18. Casanova

She’sgonewild.Like a fucking animal! And fuck yeah, I’m down with it. Rhys George is a sex goddess. She has no shame. No restraints. Her only flaw is that she doesn’t believe the compliments I give her, but we can work on that.

I catch her as she leaps at me after slipping that massive dildo from her pussy. Her legs and arms wrap around me as she claims my lips in the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had. We turn fevered, our teeth clashing together, and I can feel her heat grinding against my mate Thor as we sink lower into the water.

“Cass,” she mumbles against my lips, “Call daddy over.”

I can’t help but chuckle. She’s such a little brat, always causing trouble. Mr Foster—or should I say, Skipper, because it freaks me out to think that my fucking PE teacher is under that red mask—pretends he doesn’t like her calling him daddy. But I’ve seen the way his eyes flare with heat and how his body reacts. He can pretend all he likes. He’s not fooling anyone.

Breaking our kiss, she peppers her lips down my neck as I glance over her shoulder to Skipper watching on with his dick in his hand.

“Hey, daddy. Come here. Kitten wants you.” I shoot him a toothy, shit-eating grin as he growls under his breath. Grabbing Moxie’s hand, Skipper moves through the bubbling water, dragging her with him.

Pressing up against Kitten’s back, Skipper leans close to her ear.

“I’m here, Kitten. So is Moxie.”

Rhys moans, still pressing her heat against my dick, and fuck, I just want to sink into her right now. Lifting her head from my neck, she peers back towards Skipper and Moxie.

“I wanna fuck Cass while I watch you fuck Moxie’s arse.”

My dick fucking jerks like I’m about to explode like a fire hydrant right here, right now. I wasn’t expecting her to say that, and I also wasn’t expecting the filthy fucking grin that Skipper shoots my girl before turning to Moxie.

“You up for that, Mox?”

She nods, “Hell yes.”

Skipper takes control before Moxie finishes speaking, moving to the edge of the spa, grabbing the lube and a couple of condoms before tossing one to me.

“Put that on, Fuck Boy!” He points at me sternly, and I try not to laugh. Motherfucker is protective of Kitten, that’s for sure.

Rhys loosens her limbs, climbing off me, her eyes flitting between my hand, rolling the latex down my hard as fuck dick, to Skipper doing the same while smearing it with lube once it’s on. One look in Kitten’s eyes, and I can see how high she is. She’s sailing on cloud nine right now, so high that I’m not sure she’ll ever come down. It’s a beautiful sight to see.

Rhys watches on in needy fascination as Moxie positions herself at the edge of the spa right next to us, bending forward to point her bare arse at Skipper, spreading her legs wide. Rivers of lube run over Moxie’s tanned globes and between her cheeks as Skipper spreads it on, sinking a finger in and out of her back passage.

It’s hot as hell to watch, and my Kitten must agree because she grabs my hips before palming my cock.

“Start slow and then go hard.” Kitten orders looking up at me and then Skipper.

We both nod because fuck yes, that sounds like a good plan!

Besides the fact that my right arm is grazing my naked PE teacher’s left arm, and I’ve seen way too much of his dick, this whole situation has me fucking salivating. I can’t wait to feel Kitten wrapped around my cock again. Her pussy is paradise, and I know I’ll never want to leave.

Bracing her arms back on the edge of the spa, Kitten prepares for me. Her creamy tits and those fucking ripe pink nipples are gleaming with droplets of water. The bubbles from the spa are pushing her arse up, giving me a glance at her needy pussy every now and then as it bobs up and down in the water.

“You ready, Kitten?” I ask, and she smiles wickedly.

“Get inside me, Casanova.”

Grinning back, I grip her hips, keeping her still as I line my cock up and nudge her entrance. At the same time, I can see from the corner of my eye Skipper doing the same thing to Moxie’s arse, and in unison, we sink into heaven.

Our four moans fill the room simultaneously, and when I pry my lids open, I notice we have a growing audience. The Feasters love their Kitten. And rightly so. She’s not just stunning to watch, but her shameless bliss in her sexuality is something you can’t take your eyes off.

Focusing my attention on my Kitten, I watch her perky tits bounce with each thrust I deliver and the way her lips part, releasing purring moans each time I slide back inside, filling her.

“Rub your clit, Kitten,” I demand, and she obeys with a slight grin.

“You too, Mox.” Skipper demands this time, and Moxie shifts her weight to one hand as she follows the order she was given.

With the motion of her black nailed fingers circling her clit, Rhys starts pumping her hips forward with more desperation, and I know she’s close. Her chocolate eyes take everything we do in, and I can see she loves the visual. She loves seeing my cock disappear inside her tight cunt, and she revels in seeing Skipper fuck Moxie’s arse. I have to agree with her. The whole thing is fucking hot and has me ready to blow my load.

“Is Cass fucking you good, Kitten?” Skipper grunts out as he thrusts, and it hasn’t escaped my notice that while he is fucking Moxie, he barely pays her any attention. His eyes are all for my Kitten, and fuck if I don’t feel like elbowing the motherfucker like some jealous prick trying to stake his claim.

“Yes.” Rhys’ voice is husky with desire. “Cass feels so fucking good, daddy.”

“Good.” He grumbles. Even though he said good, his tone doesn’t sound all that happy. Yeah, he’s definitely got a thing for my Kitten. If I were a better man, I’d let it go because he has no claim on her since he’s her fucking teacher and all, but I’m not a better man. She’s mine, and I’m claiming her now.

Leaning in, I hook my arm around Kitten’s back and haul her up on the edge of the spa so I can lean in closer to her. Her silky legs wrap around me, and her heels dig into my arse cheeks as she meets me thrust for thrust. Our arms cling to each other, and I take her lips in mine, pushing my tongue in to meet hers. My grunts mingle with her moans as we kiss, and when I feel her tightening around Thor, nearly ready to explode, I release her lips and latch onto her neck. With a fevered desperation, I suck on her delicate skin as she replicates my move and latches onto my neck. Then we both detonate in unison.

