Chapter 31
E nzo carries me to my room, then carefully sets my feet on the floor. He smiles when I cross my arms and furrow my brow. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re trying to be pissed.”
“I am pissed.” I put as much fire as I can into my answer, but he knows it’s bullshit.
He stands behind me, pulling me to him and I feel how hard he is. His hand covers my throat and his thumb presses against my pulse. “Excited. Intrigued. Aroused. But not pissed, angel.” He kisses my cheek and disappears to the closet. “Stay put.”
I hear a drawer or two open, then close before he returns with a thin, silk nightgown. It looks so small in his large hands and it’s a beautiful shade of magenta. One of my favorite colors. It’s just above knee length with a revealing slit up one side. Trimmed in matching lace with thin straps. It’s so pretty.
“Arms up, beautiful.” Enzo’s voice is low and husky and floods through me.
He removes Jax’s shirt and it drops to the floor. His thumbs gently run over my pebbled nipples, and I suck in a breath. He helps me into the nightgown, his hands slowly mapping my curves with appreciation.
“You won’t need these.” He whispers against the shell of my ear. With his hands splayed on my hips, he slowly drags my panties down, kneeling as he goes. I step out of them, and he firmly rubs each of my ass cheeks, massaging them and moving his strong hands in a circle. “Fuck, Delaney.” He kisses one side, his grip firmer as he keeps rubbing my ass. He peppers kisses on the other side before he stands and spins me to face him. “I’m going to need to be in this ass soon.”
“Holy shit.”
His body pushes me against the counter. His hand holds the back of my neck as one holds my thigh, lifting my leg so he can grind his hard cock against my bare pussy. Enzo’s tongue pushes into my mouth and I whimper into his. “Thank fuck, Jax needs a few minutes to get ready.”
I chuckle and he moves to my jaw, then my neck. His dick sliding against me. He lowers one of the straps of my nighty and sucks on my nipple. I bow my back and drop my head. Scratching my nails against his scalp as he lights my body on fire.
He drops my leg and lowers the other strap, exposing both breasts and lavishing them with his hands and skillful mouth. “Enzo,” I pant, wanting him to touch me but my plea makes him pull away. Fixing the straps and helping me stand up straight again.
“Just one more final touch.” He raises my hand, kissing my knuckles and opens a drawer next to us.
I smile and shake my head at the contents. “Do you guys have lube stashed in every corner of this house?”
“Pretty much.” He smirks, looking through the drawer for something specific. He pockets a small bottle then retrieves a peach color tube that looks like lip gloss. “Turn around.”
I watch in the mirror as he squeezes a small amount of product onto his thick middle finger, and I can only hope he’s about to put me out of my misery and slide that into my wanting pussy.
“Lift your gown so I can see that pretty cunt,” Enzo commands, his voice steady and firm. He exudes control, and I feel myself surrendering to it, letting go of every thought as his will becomes my own.
I do as I’m told, the soft fabric brushing against my skin as I raise the gown. A low, approving moan rumbles in his throat, and I shiver under his gaze. Reaching around me with one hand, he uses two fingers to part my folds gently. His middle finger brushes against my clit, spreading a clear gel that immediately warms and tingles as it touches me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I lean back against him, my head resting on his shoulder. My eyes flutter shut, and a wave of pleasure courses through me.
It feels surreal—like dreams really do come true.
Enzo continues to circle my clit with slow, deliberate movements, the gel amplifying every sensation. His touch is firm but teasing, dipping just inside me before retreating, leaving me desperate for more.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs, pulling his finger away. I gasp at the loss of contact, but before I can protest, he presses his finger to my bottom lip, coating it with my arousal. His slate-gray eyes meet mine in the mirror, dark with desire. “Don’t lick your lips,” he warns, his tone carrying a promise of punishment if I disobey. The temptation to test him flits through my mind, but the anticipation of what’s to come outweighs it.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the table where Jax is arranging a platter of sliced peaches and a small bowl of caramel. There’s a single chair with a suctioned bar and a soft pillow at one end. The setup feels both elaborate and intimate.
“Jax says there’s only one way you like to drink bourbon,” Enzo says, his lips quirking into a smirk as he hands me over to Jax.
