She held the bouquet over her head as Lacey jumped up and down with happiness.
Francesca turned to glance back at Remy and stuck her tongue out at him.
The bandleader motioned for her to join him at the microphone stand.
“And now gentlemen, the garter. It’s time to see who will be the next man to marry.”
Francesca pointed at him, mouthing, “Your turn.”
Bruce bent to go onto one knee and slowly raised Lacey’s skirt. She put one hand on his shoulder as she lifted her foot to rest on his folded knee. He slowly lowered the white lace circle from her thigh. The crowd catcalled throughout the process.
The groom stood and dramatically stared at the men lined up as if memorizing their positions. He turned his back and sling-shotted the elastic band over his shoulder. It landed right in front of Trevor.
He swooped to the floor, grabbed the lace, and held it high, waving it at a laughing Francesca, and then turned and shrugged in Remy’s direction.
Remy gave Trevor a very exaggerated head shake, and then looked up at the ceiling for a moment.
Trevor approached Francesca, laughing.
She took the garter from his hands and opened the elasticized circle for him to thread his arm through it, then she snapped it against his forearm.
The music started, and Trevor took her hand. “Darling, dance with me.” He led her to the middle of the dance floor and pulled her close into his body.
She tried to make some space between their bodies.
His arms tightened, and he made a low, growling sound. “Don’t.”
“Getting a little bossy, aren’t you?” She glared at him.
He smiled. “I thought I would try a different approach.” His arms tightened harder around her.
“You’re such a flirt.” She tried to maintain the glare, but her body was plastered against him from rib to thigh. It felt nice, really nice.
“Remy warned me not to pressure you, but I’m tired of waiting. I want you, Francesca. I want to taste you and touch you. I’ll do as little or as much as you want. You can’t lie—there’s something going on between us.”
She started to struggle in his arms. Damn him for noticing and speaking the truth aloud.
“Babe, I know you’re with Remy, and that’s cool. You’re a beautiful woman whom I genuinely like. The way I see it, my wanting you is an added bonus.”
She was breathing hard, thoughts flying around in her head. She also liked Trevor. He was funny and intelligent, plus he was sexy as hell. Remy had given her the option of living out one of her long-held fantasies…
“Just say yes.” he purred into her ear.
She leaned back to look into his eyes. “Remy has to agree to everything. He gets to set the rules.”
“Of course,” he said quickly. Trevor scanned the room easily locating Remy. He guided her in his direction.
Remy had been watching Trevor and Francesca since his friend had pulled her onto the dance floor. He must have said something, because Francesca struggled against him. Whatever passed between them, Trevor calmed her with a few more words.
He damn well knew that Trevor never held back when he saw something he wanted. Clearly, he wanted to Remy to share Francesca. Even as he had warned him about pressuring her, he’d known Trevor would use every tool in his arsenal to get them both into bed.
Trevor danced Francesca toward him. “We need to go somewhere quiet so that we can talk.”
Francesca didn’t meet his gaze.
“Our suite okay, Frankie?” Remy wanted her to look at him. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel railroaded. She had to be on board with this one hundred percent.
“Uhm, yeah, that’s fine. I need to grab my purse,” she mumbled and walked to their table.
“You pushed her.” It was a statement and an accusation. Remy needed to establish control.
“It wasn’t much of a push.” Trevor flashed a shit-eating grin and shrugged his shoulders.
Francesca returned. “I’m ready.”
Her eyes were a little wild and her expression anything but ready, but he took her hand and led them from the room.
Trevor snagged an unopened bottle of champagne from a table. “For us.”
Francesca was holding his hand tightly. He glanced down at her. Her chin was beginning to firm into a determined look.
Once in their suite, Remy shucked off his tux jacket and dropped it on the back of a dining room chair. Trevor followed his lead and lost his jacket then removed his tie.
Francesca laid her purse on the coffee table and kicked off her shoes then curled up into the corner of the sofa.
“Get some glasses, Trev.” Remy jerked his head in the direction of the bar.
Trevor nodded.
Remy moved toward Francesca and took his seat on the center cushion of the sofa. He took her ankles into his hands and stretched her legs over his lap. He started rubbing her feet. He could feel the tension pouring off her body.
She tried to jerk them out of his hands, but he held tight. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“I know that, and you don’t have to do this.” He gave her a measured look, hoping that she understood he wouldn’t be disappointed whichever way this went.
“Well, it does feel really good.” She relaxed back into the corner of the sofa with a smile on her lips.
Trevor placed the three champagne glasses on the table and expertly popped the cork on the bottle.
“You should be a waiter, you do that so well,” Francesca said, smiling.
“Who says I haven’t waited tables?” Trevor poured and handed a glass to Francesca.
He then poured one for Remy and another for himself. He sat in the arm chair opposite the sofa and sipped from the glass. After a few moments, he began, “Rem, I think your woman wants to hear you say you want this to happen. I don’t know if she needs or wants permission, but she needs to hear you say what you feel.”
Fuckin’ Trevor. If he didn’t seize control of the moment, he knew Trevor would take over, and God help them all. Trevor wouldn’t do anything to hurt Francesca. Remy could see that his friend cared about her, but he would keep the pressure on them unless Remy didn’t assert himself.
