“And you’re one helluva woman,” he returned, as serious as she was.
“Can you come over for dinner? I’ll call Cash and invite him, too.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he said. “I’m still waiting for the barbeque pizza you promised months ago.”
That’s right! Well before their trip to Kansas City.
She grinned. “I’ll see you later.”
After preparing coffee for herself and securing Cash’s agreement, Fee dressed, then sat down and wrote out a grocery list. Once she finished, she headed to the store to purchase the needed items, checking her rearview mirror all the way there and back. Something still seemed out-of-place.
At the rate she was going, she might have to look into therapy.
Determined to pretend everything was fine, Fee went about her day, changing her sheets and freshening her apartment up. She also sautéed her chicken breasts and onions, mixed cayenne pepper with barbeque sauce, and prepared the canned pizza dough. The only thing she’d need to do when the guys arrived was do the mozzarella cheese before building her pizza and then baking it. In between, she received calls from Meggie, Zoann, Bunny, Talon, and Blue, to check on her. She was grateful for the concern and it helped her to go on with her day. When she ran out of things to do, she put the pizza together, just as Roxy had shown her once. The only thing left to do was bake it.
Finally, she was opening her door to let her guys in, giggling at the group hug Cash drew them into before they even stepped into her house.
Holding her waist, Cash nibbled on her neck. “You’re finally letting us taste your stuff, huh, princess?” he murmured.
“You always taste it,” she breathed, throwing her head back and resting on Stretch’s chest. Somehow, he’d maneuvered behind her. “If you’re talking about my pizza, though, yeah. I have to pop it in the oven and bake it until the cheese melts and the dough is a golden color. Aren’t you hungry?”
“I am,” Cash agreed. “Aren’t you, Stretch?”
Stretch pressed his hard cock against her ass and cupped her breasts. “I am, but not for food, Cash. What about you?”
Edging his way into her apartment and kicking the door shut, Cash lifted Fee’s skirt and slipped a finger into her panties. “Food’s the last thing on my mind, babe.”
He stroked her clit and Fee gasped. She’d been deprived of them for weeks, but she hadn’t expected them to, um, ravish her the moment she opened her door. How lucky could a girl get?
Standing on tip toes, she covered Cash’s mouth with her own, moving her hips to the rhythm of his finger. Stretch raised the back on her skirt to invade her panties from behind, meeting Cash’s finger before inserting it inside of her.
“Tonight’s all about you, Ophelia,” he whispered. “Whatever you want. However you want it. Wherever you want it.”
She gasped at those hot words, her orgasm building and barreling through her blood. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp against Stretch. Cash ripped her panties from her body, then slid her skirt down her legs, the touch of the material against her skin making her shiver.
He dropped to his knees, and parted her thighs, tonguing her slit, and meeting her gaze, daring her to look away. She was barely aware of Stretch unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra, until he stepped beside her and leaned in, drawing an aching nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my God!” she cried, her body hypersensitive, their wet heat releasing her inhibitions. She rode Cash’s mouth, grinding herself into a frenzy, her juices sliding down her thighs.
As he licked her nipple, Stretch circulated her cream to her ass, stimulating the sphincter of her ass before inserting a finger.
A scream tore from Fee’s throat, her legs turning to jelly. Her release was so powerful, if Stretch hadn’t had an arm wrapped around her waist she would’ve sank to the floor.
Getting to his feet, Cash stole Stretch from her, and she stumbled back, her heart pounding, her world rocked to the core. Stretch licked her pussy juice from Cash’s lips and cheeks, then they tore into each other’s mouths for several minutes.
Fee had never seen anything more erotic in her life than watching them go at each other, their individual power muted in this stunning intimacy.
Releasing Stretch, Cash grinned. Fee could’ve melted into a puddle at his feet. He tangled his fingers through Stretch’s. “Sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist. It’s been weeks since we kissed. Fee,” he said, looking at her, “this is your night, princess. What do you want? We can stop and eat. Or we can fuck until morning.”
Stretch smacked the back of Cash’s head. “So fucking romantic.”