Page 71 of Menage a Passions
“I’m going to give you one chance, Becca.” Caitlyn dropped her bag on the floor as she slowly approached the bed. “You can tell me the truth, or you can make up something. Either way, the end result is the same, but my attitude will be different.”
The shoe slipped from Becca’s finger again. “Oh…”
“When Jane was here,” Caitlyn paused, leveling her sultry gaze on a woman who was already vulnerable to such machinations. “Did she fuck you?”
“I, uh…” Becca knew there was no point lying. Or fixing up her clothes, for that matter.Guess I really look like I was on the receiving end of the Jane Evening Special.She rubbed the top of her head, where her curls were strongest. That simple movement told her she needed to reapply her deodorant. “We may have had a quickie.”
“Thought I smelled something nice in here. Just thought it was your perfume.” Caitlyn texted on her phone again. “The other perfume.”
“Yeah. I knew what you meant.”
“Okie…” Caitlyn sent her text off with purpose and put her phone in her pocket. “Dokie.”
“So, how was the meeting? Productive?”
Caitlyn ignored that. “Stay right there. I’m going to get something from my suitcase.”
“Is it the vibrator?”
“Anyway, stay like that. Or take off some of those clothes. Whichever.”
Becca projected her voice the best that she could. “What’s my safe word again? I’ve already had like three orgasms in the past hour!”
“And you’re about to have three more!”
Becca flung herself back on the bed, clothing askew and hair crumpled beneath her. Why did she bother putting her underwear on again?
So she can take them off again.
Becca knew she should check that grin before Caitlyn returned.I am but a vessel for their amusement, after all.Yeah, that wasn’t helping her stop grinning as she rolled over onto her stomach and kicked a leg up into the air. She didn’t know whereher phone was. Nor did she care, because Jane couldn’t save her from this.
But she could join in…
No, no. This was now Becca’s diabolical plan. The one where she went through one girlfriend after another like the hookup champ she was.
Not like it’s the first time they inadvertently tag-teamed me…
The door to her room slammed shut before she realized Caitlyn had returned.
“What a fantastic day to have vision.” Caitlyn dumped her items on the bed. Becca barely looked at them. The sensations still coursing through her after making love to Jane told her to play up her brattier side. Caitlyn was the one who knew what to do with bratty Becca anyway. “Knowing what I do now about your beguiling state of undress has me thinking all sorts of things, Rebecca. And I’m supposed to be focused right now. Don’t you know this is a big weekend for me?”
“Yeah?” Becca pushed herself up, blouse falling down her arms while one of her bra straps joined in. “Maybe I wanna fuck the hottest beauty queen of the bunch. You know me. Always down to get wrecked by a married woman.”
Caitlyn’s knuckles brushed against Becca’s cheek before snatching her behind the neck. “Is that what you did earlier? Get wrecked by a married woman?”
“Not just any one.” Becca scooted closer, her bottom lip feeling too heavy to keep closed. “Yourmarried woman.”
The powerful kiss Caitlyn thrust upon her was a stronger aphrodisiac than knowing what else was about to happen to her. Because Caitlyn always kissed with an unapologetic hunger that made a woman like Becca feel deliriously small.Like she can gobble me up in one bite.Jane had tried. Could Caitlyn succeed in a different way?
“I can smell her all over you,” Caitlyn purred, her hand still taut beneath Becca’s head. “I bet that was her game. She issopredictable.”
This is making me think of when I first met them…Be still, Becca’s heart. She could only fall in love with them again so hard. “She likes to stake her claim.”
“Is that what she did to you?” Caitlyn’s other hand felt up the front of her girlfriend’s chest, making short work of the bra that didn’t know how to do its job anymore. “Stake her claim? That’s cute. She must know it’s not first come, first served around here. It’s whoever gets you off so hard that you can’t take anymore.”
Becca’s legs were already stretched wide open. Caitlyn glanced down, past Becca’s hardened nipple.
“Are you still wet from that encounter?”