He brings me to the edge and holds me there, backing off every time I get close. Breck and Enzo take turns kissing me, touching me, whispering filthy promises about what they’re going to do to me.
“Ansel—” I’m shaking now, desperate.
His mouth returns with renewed purpose, and this time, he doesn’t stop.
I come apart with a gasp, my entire body convulsing. Waves crash over me, and they hold me through it, murmuring praise and encouragement.
Before I’ve fully recovered, Ansel’s hands grip my hips, turning me onto my stomach. “On your knees.”
The command in his voice makes my pussy throb with need. I push myself up onto all fours, still trembling from my orgasm.
Ansel moves to kneel in front of me, his hand cupping my jaw. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I can see how hard he is, how much he wants this. “I need your mouth.”
Behind me, I feel Enzo’s hands on my hips, positioning himself. The anticipation makes my breath catch.
“Can you take both of us like this?” Ansel’s eyes search mine, dark with desire but checking, always checking.
“Yes.” My voice comes out breathless.
Ansel guides himself to my mouth, and I open for him. The taste of him floods my senses as he slides past my lips slowly, giving me time to adjust.
Enzo enters me from behind at the same moment, and the overwhelming fullness makes me moan around Ansel. The vibration travels through him, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, Remy.” Ansel’s control is already fraying. “Your mouth?—”
Enzo sets a rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward onto Ansel. The position means I’m completely at their mercy, taking what they give me, and the surrender of it makes my center clench with longing.
I hollow my cheeks, working Ansel with my tongue, and his groan of pleasure makes me clench around Enzo.
“She just got tighter.” Enzo’s voice is strained. “She likes this.”
Breck’s hand slides beneath me, finding my clit. His fingers circle and tease, and I gasp around Ansel again, my arms nearly buckling.
Breck’s other hand steadies me, keeping me in position. “You’re taking them both so perfectly. You’re perfect mouth and your pretty little pussy.”
The praise, combined with the sensations, overwhelms me. I’m filled from both ends, Breck’s fingers working magic, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
Enzo’s thrusts become deeper, more demanding. Each one drives me onto Ansel, creating a rhythm that has all three of us groaning.
“Look at me.” Ansel’s voice is rough. “I want to see your eyes when I come.”
I meet his gaze, and the intensity in his blue eyes nearly undoes me. His hand tightens in my hair, not painful but possessive, and I can see him losing the battle with his control.
“Remy—” His warning comes out strangled. “I’m?—”
I take him deeper, humming my permission, and he breaks. His release fills my mouth with a groan that sounds torn from his chest, and I swallow, never breaking eye contact.
The sight of him coming apart because of me sends me over the edge. I clench around Enzo, and Breck’s fingers work faster, and suddenly, I’m shattering.
Enzo’s pace becomes erratic. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He follows me with a curse, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself inside me.
For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, all of us breathing hard. Then Ansel carefully withdraws, and Enzo helps me down onto the bed.
My arms and legs are shaking. I’m boneless, wrecked in the best way.
Breck is already stripping off his clothes, his eyes dark with want. “You’re incredible. You know that?”
