With their heightened sense of smell, Remy and Rom had to know how excited she was.
But Remy continued his glacial pace, even though she felt his heart pounding against her back at a gallop and the rush of his breath across her neck.
Her thighs shook as he stroked along the skin, the roughness of his fingers inciting her passion to higher levels.
He’d nearly reached the thin silk of her underwear, and she found herself holding her breath as the inferno-hot passions of the men battered against her senses from all angles. Her breath stuck in her throat as Remy slid one finger beneath her panties, only to pull away and trail his fingers back down her thigh.
She moaned her complaint, but it fell on deaf ears as Remy breathed out a hard laugh and let his fingers fall a little farther down her leg.
“So fucking soft.” Remy’s voice had her sheath contracting with a spasm. “I’m going to lay you on that couch and put my mouth on your pussy very soon. Then I’m going to lick you until you come.”
She nearly came just from the sound of his voice and those provocative words. Each one caused her body to tighten and release until her clit throbbed.
Opening her eyes—not having realized she’d closed them—she found herself staring at Rom’s chest. He’d moved closer, stealthy as a shadow, and now stood only inches away.
Her hands flexed as her gaze dropped to where she’d dug her nails into Remy’s arm, wrapped around her waist. She was surprised he wasn’t bleeding, her nails were dug that deeply into his skin. He didn’t even seem to notice.
Rom’s hand moved into view, and she watched him reach for her shirt. As Remy’s hand moved back up her thigh, Rom’s began to unbutton her blouse. But he wasn’t nearly as patient as Remy. Rom’s large fingers bullied the buttons from their holes, working them through with an urgency that made him work for each breath he took.
As Rom pulled the shirt from the waistband of her skirt, Remy finally slid his fingers beneath her panties and touched her clit.
She tried to cry out but she couldn’t seem to make a sound. Her eyes closed again as Remy slid his fingers through the slickness easing from her pussy, and Rom spread her shirt wide before putting his hands on her breasts.
Kneading the soft mounds with strong hands, Rom plumped and cupped her in his palms while he used his fingers to pluck at her nipples.
Electric flashes of sensation accompanied each twist of his fingers, every hard tug of the sensitive tips. She found herself falling into a haze of sensuality that she had no desire to rise out of.
“That’s it.” Remy strung a line of kisses along her shoulders as he used both hands to lift her skirt to her waist and ease her panties down her legs. “Let go.”
When the bit of silk fell in a puddle on the floor, Remy found the catch and the zipper at her side and her skirt followed seconds later.
Her naked skin barely had time to catch a chill before the furnace-hot heat emanating from both men surrounded her. Between Rom’s hands on her breasts and Remy’s on her hips, she thought she might combust.
Leaning forward without conscious thought, she used her teeth and tongue on Rom’s nipples, biting into his flesh. Not to hurt. Never to hurt. Just enough to make him hiss in a breath between his teeth.
Her ass pressed even tighter against Remy’s erection and now he groaned.
“God damn, you’ve got a pretty ass.”
Remy’s low growl made her wiggle that ass against him as Rom sank one hand into her hair to press her mouth harder against his chest.
“And a gorgeous fucking mouth. Gods, I love your mouth.”
The hard edge of Rom’s tone made her sex moisten and, with unerring instinct, Remy worked his hands between her legs and slid two fingers into her aching heat.
She moaned, the sound muffled by Rom’s chest. Remy began to pump his fingers, the rough texture of them providing a delicious friction.
She wanted to sink inside these men, let them take care of her as she fell headlong into their desire and let it consume her.
Surrounded by the blazing fury of their emotions, Amity felt like an incandescent bulb, burning from the inside out.
Someone threaded his hand through her hair and tugged her head back as Rom’s mouth covered hers. His lips parted and he slid his tongue into her mouth. Conquering, invading, seducing.
Her arms slid around his shoulders as she hung between them. Remy’s fingers stroked her into an ever-deepening pool of sheer bliss while Rom’s tongue mimicked Remy’s movements below.
