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

by Tara Crescent

  “You’re not a morning person?”

  She shakes her head. “Not even a little,” she replies. “So what’s the plan? You guys want me to help paint the kitchen?”

  “Worse.” Lucas looks wary. “We need to tape our show. Would you like to watch? We can do something fun after we’re done.”

  Her body tenses. “Cassie,” I say gently, putting a finger on her chin and tipping it up to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We’ll be done by five. If you’d prefer, we’ll pick you up when we’re done and we can go out to dinner?”

  She bites her lower lip. “No,” she says. “My camera-phobia is ridiculous. It’s time I got over it.”

  Lucas laces his fingers in hers. “Would it make you feel better to know that we’re filming a show on dildos?” he quips. “And we have a big box of samples?”

  She looks intrigued. “Really?”

  “Yup. We’ve got two of everything. One to try out, and one to give away to our viewers.”

  Her lips curl into a wicked smile. “So while you’re taping your show, I can try out your samples?”

  An image flashes through my head of Cassie sitting in the corner of our office, her legs wide open, sliding a dildo in and out of her tight little pussy. The blood leaves my head and rushes to my cock.

  Lucas clears his throat. “I think,” he says hoarsely, “that if you do that, we’re going to need more than one take to get our show done.”

  I’d say that’s the understatement of the year.

  11

  Cassie:

  As we walk to their house, my pulse pounds and a sick feeling fills my stomach. I remember the last time I was in their office, and it didn’t end well.

  This is what James and Lucas do, I tell myself firmly. They’re not going to tape you. They’re not going to ask you to participate. Calm down.

  At the idea of watching them do their show, my nerves fade, and a healthy dose of lust kicks in. I’ve masturbated to Dirty Talk far too many times to count, and today, they’re doing a show about dildos?

  Okay, call me wicked, but I intend to give them a show of my own.

  “We work from a loose script,” James explains when we get to their office. “We typically do two passes. First pass, we do a walk-through, recording the audio but not video. Then, once we work out what we’re going to say, we’ll do two takes with the cameras.”

  “Okay.” I’m a little relieved. No cameras right now.

  Lucas gives me an amused look. “So Cassie,” he says, his voice deep and ever so slightly gruff, “you mentioned you watch our show.”

  At his tone, arousal skitters through my spine. “Yes.”

  “And what do you typically do when you’re watching?”

  Busted. “Sometimes,” I admit, my cheeks heated, “I touch myself.”

  James grins wickedly. “Sometimes?” he probes. “You said on Saturday that you watched our ménage show. Did you touch yourself then?”

  I’m so mortified that I can barely meet their eyes, and then I notice the bulges in their pants. They’re totally turned on by the idea that I masturbate to their show, and when I realize that, my embarrassment drains away. “I do,” I whisper, hiding my smile. “Would you like me to show you how?”

  There’s a big cardboard box on the coffee table. Lucas gestures to it. “Open the box,” he orders. His voice is firm and dominant, and his gaze is steely, and it’s all crazy-hot. My knees tremble as I walk up to the table, and my hands shake as I pull one perverse toy after another from the box. There are dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, handcuffs, rope, nipple clamps, and paddles—it’s a very smutty fantasy come true. I set each object down on the wooden surface, and when the box is empty, I’m surrounded by a sea of kinky toys. It’s like a very R-rated Christmas morning.

  “I thought I had it good because I got to take home all the leftover muffins,” I joke. “But this is way better.”

  James laughs. “We’ve been working with the Pleasure Palace for about six months,” he says. “AJ’s pretty generous with the merchandise.”

  “AJ?”

  “Our contact at the company,” he replies. “It’s a bit unusual, really. The company is headquartered in Connecticut, but even though they aren’t far away, we’ve never met anyone there or even talked to them on the phone. AJ only responds to emails.” He shrugs. “To each their own. Tell me, Cassie,” he says to me, his voice lowering to a sexy purr, “Which one catches your eye?”

  Right now, there could be a million cameras on me, and I wouldn’t care. I’m that turned on.