Jax holds a bottle of dark-amber bourbon in one hand, his gaze traveling the length of my body. He takes a slow swig, then steps closer, gripping my hair and tilting my head back. His mouth crashes against mine, the taste of bourbon and heat igniting something deep within me.
We both moan—his low and guttural, appreciating the gift Enzo left for him on my lips. As the bourbon trickles from the corner of my mouth, Jax doesn’t let a single drop go to waste. His tongue follows the trail, licking me clean before he pulls back, his dark-brown eyes smoldering.
“On the table, baby,” he commands, his voice rough but full of promise.
The liquor warms me from the inside out, and the gel Enzo used between my legs has my clit pulsing with need. I already know that as soon as Jax’s mouth touches me, I’ll come undone.
Jax places the bourbon on the table, revealing the carefully arranged platter of peaches and caramel. Enzo adds a bottle of lube to the mix, and together they move to either side of me. Enzo lifts the hem of my nightgown, ensuring it doesn’t bunch beneath me as Jax gently helps me onto the table.
“Lay down, arms above your head, angel,” Enzo instructs, his tone soft but commanding.
I rest my head on the pillow, my arms reaching for the bar suctioned to the table. Before I can process what’s happening, a pair of soft wrist cuffs are secured around my wrists, fastening me to the bar. My heart pounds, both from the vulnerability and the undeniable thrill of what’s about to happen.
Jax picks up a slice of peach from the platter, popping it into his mouth with a smirk at Enzo who grabs Jax’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. They share a glance—something unspoken but charged passing between them. Jax licks his thumb clean, his cocky grin firmly in place.
Enzo’s warm hands trail up my thighs, spreading them gently. “Let your knees fall to the side, angel,” he murmurs.
I comply, my breath hitching as their gazes roam over my exposed body. The hem of my nightgown rests high on my hips, leaving me completely bare beneath their scrutiny.
Enzo takes a seat in the chair positioned at the end of the table, his large hands caressing the soft skin of my inner thighs. “You have all the control here, Delaney,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “If you want us to stop, just say it. Okay?”
He leans forward to kiss my leg, his lips warm and gentle against my skin. The intimacy of the gesture contrasts sharply with the raw heat in the room.
Jax’s hands move to my breasts, kneading them through the silk of my nightgown before pinching one nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My back arches instinctively, a soft moan escaping me.
“Words, Peach,” Jax urges gently. “If you want us to stop, we need to hear you say it.”
I smirk despite the haze of desire clouding my mind. “Should I use a safe word? Like spatula?”
Enzo chuckles, his grin matching mine, while Jax rolls his eyes. Their banter is grounding, a reminder of the trust woven into this moment.
“Just relax, okay?” Enzo says, his gaze holding mine. His gray eyes are intense, filled with desire and reassurance.
Jax steps to Enzo’s side, watching as his hands slide up the back of Jax’s legs. Enzo leans forward, pressing soft kisses to Jax’s abdomen, inching lower with each one. Jax’s hands thread into Enzo’s dark hair, his fingers tightening as he tilts his head back, his breath hitching.
The waistband of Jax’s pants dips lower on one side, revealing the deep V of his pelvis. Enzo’s lips trace the lines of his hips, his tongue darting out to taste his skin.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Jax groans, his voice rough with need.
Enzo doesn’t respond, his focus unbroken as he moves to the other side, the tension thickening as the fabric lowers further. The dark trail of hair leading downward grows more visible, teasing what’s to come.
When Jax’s pants finally drop, Enzo takes him fully into his mouth in one swift motion. A deep, guttural moan escapes Jax as Enzo works him skillfully, his hand gripping the base as his tongue swirls along the shaft. Jax’s stomach muscles clench, and his hands tighten in Enzo’s hair.
“Christ, Enz,” Jax breathes, his body trembling under the assault of pleasure.
Enzo licks a long, deliberate line up Jax’s length before pausing to drizzle a spoonful of warm caramel syrup over him. The rich amber liquid glides down Jax’s skin, and Enzo follows its path with his tongue, licking him clean as Jax groans above him.
When Enzo stands, his lips find mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss. The taste of caramel lingers on his tongue, mingling with the heat of his breath. My body reacts instinctively, my back arching off the table as I press closer to him.