He leaned forward and placed his glass on the table. “Giving you a night of pleasure would make me happy.” He turned to Francesca. “I trust Trevor to help me do that for you.” He paused to let that sink in.
She gave him a small nod.
“But there will be rules.” He turned to Trevor. “And you have to agree to follow them.”
“Let’s hear ’em,” Trevor sounded almost bored.
If Remy didn’t know the man so well, he would think Trevor was only mildly interested. His body language was casual, but his eyes were burning with intensity.
“For starters, no kissing her on the lips.” He waited for Trevor’s response.
“’Kay, what else?” Trevor shifted in his chair and leaned forward.
That was Trevor’s tell, and yeah, Trevor wanted this badly.
“I don’t want you going down on her.” His voice was rough. “I don’t want your mouth on her.”
He saw Francesca’s head jerk, first Trevor’s direction then his.
“Can I fuck her?” Trevor asked.
Remy looked to Francesca for her answer.
“That’s up to Remy,” she said softly. “He’ll know what’s best for me—uh, us.”
There was no right answer for them tonight, but Fransceca’s answer made him love her more. Remy blew out a breath. “Then yeah. You can fuck her.” Remy watched Trevor smile.
“What else does Francesca like?” Trevor looked directly at Francesca as he asked Remy.
Remy allowed it, because he sensed that Francesca was getting turned on by their talk.
“She likes to suck cock, and she’s good at it,” Remy said, fighting to keep his voice even, because he was getting turned on, too. “She also likes it when I come on her tits.”
She shifted her body, and he knew she was imagining one of them shooting their load on her.
“What about her ass?” The hunger in Trevor’s eyes was easily read.
Remy picked up the bottle and poured more into Francesca’s glass. She watched him, waiting for his answer. He could feel her tensing next to him.
“If I choose, I’ll take her ass.” He was sure he felt her body relax a fraction, until she thought about his cock breaching her tight ring. Her breaths grew shallow and hurried.
“Understood,” Trevor said, his voice deeper. “She’s all natural. I can’t wait to see her tits.”
Remy knew that the pacing for the night was in his hands, and he had to do it right. “Francesca, stand up and unhook your top. Show us your tits.”
He watched her chest heave as she took in oxygen. She finished her glass of champagne and pulled her legs from his lap. Then she slid forward on the sofa and placed her glass onto the table. She stood slowly and raised her hands to the back of her neck. She unhooked the clasp, grasped the material, then lowered each side of her bodice to her waist. She stood absolutely still, naked from the waist up.
Remy gave her a tight smile. “Very nice.”
Trevor exhaled loudly. “Beautiful… God, she’s beautiful.”
She licked her lips and a blush bloomed on her cheeks.
Remy shifted his cock from pushing against his zipper. “Her nipples are sensitive, and she can come from breast play alone.” He glanced at Trevor who was focused on Francesca.
“Frankie, are you wet?” Remy asked.
She quickly nodded.
“Out loud, baby. We need you to use your voice tonight.” Remy made sure his tone softened as he gave her the firm command. He didn’t want her tensing.
“Yes.” It came softly. She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m wet.”
Trevor smiled at Remy. He, too, enjoyed the submissiveness; she fell into it naturally. He understood that this was her gift to them.
“You need to pick a safe word, Francesca. Do you know what that means?” Trevor asked.
Remy didn’t wait for her to answer. “It means, if you say the special word, we stop. No begging you to continue, no pressure, we stop. That’s a promise, babe.”
Trevor nodded. “Promise.”
“Pineapple,” she blurted then giggled.
“That was unexpected.” Trevor chuckled. “What made you think of that?”
Francesca’s hand holding the top of her dress, twisted and turned. “I have no idea. It just popped into my head.”
“Just so we’re clear, Francesca, if you say pineapple, we stop,” Remy repeated.
“I understand.”
“Tonight, you have all of the power, babe,” Trevor said, his voice gentle. “We’re here to make you feel good, but Remy decides what you need.”
Remy nodded at Trevor, and then stood and brushed a kiss along Francesca’s shoulder.
Trevor moved to her other side.
Remy stroked his hand over her ass and up her spine to unzip her dress.
Trevor must have heard the zip, because his hands went to her hips to push the fabric lower.
Now, Francesca stood before them in her cream silk panties. Both men ran their hands along her skin. She shuddered under their touch.
Remy growled. “Bed.”
Trevor gently nudged Francesca to move first, and the men followed her to the bedroom. Remy began unbuttoning his shirt. Trevor pulled his over his head. Yeah, they were both hot for Francesca and for what was going to happen.
Chapter Ten
Feeling as though she was in a dream, Francesca was buzzed enough she floated down the hallway. The men followed her into the bedroom, and knowing she had their full attention, she added a little extra swing to her hips. She felt sexy and desirable. This wasn’t as weird as she’d thought it would be. As she neared the bed, warm hands settled on her waist, and she was lifted into the air.
“Wha—” She landed on the soft mattress with a bounce, and she couldn’t help herself, she started to giggle.
