BABYGIRL ⋆ CASEY NOVAK ⋆ ALEX CABOT
YOUR HONOR, OUR BABYGIRL
description: casey asks if you'd be interested in alex joining you both. pairing: casey x alex x fem!reader. wc: 5.3 idea thanks to @bensonswifey ! this can be read as a standalone from PRINCESS NOT PROOF READ
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm, golden light over the bedroom, its reach barely extending past the heavy curtains that keep the outside world at bay. The city beyond hums faintly, muffled by distance and fabric, the occasional honk or distant siren a gentle reminder that life continues beyond this cocoon of warmth and quiet.
Casey’s arms are wrapped securely around you, her body radiating heat beneath the covers. The scent of her shampoo lingers in the air, something faintly floral and undeniably her. Her breath is steady, a rhythmic rise and fall beneath your cheek as you nestle closer against her, the slow, absentminded motion of her fingers tracing circles along your shoulder lulling you toward sleep.
“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmurs, her voice low, almost drowsy but still edged with that ever-present awareness she carries, even in the most intimate of moments.
You exhale softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Just thinking.”
Casey hums in acknowledgment, her hand slowing slightly before resuming its lazy path over your skin. For a moment, she says nothing, simply holding you, letting the quiet settle between you both. But then, there’s a shift—almost imperceptible, but you feel it. The way her body tenses just slightly, the way her fingers still against your skin before she presses her palm flat against your back, anchoring you.
“I’ve been thinking too, princess,” she finally says, her voice careful, measured.
Something about her tone makes your drowsiness wane, a flicker of curiosity stirring in its place. You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at her. Her green eyes, normally sharp and unwavering, hold something else now—something thoughtful, hesitant in a way that Casey Novak rarely is.
She smirks, but it’s softer than usual. “Don’t freak out.”
You arch a brow. “That’s not a great way to start a conversation.”
A chuckle vibrates against your cheek, and she dips her head slightly, pressing a brief, reassuring kiss to your forehead before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “Just hear me out, okay?”
You nod slowly, curiosity now fully replacing whatever remnants of sleep had been clinging to you. “Okay…”
There’s a beat of silence, a fleeting moment where she almost seems to reconsider, her fingers tracing lightly down your arm before she finally exhales and speaks.
“What if we added Alex Cabot to the mix?”
The words hang in the air between you, heavy and unexpected.
Your brows furrow. “Alex Cabot?”
Casey nods, watching your reaction carefully. “Yeah. You know—blonde, sharp-tongued, way too good in court for anyone’s comfort…”
You blink, trying to process what she’s just said, wondering if exhaustion has somehow made you mishear her. But no—she’s looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.
“You’re serious?” you ask slowly, propping yourself up on one elbow, searching her expression for any hint of amusement, any sign that she’s joking.
She shrugs, entirely too casual. “I am.”
A slow heat creeps into your chest, something a little like disbelief mixed with confusion. “You… want to bring Alex Cabot into our relationship?”
Casey tilts her head slightly, considering her words. “I want to talk about it. See what you think.” She watches you closely, gauging every flicker of emotion that crosses your face. “She and I talked a little last week—casually. Nothing major. But it got me thinking.”
Your mind races, trying to recall any recent interactions between them, any subtle indications that something like this might have been brewing beneath the surface.
Casey shifts onto her side, propping her head up on one hand, her other resting lightly on your waist. “She’s… interesting,” she continues, and there’s something unreadable in her expression, something careful and deliberate.
You exhale, still trying to wrap your head around where this is coming from. “Interesting how?”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Casey’s lips. “Come on. You have to admit she’s gorgeous. And smart. And if we’re being completely honest here, you’ve noticed the way she looks at you when she thinks no one’s watching.”
The words send a ripple of something through you, something you can’t quite name. You open your mouth to protest, to refute the idea, but the moment you do, memories come rushing forward—small, fleeting moments you hadn’t given much thought to before. The way Alex’s gaze lingers just a fraction longer than necessary when she speaks to you, the way she always seems to find a reason to stand just a little too close.
Casey watches you carefully, clearly reading every thought that flickers across your face. She reaches out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle but firm. “Relax,” she murmurs, amusement lacing her tone. “I’m not saying we decide anything right now. I just wanted to put it out there. Because I trust you. And I trust us.”
Her words settle over you, sinking in deep, leaving something unfamiliar in their wake.
You don’t know what to say.
Because no matter how much you might want to dismiss the idea outright, a single undeniable truth lingers in the back of your mind.
