How Cassie Got Her Grind Back [Divine Creek Ranch 23] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “Take it slow, love. No need to hurry, okay?” His hands sliding up and down her back and her ribcage were warm and comforting. “Come ’ere.” His thick arms slid around her, wrapping her in his strength and protection. More than willing, she leaned against him, soaking in his body heat. “You feel so good against me.”

  His heart pounded in her ear as she rose up a little on her knees and gently stroked up and down on the hot length of his cock, positioning him at her entrance. She flexed her hips, savoring the thickness and heat of him, anticipating the first thrust of his entry. His chest rumbled as she circled her hips, the lips of her pussy caressing his hardness with slick, teasing strokes. He moved against her but never pushed to enter, allowing her to set the pace, which made her even bolder. She teased him, sliding up and down his length but tilting her hips when he flexed, denying him entrance but coating him in her juices.

  He slid his hands down her spine to her derriere and grabbed on to both cheeks, growling a warning, perhaps becoming impatient. Pulling back enough to look into his eyes, she kissed him as she finally lined her opening up with the blunt head of his cock and arched enough to slide down on him a bit.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he ground out as he tilted his head against hers. “So hot and wet, baby.”

  Hot tingles raced through her body as her cunt stretched with his first thrust until she had to ease back a little. “You’re so big.”

  “Go slow, Cassie.”

  “I want it all,” she whispered, arching against him as she pushed down and wiggled her hips closer to his, taking a bit more of him inside her.

  “God, that’s beautiful,” he murmured, his hands tightening on her butt cheeks as she circled her hips, the round and round motion wetting his hot length and making it easier to take him.

  “Feels so good.” Her words were nearly incoherent, but with her head leaning on his shoulder, she felt him nod as he gripped her hips and rocked gently against her. He was incredibly thick, and she felt every hot inch of him slide against her stretched walls, the sensation incomparable to any prior experience.

  “You’re killing me.” He panted, his head tilted back against the headboard so the low light glinted on the silver in his black hair. He was doing his best to be gentle and let her set the pace, but the strain showed in the set of his jaw.

  Gripping his massive shoulders, she rose up and tilted her hips and arched her back as she slid down his length until she could go no farther and then arched and slammed down again. The tremors started in her entrance, and she began rocking against him hard as the trembling spread outward until she could no longer control her movements, but it wasn’t quite enough.

  “Ivan! Oh, Ivan! I’m—”

  Grasping her hips hard enough to leave marks, he thrust deep and her head spun as he took her down to the mattress, her hair landing around them in a cloud. He thrust hard again and again, and her entire sex tightened up almost to the point of pain as she took every inch of him and her climax exploded. His weight pressing her hips into the mattress provided heavenly friction as she arched and rocked beneath him, reveling in every divine wave of ecstasy.

  “Can’t stop,” he growled as he fucked her hard.

  “Don’t stop,” she urged, riding each thrust with him, marveling at the second orgasm looming on the heels of the first. “Oh, please don’t stop!”

  Moving in rhythm with him, she fucked him hard, losing herself in the rapture as she chased her third and fourth climax. Each breath rasping in her throat, she held tight as he moved like a wild stallion above her, plunging deep and taking what he needed from her as well. She arched against him with each thrust and tugged with her pussy muscles until he drew a deep breath and then shouted, “Yes! Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, baby!”

  His massive body stilled above hers, his weight supported by his arms so he didn’t crush her, and he went completely still and tense, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came. Gradually he relaxed again, and he immediately looked down at her.

  Touching her cheek, he said, “I didn’t mean to be so rough. You make me…God, that was good. I don’t normally lose control.”

  Her body vibrated, every muscle, every tendon, and every nerve. Even her hair follicles trembled with pleasure. An intense aftershock hit her, and she startled beneath him as her pussy squeezed his cock once more, drawing a gasp from him. She giggled. “I think you short-circuited me.”