Remy knelt beside her and kissed her. It was a wet kiss, and his tongue warred with hers. He was so sexy, and his dominance made her hotter.
She felt the mattress shift as Trevor joined them. She opened her eyes and sought Trevor’s movement. He was naked, his body tan and muscled. He laid on her other side and palmed her breast.
Remy lifted his mouth and glanced at Trevor. “Definitely a breast man.” He smiled at her and pushed off the bed to finish undressing.
She ran her hand through Trevor’s hair.
It seemed vital that she memorize the men’s differences. Remy’s hair was shorter and more wiry, his body much bigger and thicker than Trevor’s. She watched Trevor’s mouth suckle her nipple. He pulled strongly, and she felt it deep in her core.
Remy returned to the bed, gloriously naked and hard. He kissed her lips, and then moved lower to take her other breast in his hand. He kneaded her breast a little roughly then latched his hot mouth on her nipple.
Jesus, it felt incredible—two hot mouths on her. She felt Remy’s hard cock against her hip. Trevor was slowly rubbing himself against her other side.
“This feels really good,” she murmured.
“You feel really good,” Trevor muttered, his mouth against her skin.
Remy moved lower with his mouth, and Trevor rose on an elbow to watch. Remy kissed a line down her stomach, and she felt Trevor move. He gripped her knee and pulled it away from the other, opening her for Remy.
Remy shifted his big body around and crawled between her legs. Trevor placed her legs over his friend’s shoulders.
She felt like a doll, arranged for their pleasure. And she was all right with that.
Remy licked a line along her pussy. Her hips jerked in anticipation. Remy loved to eat her, and she always got off on it. He used his teeth lightly on her outer lips, nipping her. She gripped the sheet under her.
“She’s so wet for this.”
Trevor sounded a little awestruck. She felt the heat of Remy’s exhale over her sensitive tissues.
“Please,” she whispered, the words torn from her throat.
He gave a knowing chuckle as he covered her with his hot mouth. He licked her folds.
Then she felt Trevor’s lips on her hip bone, and he moved lower. She reached above her head to grab a pillow to put behind her head, so she could watch the two men more easily.
Now, their heads were side by side, both of their tongues on her. Jesus, Trevor was pushing the rules, his tongue was right above her hairline. She moaned as Remy pulled on her clit. She panted as his tongue entered her channel, fucking her.
She felt her orgasm build, and she tried to hold it at bay, enjoying the feeling of two mouths on her. Remy used his teeth on her clit, and her hips bounced off the bed as she screamed.
As Remy gently licked her, she tried to catch her breath and take stock of her emotions. She knew which man gentled her with his tongue, because he’d told her once he did this, because having an orgasm wasn’t the end of sex- it was only a step.
Trevor moved back to her side. “Is cherry all right?”
“What?” Her brain wasn’t tracking.
Remy rose on his forearms above her waist. “He wants you to blow him, babe. He has flavored condoms, and he wants to know if you like cherry.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” She turned her gaze to Trevor. She’d never given a blow job through a condom.
“Rollover on your belly, babe.” Remy’s strong hands moved her. She didn’t resist. “Trev, sit against the headboard, and Frankie, you crawl between his legs.”
They both followed his instructions.
As she neared his hips, Trevor brushed his fingers along her cheekbone, and then with one finger he outlined her lips.
Remy grabbed pillows and hooked his arm under her waist to stuff them under her hips, raising her ass in the air.
“Nice view,” Trevor leered. “She’s got a gre
at ass.”
Remy’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, “She’s got a great everything.” He ran his fingers teasingly down her spine. “Take him into your mouth, babe,” Remy said, his tone even.
Trevor leaned against the headboard, his gaze locked on her mouth.
She looked at his red, condom-covered cock. It pointed toward his belly. He was long, but not as thick as Remy. She watched Trevor from under her lashes as she pulled herself closer. She leaned toward him and licked her lips then met his gaze. He held his breath, as did she, as she lowered her mouth onto him, creating a seal with her lips.
Trevor let out a loud sigh. “Nice.”
She raised and lowered her head, taking him as deeply as she could. Behind her, Remy urged her to her knees.
Trevor ran his fingers through her hair as she focused on the head of his cock. Even though she couldn’t do everything she wanted to his slit because of the condom, she tongued him.
His hand flexed in her hair.
Remy was behind her on his knees. He bumped her inner thighs, spreading her legs open. He ran his hand over her ass, then rimmed her rosette with a fingertip.
She tensed.
“Francesca, I’m not gonna fuck your ass tonight. I know that’s in the back of your mind.”
She had been worried.
“I’m going to go slowly, until you get the hang of this rhythm. Wouldn’t want you to bite Trevor.” Remy chuckled as he slowly entered her.
God, she loved the feeling of him filling her, stretching her. She must have paused in servicing Trevor, because he pulled on her hair. She started moving her head again.
Remy was moving slowly in and out of her, pulling back until the tip of his cock was at her opening.
She pushed back on his inward strokes, hoping he would understand that she wanted more.
He understood her cue and increased his speed.
She used her teeth lightly on the underside of Trevor’s shaft.
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