This conversation isn’t going away anytime soon.
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Three long days.
That’s how much time had passed since Casey had so casually—too casually—suggested bringing Alex Cabot into the mix. Three days of trying to focus on work, only to have your mind circle back to that conversation at the most inconvenient moments. Three days of seeing Alex in court, the sharp blue of her gaze locking onto yours across the room, her perfectly tailored suits, her effortless confidence—three days of wondering if she had any idea that her name had been whispered between Casey’s lips in the intimate quiet of your bedroom.
And now, after a grueling day in court, you finally step through the door of the apartment you share with Casey, sighing in relief as the weight of the day slips from your shoulders.
The moment your designer heels hit the hardwood floor with a soft thud, you roll your neck, trying to work out the stiffness from hours spent in the courtroom. The day had been relentless—back-to-back hearings, endless legal arguments, and the kind of exhausting mental chess that left you drained in ways even a strong cup of coffee couldn’t fix. The worst of it had been a particularly brutal cross-examination, where the defense attorney had been all too eager to twist your words into knots, forcing you to stay sharp, to counter every move with precision. It had left you with a headache that had been brewing for hours, a dull ache pulsing at your temples.
Your dress, a sleek, form-fitting number in your signature pinkish-purple, suddenly feels too constricting, the fabric clinging just a little too tightly after a full day’s wear. You reach up, rubbing absently at your neck where your necklace has left a faint indentation against your skin. You love dressing well, love the way people notice when you walk into a room—how Casey’s eyes always darken just a little when she sees you like this—but right now, all you want is to shed the weight of the day and fall into her arms.
The scent of garlic and butter drifts through the apartment, warm and inviting, and you follow it like a lifeline, moving toward the kitchen. You find her standing by the stove, barefoot, dressed in a loose, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt—the same NYU Law one she’s had since her law school days—and a pair of black leggings that hug the curves of her hips and legs. Her auburn hair is gathered into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, a few strands escaping to frame her face as she focuses on whatever she’s cooking.
You pause for a moment in the doorway, simply watching her, taking in the way she moves—effortless, familiar, completely at ease. The sight of her is enough to ease some of the tension still coiled in your muscles.
Without a word, you step forward, closing the distance between you, slipping your arms around her waist from behind. She’s warm, solid, and the second you press yourself against her back, you feel some of the exhaustion begin to melt away.
Casey lets out a soft hum, her free hand instinctively coming to rest over yours, fingers lightly tracing your knuckles. “Long day?” she murmurs, her voice low, familiar, soothing.
“The longest,” you admit, pressing your lips to the exposed curve of her shoulder. She smells like lavender and something faintly citrusy, a mix of her lotion and the lingering traces of her shampoo. You kiss her again, this time just beneath her jaw, relishing the way her breath catches slightly.
“Mm,” she hums, tilting her head slightly to give you better access. “You win your case?”
“Eventually,” you murmur against her skin, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along the side of her neck. “But the defense put me through hell first.”
Casey chuckles, low and throaty. “Sounds like you earned some serious stress relief.”
You smirk against her shoulder, tightening your hold around her waist. “That an offer?”
She laughs, reaching behind her to playfully swat at your hip. “It’s a fact. But if you keep distracting me, dinner’s gonna burn.”
You glance at the pan she’s tending to, something rich and creamy bubbling gently, the aroma making your stomach tighten with hunger. “What are you making?”
“Chicken alfredo.” She pauses, then adds with a smirk, “And garlic bread, because I know how much you love it.”
You smile, pressing your face against the back of her neck, breathing her in. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best?”
“You could stand to say it more often,” she teases, reaching for a wooden spoon to stir the sauce.
You stand there for a long moment, simply holding her, absorbing her warmth, letting the comfort of her presence soothe you. But even in this quiet, this intimate domesticity, the thought that’s been lingering in the back of your mind for three days refuses to fade.
You tighten your grip slightly around her waist before speaking. “Casey?”
She hums in acknowledgment, still focused on the stove.
You hesitate, gathering your thoughts. “I’ve been thinking.”
That gets her attention. She stills for a fraction of a second before setting the spoon down, turning just enough in your arms to glance at you over her shoulder. Her green eyes are sharp, assessing, but she says nothing—just waits.
Taking a slow breath, you steady yourself. “About Alex.”
There’s a flicker of something in her expression—surprise, intrigue, something unreadable—but she masks it quickly. “And?”
