Chapter 18 Remy
Remy
Enzo crosses the space between us in two strides, his hands framing my face as he kisses me. There’s nothing gentle about it. This is hunger and possession and everything we’ve been building toward.
Breck appears behind me. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me back against him, and I’m caught between them. The heat of their bodies surrounds me, and for a moment, I can’t think, can’t breathe. I can only feel.
Enzo pulls back, his eyes searching mine. Without a word, he extends his hand.
I take it.
Breck’s fingers lace through mine on the other side, and they guide me down the hallway to the main suite, the room they had given me, since it was the biggest.
The suite is massive, dominated by a bed that could fit five people comfortably.
The shopping bags from today sit on the dresser where I left them. Enzo’s gaze flicks to them, then back to me, and I catch the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Stay here.” He crosses to the bags, rifling through until he finds what he’s looking for—a cream silk ribbon that came wrapped around one of the lingerie boxes.
He holds it up, the fabric catching the light. His eyebrow raises in silent question.
Heat floods through me. I know exactly what he’s asking. And the fact that he’s asking without words, giving me complete control over my answer, makes me want him even more.
I nod once.
Breck’s hands slide up my sides, his touch reverent as he traces the lace edge of the bralette. “You have no idea what you do to us in this.”
“I might have some idea.” My breath catches as his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts through the delicate fabric.
Enzo returns with the ribbon, running it through his fingers. “Hands.”
The command sends a shiver down my spine. I extend my hands, and he wraps the silk around my wrists—tight enough to hold, loose enough that I could break free if I wanted. He tests the knot, then lifts my bound hands to his mouth and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
“That’s my good girl,” Enzo praises me.
I let out a soft whimper at his words, and goosebumps spread across my skin. Enzo's eyes darken, watching my reaction like he wants to consume every part of me.
They guide me to the bed. Breck undresses and sits with his back against the headboard, and Enzo positions me between Breck’s legs, my back to his chest.
“Comfortable?” Breck’s question is warm against my temple.
I nod, leaning back into him. His length and his chest are solid behind me.
Enzo kneels between my legs, his hands running up my thighs with deliberate slowness. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of the black lace panties, and his eyes meet mine with another silent question.
“Yes.” I lift my hips to help him.
He slides them down, taking his time, his gaze never leaving mine. The cool air hits my heated skin, and I’m hyperaware of how exposed I am, how vulnerable. Then Enzo settles between my thighs, and I feel his breath against my center.
“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.
I take Enzo deeper, relaxing my throat, and his grip in my hair tightens. “Remy. Keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I hum in response, wanting to taste his release, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder. He comes with my name on his lips, his whole body going rigid. I swallow everything he gives me, the taste of him coating my tongue.
Breck pulls away with a final lick that makes me shudder. “My turn.”
He flips me onto my back, settling between my thighs. Unlike Enzo’s intense focus, Breck is playful. He kisses my inner thighs, bites gently at the soft flesh, makes me squirm and laugh and gasp all at once.
“Breck, I want your cock.”
“Aren’t you a greedy little one?” He grins up at me, the bastard. “How do you ask nicely, Remy?”
“Breck, please fuck me. With your dick.”
His tongue moves between my folds. “Here, Remy? Is this where you need my cock?”
“Breck!”
He laughs and repositions himself, back against the headboard. Breck pats his lap. “Come here.”
I straddle him, my legs shaky but holding. I raise my hips, and he guides his length to my entrance.
His hands settle on my hips, and I position myself above him, and he holds still, letting me set the pace. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I have to pause to adjust.
He curses under his breath. I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Behind me, Enzo’s hands run up my spine. “You look so good taking him like that.”
I start to move, finding a rhythm that has Breck’s hands tightening on my hips. The angle hits perfectly, and I know I won’t last long.
Enzo’s hand slides around to my front, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me dizzy with desire.
“That’s it. Ride my cock just like that.” Breck’s voice is strained. “Fuck, Remy, you're so tight. So wet. The way you move, the way you feel. Don’t fucking stop!”
The pressure builds impossibly fast. Between Breck filling me and Enzo’s fingers working my clit, I’m already close again.
A needy sound tears from my throat.
Look at you, taking him so well." Enzo's fingers press harder against my clit.
When the orgasm hits, it’s devastating. I clench around Breck, and he follows immediately, pulling me down hard as he comes.
I collapse forward onto Breck’s chest, completely spent. Enzo’s hand strokes soothing patterns on my back while Breck’s arms come around me.
“How do you feel?” Breck asks.
My breaths are coming short and fast. “I don’t think I can move.”
Both of them laugh, the sound rumbling through me where we’re still connected.
Eventually, we manage to separate and clean up. Then we’re back in bed, me sandwiched between them, their warmth surrounding me.
“Comfortable?” Breck asks.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage.
I drift off to sleep between them, safer and more satisfied than I’ve ever been.