Jax moves to my side, his breath warm against my skin as he blows gently over my center. I let out a soft moan, and Enzo swallows the sound, deepening our kiss. The tension between us crackles, and when Enzo finally pulls back, I’m left panting, my chest heaving.
He sits up, his hands braced on either side of me. My gaze drops to where Jax is behind him, his hand sliding into Enzo’s pants to stroke him. Enzo’s head falls forward, a groan rumbling in his throat.
“Let me see,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire.
Enzo’s gaze locks with mine, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “You want to see my pretty dick, angel?”
I nod, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. His finger slips into my mouth, and I suck on it, my eyes never leaving his.
Jax lowers Enzo’s pants, and his heavy cock falls free, brushing against my exposed core. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I gasp, my body trembling.
Jax’s hand wraps around Enzo, stroking him slowly as his lips trail over Enzo’s shoulders. With a wicked grin, Jax slaps Enzo’s cock against my clit, the rhythm teasing and torturous. Each tap sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and my legs twitch involuntarily.
Enzo’s grip on my jaw tightens, his pupils blown wide as he groans. “We’re going to taste so fucking good together.”
Turning to face Jax, Enzo commands, “Sit.” Jax immediately obeys, sinking into the chair and pulling Enzo’s cock into his mouth. His movements are eager, his head bobbing as he takes Enzo in deeply, eliciting another moan.
“Can you taste her pussy on me, baby?” Enzo asks, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Jax pauses long enough to hum an answer, but Enzo doesn’t let him linger. He pulls back, stepping aside and gesturing for Jax to move closer to me.
“Taste her for yourself,” Enzo says, his voice low and deliberate.
Jax’s eyes darken as he reaches for the spoon of warm caramel. Holding my gaze, he lets the syrup drip onto my center, the warmth spreading over my sensitive skin. The first touch of his tongue is slow, deliberate, and utterly maddening. He keeps his eyes on mine, the heat in his stare making my breath hitch.
Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as Jax’s tongue swirls around my clit, his movements purposeful and reverent. My pulse thrums in time with his strokes, the pleasure building with each passing second.
“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Enzo murmurs, lowering the strap of my nightgown to expose one breast. He picks up a partially frozen peach slice from the platter and presses it against my nipple. The cold shock makes me gasp, and he immediately soothes the sensitive skin with his warm mouth.
Jax’s worshipful attention on my pussy combined with Enzo’s skilled ministrations to my breast sends me spiraling. My moans fill the room, unrestrained and desperate. I feel like I’m on the edge of falling into the best pleasure of my life.
Enzo shifts his attention from my breast to my other nipple, his mouth warm and wet as he licks and sucks. The frozen peach slice drips slightly against my skin, the cold trailing down to where Jax’s tongue is working magic. The sensations collide, a heady mix of heat and chill that leaves me trembling.
Jax pauses just long enough to whisper against my skin, “So fucking sweet, Peach.” His voice is rough, reverent, and it sends another wave of arousal crashing over me.
Enzo straightens, watching Jax as he devours me. His gray eyes darken, the intensity of his gaze making my breath catch. He reaches into his pocket, retrieving a bottle of lube and squeezing a small amount onto his palm. With deliberate movements, he strokes himself, his head falling back as he exhales sharply.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” Enzo says, his voice thick with desire. “Spread out for us, taking every touch we give you.”
Jax lifts his head, his lips glistening as he grins up at Enzo. “She’s fucking perfect,” he says, his fingers sliding inside me with ease. My back arches off the table as he curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, the words spilling from me without thought. My hands tug against the cuffs securing me to the bar, desperate for something to hold onto.
Enzo chuckles low in his throat. “She’s so eager, isn’t she?” His tone is teasing, but the hunger in his eyes is undeniable.
“Fuck.” Enzo opens his mouth and exhales his pleasure. Fisting Jax’s hair again, Enzo pulls him off me, and I complain.
“You want his mouth back, angel?” Enzo asks but doesn’t wait for my answer. He licks Jax’s lips and then kisses him deeply, still sliding his hand along his cock. “Let’s cool your little Peach down first. Then I’ll let you have your dessert back.” Enzo nods to the plate, and Jax takes a frozen slice of fruit.