  Like most single women, I own a vibrator, though I don’t use it very often, relying on my fingers to get me off. Less clean-up that way. I survey the assortment of toys in front of me. Would it be greedy to be interested in all of them? “I don’t know,” I admit. “You pick for me.”

  Lucas’ eyes glint. He surveys the table thoughtfully for a few minutes, and then he picks up a package containing a seven inch purple dildo with a curved tip. “Not what you were expecting?” he asks, catching my surprised look.

  “I thought you’d have picked the big one.” There’s a dildo on the desk that’s easily twelve inches long and is as thick as my wrist. My eyes are drawn to it, and I’m both curious and terrified at the idea of something that big stretching me.

  Then again, given that a solid chunk of my fantasies involves both Lucas and James taking me at the same time, perhaps I should get used to feeling completely filled.

  “I have something else in mind.” Lucas opens the package, unscrews the base of the dildo and inserts two AAA batteries into it. “This particular toy has a very interesting feature, Cassie. You want to know what it is?”

  James has a slight smile on his face. My mind is foggy with lust, and I can’t remember which one of them said they liked to watch, but I’d be willing to bet that the answer is both of them. If the situation was flipped around, and they pulled their hard cocks out and fisted the thick lengths in their hands? My breathing catches. That would be very, very good.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” James orders. “What’s got those pretty nipples nice and hard?

  Well, James, I’m kind of turned on because you’re ordering me around. “I’d like to watch you jerk off,” I whisper, my cheeks flaming.

  The corner of Lucas’ mouth lifts in a smile. “Not today,” he replies. “But I’m making a mental note for the future. Today, though,” he says, “we’re going to test some of these toys out on you, Cass.” He points to the black leather ottoman that’s pushed up against one wall. “Get naked, sit down and spread your legs.”

  Lucas believes in getting to the point. I comply instantly, and he smiles approvingly and hands me the dildo. His eyes gleam with amusement. “James and I need to rehearse. You’ll find a way to occupy yourself, right?”

  Oh please. I’m sure they need to record their show. I’m just as certain that it’s not going to happen while I’m sitting butt naked in their office, thrusting a purple seven inch dildo in and out of my pussy.

  “Of course,” I reply meekly. “Would it disturb you if I moan?” I hold their gazes as I slowly slide the dildo into my already-wet pussy. “If it would, I’ll try to keep quiet.”

  “You little minx.” Lucas shakes his head in mock disapproval. “No noise, Cassie, unless you want me to punish you.”

  He says punish, and my pussy gushes with anticipation. “Are you going to spank me?” I ask, my eyes wide. Please spank me, Lucas. I’d like that very much.

  Just then, the dildo jolts to life. My eyes fly to their faces. I’d forgotten about the batteries, but of course, it vibrates. I see now why Lucas picked this particular dildo from the selection on the table.

  James chuckles at my reaction and holds up a small remote control. “Fuck yourself,” he orders. “I want to hear you moan, Cassie. I want your pussy dripping wet.”

  “We’re going to fill you in every hole today, Cassie,” Lucas adds. “We’r
e going to take your mouth and your pussy and your ass, and you’re going to love every minute of it. Tell me, have you had anal sex before?”

  They expect me to answer them while the dildo buzzes in my core, while the curved tip makes contact with my g-spot with each thrust? I am not capable of this kind of multi-tasking.

  With a sadistic grin, James turns a dial on the remote control, and the vibrations increase in intensity. “Answer him, Cassie.”

  Pleasurable heat radiates from my pussy and fills my body. “Anal sex,” Lucas prompts. “Have you had it before?”

  “Once.” They’re watching as I fuck myself with the dildo, their eyes heated, their hard-ons clearly visible under their clothing, and watching their arousal, my own lust rises dangerously high. I’m dripping wet.

  I shift the dildo to my left hand. With my right, I part my folds, exposing myself to their gazes. “Screw your show,” I say, biting my lip as the tip of the dildo hits my g-spot. “Screw the toys. Come fuck me.”

  They ignore my suggestion. “Did you enjoy it?” Lucas asks.

  “Enjoy what?” I ask blankly.

  “Anal sex,” Lucas says patiently.