Reality fell away and she barely noticed. All she knew was the scent and feel of the men surrounding her.
Her hands slid into Rom’s hair, tightening on the short, silky strands until she was sure it had to hurt. Rom continued to kiss her, seducing her with his mouth.
Suddenly Remy withdrew his fingers and the loss made her cry out, but Rom’s mouth captured the sound so only a hint of it escaped.
She wanted to turn, to reach for Remy, to make him continue, but Rom refused to release her. Instead, he kissed her with more force, his fingers pinching her nipples harder, just to the point of pain. But the pain made her want more.
Her heart thudding, she bit at his tongue, not knowing whether she was trying to get him to pull away or if she wanted him to kiss her even harder.
One hand reached behind her for Remy, and she thought she may have brushed against him but she couldn’t be sure because Rom wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against his body. She felt the smooth texture of his suit pants on her thighs, the starched cotton of his shirt against her breasts as he crushed her to him.
Allowing him to take her weight, her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched her back so she could rub her aching pussy against the ridge of his erection.
Vaguely, she heard the sound of a zipper releasing behind her but it was an almost abstract thought. Because all she knew now was the need to be filled.
Rom’s tongue in her mouth simply wasn’t enough. She tried to draw away, to put a little distance between them so she could get his shirt off, but he refused to release her. He had one hand tangled in her hair, holding her where he wanted her.
Frustration added to the desire, making her body ache all over. A delicious, wonderful ache.
She tugged on his hair, trying to get him to pull back, but she was like a kitten batting at a bowling ball. He was immovable.
He kissed her like he couldn’t breathe without her, like he couldn’t bear to release her mouth for more than a second, and she felt his desire for her like a blowtorch on the inside of her skin. So—
Rom ripped his mouth away from hers. Her eyes flew open and rose to meet his. She felt so weak-kneed, she would have fallen if Rom hadn’t held her so tight. Then he pushed her away from his body.
For a split second, she didn’t understand, until Remy slipped his arms around her and gathered her against his naked chest.
“Let’s go find a bed, my lady.” His smile made the scars on his face twist and pull but she didn’t see deformity. She saw such strength.
Cupping his jaw in her hands, she pressed her mouth to the scarred flesh on his cheek. She felt him stiffen but didn’t sense any embarrassment or a need to pull away. She sensed he felt only desire at her touch.
The tip of his thickly erect cock brushed against her hip as he walked with her in his arms. Instead of watching where they were going, she turned her head so she could get her mouth on his skin.
Blessed Mother Goddess, he tasted salty and male and went straight to her already dizzy head like Fuflun’s wine. She was drunk on Remy’s scent. She liked it.
As she spread her hands across his back then scraped her nails on his skin, he took her through one of the doors at the back of the house.
Remy didn’t bother to turn on a light and when he placed her on the bed, she had a few seconds to see why.
Moonlight streamed through the skylights above the queen-size bed, limning everything in silver. Not that there was much in the room beside
s a bed, a chest on the far wall, and a ladder-back chair in the corner beside the two windows that were covered with drapes.
Lifting onto her elbows, she had a second to smile up at Remy before he dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, spread her legs open and pressed his mouth to her sex.
She cried out in sharp ecstasy as his lips sucked at her clit. Falling onto her back, she tried to concentrate on the sensations spreading through her lower body. Remy sucked on the tiny organ until she arched her back and reached for his head to hold him to her.
So good. So absolutely incredibly amazing. Every nerve ending in her body tingled and her womb contracted as he pushed her closer to orgasm. Almost there. Almost—
She cried out as Remy pulled away. Her fingers tightened in his hair before she let go, not wanting to hurt him. She barely had time to think before Rom reached under her arms and pulled her across the bed. She slid easily across the smooth surface of the quilt until her head hung slightly over the side of the mattress.
And she stared directly at Rom’s cock.
