She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her arms around my neck, and I dove into her moth with my tongue, tasting everything.
My dick throbbed, desperate for a taste of what my mouth had already sampled.
“What are we doing?” she asked as I carried her out from behind the counter.
“Jagger and I are going to fuck you at the same time, mouse.” Vigo followed behind me, Hawk on his heels. “Why do you think Hawk stretched you so wide for us?”
“Just doing my two brothers a favor,” Hawk said. “I’m itching to be inside her pretty little mouth.”
I lay Cassie down on one of the two long, wide tables near the back of the coffee shop. They were designed for more than four people, and I positioned Cassie sideways, so that her body was stretched across the narrowest portion of the table.
“This isn’t hygienic,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll take clean-up.”
I pushed her thighs open and ran my fingers through her folds, my gaze locked on her glistening pussy. I could see better over here, the street lamps outside filtering in soft golden light that illumined the petals of her sex, the engorged seed of her clit.
I pushed her thighs back to spread her out and my dick jumped at the glimpse of her dark cave, the rosebud of her asshole.
Vigo moved into position next to me, his dick already out, while Hawk stood across from us near Cassie’s face.
He teased his dick against Cassie’s lips, his eyes dark as he watched her tongue flick out to taste his swollen head.
“You were meant for this, Cass.” I ran my dick through her folds as Vigo did the same, jockeying for position, making sure every inch of Cassie’s needy little pussy was covered by the stroke of our dicks. “Now take us all.”
40
CASSIE
Being at the shop— spread out naked on one of the tables, the Hawks about to fuck me right out in the open — should have shut me down.
This was where Coffee Shop Cassie had been born.
It was where I’d slotted into the place Bram had made for me, where I’d taken on the role he’d wanted me to occupy.
It was where I put on my best happy face, smiling for customers, pretending like there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to give them a cheerful start to their day or a sympathetic ear in the afternoon.
But instead of shutting me down, my body ran hot with lust for the three men around me.
I wanted to burn Coffee Shop Cassie to the ground. Wanted to relegate her to the ashes so the new thing I was becoming could rise, stronger and fiercer, refusing to be assigned any role by anyone.
It felt right that she should die here.
I looked at Vigo and Jagger between my thighs, spread wide by Jagger’s big hands, and wrapped my hand around Hawk’s shaft near my face.
I never stopped marveling at the silkiness of the skin stretched taut over their dicks, the way something so powerful could also be so soft.
Maybe I could be that way too.
Powerful and soft.
I moaned as Jagger and Vigo rubbed the heads of their cocks over my pussy, teasing my greedy channel, brushing over my sensitive clit.
My previous orgasm had done nothing to tamp my lust. I never stopped wanting them, never stopped wanting more of them, and I stroked Hawk’s dick while I pushed down on Jagger’s and Vigo’s cocks, eager for them to fill me.
Vigo chuckled. “We have such a hungry little mouse.”
“I fucking love that about her,” Jagger said.