan?"
My heart races in my chest. It's so seldom I have an option. So rare I get to choose what I want. "You don't mind?"
She whirls around to face, and a hand of her comes up to cradle my face. "No. I actually like the idea. But I wouldn't want to do something you're uncomfortable with."
I swallow, studying her eyes, then I shoot a glance at Ren. He waits, hand poised around his cock, unmoving. Warmth spreads through my body, starting in my chest. These people respect me. They want to know what I'm comfortable with. What I like. That's new and strange, and... And amazing.
Another swallow. And I nod. "Alright."
Cassandra ends the space between us immediately. She kisses me, her delicious lips sliding over, her tongue teasing me, her body pressing against mine. A hand of mine in her hair, the other cupping a breast, I forget where we are. I forget Ren's watching, and that the fae is targeting us. Everything becomes unimportant when her body is against mine.
She gets to her feet and strips off her shirt, then her bra. Next come her pants and panties, and she does everything in swift, uncaring motions, revealing her beautiful body to people she's comfortable with. Then she takes my hands and guides me to lie down, and she straddles me while facing Ren.
"Gods," Ren curses, and I agree wholeheartedly.
Cassandra straddling me is the most beautiful sight of my life. Her perfect body on show, tits bouncing to her movements, her pretty pussy so close to me. My fingers itch and curl, and I grip at her hips, dying to feel her.
She leans forward, fishing my cock from my pants and pressing it to her core. "Cass," I try to warn her she might not be wet enough, she might hurt herself.
She merely smiles. "Leave it to me," she says, sticking two fingers between her lips and sucking at them. I frown, waiting, then she presses her slick fingertips to her clit and rubs it.
Gods. Gods, gods, just like that, I'm two seconds away from blowing on her. A hand braced on my chest, her hips poised over me, she teases herself until her breath escapes in pants. I hear Ren's pumping sounds, and Cassandra's eyes rise to meet him, then she slowly, so slowly it's torturous, sheathes herself with me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. The pleasure shoots all over and I grip her hard because I need someone to ground me. Ren's pumping sounds don't help. The entire thing is explicit, erotic, and I never knew I would enjoy sharing her with anyone.
Cassandra rolls her hips, accommodating my size within her walls. Her eyes are still on Ren when she starts to move. Up and down, she bounces on my lap with desire on her face. Leaning down, she kisses me, then she sits back up, sitting on her haunches to expose the entirety of her glorious body. She cups her breasts, circling her hips over me, and then my testicles are twitching and I don't think I can take long.
"Gods," I choke out, slamming my eyes shut, fully aware I should last longer for her sake.
She meets my gaze, grinning with pride. "That good?" she purrs, the bracelets on her wrists clinking with every bounce. "Is it good, Tristan?"
"So good. You feel so good."
Her lips half-parted, she watches me as she picks up her speed. "Are you about to come?" She pinches her nipples between her fingers, twisting them in a way that looks painful. Cassandra doesn't wince in pain, though, her head dropping sideways over her shoulder, a look of pure bliss crossing her features. "Are you going to come inside me?"
Ren curses. The sounds of his pumping grow faster. My testicles tighten.