Oh, yes, please.
Her gaze shifted to his as she smiled before opening her mouth. Her tongue slipped from her lips to lick from his balls, up the shaft, to the tip. Since the old-fashioned four-poster bed sat higher than a modern frame, her head was at the perfect height for what he wanted. What she wanted.
Grasping his cock at the root, she tilted the head down until she could take it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as he thrust forward, the smooth, hot surface of his cock sliding over her tongue. His groan caused her sex to clench and her hips twisted as Rom eased his cock in and out of her mouth. Each careful thrust built that ache between her legs until she could barely stand it.
She writhed, begging Remy with each movement of her body to come back to her. Every second he delayed stoked the ache that much higher.
As she sucked Rom, finally, finally, she felt the bed dip. Her breath caught and Rom paused to give her a moment to anticipate what Remy was going to do.
But she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to be taken out of herself and transported. She could feel the looming sense of obliterating ecstasy just out of reach.
Sucking Rom deeper, she felt Remy’s hands push between her thighs, spreading her open and leaving her exposed for several seconds. Her excitement built almost to fever pitch, and her free hand slid down her body, stopping to pull at her nipples for a second before reaching the small patch of hair on her mound and then, finally, the slick lips of her sex.
“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Remy said. “Show me how you like it.”
His voice struck a chord somewhere deep in her body and when her finger brushed against her clit, she shuddered with the sensation. And pulled back until only the tip of Rom’s cock remained in her mouth.
As her tongue played over the silken head, Remy’s hands tightened on her thighs. She couldn’t tell if he was watching her hands or her mouth, but figured it might be a little of both.
Rom’s taste flooded her mouth, his scent clung to her, in her nose, her throat, deep in her chest. When he reached down with one hand to play with her nipples, she felt the bed shift beneath her and she shivered with anticipation.
And when Remy’s hands slid around her thighs to beneath her ass, she very nearly came.
She felt the rough hairs on his hard thighs tickle the backs of her legs just before Remy pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Moaning, she felt Rom go very still as he groaned.
Seconds passed as she waited for Remy to penetrate her, only to moan again when he began a slow, teasing glide through her sensitive lips. Her pussy ached to be filled, but Remy merely tormented her with his proximity, with his heat.
Abandoning her clit, she reached for Remy but he caught her hand and laced their fingers together. Frustrated and aching, she tossed her head, causing Rom to pull out of her mouth just before Remy pulled her onto his shaft, burying himself deep inside her.
Moaning out a heartfelt “Yes,” she arched to take him deeper as he used his hands to pull her on and off his cock. He kept the rhythm deliberately slow, drawing out each movement until she could barely breathe.
Every subtle shift of flesh on flesh, every one of Remy’s harsh exhales sent magic racing through her veins. Yet it still wasn’t enough to send her over the edge.
Then the mattress dipped at her head and her eyes flew open. Rom lifted her off her back without dislodging her from Remy’s lap. The angle of penetration deepened and she arched her back so she could lift her hips to ride him.
Rom’s hands curled over her shoulders, resting there for several seconds as she worked her body up and down. Then she felt Rom move closer, the hair on his chest just brushing her back.
“Will you take us both, Amity? At the same time? Remy in your pussy and me tight in your ass?”
Sinking down onto Remy as far as she could go, she stopped and paused, held him inside her body as her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she looked into the mirror hanging above the chest. She shivered. The image was so carnal, it made her break out in a sweat.
Remy’s long, lean back gleamed in the moonlight, her hands pale against his skin. She lifted one hand to sift through his hair, letting the silky strands fall back against his skin. As her gaze drifted up, she saw Rom staring back at her in the mirror, saw him move even closer to her.
“We’ll make it good,” Rom whispered in her ear. “We’ll make you come until you can’t move. And then we’ll make you come again. We want you so damn much. Remy can only hold on for so long. You wreak havoc on his control. And if I’m being honest, I have to admit you blow mine out of the fucking water. I look at you, and it’s like a fist in the gut how much I want you.”