You wet your lips, fingers tracing idle patterns against her hip. “And… maybe we should invite her over for dinner and drinks.” You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Just the three of us. To talk. To figure out a way forward.”
Casey studies you, her gaze unreadable as she absorbs what you’re saying. Then, slowly, her lips curve into a smirk—not smug, not triumphant, just knowing.
“So, you’re not shutting the idea down,” she murmurs.
You roll your eyes but can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. “I’m saying we should talk about it. No assumptions. No expectations. Just… a conversation.”
Casey tilts her head slightly, considering. Then, with deliberate slowness, she leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. When she pulls back, there’s something amused in her gaze, but also something thoughtful.
“I’ll text her,” she says simply, turning back to the stove as if she hasn’t just set something in motion that could change everything.
You swallow, exhaling slowly.
No going back now.
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The evening had begun with a polite formality, the kind that always lingered in the air when something—someone—was between you and the people you cared about. Casey, calm as ever, stood in the kitchen, finishing up the last few touches on the meal. The dining room had been set meticulously, with a crisp white tablecloth, matching napkins folded perfectly into delicate triangles, and the warm glow of candles flickering in the center of the table. You had arranged everything yourself, wanting it to be perfect. Your dress, a pastel pink shift, was flowing yet form-fitting, and your heels, a soft blush, tapped quietly against the floor as you adjusted the last candle. Everything needed to be just right.
It was a calm evening, but the air was thick with anticipation. The dinner was supposed to be a neutral conversation, an effort to bring Alex and Casey closer, yet the weight of your thoughts pulled at you from all directions. What would happen tonight? How would this unfold? It was hard to push aside the knot in your stomach that was more about what could happen than about the meal itself.
A soft knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts.
You exchange a quick glance with Casey as you make your way to answer it. She was wearing her usual effortless look—a loose green blouse and black slacks—but somehow still looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, but a few stray curls framed her face in a way that always made your heart skip a beat.
Alex was standing in the doorway when you opened it, just as you expected—sharp and polished. She wore a tailored navy-blue dress that hugged her frame perfectly. The delicate silver necklace she wore gleamed faintly against the soft light from the hallway, and her blonde hair was styled in gentle waves, barely moving as she shifted her weight. Her lips curled into a small smile as you greeted her, but it wasn’t just any smile. There was something else there, something unspoken.
“Wow,” Alex said, her voice light but genuine. “This looks incredible. And you two, as usual, look…” She trailed off with a slight smirk, her eyes lingering on you for just a beat longer than necessary.
You feel the heat rise in your chest, an unexpected flutter catching your breath as you realize just how aware she is of the way you’re standing, the way you’ve positioned yourself in front of her, and just how aware you are of her eyes on you. Casey, of course, catches it too, and she raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
“We tried,” Casey says, her voice warm as she gestures for Alex to come in. “Come in. Dinner’s almost ready.”
Dinner, in all its simple elegance, was served. The table was adorned with roasted vegetables, creamy mashed potatoes, and seared chicken breast with a delicate garlic sauce. The aroma alone had your stomach rumbling, but you could feel the nervousness building between the three of you. At first, it was all surface-level conversation—the weather, work, the latest case you’d been dealing with—but it wasn’t long before the wine began to flow, and the atmosphere began to shift.
Casey, always the one to take charge of the conversation, filled your glass first, then Alex’s, before taking her own glass and raising it.
“To new beginnings,” she toasted, her voice smooth and confident, as though she’d done this a thousand times before.
You both echoed the toast, and the first glass of wine made the tension ease ever so slightly. But the second glass—well, it made things a little less formal, a little more relaxed.
“So, Alex,” you began, pushing the nerves aside as you took a sip of your wine, “I have to know. How did you handle the trial last week? I’ve heard some rumors that it was… a bit chaotic.”
Alex let out a laugh, the sound light and airy, and there was a playful glint in her eyes. “Chaotic? That’s an understatement,” she said, leaning forward slightly, her fingers brushing the rim of her glass. “It was one of the most ridiculous defense strategies I’ve ever encountered. They kept trying to paint the victim as the villain—ridiculous, right?”
Casey chuckled from across the table, clearly following along. “You know, I think I would’ve gone insane dealing with that. I’d have lost my temper within minutes.”
“Oh, you would’ve,” Alex said, laughing. “I had to bite my tongue more than once. But I kept it together, just like you taught me.”
