The five-star hotel on the outskirts of Chicago was a haven of luxury, with polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and views of the city skyline. The presidential suite, booked by Helen with Vatican funds, offered silk sheets and warm lighting, a stark contrast to the recent battles in Hawkins. Cassian, Helen, and Terri had settled there after closing the Upside Down portal, seeking a moment of calm before their next mission. The room smelled of jasmine and the electricity of the desire now consuming them.
Cassian lay in the center of the king-size bed, his tanned skin gleaming under the amber light. Helen, with her loose blonde hair and sharp green eyes, leaned over him, her lips brushing his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt. Terri, with her dark skin and defined muscles, slid beside him, her fingers tracing his waist, unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate motion.
"You look fucking good," Terri said, her voice husky as she tugged his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. "Ready for us?"
Cassian smirked, his breathing quickening. "Always ready," he replied, his hand reaching for Terri's ass, squeezing it firmly. "But you, Helen, come here."
Helen laughed, climbing up his body until she straddled his chest, her wet pussy brushing against his skin. "Not so fast," she said, leaning down to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth hungrily. "I want to play first."
Terri, wasting no time, leaned over Cassian's cock, licking the tip with slow, teasing strokes. "Damn, this is big," she murmured before taking him into her mouth, sucking with a mix of softness and urgency. Cassian groaned, his hands gripping Helen's hips as she moved, grinding against him.
"Fuck, Terri," Cassian gasped, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Keep that up, and I won't last."
Helen, smiling, turned to look at Terri. "Don't let him finish yet," she said, her voice laced with mischief. "I want my turn."
Terri glanced up, her mouth still on him, and winked. "Patience, blondie. There's enough for both of us."
Helen slid down, positioning herself next to Terri. They shared his cock, their tongues intertwining as they licked and sucked, their moans blending with Cassian's. He watched them, his body tense with pleasure, and reached for Helen's pussy, slipping two fingers inside, moving them rhythmically. "You're soaked," he said, his voice low.
"For you," Helen replied, moaning as Terri kissed her, their hands exploring each other's breasts. "Shit, Terri, touch me."
Terri obeyed, pinching Helen's nipples while continuing to suck Cassian. The trio moved in sync, a chaos of skin, sweat, and desire. Cassian, on the edge, stopped them. "I want to fuck you both," he said, his voice firm. "Now."
Helen lay back, spreading her legs. "Come here, then," she said, inviting him. Cassian positioned himself, entering her pussy with a slow but firm thrust, making her gasp. Terri, beside them, touched herself, her fingers moving quickly as she watched.
"Fuck, that's hot," Terri said, leaning in to kiss Helen, their tongues dancing as Cassian thrust, each stroke deeper. Helen dug her nails into his back, her moans echoing through the suite.
"Faster," she begged, and Cassian complied, speeding up until she screamed, her orgasm shaking her. He pulled out, panting, and Terri took him, guiding him to her. "My turn," she said, riding him hard, her tight pussy enveloping him.
"You're incredible," Cassian growled, his hands on her hips as she moved, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Helen, recovering, joined in, kissing Terri and rubbing her clit, intensifying the pleasure.
"Come on, Terri, cum for him," Helen whispered, and Terri did, her body trembling as she screamed. Cassian, at his limit, let go, his orgasm exploding as he spilled inside Terri, the three collapsing in a tangle of bodies.
Minutes later, panting, Helen laughed softly, resting on Cassian's chest. "Damn, I needed that," she said, her voice satisfied. "Hawkins had me on edge."
Terri, stroking Cassian's arm, nodded. "A good fuck fixes everything. But don't get used to it, boy."
Cassian smiled, kissing both their foreheads. "I make no promises."
Hours later, the four of them were having lunch at the hotel's restaurant, seated at a table by a window overlooking Lake Michigan. The midday sun shone brightly, and the mood was light, though tinged with the looming weight of their departure. Jill, in a black t-shirt and jeans, cut into her steak, while Helen, in an elegant dress, jotted notes in a notebook. Terri, in a leather jacket, sipped coffee, and Cassian, in a blue shirt, stared thoughtfully at his plate of pasta.
"So, what's the plan?" Jill asked, wiping her mouth. "The Vatican wants us in Rome for a case, but they didn't give details."
Helen closed her notebook. "Something about an artifact. It's not urgent, but we need to stop by New York first. There's a contact who wants to meet."
Terri frowned. "A mission with no info? That smells like trouble."
"As always," Cassian said, taking a sip of water. "But there's something else. Susie called me."
Jill raised an eyebrow. "Susie? The girl you saved?"
Cassian nodded, remembering Susie, the teenager he had rescued from a brutal killer in a case that marked him. Since then, she had developed clairvoyance, seeing the dead, and Cassian had helped her control it, training her to manage the visions that tormented her. They hadn't seen each other in months, but Helen had told him, upon returning from another dimension, that Susie was looking for him. "Yeah. She wants to talk to me. Says she met someone and needs to introduce me to them."
Helen, cutting her salad, looked at him. "Did she give you any details? Susie's not one to call for nothing."
"Not much," Cassian admitted. "Just that it's important and that she's somewhere up north. She didn't specify where."
Terri leaned in, intrigued. "You think it's about her visions? Did she see something?"
"Maybe," Cassian said. "Her powers are strong. If she's nervous, it's something big."
Jill set her fork down, thoughtful. "We could detour before New York. If Susie needs help, we owe her."
Helen nodded. "I agree."
Cassian looked out the window, the lake reflecting the sky. "Then it's settled. We're going to find Susie."
That afternoon, the four of them set off in a black SUV, leaving the hotel's luxury behind. The drive was quiet, with Terri at the wheel and Helen navigating, while Cassian and Jill checked their weapons in the backseat. The road wound through forests and small towns, cool air drifting through the windows. After several hours, they arrived at a modest house in a village surrounded by pines and mist. Susie was waiting on the porch, her brown hair loose, her blue eyes shining with a mix of relief and anxiety.
"Cassian," she said, hugging him. "Thank you for coming."
"Always," he replied, smiling. "What's going on, Susie? You sound worried."
She gestured to a girl beside her, with dark hair and an intense gaze, a mix of fear and bravery in her expression. "This is who I wanted you to meet," Susie said, her voice low. "We have a lot to talk about."