Just two much, p.1
Just Two Much, page 1
Just Two Much
A MMF Bisexual Romance
Cassandra Dee
Copyright © 2020 by Cassandra Dee
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To all the dirty girls who never have “two” much.
This book’s for you!
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All the Best Men
Their Secret
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Just One Night, Vol 3
Just One Night, Vol 4
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Just Two Much
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His Baby
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Contents
About This Book
1. Karina
2. Karina
3. Caden
4. Karina
5. Caleb
6. Karina
7. Karina
8. Caleb
9. Karina
10. Caden
11. Karina
12. Caleb
13. Karina
14. Caden
15. Caleb
16. Karina
17. Caden
18. Karina
19. Karina
20. Karina
Sneak Peek: Just One Inch
Sneak Peek: My Friend’s Dirty Uncle
About the Author
About This Book
It’s too much! I gasped. But in the end, two men felt so nice.
I went to Vegas for a bachelorette party.
We were supposed to go to a Celine Dion concert, but instead we went to Lucky Paradise Two, where men dance for customers.
It was just one time.
In the back.
In the dark.
With a set of hot twins.
But what happens when they turn out to be my stepbrothers?
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right?
Unless they’ve left me with a baby …
* * *
Hey Readers – The Manning Brothers series continues with Caden and Caleb’s story. The twins are billionaires masquerading as go-go dancers, and the results are steamy! Put on your seatbelts because our sassy heroine finds true love in the most unlikely place of all. As always, the heat is on HIGH. You’ll adore the story, I promise! Xoxo, Cassandra
1
Karina
It was embarrassing. I was in Vegas for my best friend’s bachelorette party and she’d told me we were going to a Celine Dion concert. In fact, my mom had given me three hundred dollars for the ticket and the money was burning a hole in my pocket.
But actually, Vera had planned something completely different. Instead of the talented Celine, we were going to a strip club.
“Vera, I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “I mean, didn’t some of the girls pre-pay already? They’ll be out a ton of cash.”
“Karina seriously,” harrumphed Vera. “You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes. The whole Celine Dion thing was a cover-up. No one wanted to see her. She’s for, like, couples on their silver anniversaries. We,” she added with a lascivious smile, “are headed to Lucky Paradise Two.”
What? What kind of strip club was called Lucky Paradise Two? Was there a Lucky Paradise One down the street? But I just shook my head. I wasn’t the bachelorette and it wasn’t up to me to call the shots. Fine, I figured. One night wouldn’t hurt and I’d get to see some amazing male bodies up close. With a couple of shots, everything would be okay.
“Drink up girlies!” shrieked Vera, prancing around the rented suite. “It’s time to have a good time y’all!”
I downed the tequila, the alcohol burning my throat. Oh god, that was awful but liquid courage was needed. With another gasp, I reached for a second shot, thinking only of hard, male bodies, gyrating, pulsing, and dancing under multi-colored strobe lights. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
2
Karina
The cold night air seemed to knock sobriety back into me. Damnit! I wanted to be tipsy and relaxed, perfect for a night of ogling male bodies. Truth be told, this was exactly what I needed, Celine be damned.
It’s not that I’ve never seen naked men. It’s just that I don’t have a whole lot of experience. There are other girls at school who’ve done busloads of dudes, but the guys that I meet are never compelling. They’re more like skinny string beans interested in playing computer games, Dungeons and Dragons, or whatever it is they do.
Then again, at least I have a boyfriend. I’d been at a coffee shop with Danny just last week. It was close to the NYU campus and absolutely packed, but if you’ve ever been in a New York City coffee shop, you know no one is looking at you. People are too absorbed in whatever they’re doing: writing their latest magnum opus, working on their thesis, or just chilling out.
So I’d wanted to experiment a little, maybe push the boundaries a tiny bit. Beneath the table I slipped off my shoe and ran my toes up and down Danny’s ankle.
“Hey,” I cooed. “What are you reading?”
He looked up from his textbook.
“Just something on insects,” he mumbled, looking back down quickly. Danny was studying to be an entomologist.
“Any insects I know of?” I cooed again, rubbing his ankle with my socked foot.
Danny shot me an annoyed look and set his highlighter down.
“Karina, for your information I was studying the praying mantis. Did you know that females eat males after mating?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s right,” he continued dryly. “Women out there are vipers, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
My cheeks colored. Where was this coming from? I was just trying to engage in some lighthearted banter and he was accusing me of being a man-eating viper?
“Karina,” he sighed. “You know how New York is. There are five women for every guy, and women here are incredibly aggressive. You don’t need to act like everyone else,” he added disdainfully.
Now my cheeks colored. Was flirting with your boyfriend a crime?
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said slowly. “I was just trying to show interest in your work. I mean, our majors don’t exactly overlap. You’re an entomologist and I’m in the arts.”
“Well don’t bother,” he said huffily, slamming his book shut. “It’s just coming off as desperate and cheap. Listen, I have to run because class starts in twenty minutes. Pick this up for me?” he asked, nodding at the coffee.
I agreed numbly as he packed his bag and took off, hoodie up against the wind.
But I was brought to my senses a mere week later. Danny had been working late at the lab doing who knows what the past week, so I’d figured I’d make a midnight run and deliver some snacks because the poor guy was working so hard.
The building was dark and I clutched the tin of brownies tightly across my chest. God, I hated walking around Manhattan at night despite the fact that the university had stationed sentries everywhere.
With a sigh of relief, I let myself into the biology building. Okay, he’d said his lab was on the fourth floor. The thought of encountering cages of creepy crawlies was disgusting but I’d brave it – for the right guy.
