Chapter 314: Worth Every Minute
Martin repeated the same stroke, and Katherine’s voice rose through the quiet penthouse.
She reached blindly toward Cassandra. "Don’t sit there looking so composed. I could use your hands."
Cassandra accepted the hand Katherine offered, only to be pulled closer. Their mouths met above the cushion. Surprise held Cassandra still for a heartbeat, but she soon returned the kiss, sliding one hand into Katherine’s curls while the other cupped her breast.
Katherine moaned against her lips, and Martin felt the sound in the sudden clench around his cock.
Cassandra rolled the stiff nipple between her fingers. "You told him not to be gentle."
"I didn’t give you the same instruction."
"You asked for my hands. You should have been more specific."
Her touch traveled down Katherine’s stomach. Katherine opened her thighs wider as Cassandra’s fingers reached the swollen flesh above where Martin continued to drive into her. Once Cassandra found her clit, she stroked it with the same careful precision she brought to everything.
Katherine tore her mouth from Cassandra’s and fought for a full breath. "A little faster. Please." Cassandra adjusted without comment, and Martin watched Katherine’s playful control disappear. She could no longer praise him or shape clever instructions while Cassandra worked her clit and he filled her again and again. Each thrust pulled a different sound from her, louder and less restrained than the one before.
"Martin." His name emerged as a warning, though her body urged him closer.
He caught her other leg and pushed it higher, changing the angle until he sank deeper than before.
Katherine’s whole body drew taut. "There. Don’t lose that. I need more."
Hearing Katherine ask instead of tease stripped away the last of Martin’s restraint. His pace turned rougher, and the muscles across his abdomen clenched as his release began building. Cassandra kept her fingers moving, her attention fixed on Katherine rather than the spectacle of Martin’s body above her.
Katherine closed one hand around Cassandra’s breast, tightening her grip whenever Martin drove deepest. Her other arm locked around his shoulders.
"I’m close," he warned.
"Then don’t slow down now. I’m almost..." Katherine never finished. She screamed his name and dragged him down as her pussy clenched in rapid waves, gripping him so tightly that Martin could barely continue moving. Cassandra stroked her through every shudder until Katherine closed a hand around her wrist, not to push it away, but to keep those fingers firmly against herself.
Martin shortened his strokes and fought for control while Katherine’s climax rolled through her. Her legs trembled around his hips, and her nails left burning lines across his back. When her eyes finally opened, they were bright and unfocused.
"Come inside me," she whispered.
His rhythm faltered. "You’re certain?"
Katherine locked both legs around him. "Yes. I want to feel all of it."
He drove into her twice more, then buried himself as deeply as her body would take him. The strain across his back broke into a shudder as he came with his face pressed to Katherine’s throat, his cock pulsing inside her in hot, repeated bursts.
Katherine held him through every pulse without releasing Cassandra’s wrist. All three remained pressed together until his body finally stilled.
For a while, the penthouse went quiet except for their uneven breathing.
Martin stayed above Katherine without resting his full weight on her. Cassandra eased her hand from between Katherine’s thighs and brushed the damp curls from her forehead.
Katherine looked from her to Martin. Usually, she would have hidden the force of the moment behind a triumphant joke, but none came. She simply closed her arms around Martin and whispered, "That was worth every minute you made me wait."
He kissed her more slowly. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful. My legs may disagree when I ask them to work."
The trace of humor had returned, but she clung to him before he could move away. Martin stayed until her grip relaxed on its own.
When he finally withdrew, the sudden emptiness made Katherine wince. She drew her thighs together while Cassandra reached for the clean stack of napkins on the table.
Katherine glanced toward the loose napkin still lying beside her discarded top. "Use one from the stack. The other has already had enough excitement for one evening."
Cassandra selected one from the stack. "I know which one is clean."
"You had other distractions."
"So did you, yet apparently you were tracking the napkins."
Her reply carried its usual dryness, but her movements were unexpectedly tender as she helped Katherine clean herself.
Martin leaned against the sofa, his cock softening against his thigh while his pulse continued pounding. Katherine curled into his side, naked, flushed, and content to remain quiet for once.
Cassandra watched them for several moments before placing a hand on Martin’s chest. She let it travel down his stomach and stop above his hip, her touch patient rather than demanding. Her crimson eyes held his when she said, "When your body is ready again, I want you in my bed."
Katherine lifted her head from Martin’s shoulder and smiled at Cassandra. "You managed to make that sound like an order."
"Then allow me to phrase it more carefully." Cassandra kept her gaze on Martin as her fingers rested against his hip. "Will you come to my bedroom when you’re ready?"
Martin caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Yes. I’d like that."
The answer eased something in her expression. Cassandra retrieved a bottle of water from the low table and passed it to him, making no attempt to hurry his recovery. Katherine stayed draped across his chest while he drank, her warm skin still damp against his. As soon as he lowered the bottle, she claimed it for several long swallows before offering what remained to Cassandra.
Around them, the living room bore the evidence of the night. Their clothes lay in careless heaps, one cushion had slipped onto the floor, and the wineglasses sat abandoned near the edge of the table. Cassandra’s penthouse had not looked this disordered when they arrived. Judging by the faint curve at the corner of her mouth, she did not entirely resent the change.
Still draped across him, Katherine said, "I may never wear clothes in this penthouse again."
"You will if you intend to eat breakfast on my furniture." Cassandra took a modest drink before replacing the cap. "I have accepted a great deal tonight. Grease stains on the sofa are not included."
"And there are the household rules. I was beginning to worry that we had broken you."
Cassandra waited until Martin’s breathing steadied before she stood. She made no attempt to cover herself as she walked toward the hallway. Her black hair swayed against her back, ending above the full curve of her ass.