My nuts fucking disappear as the ripples of ecstasy zap through me, my cum shoots into the barrier, keeping me from feeling her bare heat. I swear, I go blind for a moment. Either that or I’ve died, and I’m walking towards the light because that’s all I can see—blinding hot white light.

Panting breaths and the feel of Kitten’s tongue gliding up my neck is what brings my sight back, and with her in my arms, I cup her nape and guide her head back so I can taste her lips again. Our kiss is slow, and her limbs slacken as I ease us back down into the hot, bubbling water to submerge us until only our heads are visible.

“You’re fucking perfect, Kitten,” I whisper in her ear, suddenly wishing it was just the two of us. What I wouldn’t give to take care of her right now. To clean her up, dry her off and lay her in my bed so I can wrap myself around her for the night. I’d love to hear her steady breathing as she sleeps. And I’d love to wake up with her next to me. It makes me wonder if there’s ever a quieter side of Rhys George. What would she be like to just lay beside and talk to about anything and everything?

“Cass,” she whispers back. “I wish I could keep you.”

I’m about to drawback so I can look into her dark eyes, but then Skipper moves in behind her, winding his arm around her waist and breaking the seal in our connection.

“Kitten.” His voice is low before he nips her ear, extracting a sexy moan past her lips. “Are you ok?”

She nods at the same time I snap, “Of course she’s ok!”

Those harsh blue eyes belonging to my PE teacher snap towards me in a clear scowl, but I don’t care. I fucking scowl back. Fuck this arsehole! He deliberately came to interrupt our moment, for fuck’s sake! I need to ask Rhys what she meant when she said she wishes she could keep me. Why does she think she can’t? Does she think I wouldn’t want more with her? Because hell yes, I do. I know I’m not meant to feel that way.

For one reason, we are in the throes of a Feast night, a fucking orgy club. It’s strictly anonymous sex. No strings. I’m not meant to know the identity of who I’m fucking. It’s set up that way to avoid feelings getting involved. But I do know who Kitten is. I’ve been craving her for a few months now, even when she was with Marcus. I knew those eyes the moment they met mine at Sunday’s Feast when my lips were locked on her sweet pussy. Even what we shared in the Photo Lab at school was mind-blowing, and I’m not talking just about the sex. There’s something more there. A connection I don’t understand. Something I’ve never felt.

Skipper growls at me like he’s a fucking grizzly bear or something, and the noise causes Kitten to moan.

“Jesus, daddy. Do it again.” Rhys grins over her shoulder, and Skipper complies before stealing her lips in a kiss that has her grinding her pussy against me.

Fuck, she’s insatiable.

The lights in the room start flickering, which means the Feast is wrapping up in about fifteen minutes. Even though there’s time for another quick session, Rhys pouts, and her shoulders slump.

“I have to see everyone out.”

Both Skipper and I frown. I don’t know what he’s frowning about, but my frown is because this situation seems more and more fucked up the more I think about it. Rhys is required to interact with Madam Vik when she first arrives. It’s like an unspoken rule or something. No one else has to do that, just my Kitten. And I’ve learnt that Kitten is part of the farewell party as well. She gives farewell kisses that hold naughty promises if Feasters return next time. A little hug, maybe a gentle feel up as people exit.

By the way the light dims in her eyes, I have to think she really doesn’t like this part of her time here at the Feast. Why does she put up with it?

“Let’s get you dry and back in your outfit, Kitten.” Skipper draws away, taking her with him to climb out of the spa.

Now that she’s not in my arms anymore, I feel empty. Lost. It’s a shit feeling, and I want it to go away, but that means having her in my arms again, and now isn’t the time.

I watch Skipper help Rhys dry and get dressed while I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist before throwing the used condom in the bin. Once she’s done, Rhys speaks quietly with Moxie before kissing her cheek, and then she turns her hypnotising chocolate eyes to me as she approaches.

“How’s that pretty cock of yours, Cass?”

“Missing your tight pussy, Kitten.” I grin at her, instantly feeling better now that her attention is on me.

Fuck, I think I’m Kitten whipped.

“Oh yeah? He’s a greedy fella, isn’t he? He’s had more than most lately.” Rhys presses her delectable body up against mine. The purple lingerie she’s wearing is hot as fuck, and Thor starts to awaken again.

Down boy.

“I think he’s addicted. When can he have another hit?” I snake my arm around Rhys’ back, holding her to me. Something like uneasiness flits past her eyes. I think. It’s hard to tell with the black, purple and white paint still unmarred on her face.

“He definitely is greedy. He will just have to be patient. After all, good things come to those who wait.” Her grin is toothy and cheeky, and I can’t help myself. I lean in and nip her bottom lip.

“That’s a croc of shit. He’ll have her when he wants.” I growl, and her cheeky grin widens.

“He’ll have her when I decide, Casanova.”

With a quick peck to my lips, she drops her arms, and I reluctantly let her step back. I don’t want to, but I can feel Skipper boring a hole into the back of my head, so I figure it’s best not to cause a scene.

It’s harder than I thought it would be to watch my girl walk away to give every other undeserving bastard her attention. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. Possessive. Jealous. Needy. I should be scared. I should be bolting as fast as I can in the other direction. Shaun-Casanova-Bossier doesn’t do possessive, jealous or needy. He’s a giver and a taker. But not a keeper.

Well, he never used to be those things, but whether he likes it or not, he’s exactly those things when it comes to Rhys George. I’m going to keep her, and even though she doesn’t know it yet, she’s going to keep me, too.