Chapter 318: No Schedule Tonight
Still trying to catch his breath, Martin glanced at the broad expanse of mattress around them. "I’m beginning to think the bed was a strategic reserve."
The remark caught Cassandra off guard and made her laugh. Katherine joined in, and Martin soon regretted amusing either of them when every tired muscle in his stomach began protesting. By the time the laughter faded, Cassandra had stopped straightening the sheet whenever it bunched beneath her, and the room finally looked inhabited rather than arranged for an inspection.
Katherine poured herself half a glass of wine, took one small sip, and climbed off the bed with the glass in hand.
"Where are you going?" Martin asked.
"I want something salty." She glanced back, letting her eyes travel over both of them. "Take your time. I’m curious which of you follows first."
Cassandra lasted less than a minute before leading Martin after her. They found Katherine at the kitchen island, naked and eating olives from a small dish. Her wine sat almost untouched beside her. When Cassandra approached, Katherine offered her an olive, and Cassandra accepted it with the solemnity of a diplomatic exchange.
Martin reached toward the dish, only for Katherine to slide it beyond his fingers.
"You can have one after you give me what I came out here for."
"You have already received quite a lot tonight."
"Not against this island."
She bent over the dark stone, spreading her legs as she rested on her forearms. The kitchen light caught the slickness between her thighs. Katherine looked over her shoulder, and the challenge in her orange eyes made her request unnecessary.
Martin stepped behind her and ran both hands over her hips. When he pushed two fingers into her, she rocked back at once, taking them deeper.
"I don’t need another careful beginning," she said. "I handled that while you were busy with Cassandra."
He removed his fingers, gripped her waist, and entered her in one firm stroke.
Katherine’s cry carried through the open penthouse. Her fingers spread across the stone as Martin began driving into her, but she refused to remain passive beneath him. She pushed back just as hard, matching every thrust until the olive dish clicked against the counter in a quick, uneven rhythm.
At the near corner of the island, Cassandra sat on the counter with her legs crossed and selected another olive. Her attempt to watch with detached interest ended when Katherine reached across the stone and caught her wrist.
"Come closer."
Cassandra allowed herself to be pulled forward. Katherine kissed her between gasps while Martin held her hips and fucked her from behind. Cassandra’s free hand traveled down Katherine’s back, lingering over the curve of her ass before her fingers traced the stretched flesh around Martin’s cock.
Katherine shuddered between them. "That is not helping me last."
"You asked me to come closer. You did not explain what assistance you required."
Katherine tried to laugh, but Martin struck deep enough to steal the sound. She tried to speak again, but her body clenched around Martin before she got the words out. She bit Cassandra’s shoulder to smother the loudest cry and trembled against the island until Martin drew out and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Once her knees steadied, Katherine reached for her wine. "Now you may have an olive."
"Your generosity is overwhelming."
Before Martin could claim his reward, Cassandra uncrossed her legs and caught his wrist. She drew him between her knees at the counter, placed his hands on her thighs, and kissed him without making a performance of what she wanted.
"I would like to know whether I enjoy this position too," she said against his mouth.
Martin moved her closer to the edge. Cassandra guided his cock into herself while watching his face, her composure slipping when she reached the widest part. She paused there, breathing through the pressure, then drew him forward until he filled her completely.
"Apparently, I do."
He fucked her on the counter while Katherine leaned beside them, touching Cassandra wherever Martin’s body left room. The ordinary kitchen around them made the scene feel more indecent than anything they had done in the bedroom. A dish of olives sat within reach of Cassandra’s hand while her heels pressed into Martin’s back and each hard thrust sent her voice across the room.
Katherine set down her glass and slipped two fingers between their bodies. Cassandra tried to warn her that she remained too sensitive, but the objection dissolved when Katherine found her clit. Martin kept a deep, steady rhythm until Cassandra’s heels locked behind him and she came against his chest.
He remained inside her until the last contraction eased, then withdrew before the tight grip of her body could pull him over the edge. The night had stopped feeling like a race, and he no longer needed every encounter to end with his own release.
Cassandra chose water rather than wine. She passed the bottle to Martin and walked toward the windows without reaching for so much as a towel. Katherine followed, carrying her glass but leaving it untouched on the nearest table.
The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its lights layered beneath their naked reflections. Katherine placed both palms against the glass and looked over her shoulder.
"The privacy setting is active," Cassandra said before Martin could ask.
"Always practical." Katherine caught Martin’s hand and drew him behind her. "Take me here. I want the city in front of me when you do it."
Martin passed the head of his cock through her wetness, giving her a final opportunity to reconsider. Katherine pushed back impatiently and took him inside before he could tease her any longer. Her head settled against his shoulder as he held one breast and began thrusting into her.
Cassandra stood beside them, looking outward at first. Then she placed her palm over Katherine’s other breast and watched their reflections in the glass.
Katherine’s breath misted a small patch of the window. "You’re both going to ruin this view for me."
"I was hoping to improve it," Martin said.
"That depends entirely on whether you keep moving."