Dirty Talk (A MFM Ménage Romance) (The Dirty Series Book 2)

by Tara Crescent

  Dirty Talk. Of course, they’re good at it—it’s the name of their show.

  “Yes.” I feel like I’m crossing a threshold from my old life to something new and magical and scary. A dangerous freedom, I remind myself. I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery.

  “In that case,” James says, his voice layered with promise. “Let’s go inside.”

  It’s dark in Lucas’ bedroom, but neither of them moves to turn on the light. “Do you trust us, Cassie?” James asks, the expression on his face unreadable.

  My answer is swift. “Yes.” There’s no doubt in my voice.

  “Then close your eyes,” James orders.

  Surprise crosses my face at the tone of command. I didn’t expect it from James, who is, outside the bedroom, remarkably easy-going. It’s unexpectedly hot. I like it.

  They both move closer, and their hands run over my body. There’s a moment of dissonance—I’m not used to more than one pair of hands touching me. My eyes flutter open, and I turn my head to my sides to try and see who’s doing what.

  “No,” Lucas says firmly, his hand gripping my chin. “Keep your eyes closed, Cassie.”

  A shiver runs through my body at his stern tone, at the way his strong hands hold my head. I feel a wave of heat between my legs. Before I can question the order or protest, Lucas presses his full, soft lips against mine, and I lose my train of thought.

  His kisses are magic. I can't even remember what I wanted to say. I groan and wrap my arm around the back of his head, pulling him closer to me. Crushed against his strong chest, my breasts feel heavy and hot.

  While Lucas kisses me, James’ hands move over my body and grip my hips. I feel his breath on my ear, and then his lips wrap around the lobe. I hiss with pleasure at the sharp, keen sensations that flood my body as he nibbles, and my breath catches. I'm completely lost in the moment. My knees buckle from the attention, and the only reason I’m still standing is because I’m sandwiched between their hard bodies.

  This is surreal.

  James trails a string of kisses, from my ear to my jaw, then to my neck. Lucas follows suit, nuzzling at my neck as well, his stubble rasping against the delicate skin. My nipples pebble and harden. “Please,” I beg, unable to hold back the words that tumble from my lips. I open my eyes and stare at Lucas while grinding my ass against James’ hard cock. “I need you.”

  A blazing heat fills Lucas’ eyes. “Say it again,” he orders.

  “I need you,” I repeat, almost overwhelmed by the arousal that beats in my veins. “Please, don’t make me wait.”

  James’ fingers grip my hips. “I’ve waited two months to hear you say those words,” he mutters into my ear. “I think you can hold on for two hours, don’t you?”

  “Two hours?” I almost sob in frustration. “No, I can’t.”

  Through the thickening haze of desire, I notice both sets of hands slipping beneath my shirt. They slide and dance up and down my sides, stroking my skin, but avoiding my breasts until I’m writhing between them, ready to beg for them to squeeze the swollen globes, touch my nipples, make me ache with pleasure…

  Finally, just when I can’t take it anymore, their hands finally cup my mounds. They knead and massage my flesh. My eyes are closed once again, so I can’t see whose mouth nibbles at my hard nipples. I don’t know whose hand grips my breasts, the touch hungered and frenzied.

  My shirt is pulled up and over my shoulders. Deft fingers unclasp my bra. At the same time, there's a tugging at my shorts. “I can’t wait to see all of you, Cassie,” Lucas says hoarsely.

  Screw it. I’m not keeping my eyes closed anymore. I want to see them naked as well.

  With deliberate slowness, I push my shorts down my legs. My panties follow. I’m buck naked in front of the hosts of Dirty Talk.

  From the expression on their faces, they like what they see. Their breathing catches audibly. “Cassie,” James says softly. He shakes his head and closes his eyes shut for an instant. “You are so beautiful.”

  I’m a survivor of a million beauty pageants. I’ve been called pretty or gorgeous or beautiful my entire life. Mostly, it makes me feel anxious. My parents’ love was conditional; as long as I looked pretty and won contests, I was worthy, but if I ate a cookie, or if a zit broke out on my face, I was a disappointment.