  “Oh.” Why are they asking me to think? Surely they can tell that I’m on the edge, fighting to keep my climax from overtaking me? My body is covered in a sheen of sweat. My muscles are trembling, my insides clench and spiral, and I’m almost there…

  The vibrations die down. Damn it. I almost wail as my orgasm dances just out of reach. “Why’d you stop?” I whimper plaintively. “I was so close.”

  “You were going to tell us about your anal sex experience,” Lucas repeats implacably.

  I glare at him, but he’s unmoved. “It was okay,” I reply, sounding sulky. “It didn’t last long. I was just starting to get into it when it was over.”

  “So you wanted it to go on?”

  I nod. My thighs are spread wide on the ottoman. There’s a dildo in me, and I’m anxious to return to the good stuff.

  “And you’re not freaked out at the idea of both of us taking you at the same time?”

  Freaked out? I’m gushing at the idea of having their dicks in my pussy and ass. “As long as you take it slow and let me get used to it, I’m pretty in favor of the idea,” I reply. My voice is ragged with need, breathy with lust. Desire boils in my blood, runs through my veins.

  “Good girl.”

  The vibrations begin again, and I almost cry in relief. “I’m going to come,” I whimper.

  “Yes, you are,” Lucas replies. “You’re going to come again and again, Cassie. I want you drenched, dripping wet for us.”

  I’m poised at the edge; his words push me over. I come, screaming and sobbing as the waves of pleasure wash over me. My hand drives the dildo deep into my core. Every nerve ending in my body sings as my muscles clench around the hard shaft. The vibrations shudder through me, keeping my climax going until I’m limp, wrung out, and ragged.

  “That’s your first orgasm.” Lucas unzips his trousers, and his cock jumps out. “If I’m going to last in your tight little ass,” he adds, his voice amused, “I’m going to have to take the edge off first. Open your mouth, Cassie.”

  “Position her on her hands and knees,” James interjects. “I want to taste her.”

  James is getting bossy too? I feel a frisson travel up my spine. The way the two of them stand in front of me, arms folded, eyes glinting, voices dominant… this is turning out to be one heck of an evening.

  Lucas’ cock is at my face, and I lean forward and take him in my mouth. Distracted as I am by his thick shaft, I don’t notice what James is doing until I feel a cold liquid trickling down the crack of my ass. Lube.

  “Relax, Cassie,” James scolds, swatting my ass. “It’s just a butt plug.”

  He inserts one finger into my ass, coating my tight bud with the lube, then he pushes the plug slowly and steadily into my anus. I moan into Lucas’ cock. The plug stretches me, and it hurts a little, but at the same time, I’m soaking wet.

  James swipes his finger over my clitoris, and I whimper and squirm away, still sensitive from my first orgasm. “So wet,” he says, his voice raspy with need. “So slick.”

  I feel his tongue plunge into my core, and his hands grab my hips so I can’t move. His lips and teeth nibble and nip at my folds, while his fingers tease the plug buried in my ass.

  I’m not sure I can take it. His touch is driving me crazy. I try to focus on Lucas’ cock, licking the underside of his shaft and tonguing his head, and he rewards me by groaning, burying his hands in my hair and tugging me closer.

  My entire body tingles as James pumps the plug in and out of my ass, his fingers and mouth focused on my pussy. Once again, my arousal threatens to overflow. “I’m going to come,” I groan, the words muffled by Lucas’ cock in my mouth. I reach down and pinch my nipples, scratching them with my nails. I’m shivering with desire; I’m so turned on that I can’t think straight.

  Then Lucas grips my hair harder, and he erupts down my throat. His climax is the last straw. I close my eyes and let the sweet release sweep over me.

  James doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps lapping at my clitoris; his fingers keep playing with the butt plug. Lucas pulls away. “Fuck me,” I gasp, turning around to meet James’ eyes.

  “Oh, I intend to,” he says. He rolls a condom over his cock and thrusts into my swollen pussy, groaning as he feels the plug in my ass. Lucas kneads my breasts and squeezes my nipples while James fucks me, hard and deep. My pussy clenches around him. This is so good. This is pleasure coming at me from every direction.