She shuddered at the raw emotion in Rom’s voice. At the unvarnished lust. And the thread of gentleness that made her blink back sudden tears.
As if he’d scented the tears, Remy turned to nuzzle his cheek against her hair, his hands kneading her thighs.
“You’re so tight around me now, just think how much tighter you’ll be when Rom takes you too.”
“Yes.”
She barely heard her voice in her own head, then suddenly she was moving. Rom pulled back as Remy untangled her legs from around his waist and lay back.
Though she’d done this before—she had lived through the Roman Empire, after all, and the nineteenth century in England had been so much more debauched than one might think—she hadn’t had the reaction she was having now.
She was so excited she could barely breathe.
Because the men who held her between them meant so much more to her than any other man ever had. Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold onto them forever.
They could never belong to her. Not truly.
Shoving those thoughts away, she sprawled full length along Remy’s body, her legs spread over his hips. Her hands came up to cup his face as his gripped her hips and held her steady as he began to thrust in a slow, measured pace. Each stroke became a lesson in delayed gratification.
Behind her, she felt Rom’s presence, the bulk of his body, but couldn’t see him as she lowered her mouth to Remy’s.
Their lips met in a rush of heat that stole her breath and caused her body to tighten around him until he moaned into her mouth. His hips picked up the pace, filling her, sending waves of heat up her spine to spread throughout her body.
She reveled in the sensations, trying to keep her emotions in check before she blurted out something she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take back.
With a groan, Remy tore his mouth away from hers, sank his hand into her hair and pressed her head down. She turned her face into his neck as he spread his legs even farther, widening her even more. Then the bed shimmied, and she shuddered in anticipation.
Remy’s hands moved up her back to her shoulders as Rom grabbed her hips, stilling her motion and making her pussy clench around Remy’s cock.
“Ah, fuck, that feels amazing.” Remy hissed in a breath between his
teeth. “Hurry the fuck up, Rom. I’m not gonna last.”
“No fucking way.” Rom’s hands began a slow massage of her rear, spreading her cheeks then pressing them together again. “I’m not rushing this.”
She wanted to order him to hurry but she knew it wouldn’t make any difference to Rom. He would do what he wanted. He would never hurt her, but then, this was such a wonderful torture, she didn’t want him to stop.
So she opened her mouth over the warm skin of Remy’s shoulder and let her teeth sink into the flesh. Remy’s head tilted back and his hips thrust up, stretching her even more.
As cooler air caressed her, Rom began to spread a thick layer of gel around the sensitive pucker of her anus. Where he’d gotten it, she had no idea and didn’t really care at the moment.
Amity realized she was holding her breath as he began to work his thumb into the tight opening and she turned her mouth away from Remy before she bit too hard. His body had enough scars. She didn’t want to add to them.
Her body tensed against the small intrusion of Rom’s thumb and she forced herself to relax, to let him in. She wanted this. Wanted the burn, the pleasure-pain that came from the dual penetration. That sense of overwhelming fullness.
Mostly, though, she wanted them.
She pushed back and his thumb entered her all the way, filling her but not enough.
Her pussy ached for friction, the burn in her ass not enough to send her over the edge. She needed more.
“Rom, please.”
“I’m planning to,” he murmured. “But not just yet.”
Remy shifted, and his cock eased deeper as Rom’s thumb pulled back. When she started to wiggle in an attempt to get Remy to give her some kind of relief, Rom pulled out completely.
Bereft and feeling as if she was losing control of herself, she wiggled, trying to get Remy to move, to make Rom hurry.
Neither man obliged her fully, yet they gave her just enough for her to cry out for more.
Remy eased back slowly, while Rom surprised a moan out of her by using two fingers this time.
Yes. Better.
The burn intensified as the men began a contrasting rhythm. She wanted to move too but Remy had one arm tight around her shoulders, the other clamped around her waist.
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