  He chuckled and started to pull back from her, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered, “Stay, please. Don’t leave. Not yet.”

  He rested his weight on his elbows and tilted down to make eye contact with her as he stroked her hair from her cheeks. “I don’t want to crush you.”

  “Please, crush me,” she replied. “I’ve never…”

  “Never what?”

  “Never felt so…”

  His kiss was fleeting and warm before he gazed into her eyes. “Loved?”

  There it was. Now if it could last and grow. “Yes.” How else could she describe the sensation? Her thighs splayed wide open, his big body cradled between them, his thick cock still lodged and half-hard deep inside her, his heart beating a rapid rhythm against her breasts. The sensation verged on euphoria, and she never wanted to let go of him. “Yes.”

  He tucked her to him and then rolled them over so she was now on top of him, his cock still penetrating her. The movement shifted him inside of her, and she moaned as her clit pulsed with pleasure. She giggled, surprised to find she was quite ready for another round when she’d been certain before that she’d want only a nice, quiet coma to recover in. The thought brought Samson to mind. So, perhaps she might have the sexual energy to deal with two men after all?

  Some small noise got her attention, and she realized she’d dozed off when she opened her eyes and the moon was in a higher position in the window. She usually slept under several layers no matter the season. Just the idea of falling asleep with him, completely uncovered and kept warm by him, made her feel sexy.

  He’d shifted her in her sleep so she was tucked against his side and one of her thighs was draped over his, held in place by his hand. Her hair was also spread out all across his chest, as if he’d been playing with the loose strands. Maybe he’d liked having her all over him as he’d fallen asleep. Her pussy tingled, and she realized he was awake as his hand slid over her hip, back and forth in a gentle caress.

  “Ivan?”

  “Mmm,” he murmured as he hugged her closer.

  “Do you still think Samson might come over? I mean with his work in Morehead and us here, do you think he would?”

  “Would you like it if he did?”

  She nodded against his heavy pectoral muscle, and his chest hair tickled her nose until a slight shudder rippled through her, making them both chuckle. “Have you thought of what it might be like to watch your brother make love to me? And for him to watch you make love to me? If it comes right down to it, can the two of you both be…you know…naked in bed with me? Watching? Participating?” She grew wet as she spoke, and the twitching of his thickening cock next to her thigh was her first clue how he felt about it. He took in a deep, raspy breath and expelled it as he palmed her ass, pressing her against him.

  “I’ve thought about it practically every day since Samson told me he’d made contact with you again. Why? Did you think we’d have difficulty?”

  “Well…I wasn’t sure if that would ruin your mood, you know, to…”

  “Tell me.”

  “To fuck me after Samson has, when I’m all shaky and jelly-boned.”

  His cock was definitely getting harder. “You mean after he’s made you come and your body is primed for me to fuck you and make you come again…” He pulled her over him with surprising ease so she straddled him. Tilting his hips, he moved so his cock made direct contact with her engorged clit, and she moaned. “Fuck, yes. Cassie. Never doubt I’d still want you just as much.”

  She spread her legs wider to get traction with her knees,
the motion entirely erotic. He gripped her butt cheeks, spreading them, which sparked life into the nerve endings in her rear opening and making her cunt tighten as she sought and found his blunt head and arched, eagerly taking his thick, hot length inside her.

  “That’s right, baby, take it,” he said as he pressed her body tight against his, increasing the friction as she rubbed against him, her pussy trembling on the verge of another surprising orgasm. Her control slipped as he slid a blunt finger to her anus and pressed with controlled insistence. She gulped in air.

  “Not only will we not mind watching each other fuck you, we’ll eventually fuck you together, sweet Cassie.”

  “But you’re so big!” she replied, rubbing her pussy against him, inhibitions lost as he responded with firm thrusts.

  Breathlessly, he said, “And we’re twins in every sense, love. Two big cocks inside your sweet pussy and ass, giving you everything we’ve got.”