At that, Casey’s gaze flickered over to you, her eyes catching yours in a way that made your pulse pick up. “Yeah, just like she taught you,” Casey added, her voice carrying a certain undercurrent that you couldn’t ignore. It made your breath hitch ever so slightly.
The wine poured freely, and by the time the third bottle was opened, the conversation had shifted, and the mood had lightened even more. The once-awkward silences were now filled with easy laughter, teasing glances, and subtle, almost imperceptible touches.
It was Alex who broke the ice this time, swirling the wine in her glass with a calculated yet playful tilt of her head. “So, Casey,” she said, her voice low and teasing, “You’ve been giving me advice for years, but you never mentioned how… charming your girlfriend is.”
Your heart skipped at the word, but you didn’t miss the subtle emphasis Alex had put on it. Casey smirked, leaning back slightly in her chair, her eyes flicking toward you before answering.
“I like to think she’s even more charming when she’s got a glass of wine in her hand,” Casey said, her voice smooth but laden with an unspoken challenge.
You couldn’t help but smile, the tension of the evening slowly shifting into something lighter, something electric. Alex’s gaze stayed fixed on you as she leaned forward, her voice playful, but there was an edge to it now. “Is that so?”
The unspoken words lingered between the three of you, heavy with a kind of subtle invitation. Your gaze flickered to Casey’s face, then back to Alex, and for a moment, the room seemed smaller, the air thicker. There was no mistaking the attraction now—the way Alex looked at you, the way Casey’s fingers drummed on the table, the playful tension that had woven its way into every exchange.
“You know,” Alex said after another sip of wine, her voice lighter now, teasing, “You two must be an interesting pair. I imagine there are… stories.” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to you, the subtle flirtation more evident with every word.
Casey chuckled, but there was a knowing smirk on her face. “Oh, there are plenty of stories, trust me,” she said, her eyes now glinting with the same playful energy.
You felt the heat rise in your chest again, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves—it was from something much deeper. Something undeniable.
The conversation continued, now laced with playful innuendos, subtle touches under the table, and glances that made your heart race. The three of you seemed to orbit around one another, the attraction simmering just beneath the surface, the energy thick enough to taste. You found yourself caught between them—every flirtatious comment, every lingering glance building something more, something you hadn’t fully understood before tonight.
As the evening wore on and the wine flowed, you realized this was just the beginning. The easy banter, the shared laughter—it was all there, but now, it was laced with something more. Something more dangerous. And for the first time in days, you felt like maybe this—whatever this was—was exactly where you were meant to be.
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The air in the bedroom was heavy with anticipation, the low hum of desire filling the space as you lay completely bare on the bed. Alex and Casey loomed over you, fully in control, their confidence palpable as they directed every movement, every sound, every ounce of pleasure you felt.
Alex was settled between your legs, her hands firm as they gripped your thighs and spread you wide. She didn’t wait to tease or coax; her tongue dove into your dripping folds with precision, her lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked hard. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your body jerking against her hold, but she pinned you effortlessly.
“Stay still,” Alex demanded, her voice sharp and commanding, muffled slightly as her tongue flicked over your swollen clit. “You’re going to take everything we give you, understood?”
You nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as your hips instinctively rolled against her mouth.
Casey chuckled from her place above you, her hand gripping your jaw and tilting your face to look at her. “Good girl,” she murmured, though her tone held a teasing edge. “So eager, aren’t you?” She leaned down, her lips brushing yours briefly before she slid the strap of her harness over her hip, adjusting it.
With calculated movements, Casey positioned herself above you, the strap-on hovering just over your lips. “Open,” she commanded, her green eyes flashing as she smirked down at you. You obeyed without hesitation, parting your lips to take the tip into your mouth.
Casey let out a soft moan as she pushed further, her hand tangling in your hair to guide your movements. “Look at you,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You love being used, don’t you? Taking my cock like a good little slut.”
The words sent a shiver of heat through you, muffled whimpers escaping as Casey began to thrust into your mouth, her pace slow but deliberate. Her other hand moved to your throat, her thumb pressing gently to feel the bulge as you took her deeper.
Alex, still between your legs, pulled back briefly, her lips glistening with your slick. “She’s so wet, Casey,” Alex said, her voice filled with smug approval. “Dripping all over the sheets. I don’t think she can get enough.”
She punctuated her words by sliding two fingers into you, curling them perfectly as her tongue returned to your clit. The wet sounds of her mouth and the obscene noises from your throat as Casey fucked it filled the room, your muffled moans only spurring them on.
