Page 35 of The Best Number

“How you doing?” I ask her with a grin. Her gaze tracks over my chin and the wetness there. Wetness from her pussy.

She gulps before she responds, “I’m really good. How are you?”

“Fucking awesome.” I reach forward and kiss her on the mouth. As I do so, I move one hand up to pet her pussy. I stroke a finger through her folds and can’t hold back my noise of satisfaction as she chases my hand with her hips.

“Feeling needy?” I ask.

“Yep,” she says, with a pop to theP. “Make me come, Jack.”

“What’s the magic word?” I ask, teasing her pussy by adding a second finger and working it in and out of her.

“Please,” she says with a growl. She looks fucking glorious, her skirt hoisted up around her waist, her pussy bare, asking me to make her come. I wish I could take a photo. I’ll be jerking off to this mental image for years.

“She’s asking nicely, Jack. Let her come.” Tom’s throaty voice sounds out from over my shoulder.

“How should I do it?” I look over to him.

“Keep doing that with your fingers. She likes that and add that naughty tongue of yours to her clit.”

“Fuck,” she gasps as I do as I’m told and keep going, not letting up until I feel her shake and quiver. I go harder and feel immensely proud when her dam bursts; her pussy rushes with wetness and I do my best to lap as much up as possible.

She’s breathing hard, her hands on my head, holding me in place. I lap up her juices and carry on. I’m rewarded a few moments later when another wave of pleasure crashes over her and her pussy gushes.

“Oh!” comes her sigh, her hands falling away from my head. I ease back, looking up. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and she looks completely spent. I can’t help the smugness that rolls over me. It feels incredible to make Cassidy come. She’s so responsive to both me and Tom. I know that I won’t get bored of finding all the ways I can make her come.

My cock is rock hard. I’d put all thoughts of my own pleasure to one side to focus on Cass, but it’s throbbing painfully now. I fidget a little and bring a hand down to give it a squeeze through my slacks.

I hear Tom’s chuckle behind me. He bends closer and whispers, “I know how you feel. I’m rock fucking hard. I love watching her come. I love watching you worship her pussy.”

“Hmm.” I can only groan my reply as his words heat my blood. I watch as Cass blinks her eyes open and a wide grin spreads across her lips.

“Thank you, Jack,” she says softly. “That was incredible. Next time, we might need to put a towel down.”

I chuckle.

She’s still sat sprawled with her legs wide apart—completely content—and it’s a really good look on her.

“Now what?” she asks, looking between me and Tom.

“Up to you, Mac,” Tom responds. “You ready for a nap?” he asks in a smoky tone.

“Definitely, but let’s sort you guys out first.” She pulls her legs closed and pushes herself up from the armchair.

“Fuck, you look good on your knees at my feet, Jack.” She skims her hand over my jaw.

“Anytime, doll.” She holds out a hand which I grip with mine, pulling myself up to standing.

“Let’s go through to my room.” She leads me towards her bedroom. I look back to see Tom closing the cake box and draping a tea towel over the food platter before he followsbehind. He can’t help himself. But I guess we might be hungry after and ready for more.

We get to Cass’ room and I look around. She has a double bed with a bright patterned duvet cover. Her bed isn’t as big as mine, but I’m sure we’ll be happy to be close.

Cassidy stands in front of me and holds both my hands in hers. She rises up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my lips. I hope she can taste her delicious sweetness all over my mouth. I reach around to cup her rump in my hands, holding her so we can continue kissing. I jolt when Tom presses into me from behind, his rock hard cock obvious.

“Let me taste her,” he whispers before he crashes his lips on mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t help but groan at the intrusion. Cass eases my hands off her backside and I feel bereft without her at my front. Tom steps away too, pulling away from our kiss. I pout at the loss of both of them. But then Tom steps around me and stands beside Cass.

Tom gives her a saucy wink before Cass grabs some cushions from the bed. She throws them down on the floor by my feet before she kneels on one.

“How do you like it when we reverse the roles, Jack?” she asks me with a brow raised.