  The mental image of her sandwiched between their big bodies, at their mercy, was all it took. Her climax detonated, sweet, hot, and so intense it was nearly painful it felt so good. He spread his legs and lifted slightly, using his heels to get more leverage and pumped against her until he came, cursing softly as he panted and finally relaxed beneath her again.

  “I’m not used to this much…activity…in one night, but I think, for you and Samson, I might just become a nymphomaniac,” she said.

  Ivan chuckled, and then a deep voice from across the darkened room said, “Sweetest words I’ve ever heard, chiquita.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Samson suppressed his chuckle when Cassie’s head lifted off of his brother’s chest and swung around in his direction, lashing his brother in the face with the curtain of her long dark hair.

  “Samson?” she squeaked happily. Adorable.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he crossed his ankle over his knee where he sat in her occasional chair in the corner, the perfect spot for watching the two of them fuck. He was so hard he had to shift a little to adjust his erection. Her breath rate increased, and she looked back at Ivan before sitting up. Suddenly a moan came from her lips, not the sexy kind, and he got up and went across to the bed.

  “You all right?” he asked as he stroked her shoulder.

  She smiled up at him. “Hi. I’m stuck.”

  Ivan’s chest rumbled as he rested his head on his crossed forearms. “Why thank you, baby.”

  She thumped Ivan on the chest and giggled. “You’re pretty large but don’t go getting a big head about it.”

  “If you keep squeezing me while you’re giggling I won’t have much say in the matter. Although two rounds in one night is a rare thing for me. I don’t think I’m up for a third.”

  “Always a joker,” Samson said as he reached out to help her.

  She hissed as she rose up. “Charlie horse! And my knees won’t obey me.”

  They lifted her off of Ivan, and Samson clucked sympathetically at her sounds of discomfort as he curled her into his lap. Her flesh was hot and tender where she’d been lying against Ivan and cool to the touch where she’d been exposed to the night air. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her upper calf muscles until the knots loosened.

  “Oh,” she whispered with a soft moan of enjoyment as she snuggled close and wrapped her arms around him. “You came.”

  So did you, luscious, and I’m glad I didn’t miss it. “Yes. Are you all right?” he asked as he caressed her knees.

  She nodded and then cringed as she straightened each knee out and flexed her foot. He winced when one of her knees crackled a little with the movement. “I won’t be falling asleep in that position again. I’m not sure what was more stiff, my hips or my knees.” She wiggled her butt against his groin and then murmured, “Or maybe you’re stiffer.”

  “Careful,” he said as he stilled her movements and rubbed her knees. “Have you ever gone for a massage?”

  “No, there’s never time. I usually just take a warm bath with Epsom salts.”

  “I don’t like to see you in pain. A regular massage might help your flexibility.”

  “I thought sadists liked that sort of thing.”

  “To see you hurt like this? No. Now, if I was the one massaging you and went nice and deep and made you moan, that I might enjoy a whole lot.”

  “Pervert,” his brother growled with amusement in his voice as he rolled to his side to watch them. He patted her thigh as she stretched it out and flexed her knee and rolled her ankle. “Next time I’ll make sure you’re in a comfortable position when you fall asleep.”

  She leaned down to peck Ivan and then turned back to him. “How long have you been here?”

  “About a half-hour. I got here while you were sleeping.”

  “Oh gosh, was I snoring?” She put her hand to her cheek. “Or drooling?”

  Samson squeezed her, amused by her unnecessary worry. “You were purring softly, that’s all. It was sweet.”

  “Sweet?” she asked him with dismay in her eyes. She turned to look at Ivan. “Did you know he was here the whole time?”

  Ivan glanced at him, and then grinned at her and nodded. Samson could read his brother’s mood in his relaxed expression and posture. Their time together had been good, evidently.

  Samson gently massaged her calf muscle as she flexed it and kissed her bare shoulder. “I enjoyed watching the two of you together.” More than he had with any other voyeurism scene. “And I’m glad I decided to come over after work.”

