“I want to taste every inch of you.” His tongue traces a path up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I’m aching.
Breck’s hands cup my breasts through the lace, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak against the fabric. "Eyes open, Little Genius. I want you to watch him devour that pretty pussy."
I force my eyes open, looking down at Enzo kneeling between my legs. His shoulders are broad between my thighs, muscles flexing as he grips my hips and pulls me closer to his mouth. The intensity in his gaze as he finally lowers his mouth to me makes my back arch.
The first touch of his tongue is electric. He licks a broad stripe up my center, groaning like he’s tasting something divine. The vibration travels straight through me. Then he circles my clit with maddening lightness, never quite giving me what I need.
“Enzo, please?—”
He pulls back and arches an eyebrow.
“Your mouth. More. I need—” The words dissolve into a gasp as he sucks my clit between his lips.
My bound hands strain toward Enzo, fingers flexing. I need to touch him, to give something back, but Breck catches my wrists and lifts them up and back, looping them around his neck. The position arches my spine, thrusting my chest forward, and I feel utterly exposed under Enzo’s darkening gaze.
“Not yet.” Breck’s lips brush my temple. “Right now, you just take what he gives you.”
Enzo’s tongue flattens against my center, and then he circles my clit once, twice, and then three times. I choke on his name, the syllables fracturing into something incoherent.
“Just like that.” Breck’s words rumble against my back. “Let him know how fucking good that tongue feels.”
Enzo’s tongue continues to move—broad strokes that make my breath catch, then focused pressure that has me gasping. Two fingers slide inside me, moving to find the spot that makes my toes curl. My hips jerk up, seeking more, but Breck’s hand presses firmly against my lower abdomen.
“Stay still, Little Genius.” Breck’s command is gentle but firm. “Let him do the work.”
The loss of control, being held in place while Enzo eats my pussy, makes everything more intense. I can’t move, can’t escape the relentless pleasure. All I can do is take what he’s giving me.
The combination of Breck’s hands on my breasts, his solid presence behind me, and Enzo’s relentless mouth pushes me higher and higher. I can feel the orgasm building, tension coiling tight in my core.
Enzo adds a third finger, stretching me, and the slight burn mixes with pleasure in a way that makes me dizzy. His mouth latches onto my clit with perfect suction, tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers pump in and out. Breck pinches my nipples through the lace hard enough to make me gasp, and the tension feels so intense that I can’t breathe.
I come apart with a cry, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me. Enzo doesn’t stop, working me through it with his mouth and fingers until I’m oversensitive, my thighs trembling around his head. He finally pulls back, his chin glistening, and the satisfied smirk on his face is almost as devastating as what he just did to me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Breck shifts behind me, his hands moving to untie my wrists. The silk falls away, and he massages where it was bound, soothing any potential discomfort.
“You okay?” His question is soft against my temple.
“More than okay.” I turn my head to kiss him.
Enzo stands, stripping off his shirt and jeans. His cock strains against his boxer briefs, and there is a wet spot where he’s already leaking. Then he’s back on the bed, pulling me away from Breck and into his arms.
“My turn to taste you.” I push him onto his back, trailing kisses down his chest, following the path of his tattoos with my tongue.
His muscles flex under my mouth as I work my way lower. I trace the circuit board patterns on his ribs, the equations that wind around his hip. When I reach the waistband of his boxer briefs, I look up at him.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide.
I pull his boxer briefs down, freeing him. He’s hard and thick, the head flushed dark and already wet. My mouth waters. I wrap my hand around him, stroking once, twice, watching his face as his jaw clenches.
“Remy…” My name breaks on a groan as I lower my mouth to him.
I take him slowly, adjusting to his size. He’s thick enough that my lips stretch around him, and I have to breathe through my nose as I take him deeper. His hand tangles in my hair; not guiding, just holding, grounding himself. I work him with my mouth and hand, reacting to what makes him gasp, what makes his hips jerk, what pulls those beautiful broken sounds from his throat.
Behind me, I feel the bed dip as Breck moves. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my legs wider apart. Then his mouth is on me, and I moan around Enzo.
The vibration makes Enzo curse. “Fuck. Do that again.”
Breck’s tongue swirls around my entrance, then dips inside, and I can’t help the sounds I make. The sensation of pleasuring Enzo while Breck pleasures me is overwhelming in the best way.