I anticipate it on my pussy, but the intensity of it touching me wrenches a pleasured yelp. He rubs it around me, and I move my hips, only to have Jax stop and hold me still with one hand. “Don’t move, Peach.”
He keeps his grip on me and watches me while he rubs the frozen peach around my clit. He’s going to fucking make me come with it, and one side of his mouth lifts when he sees I realize it. “Yeah, you’re going to come for us, Dels. So fucking much.” Within seconds, the orgasm washes over me in warm waves. I arch my back at the intensity, heightened by the cream Enzo prepared me with.
“Goddamn, that’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever watched.” Jax makes sure to run the cold peach slowly up my slit, making my legs twitch when he flicks it on my throbbing clit. He feeds the peach, covered in my juices, to Enzo, who makes sure to suck Jax’s fingers as he takes it.
“Fuck, she tastes sweeter than I thought she ever could,” Enzo says, chewing the peach and swallowing it, then leaning down to kiss Jax. “Are you ready to have some cream with your peach?” Enzo bites Jax’s lip, tugging on it.
Jax whimpers his answer and I nearly lose it at the sound.
“Give me your fingers.” Enzo grabs the lube and drips it onto three of Jax’s fingers. “Now get your mouth on her cunt and show me how badly you want to taste us.” Enzo fists Jax’s hair and pushes his face to my pussy.
Jax eats like he’s been starving for a month. I call out… for anyone. Jax. Enzo. God.
Enzo pumps his hand along his cock, watching Jax and my face. “Don’t come, Delaney. Not until I tell you that you can come,” he commands, panting as his arousal builds. It’s now that I realize what’s happening.
It’s a scene from one of my books—the billionaire boss and ex-fiancé crossover story. They’re recreating it, adding their own twist with the peaches and caramel sauce. The realization sends a shiver through me, the line between fantasy and reality blurring in the most delicious way.
I moan and close my eyes, pulling on the cuffs as pleasure coils tight in my belly.
“I’ll spank that pretty cunt for being a brat, so don’t fucking push me, Delaney,” Enzo warns, his grip firm on Jax’s hair as he devours me. The threat—a tantalizing promise—makes me tremble. “Jax, oh God.” Enzo’s head falls back, his mouth open as he groans. His hips pulse forward, his cock sliding through his hand.
“Ah, fuck, Jax. Give me another one.” His voice is hoarse, and I know he’s teetering on the edge, just as I am.
Jax’s fingers press against Enzo’s ass, sliding in smoothly. The deep groan from Enzo matches the mounting pleasure building inside me.
“Please,” I cry out as Jax nips at my clit, the swelling orgasm impossible to hold back. His expert mouth and fingers combined with Enzo’s commanding presence have me unraveling.
“You want his fingers too?” Enzo asks, his voice heavy with approval.
I nod, my wrists straining against the cuffs. “Yes. Please.”
“Go ahead, baby,” Enzo grants permission. “You’re giving me three—let’s give our queen three as well.”
It’s heaven and hell wrapped into one. Jax can make me come in thirty seconds flat, and we’ve timed it before. Yet, the ache between my legs is insatiable, and I want nothing more than to let go.
Jax curls his fingers inside me, his tongue maintaining its relentless rhythm. The tempo builds as my legs tremble uncontrollably. “Oh my God,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as I teeter on the brink. “I’m going to?—”
“I’m warning you, angel.” Enzo’s voice cuts through, tight and commanding. “Not yet, baby.” He fists Jax’s hair, guiding his movements. “Fuck.” His breathing grows ragged as he works his cock faster, his knuckles white with the effort.
“Enzo…” My voice is a desperate plea.
“I know, angel. Just—ah.” Enzo’s words dissolve into a guttural groan as he pulls Jax’s head back by his fisted hair, spilling his warm release against my pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, the wet heat pushing me closer to the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Jax. Harder,” Enzo gasps, shuddering as the last waves of his orgasm crash over him. Jax works his ass and keeps his pulsing fingers in my pussy. This man can do anything.
I’m writhing, pulling against the cuffs, the ache for release unbearable. “Enzo, please. Let me come. Please,” I beg, my voice cracking with need.