  But with Lucas and James, I don’t want to bolt. They’ve seen me. The real Cassie. The one who runs away in panic when she sees a camera. The one who never met a chocolate-chip muffin she didn’t want to inhale. They’ve rescued me from extended conversations with Dr. Bollington. They picked me up in the middle of the night after Stuart Sutherland drove us into a ditch.

  I’m a real person to them, not just a pretty face, and so, when they call me beautiful, their words matter. Their words have weight and meaning.

  Also, they’re still clothed, and that doesn’t seem fair. “Are you going to get naked too?” I ask pointedly.

  James ignores my question and tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefingers, while Lucas just chuckles. “We’re going to make you wait two hours, remember?” he teases me. “Pout all you want, Cassie.”

  I will melt into a sticky puddle of arousal if they make me wait two hours. Just sayin’.

  James tugs me onto the bed, locking me into another passionate kiss. His knee rests between my naked thighs, and the roughness of the denim against my bare skin is almost too much to bear in my overheated state. His hands run down my shoulders, fingertips dancing lightly over my skin. Everywhere he touches me, my body sparks. My need threatens to overflow. Please, I think mutely, please take me. Please touch my pussy.

  Lucas is a mind-reader. He pushes my thighs wide and settles himself between my legs. My head falls back as I feel his face near my pussy, then his tongue circles my clit and I almost arch off the bed.

  James chuckles. “I think she likes that,” he comments. “Do you, Cassie?”

  Why yes, thank you for asking.

  I nearly scream as Lucas gets to work, my eyes rolling back in my head. I grab James by the collar of his shirt and kiss him hard, loving the way his tongue moves in my mouth. “Oh God, yes,” I breathe, as Lucas sucks my clitoris between his lips, “Yes, please, do that again.”

  He obliges by licking me, a long sweep up my slit. I whimper in response. James moves his focus to my body. He kisses my jaw, my neck, and the spot just above my collarbone.

  I’m starting to feel a little guilty. So far, it’s been all about me. Which is great—party-time for Cassie—but this experience is unprecedented. Most of the guys I’ve been with view foreplay as a chore. James and Lucas are elevating it to fine art.

  I reach for James’ hard cock, running my palm over the ridge through the fabric. James inhales sharply. “Do that again,” he orders.

  Lucas’ tongue swipes between the slick folds of my pussy once more, and when he reaches my clitoris, he sucks the hard nub between his lips. A shock of desire shudders through my body, and I rub James’ cock harder and grope for his zipper. I want to feel his thick cock, stroke that hard velvet shaft and hear him groan in response. I want them to feel as much pleasure as they’re giving me.

  Lucas slides a finger into my wet heat, and I almost sob with gratitude. At last. I can’t wait any longer. “You’re soaked, Cass,” he says, his tone rich with satisfaction. He adds another finger, twisting as he searches for my G-spot. “You like this, don’t you?”

  Given that I’m a shrieking, trembling mess, I’d say that’s a fair assumption.

  I’m lost in pleasure, consumed by heat. James’ exploring mouth finds my nipple and he nibbles, then bites. I inhale sharply as he nips my tender flesh. “Please,” I beg, my voice trailing off into a whimper. “Do that again.”

  Lucas’ fingers thrust in and out of my pussy. Each stroke stretches me, sending tingles of arousal up my spine. I’m close. I can feel my muscles clench and tighten as my climax nears. Lucas’ unrelenting fingers and mouth push me closer to the edge.

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sp; Then James grips my breasts hard, and he rubs his cheek over my aching nipples, his stubble prickling at my sensitive skin. That’s all it takes. I buckle, writhing, twisting, and flailing as pleasure floods my body. Lucas keeps licking through my orgasm, savoring each shuddering aftershock until I can’t take any more.

  My breathing slowly comes back to normal. “Thank heavens it wasn’t two hours,” I mutter, feeling sated and boneless.

  Lucas chuckles and kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his mouth. “Next time,” he promises. “Next time, we’ll make you wait.”

  When I can think again, I make them take their clothes off. Okay, it’s bossy of me, but come on. Their cocks are straining against the fabric of their trousers, and I want to see their erections. Taste them, take them in my mouth, and feel them slide into my pussy.