Slowly, I made my way down the hallway. Sure enough, at the end of the polished floor was a rectangle of light. I could hear light music playing and the murmur of human voices. I picked up the pace. The sooner I was done, the better!
But as I got closer, I realized the voices weren’t exactly talking. Instead, it sounded more like moaning. Moans of “Do it, do me, yeah deeper,” and crap like that. What the hell?
I tiptoed closer and got the shock of my life. Right there, on the lab table with cages of spiders around them, were Danny and his TA Kendra. Kendra was lying back on the polished metal surface, nude except for a pair of red stilettos. Her head was thrown back, and her face a mask of ecstasy as she moaned.
Danny didn’t even notice my shadow at the door because he was so busy. He had a handkerchief in his hands and was running the filmy material up and down over Kendra’s bare pussy with a lascivious smile. The girl twisted underneath him, holding herself open so that he could tease her clit, drenching that wet material with loads of kitty cream.
I gasped but managed to swallow the sound. Danny chuckled deeply, his attention still completely focused on the woman before him. Then, he reached for a wand-type object nearby. Oh my god, wasn’t that the thing they used to herd insects into glass jars? It had little pincers at the tip, probably to grab particularly stubborn worms.
With a low chuckle, he traced it over Kendra’s pussy and then with a flourish, snapped the pincers onto her hard nub.
“Oh my god!” she screamed. “Eee! Eeee!” she squealed, her wet folds twitching. I could literally see her little nub throb, growing red and inflamed under the pincers. But Danny didn’t release. Instead, he kept the tool locked on that hard nub.
With a nasty look, Danny grabbed another wand with his left hand and ran it deep into the girl’s pussy with a vicious thrust. Kendra almost convulsed with pleasure: her clit was being stimulated by the tool in his right hand, while her depths were being pummeled hard with the tool in his left.
My so-called boyfriend was completely aroused this entire time, his prick standing up from his hips, dripping with come as he tortured his entomology TA. Kendra twisted and panted beneath him. Plus, in some sick fantasy foreplay, he was wearing a white lab coat, with a pair of goggles pushed up his forehead.
At this point, I could hold back no longer.
“What the fuck?” I shrieked, my hands flying to my cheeks. “What the fuckity fuck?”
My boyfriend looked up in a flash, but his TA didn’t notice. Kendra was still too immersed in pleasure with her eyes closed and her body convulsing with waves.
“Karina,” he gasped, his dick twitching. “What are you doing here?” he managed, twisting Kendra’s hard nub even as he spoke to me.
“Stop!” I screeched.
“Shut up,” he hissed. “Just leave okay? There could be other people on this floor, plus,” he dropped his voice to a nasty whisper, “I told you not to butt in. You’re seriously getting desperate and unattractive. Now scram,” he ground out.
Without making a sound, I backed away from the open door, the brownies dropping to the ground. There was clearly no one in the building. Danny just didn’t want to be disturbed as he earned his latest A. I was sure he’d get an A+ given that Kendra never even noticed my appearance.
Muffling sobs, I ran to the elevator, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I was humiliated but at the same time so very, very angry. I mean, what the hell? I remembered how just a week ago Danny had called me “desperate” for my harmless flirting, and now here he was engaged in some kind of insect-based intercourse with his instructor. I wasn’t the messed-up one, it was him!
So it was with a blast of anticipation that I stepped into the strip club. I was momentarily overcome by darkness, blinking as my eyes adjusted. But Vera was right. I could use some loosening up after the humiliation I’d endured, and ogling some hard, oiled male bodies was just the cure.
3
Caden
I saw her the minute she walked in. She was shy but looked around wide-eyed, trying to get her bearings in the dark. There were about ten girls in the group. It was your usual bachelorette squad, and as usual, they were more than a little drunk off their asses. As I watched, the girl in charge, obviously the bachelorette, whipped out a decanter from her purse, took a swig, and yelled “Yee-haw!” before leading the way to the center circle.
My brother Caleb was dancing at the moment in a banana hammock, the material stretchy and golden. He smiled at the girls, his moves flawless, showing off his pecs, abs and thighs as the girls flocked in a circle around him, oohing and ahing. A few began furiously digging into their purses for bills.
What can I say? My twin is sculpted and muscular. He’s a work of art because we work for these bods and aren’t afraid to use them.
But Caleb and I are just here for a weekend on a whim. It’s not like we need to dance for money – we’re billionaires after all, and more used to having girls dance for us. But sometimes it’s nice to turn the tables and be the object of lust for our bodies, instead of our wealth.
So Caleb ground and twisted, much to the delight of the women, and dropped to his heels, giving them a good look at those glutes before straightening again. I knew that more was coming though. He stood up and bent over, tensing his buttocks for the women to ogle. Not a few reached hands forward to touch, mouths gaping, although he skirted away just in time.
Here’s where it gets kinky. I snapped my blue banana hammock on and joined Caleb in the golden circle of light. Moving seamlessly, we began dancing in sync, grinding our hips, letting our huge bulges take the spotlight. But we went even further than that. We teased our fingers under the elastic of our hammocks, pulling the material aside fleetingly to tantalize the women with a glimpse of balls and maybe even a little hard shaft. Shit, the tip of my cock was poking out of my waistband because it was so stiff. I could see the outline of Caleb’s dick wrapped around his waist, like a snake in a blanket.
The girl with the auburn hair looked on with shock, her eyes wide as she downed mouthful after mouthful of alcohol. Management should have ripped that decanter from her hand because outside alcohol wasn’t allowed, but hey, that shit builds courage right?