Enzo smirks, his hand still tangled in Jax’s hair. “Now eat that pussy drenched in my cum, Jax. Drink your peaches and cream until she drowns you.”
Jax doesn’t hesitate, diving back in with renewed fervor. If I thought he was devouring me before, I was sorely mistaken. His tongue is relentless, his fingers pistoning into me deeper, harder. My legs tremble violently, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain.
“Enzo, please,” I cry out, my walls tightening around Jax’s fingers. “Let me come. Please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” Enzo murmurs, leaning over me. He runs a lubed finger up the curve of my ass, pressing gently against my hole. His other hand cups my breast, squeezing as his finger slides into me.
“You can come, angel,” he finally allows, his voice a low growl. “Come while I finger your pretty ass and get it ready for my big cock.”
I nearly go into orbit.
“The next time I fuck you, I’m going to bury my dick in your ass, angel,” Enzo promises, his voice dripping with raw need. His words are a spark, igniting the orgasm that crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body tightens around Jax’s fingers, trembling with every stroke as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.
They play my body like an instrument, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from me with perfect precision. I lose all sense of time, my cries filling the room as my hips move instinctively, seeking more.
“Give us another one, angel,” Enzo commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as his mouth closes over my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple while Jax’s tongue keeps its relentless pace. My body obeys their demand, another orgasm barreling through me, leaving me breathless and boneless on the table.
“That’s it,” Enzo praises, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulls his finger from me. Jax replaces it seamlessly, keeping me full as his mouth continues to worship me. The sensations are overwhelming—too much, yet not enough all at once.
“Jax,” I whimper, my hands straining against the cuffs as his teeth graze my clit, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Jax replies, his rich brown eyes locking with mine. “One more, baby. Fall over the edge with me, Dels.”
Enzo drops to his knees. His mouth devouring Jax who takes a second to relish in the pleasure. His mouth drops open as a gasp leaves him. He closes his eyes before opening them and returning his attention to me.
The edge feels razor-thin, my body trembling violently as Jax’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot. His tongue flicks over my clit with maddening precision, coaxing the orgasm he wants from me.
“Come with me, Peach,” Jax murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin as he grunts against Enzo’s mouth and tongue working his cock. His words are my undoing.
My body shatters, the orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me sobbing with relief. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I arch off the table, every nerve ending alight. Jax doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers milking every last tremor from me until I’m trembling, spent, and utterly broken.
“Fuck me,” Jax breathes, sitting back in the chair, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I blink, struggling to focus as my vision clears. Enzo stands, his cock still hard as he drags it along my swollen core, drawing a soft moan from me.
My vagina is a whore. I’ve been wrecked by orgasms, yet my pussy clenches, hungry for another.
Enzo leans over me, his hand sliding under my neck as he kisses me deeply. Jax’s cum is still in his mouth, and the salty tang mixes with the taste of my arousal. I moan into the kiss, my body reacting instinctively, craving their touch despite being utterly spent.
Cum drips from the corner of my mouth, just like the bourbon earlier. Jax leans over, his thumb swiping the droplet before pressing it to my lips. I suck it clean without hesitation, and his dark-brown eyes smolder with heat.
“Good girl,” Jax murmurs, his voice full of approval. His lips find mine, his kiss hungry as he devours me, tasting both of us on my tongue.
Enzo shifts lower, positioning himself at my entrance. His hands grip my hips, his strength undeniable as he pulls me to the edge of the table. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely.
The stretch burns in the best possible way, and I cry out, my hands gripping the bar above me. “Oh, God. Enzo.”
“You take me so well, angel,” he growls, his grip tightening on my hips as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drives me higher, the pleasure overwhelming after everything they’ve already given me.
Jax watches from above, his hand stroking my cheek. “Look at you, Peach. So fucking perfect for us.”
Their touches linger like a brand on my skin, I realize something undeniable: with them, I don’t just feel alive—I feel claimed, seen, and utterly unstoppable. But as I take Enzo’s pounding cock, wholly spent but craving–needing more, a small, nagging thought whispers in the back of my mind: we’re not complete yet. And I feel that vacancy on the other side of me, knowing only one person can make us whole.