Casey tightened her grip on your hair, pulling your head back slightly. “Are you gonna cum all over Alex’s tongue like the desperate little thing you are?” she taunted, her pace quickening as she thrust deeper into your mouth. “I want to hear you choke on it while you fall apart for us.”
Alex groaned against you, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through your core. “She’s close,” Alex muttered, her fingers pumping into you harder, faster, as her tongue circled your clit relentlessly. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I want to taste every drop.”
Your body tensed, the overwhelming sensations pushing you to the edge. With Casey’s cock fucking your mouth and Alex’s relentless attention between your legs, the tension snapped, and you came with a muffled scream, your entire body trembling as pleasure overtook you.
Alex didn’t stop, her tongue working you through the waves of your orgasm, while Casey stilled for a moment, her cock filling your mouth as she grinned down at you. “That’s my good girl,” she cooed, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “You look so pretty when you’re completely wrecked.”
Your body trembled, still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, but Alex and Casey weren’t finished with you. The bed shifted as Alex moved, her piercing gaze locking onto yours as she wiped her glistening lips with the back of her hand. Meanwhile, Casey wasted no time, her strong hands gripping your hips to flip you onto your stomach before pulling you up onto your knees.
“Don’t think we’re done with you yet,” Casey murmured, her voice dripping with authority. You felt the cool press of the strap-on against your entrance, and then she slammed into you without warning, drawing a cry from your lips. The force of her thrusts was relentless, her pace unyielding as she held you steady, driving deeper with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Casey growled, her hands digging into your hips to keep you exactly where she wanted. “Taking me so well, like the perfect little slut you are.”
Your moans filled the room, muffled as Alex climbed onto the bed and hovered above your face. She cupped your chin, tilting your head to look up at her. “You know what to do,” she said, her tone calm but firm, her confidence radiating as she straddled your face.
You didn’t hesitate, your hands coming up to grip her thighs as you pulled her down to meet your lips. Her taste was intoxicating, her arousal dripping onto your tongue as you licked and sucked, desperate to please her. Alex let out a low moan, her head tilting back as she began to grind against your mouth.
“Just like that,” she praised, her fingers threading into your hair to guide your movements. “Don’t stop until I cum all over that pretty face of yours.”
Casey’s pace quickened, her thrusts slamming into you with an intensity that made your arms tremble as you struggled to hold Alex in place. “Look at you,” Casey taunted, her voice rough with arousal. “Eating Alex’s pussy while I fuck you. You’re so fucking perfect like this, completely at our mercy.”
Your muffled whimpers vibrated against Alex’s core, drawing a sharp gasp from her. “She loves it,” Alex said, her tone smug as she rocked against your tongue. “Don’t you, sweetheart? You love being used by us.”
Casey leaned over you, her hand snaking around to toy with your clit as she continued to pound into you. The combined sensations were overwhelming, your body tightening as another orgasm built rapidly.
“She’s gonna cum again,” Casey announced, her grin evident in her voice. “Do it, baby. Cum all over my cock while you make Alex fall apart.”
Your body obeyed, the overwhelming sensations cresting as you let out a muffled scream, your juices squirting in hot, rhythmic bursts, coating Casey’s thighs and the sheets below. The release left your legs trembling, barely able to hold yourself up as your walls pulsed around the strap-on.
Alex gasped, her hips bucking against your mouth as she followed, her thighs shaking as she ground against your tongue. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice trembling as her orgasm washed over her. “So good for us.”
Casey slowed her thrusts, savoring the way your body clenched around her, a satisfied chuckle escaping her lips as she pulled out. She leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, her fingers lightly brushing over your oversensitive clit, making you jolt.
Alex slid off your face, her breathing heavy as she looked down at you with a smug smile. “You’re such a good little toy for us,” she murmured, her fingers brushing tenderly over your cheek.
Casey’s fingers traced lines of fire down your sides while Alex knelt in front of you, positioning the vibrator that she had taken out with an almost calculated precision. "Keep your eyes on me," she ordered, turning it on with a low hum that vibrated through the air and straight to your core.
The first touch of the device against your clit made you jolt, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Alex grinned, pleased with your reaction, as she held the vibrator in place, watching you squirm beneath her control. “That’s it. Just feel.”
Casey’s grip tightened around your wrists as she pressed her lips to your ear, her voice soft but firm. "Don’t hold back. We want to hear everything."
The sensations came in waves, each one building on the last as Alex adjusted the pressure, her eyes never leaving yours. "You’re gorgeous like this," she murmured, her free hand sliding up to cup your breast, her thumb flicking over your nipple in tandem with the vibrations below.
