Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #7)(20)

Watching it play out, seeing her in the act, that perfect body, and two men obviously willing to go to extremes to be with her, turned me on. I felt things I’d never experienced before, and perhaps it was the coke, but maybe it was something deep inside me I never wanted to admit. Maybe I wasn’t the innocent woman my boyfriend claimed me to be. We were both guilty of getting involved in this. No one had held a gun to our heads.

I came, screaming out for anyone within a half mile to hear. Beneath me I felt Brant going still, holding me until he was able to grasp what had transpired. Then we sat quickly, still connected, while watching Tammy pleasure two men at once.

I was too high to care about what would happen when I saw her the next day, or if it would somehow change my relationship with Brant. All I cared about was finally feeling completely satiated.





Chapter 9


Cassie


I was losing myself, caught up in the act of sex, and the sweet sensation of being high. For several days since the hot tub encounter we’d been binging on alcohol and cocaine. When we ran out, Rocky would go and get us more. Time was irrelevant. I called out of work, and ignored my responsibilities.

Tammy had been helping us explore our sexuality. She was teaching me to let go and accept the beauty of a gentle caress, the brush of a pair of soft lips, and the euphoria that could be brought when a person was willing to try new things.

The effervescent glow of her skin left me flushed, confused, and overwhelmed. I never thought I’d partake in something so risqué, so taboo and forbidden. Her actions were practiced and seductive, her touch hot enough to ignite a flame. My eyes were open, scanning the room for Brant. This was all for him; something he’d fantasized about for as long as I’d known him. Much like every other man on the planet, Brant wanted to be with two women. I’d been against it for far too long, letting jealousy stand in the way of exploring my sexuality.

This however, was like walking a tightrope of good and bad. I knew there would be consequences for my actions. We were both aware this would change the dynamic of our relationship. We’d either be stronger than ever, or fall apart into a million irreparable pieces.

With our lives spinning in a whirlwind of disarray already, I found solace in new discovery – the feelings and thrills it gave me. His hazed over eyes were focused on her touch, while my body trembled beneath her fingers. Parts of me reacted immediately to the way her hand coursed over my *. She glanced up at me to make sure I wasn’t going to stop her. Tammy wasn’t just skilled physically. She knew exactly how to act to make her partners feel comfortable. I suppose that’s what kept them coming back. She was popular, and she had every right to be. Instead of accepting what society believed to be forbidden, she basked in the unthinkable, all the while knowing it would bring her the utmost fulfillment.

Her blonde hair slicked back in a ponytail swung around as she dipped down to kiss over my kneecap. Her slow motions were soothing. She took her time converging around my thighs, dragging her nails over the inside of them.

Naked and exposed to her tender touch, I was too stoned to admit what I was doing. This would go down in the history book of another experience I kept secret from the important people in my life. I was doing this for Brant, on the anniversary of the first time we were together. This celebratory encounter started as a promise, but had turned into something delightful.

All it took to strip down in front of her was a line of coke and her coaxing. I was denying being attracted to a woman, because I’d been taught it was wrong. I wasn’t a lesbian, but gratification was hard to come by, and she knew exactly where I needed extra attention.

She walked her fingers up my abdomen, circling both of my nipples with those long manicured nails. They began to tingle and harden as she watched. Entertained by her own actions, Tammy let out a gasp and pierced her lips together as she ducked down and kissed the skin above my *.

Brant’s eyes were fixed on what she was doing, one of his hands down his pants. He hadn’t had time to remove them, or prepare. We’d been fooling around to get a rise out of him and one thing had led to another. At first I wasn’t going to go through with it. I told him I wasn’t comfortable enough in my own skin to be around someone as open as Tammy. I felt like he’d want her instead of me.

Now, all I could think about was where her lips were about to be, and how they were going to make me feel.

Her tongue, long and stiff, slipped down brushing over my clit. My body bucked the moment she made contact with my sensitive bud. A little cry escaped my lips, and I swear I heard Brant in the corner groaning. All of a sudden he’d freed his cock and was stroking away while watching us together.

Tammy turned when she heard him. Her smile was evil, like she knew she was getting to both of us. She was in control and we were her puppets. “Is this what you want, Brant? Your girlfriend tastes so good. Mmm, I could eat her all night.”

“Fuck,” was the only thing to come out of his mouth.

She reached forward and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue circling against mine in a matched pattern. I had to close my eyes, because they were becoming too heavy to keep open. Both of her hands were once again on my thighs, her thumbs rubbing up the muscles. I was not only turned on, but could feel my natural lubrication trickling down to my ass. She drug the back of her hand up my *, spreading it around while watching and licking her lips.

Then, while glaring into my eyes, she rubbed my juices over her lips. A wicked grin filled her face as she lowered her body again, positioning herself between my legs. This was it; the moment I’d feared I’d never be able to handle. Another woman was about to eat my * and I wanted it to happen. I was crumbling into a pile of ecstasy.