Chapter 21: Triple Threat
Max closed the door and strutted back into the living room. Damn! Stacey really is a cockblock. He was about to have her, but that knock ruined everything.
When Cassie came out of the bathroom, she was much more composed than before. Max, however, was still hard as a rock and wanted to bend her over and take her right there.
Running a hand through his hair, his eyes trailed her body. He watched her cheeks redden as he caught her eye.
"Stacey’s here."
"Oh." She quickly stuffed her things in her bag and turned to walk out the door.
Before she could reach the door, Max reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into him. His shaft nestled between her ass. Feeling those globes pressing against him, he couldn’t help pulling her closer.
"You don’t need to avoid me," he said, breath ghosting across her neck. "You can feel how much I want you, but I won’t force you into anything. I’m not that kind of person. I’d like to think we can be friends. So, don’t worry so much."
As he said this, his hand found its way under her skirt. He heard her breath hitch. His finger slid past the lace of her panties and dipped inside her. So wet.
The feeling reinforced the need to fuck her right now, but he held back. He stepped away from her, fingers wet with her slick, and allowed her to leave.
She scrambled away, clearly flustered.
"I’ll see you later...friend."
Max laughed after the door closed. Palming his shaft, he decided to go have a tug of war with the cyclops. Maybe multiple rounds, because he knew seeing Liliana tomorrow would only lead to blue balls.
He cursed him for high sex drive, but also thanked his lucky stars that he had the number of clients he did.
Regardless, the kitten had left the apartment, and he didn’t think he would be able to lure her back in anytime soon.
Cassie opened the door and came face to face with Stacey. Her face was still red when she stepped out. When Stacey saw her, she couldn’t help smirking.
"So, was it good?"
Her eyes drifted to the door; something flashed in her eye and disappeared before anyone could catch it.
Cassie cleared her throat.
"What are you talking about?" She completely ignored the wet feeling between her legs and dashed into the apartment.
Seeing Cassie didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t say much. She had been having her own fun. Neither of them had a claim on Max, and if Max decided he wanted to do something with Cassie, that was between the two of them.
Whatever feelings she had for Max, it was clear he wasn’t interested; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone after her friend after knowing her for less than a week.
Entering the apartment, Cassie tried to run to her room. Unfortunately, Stacey grabs her and throws her on the sofa. She isn’t wearing the trench coat she went out in. Rather, she’s wearing a maxi dress.
She straddles Cassie, breasts almost suffocating the poor girl. She puts her hands on either side of her, trapping her in place. Cassie’s wide-eyed and wondering what the hell is happening.
"Don’t look at me like that. I’m not interested in women."
"I’m not looking at you like anything. Can you get off?"
Cassie felt a bit claustrophobic. Coupled with the wetness threatening to soak her skirt, she didn’t have time to deal with Stacey.
"Nope, I think I’ll stay," Stacey grinned, pressing closer.
"Stace, come on. We just got home. At least let me take these clothes off."
Stacey quirked a brow, noticing Cassie wasn’t looking at her.
"Are you shy?"
"Shy my ass," Cassie cursed.
Stacey continued to tease her. She held her breasts, running them on Cassie’s face and laughing.
"If you don’t stop, I’ll bite you," Cassie threatened.
Stacey pretended not to hear. She pulled Cassie’s head down and let her face sink into the pillowy tits. What Stacey didn’t expect was that when she pulled back, Cassie opened her mouth and bit her on the nipple.
A strangled sound left her lips. It was somewhere between surprise and delight.
Taking advantage of Stacey’s distraction, Cassie flipped her on the sofa and ran to her room, completely missing the slightly turned-on expression on her face.
Cassie, finally safe from Stacey’s ministrations, collapsed on the bed. She thought about earlier with Max. She wasn’t drunk; she wasn’t even tipsy; she just...felt the moment was right.
From the moment she saw him in nothing but his boxers, she wanted to pounce on him. Even through her sense of despair about the shitty interview, she couldn’t stop the fluttering in her core.
She did her best to ignore it at the time, but after venting her frustrations, she saw his lips, and she kissed him.
She buried her face in her pillow and let out a scream.
She wasn’t a virgin, so she didn’t need to be acting like this. It was mainly because that man, to her, was a walking hormone. His abs, arms, that perky butt, not to mention that schlong.
Her hand found its way to her core. This was probably the wettest she had been in a long time.
She shook her head, chasing away the thoughts. What she needed to do was shower. Get rid of the dirt of the day, then she needed to go back out and do the shopping she said she would do earlier.
When she stepped out of the room, she didn’t see Stacey in the living room. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped out and headed to the shower.
Inside, the memory of earlier sprang up once again. This time, she didn’t resist the urge.
Three people, each with their own thoughts, were unified in this one thought at this one moment.
That was a great fucking orgasm
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