  Turning to him, she put her hands on his bearded cheeks and peered at him. “You are? It didn’t bother you to watch us…make love?”

  Samson leaned closer and kissed her throat and upward to her cheek and temple. “Not at all. This is about the three of us—together. Sharing. I can smell his scent on your skin. That doesn’t bother me either.” She held on to his shoulders and didn’t slam her thighs closed when his hand slid up between them. No, in fact, she spread them farther apart, giving him full access to her hot, silky cunt. “You’re in the mood for more loving, aren’t you?”

  She kissed him and said, “Yes. I want you, too.”

  His fingers trembled, the side effect of nerves, and not something he was accustomed to considering his lifestyle. Steady on the job and steady at the club were qualities he prided himself on. But where it concerned this incredible woman he’d loved for as long as he could remember, he might as well have been an unskilled, clumsy teenager.

  While Ivan pulled back the covers and piled the pillows at the head of the bed, Samson unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it off. She helped him while he kissed her throat and drew a sharp squeak from her when he gripped her shoulder between his teeth. Then it was her turn to start trembling as he dumped her from his lap on the bed, removed his pants and boxers with one movement, and made quick work of coating his cock with the lubricant.

  “I thought I smelled coconut in here when I arrived. Nice choice.”

  Ivan chuckled as he beckoned Cassie into the center of the bed and he said, “It tastes good on her, too.”

  Cassie crawled to Ivan and turned onto her back, spreading her thighs in luscious invitation. Ivan pulled her up into his arms so he was at her back supporting her and caressing her while Samson paused to gaze down at her. So lush, so perfect. He wanted to never forget the sight of her as she offered herself, shared herself with both of them.

  His cock twitched in his hand, and he couldn’t hold back from temptation a moment longer. Ivan cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple with one hand and slid the other down to stroke her pussy, which was slick with her arousal and the evidence of their earlier lovemaking. She grabbed onto Ivan’s shoulder as he stroked her swollen clit and whispered, “Ready for another big cock, love?”

  She reached the other hand out to Samson, beckoning him closer, and he shivered when her gentle touch settled on his thigh. Her eyes glowed with emotion and hunger as she shifted her gaze from his face to his cock, throbbing in his hand. He glanced at the opened box of
condoms, but Ivan, quick to notice things like that, shook his head and smiled.

  Cassie licked her lips, and her hips twitched as if she wanted to draw closer to him, and he crowded in, loving the feel of her satiny thighs sliding on his own furred and hard legs. The anticipation grew as Ivan gently lifted one of her knees to spread her a little wider, and the first hot slick touch of her pussy lips against his cock was heaven and hell all in one stroke.

  “Oh, Samson, you’re so big,” she moaned. “So hot and hard. I—”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy with you, at first.”

  She almost purred, tilting her hips to rub against hm. “I want it all.”

  He stroked her swollen pussy lips, some primeval part of him rising up, making his cock even harder and hotter as he enjoyed the feel of her so slippery and ready under his fingertips, and wanted to feel all of that lushness wrapped all around him. Sliding his hand up the backside of her other leg, he lifted her thigh and positioned the head at her vulnerable opening and thrust gently.

  He’d loved her too long, missed her too much over the years, and thought too often of what this moment would be like to rush. Nor would he risk injuring her if she was tender from being with Ivan. He knew prior to his brother she hadn’t had sex in a long time, and that had been with only one man. From Samson’s locker room memories, Bill might’ve had a big mouth, but that was the only over-endowment he possessed.

  Her nails raked lightly over the back of his thigh, and her hips tilted in invitation as he drew the backs of his fingers over her mound and then stroked her clit. Her cunt responded with a strong quiver, and he gave an easy thrust, enjoying the resistance of her slick, fevered sex as he pushed, withdrawing and inching forward again to stretch the anticipation to a point just short of sheer torture.