  “Lucas, if you intend to join in, you better get here,” James growls.

  I look up. Astonishingly, Lucas’ cock is erect again. “How?”

  “Are you kidding?” He laughs at my expression. “All I’ve been thinking about for the last hour is thrusting my dick in that tight little ass of yours.”

  He rolls a condom on his dick, and James repositions the two of us, so he’s lying on the ottoman, and I’m on top of him. He pulls my body into his, and my breasts grind into his hard chest.

  Lucas’ fingers toy with the butt plug before pulling it out. He drizzles more lube down my crack. I instinctively tense up, and then I realize what I’m doing, and I force myself to relax.

  “I’ll be gentle.” Lucas’ voice is reassuring. His cock nudges at my anus, then he slides into me, slowly, steadily, giving me time to get used to his thickness, then he buries himself to the hilt in my ass.

  Oh. My. God.

  Lucas gives me a few moments to get used to his thickness, then he pulls out and slides back in again. When Lucas slides out, James thrusts deeper in me. They alternate strokes, making me moan, making me delirious with lust. This is dirty and naughty and wicked, and I love it.

  Their hard cocks fill me completely. I close my eyes and succumb to the sensations. Every muscle in my body tightens. Desire coils in my core, tighter and tighter, until the pressure is too much. Holding back becomes impossible. I dig my nails into James’ shoulder, and I cry out as I come.

  Through my haze, I feel their thrusts speed up, then James stiffens in release. Lucas isn’t far behind. His fingers dig into my hips, and his thrusts become uneven, and with a shouted groan, he explodes.

  For a few minutes, none of us talk. Finally, James breaks the silence. “Stupid show,” he mutters, his voice rueful. “We still have to record it.”

  Lucas groans. “Cassie, sweetheart, you can’t masturbate in here anymore. We’ll never get anything done. Ever.”

  12

  Lucas:

  The next few days are the happiest of my life. The prospect of Spencer Calkins having editorial control over Dirty Talk is a shadow hanging over my head, but even the slimy owner of Sin On Demand can’t cast a pall over my good mood.

  Cassie spends a lot of time at our place. Monday night, after our epic recording session of Dirty Talk, we introduce her to Patrick, though we don’t get into the details of our unconventional a
rrangement. Not that I think Patrick will care—he’s always been pretty supportive of our choices.

  At the end of Thursday’s show, we do what Calkins requests. “We’re going to be doing something different next Thursday,” I announce, smiling into the camera, trying not to grimace at the thought of working with Calkins and his team on a regular basis. “We’ll be broadcasting live and we have a very exciting announcement to make, so set your calendars and don’t forget to tune in at seven.”

  James turns off the camera and shakes his head. “You sounded like you were announcing the death of your puppy,” he says. “Try and sound more excited.”

  “You do it then,” I retort. “Because I’m not that good an actor. I know we need the money, but the thought of Calkins getting his grubby little paws all over our show…” My voice trails off.

  James sighs heavily. “I hear you.” He gets to his feet and crosses the room, staring out of the back window. “Stacy has been in touch plenty of times about the technical details, but every time I try to talk about the contract, she acts vague and tells me not to worry.”

  “I don’t trust him, James.”

  He frowns. “I don’t either,” he confesses. “His insistence on doing the show live bothers me. I can’t help but think that he’s going to spring something on us on air, and trust that we won’t protest because the cameras are running.”

  As much as I’d like to believe that Calkins would never do something that unethical, I can’t lie to myself. The man is a sleazeball. The thought of working with him and his team sets my skin crawling.

  “What do you think he’s planning?”

  “I don’t know.” James’ voice is tight with tension. “There’s always Sammie’s offer.”

  I give James an intent look. “Is there?” I ask him. “Do you see a scenario in which we move back to Manhattan? Patrick finally seems to be coming out of his funk. Then there’s Cassie.” When I think about moving three hours away from New Summit and being able to see Cassie only on the weekends, my throat goes dry. “Her life is here. Her friends are here. Her coffee shop is here.”