  Licking my lips as their hard cocks come into view, I close my fingers over them. They both groan in response. “Cassie,” Lucas says hoarsely. “Oh fuck, that feels amazing.”

  The three of us lie back on the bed, Lucas to my right and James to my left. As I stroke their shafts, James’ finger trails down my body and finds the folds of my pussy. I hiss, my skin excruciatingly sensitive after my orgasm. “I can’t,” I gasp. “It’s too much.”

  “Hush.” James puts his finger over my lips, his deep brown eyes locking onto me. “I’ll be gentle, honey. Let me feel you.”

  True to his word, he stays away from my clitoris, petting my folds softly. It feels really good, as if I’ve just stepped inside a hot tub of water.

  Trying not to get too distracted by James’ touch, I resume stroking their cocks. I move my hands up and down on their shafts. Lucas is watching me, his hazel eyes hazy with arousal. His fingers ghost over my nipples. At the same time, James’ thumb caresses my clitoris softly. I bite my lower lip, stifling a moan. If they keep this up, I’m going to come again.

  Trying to distract myself from the pleasurable sensations coursing through my body, I focus my attention on their erections. I pump harder and faster, unable to tear my eyes off the way their eyes clench shut, the way their faces contort as pleasure overtakes them…

  “Stop.” Lucas’ voice is ragged, his words a harsh growl in my ear. “If you keep this up, I’m going to spew all over your hand.”

  “Fine by me,” I reply distractedly. James’ finger rubs my clitoris, and I writhe and twist, and try to clamp my legs shut. “I’m too sensitive,” I whine, momentarily taking my hand off his cock and pushing his hand away.

  “Spread your legs, Cassie.” James sounds implacable, and hearing his firm tone, another shiver of arousal wracks my body. “Either you keep them parted, or we’ll have to hold them open.”

  Oh dear God.

  My mind is hazy with lust. Closing my eyes, I surrender to every touch. I feel Lucas shift positions, then he kneels on the bed, his erection nudging my lips. Yes. Finally. I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. Although the angle of our bodies isn’t ideal, I bob my head up and down on his rock hard length as best as I can, and I’m rewarded with a shudder that vibrates through his body. “Fuck, Cassie,” Lucas rasps, his voice ragged with lust. “Oh fuck yes.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see James roll a condom on his cock. I almost stop breathing. I’ve been craving this moment since the first day I laid eyes on them. For two months, I’ve been fantasizing about the two of them. I’ve dreamed about their hands on my body. Their cocks in my mouth and my pussy and even my ass.

  And now, it’s happening.

  James slams into me, and all thought leaves my mind. “Next time,” he says harshly, “I’ll be gentle and controlled, but Cassie, I’ve waited too long for this moment.” His hands spread my legs wide, and he thrusts, hard and deep into my pussy.

  Lucas’ fingers lace in my hair and I drag my attention back to him. I take his cock as deep as I can, then I pull back and twirl my tongue around his glistening head. Lucas groans again. He lets go of my hair and tweaks my nipples, pinching and pulling them.

  Pleasure pounds at me from every direction. I’ve had sex before. But not like this, never like this. This is so much more than the meeting of three bodies. There’s a connection that I haven’t experienced before, a connection that frightens me as much as it turns me on.

  Lucas caresses my cheek, his gaze warm. “Cassie,” he says softly, “if you don’t want to swallow, you should probably stop.”

  Though I appreciate the warning, I have absolutely no intention of stopping. I redouble my efforts, focusing on maintaining a steady rhythm. At the same time, James pounds into my pussy, his pace picking up, his thrusts deeper, harsher. His fingers tease my clitoris.

  We’re all close. Sounds of sex fill the room, our moans and pants, our sighs of pleasure. The slick heat of my pussy as James slams into me, the sound of skin slapping skin.

  Then James swears out loud, his fingers gripping my hips painfully as he explodes. His climax triggers mine, and I freefall into my orgasm, my muscles contracting around James’ dick. Lucas comes down my throat a half-second later, and I swallow every drop.

  I thought my fantasies were steamy, but the reality of both of them touching me, taking me at the same time? The reality wins hands down.

