Chapter 311: Prepared Differently
Cassandra raised her hips again as Martin worked her trousers down. The loose fabric bunched around her thighs before finally sliding past her knees, taking her plain black panties with it.
He eased both garments over her feet and set them beside the sofa. When he looked up, Cassandra had not closed her legs, although the tension running along her thighs revealed how much effort that stillness cost her.
She had groomed herself neatly, but not for him. A carefully trimmed patch remained above her pussy, natural and practical in a way that suited the rest of her. She watched his face, refusing to hide what she had never expected anyone to see tonight.
Beside her, Katherine stood and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers. "We might as well complete the comparison."
She pushed them down without ceremony, taking her panties with them, and stepped free of both garments. Katherine was completely shaved and already glistening between her thighs. She turned toward Martin with one hand on her hip, far too pleased by the direction of his attention.
The difference between them could not have been clearer. Katherine had prepared for the possibility that the night might end this way, while Cassandra had prepared for a painful conversation and perhaps enough wine to make sleep easier afterward. Even so, the contrast only sharpened Martin’s desire for both of them.
Katherine let him look for several seconds before prompting him. "Are you going to share your conclusions, or do we have to interpret that expression ourselves?"
"What conclusions?"
"You’re examining us closely enough to have some." She ran two fingers down her smooth mound. "I was optimistic."
Cassandra’s mouth tightened slightly. "This is not a competition."
"I’m aware of that. It doesn’t prevent me from enjoying his attention."
"You planned this?" Cassandra asked.
Katherine glanced down at herself, then gave her a patient smile. "I prepared for an opportunity. Planning it would have required the cooperation of both of you, which seemed considerably less reliable."
Martin turned his attention back to Cassandra. "You weren’t expecting tonight to turn into this."
"I expected to explain myself and possibly be told to leave you alone permanently." Her gaze dipped toward her open thighs before returning to him. "Personal grooming for your benefit was not high on my list of concerns." She began drawing her knees together.
Martin placed his hands on them and stopped her without forcing them farther apart. "You don’t need to hide." Cassandra went still beneath his palms.
"Katherine prepared because it suited her," he continued. "You had something more important on your mind. I like seeing both of you, and I’m not comparing you to decide which one is better."
Some of the strain left her legs. "You truly don’t mind?"
Martin brushed his thumb through the trimmed hair above her pussy. "I like that you look like yourself."
Her mouth almost curved before she brought it under control. "That is a better answer than I expected."
"She liked it," Katherine said. "That was practically a declaration."
Cassandra chose not to answer. Instead, her eyes traveled down Martin’s body to the erection jutting from his open clothes. "Do you intend to finish undressing at some point?"
"Eventually."
"I assumed that would be the next step."
Rather than answering, Martin lowered himself to his knees between hers.
Cassandra’s gaze sharpened as she understood his position. "What are you doing?"
"I promised to take care of you while I recovered."
Her eyes dropped to his cock. "You appear to have recovered."
"Not enough for what Katherine has been waiting for."
Katherine considered his erection with open interest. "It doesn’t look as though he needs much longer."
Martin slid his hands beneath Cassandra’s thighs and brought her closer to the edge of the cushion. The calm left her face as her pussy approached his mouth.
"Martin, you don’t have to do that for me."
"I know." He looked up from between her legs. "I’m here because I want to see what happens when you stop thinking long enough to enjoy it."
He kissed her before she could object again.
The first contact was soft and brief, no more than his lips pressing against the wet seam of her pussy. Even so, a sharp breath escaped Cassandra. Her hands closed around the edge of the cushion, and her thighs tightened against Martin’s shoulders before she deliberately opened them again.
Katherine lowered herself beside her. "That wasn’t what you expected him to do, was it?"
Cassandra looked down at Martin, clearly searching for an answer that would not reveal too much. "No, although that does not mean I object."
He kissed her again and lingered. His tongue slipped between her lips, finding the warm slickness waiting there.
Cassandra’s back straightened. "Slower," she said, and Martin obeyed by tracing her with the tip of his tongue instead of rushing toward her clit. She watched what little she could see of his movements, still trying to study each sensation rather than surrender to it.
When his tongue drew upward, her hips followed the movement.
"Do that again," she said.
Martin repeated the narrow stroke, and Cassandra released a measured breath through her nose. He changed the angle on the next pass, flattening his tongue as he reached her clit.
Her fingers tightened against the cushion. "The previous way was better."
Katherine laughed softly. "Are you giving him performance notes?"
"He cannot know what I prefer unless I tell him."
Martin hid his smile against Cassandra’s thigh before returning to the motion she had requested. Her next breath came less evenly, and when he performed the same slow stroke once more, her fingers left the cushion and entered his hair.
He followed her reactions rather than waiting for further instructions, repeating the touches that brought her hips closer and abandoning those that made her retreat. Cassandra still tried to direct him, but her words came less frequently as pleasure crowded out her analysis.
"There," she whispered when his tongue circled her clit. Her hand tightened in his hair to keep his mouth close. "Stay there for a moment."
Martin drew the sensitive point between his lips and sucked with careful pressure. Cassandra’s knees closed around his shoulders before she caught herself.
He eased back enough to speak. "Do you want me to slow down?"