Your moans grew louder, spilling from your lips uncontrollably, and Casey chuckled darkly behind you. “You’re being so loud, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and warning. Her hand shifted, releasing your wrists only to wrap firmly around your throat.
The pressure was perfect—not enough to scare you but just enough to send a thrilling jolt through your body. "Let’s see if this quiets you down," Casey whispered, her thumb brushing gently against your jaw as she tightened her grip.
The combination of Alex’s relentless control and Casey’s dominating touch left you trembling, gasping for air between waves of pleasure. Alex tilted the vibrator slightly, her precision sending shockwaves through you, and her smirk widened as she watched your body respond. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with control, “take everything we give you.”
Casey’s hand on your throat kept you grounded, her firm grip a reminder of her authority as her lips brushed against your ear. "You’re perfect like this," she whispered, her voice steady and commanding.
The intense sensations continued unabated as the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against your over-sensitized clit, Alex's deft fingers never ceasing their relentless stimulation. Behind you, Casey's grip on your throat remained firm, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered filthy encouragements.
"Look at you, dripping all over her hands, her toy," Casey purred, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Such a pretty little thing, coming undone for us."
Alex glanced down, watching your essence gush out around the vibrator, coating her fingers and dripping onto the bed. She smiled wickedly, her eyes glinting with lust and something almost feral. "That's it, you. Cum again. Drench us with it."
Casey's fingers crept lower, teasing your entrance, feeling the slick heat pouring from you. She pressed a single finger inside, pumping it slowly, matching the rhythm of the vibrator against your clit. "Fuck, you're so tight," she groaned, adding a second finger, stretching you around the intrusion.
Alex leaned in, her lips brushing yours, her tongue delving into your mouth. She swallowed your cries, your whimpers, as she kissed you deeply, passionately, her fingers never stopping their relentless stimulation.
Casey's other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh. She pinched your nipple hard, rolling the stiff peak between her fingers, sending jolts of sensation straight to your core.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, your body shaking and trembling, you could only cling to them as they pushed you ruthlessly towards another peak. The vibrator, their fingers, their touches, their kisses—it was all too much, and yet not enough. You wanted to beg them to stop, to never cease, to ruin you for anyone else.
"Come on, you," Alex coaxed, her voice low and rough with arousal. "Give us one more. Squeeze the life out of our fingers, baby."
Casey's grip on your throat tightened slightly, her hips grinding harder against your backside. "That's it, sweetheart. You're ours. Only ours."
Dizzy with sensation, you teetered on the brink, your body coiled tight, ready to shatter. And then, with a silent scream, you did. Your sex
Your inner walls clamped down hard around Alex's fingers, fluttering and spasming as another intense orgasm ripped through you. A fresh gush of liquid flooded out, drenching Alex's hand and the vibrator, dripping down your thighs to pool on the bedsheet below.
"Fuck yes, that's it," Alex groaned, feeling your pussy clench and quiver around her digits, your juices soaking her. She pumped her fingers faster, fucking you through your climax, drawing out your pleasure.
Behind you, Casey held you tight, her grip on your throat and hip unyielding as she felt your body shake and tremble. "God, you're exquisite like this," she rasped, her voice thick with desire. "Coming so hard, drenching us, giving us everything."
Alex pulled back slightly, taking in the debauched sight of you—hair mussed, lips kiss-swollen, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She grinned wickedly, your essence dripping from her chin. "Look at the mess you've made, you. Such a naughty girl, coming all over us like this."
Casey chuckled darkly, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with her tongue. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll clean you up, taste every drop." Her hand slid from your hip to your sex, fingers gliding through the slick mess, collecting your release.
As your climax began to ebb, Alex turned off the vibrator and withdrew it, setting it aside. Casey's fingers left your dripping sex, trailing up your body to join Alex's in cupping your face. Both women leaned in, their lips meeting yours, sharing the flavor of your pleasure in a deep, filthy kiss.
Together, they lowered you back onto the bed, their bodies blanketing yours, their touches soothing and possessive. Alex and Casey exchanged a look over your trembling form, a silent communication passing between them. Then Alex smiled down at you, slow and satisfied.
"Such a good girl," she purred, stroking your cheek. "You did so well, baby. Came so beautifully for us."
Casey nodded in agreement, her hand sliding down your body, coming to rest low on your belly. "You're perfect, you know that? Ours now, completely and utterly ours."