  Lucas pulls me into arms, and James spoons me from behind. He kisses the tattoo at the back of my neck. “Spend the night with us, Cassie?”

  What about your father? I want to ask James. Then I decide that if James isn’t letting it bother him, I’m not going to either. The truth is, I don’t want to leave.

  “Okay,” I reply.

  A look of relief flashes over Lucas’ face. “Good,” he says. “Because I want to do this again, but I’m going to need a few minutes to recover.”

  “A few minutes?” I giggle.

  He grabs my hand and guides it to his dick, and to my surprise, he’s already half-erect. “Yes, smart-ass,” he says. “A few minutes.”

  I grin widely. This is going to be one hell of a night.

  10

  James:

  We spend a few hours together on Sunday, but we have a kitchen to renovate, and Cassie has to go to Costco to stock up on supplies for her store. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” she says with a groan as she gets dressed. “Stupid shopping.”

  “Stay then,” I suggest.

  She shakes her head ruefully. “I’m running really low on cups and sugar,” she says. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely,” Lucas replies at once. “We’ll be in the coffee shop all morning. Once you’re done with work, do you want to hang out with us?”

  “I’d love that,” she replies.

  I frown at Lucas. Monday afternoon is when we usually tape our show for Tuesday. Given the way Cassie reacted the last time she was in our office, this doesn’t seem like a very good idea.

  There’s a steady stream of people coming in for coffee Monday morning. We settle down at our usual spot and get to work responding to our fans. One of my favorite parts of the job is when people write to us and tell us how our advice has improved their lives.

  Today, I read an email from Avery. ‘We did it! It was great!’ is the subject. I scan the message with a smile. Avery and Kevin found a third participant. It sounds like the sex was pretty fantastic, and more importantly, Avery writes that the experience has brought Kevin and her closer together. We were able to talk about our needs honestly without fear of judgment, she says, and it’s made us a better couple for it. Thanks, you guys. I admit I was afraid that things might be a disaster, but I trusted Kevin, and I’m glad I did.

  Avery’s successful ménage experience gets me thinking. It’s funny how much things can change in one week. Last Monday, we invited Cassie to dinner, and she turned us down. This Monday, I’m filled with a sense of contentment and well-being.

  Lucas and I are minor celebrities; we have two million followers. We talk about sex, and we’re not douchebags. As a result, we’ve slept with more than our fair share of women.

  I’ve met
guys who want to play the field forever—I’m not one of them. I figured I’d get married one day when I met the right girl, but every relationship I was in fizzled out at the three-month mark.

  Now there’s Cassie, and this time, I want it to last.

  Of course, Lucas is involved as well. “About Saturday night,” I say to him quietly. The coffee shop is filled with people and noisy with chatter; no one can overhear our conversation.

  Lucas gives me a wary look. “What about it?”

  “Well...” I hesitate, wondering what the best way to broach this subject is. This is uncharted territory for both of us. “I like Cassie. I want to keep seeing her. Saturday night wasn’t a one-time thing.”

  “It wasn’t for me either.” His face is etched with tension. “Are you asking me to walk away?”

  For a brief instant, I wonder if that might not be easier, then I shake my head. Lucas has been my best friend for more than ten years. We built Dirty Talk together. He emptied his bank account to help pay for my father’s medical bills. I won’t do anything that damages our friendship.

  “Can you see yourself in a threesome, James?” Lucas asks. “Can you do what Ben, Landon, and Mia are doing? Because it comes at a cost. They’re the talk of New Summit.”

  “There are only three people in the world whose opinion matters to me,” I reply at once. “Two of them are in this room. Cassie and you. And the third is my dad. Everyone else is inconsequential.”

  Lucas’ expression clears at the certainty in my voice. “I’ve been thinking about what I believe in,” he says slowly. “About what is truly important to me.”

  “And?”

  “If Cassie’s willing to try being together with both of us, then I am too.

  At two in the afternoon, Cassie locks the door and flips her sign to ‘Closed.’ “About the only good thing about starting your day at six in the morning,” she says with a tired sigh, “is that you get to be done at two.”