Page 20 of Perfectly Wicked
When I look down, I finally see Gray. He’s standing near the end of the bed with his eyes locked on my face and his hands hanging in fists at his sides.
It reminds me so much of when we were young. Gray was always a little more reserved. It took some time before I realized just how much he liked to watch, that it was more than just learning what I liked or what he wanted to do. He got off on watching me with Remy and Felix, but he always wanted to be the last one to touch me, and damn if all his watching didn’t pay off, because Grayson Hale could make my body sing. Even when I didn’t think I could have another orgasm, he could wring more from me. Now, I can also see he likes the control of it all, as if he is the mastermind and he’s using all the tools at his disposal.
Felix cups the bottom of my breast and pushes it up so my nipple meets his mouth. After a sweet kiss, he gets to work catching up with Remy, licking and nipping until my hips are swiveling.
Not to be outdone, Remy slides his palm down my stomach and cups my pussy over my pants. Kissing his way back up to my ear, he murmurs, “You ready for all three of us, doll?”
I swallow, and my inner muscles tighten at the mere thought of having all of them. When I don’t answer fast enough, Remy continues as if he needs to convince or possibly warn me. “I’m taking your pussy, Felix gets your ass—this time—while Gray gets to watch us fuck you to oblivion. Then, he’ll have his turn.”
Instead of telling him I’m game, I show him by grinding against his palm that’s still between my legs. He gives me something to push against when he tightens his hold. “I’ll take that as a yes please.” Remy breathes his words over my skin, and I drag in a shaky inhale.
I feel hands on the waistband of my pants and know it’s Felix. I lift my hips as he shimmies the material down my legs, taking my panties with them. Lying nearly naked between them sends a hot flush over my skin.
Remy rolls over so he’s on his back, but he urges me to follow by cupping the back of my neck. I lift my leg to straddle his hip. His pants are still on, so I lower myself to his stomach, making sure my hot flesh is against his skin. Without prompting, he reaches behind me and starts to remove his jeans.
I plant my palms on his chest and toss my head back. This may not be the ideal way to ride Remy, but I can get myself off just like this—it wouldn’t be the first time. Felix’s voice, soft and deep, carries through the room, along with a spark of magic. “Agua.” I look over my shoulder just in time to see him breathe over his cupped palm, and a few droplets of water spill from his hand. Felix’s connection to earth magic makes it just as easy for him to draw moisture as it would be for him to gather soil.
My eyes are drawn lower as he slicks his wet palm over his cock. I’m thinking he’s going to need a little more than water for lube, but then I get sidetracked by Remy when he presses both of his hands against my thighs and squeezes tightly.
“Come here.” Remy beckons me with a jerk of his chin. As soon as I lean down and place my mouth near his, he nips my bottom lip. “I think I promised to use you until you couldn’t walk.”
“That’s what healing charms are made for, right?” I taunt, knowing I don’t have to worry about him really hurting me.
A wicked smile crosses Remy’s lips. “Saddle up, doll.” I feel the head of his cock as he guides himself toward my entrance. I’m already wet. Let’s face it, when I’m around the three of them, it’s a near constant state.
It takes him a moment to get lined up, but then he starts pushing inside, and I lift a little as the pressure builds. Just being wet isn’t always enough for Remy, I need to be soaked.
He lowers his lids and tightens his grip on the back of my neck so I can’t escape, not that I want to. “Slow and steady or quick?” Remy asks through clenched teeth.
I open my mouth to answer, but it’s clear he wasn’t speaking to me when Gray responds, “Both.” My brow furrows because I don’t even know what that means. Remy lets out a dark chuckle, and I feel it rumble against my chest.
His hand on my neck stays put, but he sweeps the other one over my hip and applies a little pressure to my lower back while lifting his hips enough that he inches deeper inside me. There’s a slight burn, but the good kind—the kind where you can’t tell if it hurts or feels good.
After my breathing settles, he does it again, placing more pressure on my back and lifting his hips so I sink a little farther onto him. I start to pant. He has to be close to being fully sheathed.
This time, Remy pulls out a little before pushing in deeper. Our eyes are locked, his lidded and mine hazy with lust. I moan. I’m getting full. I need him to move. I’m craving the delicious friction of him sliding in and out of me, so I push down without him prompting me.
The tightening of his palm on my nape should have been a warning sign, but I ignored it. A startled yelp flies from my lips when Remy jerks his hips up and impales me on his cock.
I pat his chest as if I’m trying to tap out, while my inner muscles spasm from the quick invasion. Now I know what they meant by both. When I look up to call him a dirty name, Remy’s head is thrown back in sheer bliss, even his mouth hangs open as he pants harder than me. I watch his throat work as he swallows, and a strangled moan passes his lips.
The distraction provides just enough time for my body to adjust to his. That doesn’t mean I won’t get him back for this at some point, I just have to figure out how I’m going to do that.
Fingers trail over my back, and I move into the touch like a cat. I feel the heat of Felix’s body as he leans over me and gently kisses my shoulder. “You okay, buttercup?”
I feel lips drag over my skin, and I nod before replying with a soft, “Yes.” I’m more than okay, I’m a needy bitch. The slight pain is long gone, and I’m wondering if I shift back and bounce down if I will be able to recreate it.
Felix kisses my back sweetly while he runs his hands all over me, cupping my ass and brushing his palms over my nipples. I start to move against Remy, using my knees on the bed for leverage to rock and roll my hips.
I feel his fingers between my legs, and I lift up enough so just Remy’s tip is still inside me. Gathering my wetness, Felix slides his fingers back and forth over my ass, using it for lube. Remy bucks his hips up as if he’s desperate to have me swallow him again. I hold my breath, waiting for the overfull sensation to return, but it’s absent. All I feel is pleasure, especially now that Felix has started touching me too.
I look to the right to see Gray standing in nearly the same position, but naked. I let my eyes roam over him. He’s not as muscular as Remy is, but damn if he isn’t perfect. The dips near his hips stand out against his groin as if pointing right to his dick. He takes a step closer, almost like my gaze has pulled him in.
Felix maneuvers himself nearer to my back, and my eyes fall closed as he starts to push inside me. This might actually be too much too soon.
“Slow down,” Gray orders, sensing my unease. Felix stays close, but he’s just barely rubbing against me instead of trying to slip inside. Oh, I remember this. I like this.
I open my eyes to see Gray fisting his dick, telling me he’s enjoying the show. As if he was waiting for me to see him, he strokes himself once, then squeezes his tip before sliding back down and doing it again.
