All In (Casino Nights #2) (18 page)

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 great 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.

He grunted as she shifted to take him as deeply as she could. His hips pushed forward.

They continued moving in this synchronized rhythm.

Remy’s finger circled her clit, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. Remy increased his speed and shortened his strokes.

Francesca massaged the sensitive spot behind Trevor’s balls as she continued sucking him.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna blow.” Trevor’s hand gripped her hair tightly.

Remy was making noises deep in his throat as he pounded into her.

Francesca couldn’t believe she was doing this—letting both men fuck her, and she stopped concentrating, just felt the strength of each man’s need.

Trevor was grinding against her face. Her nose was buried in his trimmed hair. He gave her just enough space to grab a breath between each thrust.

Remy increased the pressure on her clit, and she felt fire spread through her body.

Trevor’s cock pulsed between her lips, and he held her head still as he pumped into her open mouth.

Remy growled. “God, that’s so hot, baby. Watching you do him.” He pinched her clit, and she could only moan against Trevor’s cock as she came.

Remy pushed into her one or two times more and let out a loud growl as he emptied into her.

At last, Trevor had loosened his hold on her head, and she released him from her mouth. She turned her body partially so that she could rest her head on his thigh, breathing deeply.

Remy still had a tight hold on one hip as he lay on his side.

Trevor found his voice first. “Fuck, that was good.”

She laughed, because that summed up the experience perfectly.

Remy rolled off of the bed; his hands rearranging her body. Trevor shifted lower and made room for them. Remy placed her in the middle, so that she lay sandwiched between two warm, male bodies.

Trevor eyes were closed. He had removed the condom at some point. But she didn’t think he was sleeping.

Remy rose on one arm, his gaze going to Trevor. Then he leaned over Francesca and kissed her. She turned into his body returning his kiss.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

“So are you.” She glided her hand over his chest.

“Are you doing okay?”

He was concerned. She could see it in his eyes. “Yes,” she said automatically, although this was a little weird. Trevor had checked out, and now she and Remy caressed each other and whispered together next to Trevor’s resting body.

He smoothed his lips across her cheek. “He’ll want to fuck you.”

Her gaze met Remy’s, and she saw something there, but his expression quickly shuttered. “What?”

“I know him, and he won’t leave until he has you. He came in your mouth, but he’ll want more.” Remy didn’t sound happy; there was a hint of resignation in his voice.

Did he not want Trevor to fuck her? If that were true, then why wouldn’t he just tell her?

She glanced over her shoulder at Trevor. He was very attractive, and if she were single, she might have taken him up on an offer of a night filled with hot sex. But now, after all the moments she’d spent with Remy, Trevor’s attraction couldn’t compare with the man who held her in his arms. Remy was in love with her. He was giving her this night to experience a long held fantasy.

Trevor moved behind her, his front blanketing her back and his arm encircling her waist.

“Damn right, I want to fuck her. Jesus, Francesca you’re so sexy.” Trevor’s voice was low, and his breath hot against her shoulder.

“Give her a few more minutes,” Remy said, his voice roughened.

“No problem, I got all night.” Trevor brushed a kiss along her shoulder.

As both men stroked her body and brushed light kisses over her sensitive skin, she tried to relax and enjoy their attention. She knew where this was headed, but something didn’t feel right. She wasn’t getting hotter, because she was worried.

Remy eased her onto her back and plumped her breast. Trevor kissed her neck and collar bone.

She watched Remy’s head lower to her breasts. She didn’t need another man here to make sex better. Remy understood her body, anticipated her needs. He made the after part so special. He always held her and kissed her, telling her she was beautiful and how much he enjoyed her body.

Trevor now joined Remy in playing with her breasts. He was a little rougher, his mouth more demanding.

Remy seemed so certain of his love for her. He was ready to come to Las Vegas because her career was important to her. Could she love him as much as he loved her? Could she give of herself as generously as he had?

Right now, the answer was no. She was going to have to work harder at making changes to her life. The last time she’d loved a man, she’d ruined the relationship with her devotion to her work. Then when things had started going bad, she’d used work as her salvation. The casino was a safe place, where she was in control, where she knew what she was doing.

Remy knew this and had assured her they could work through problems. Somehow, she knew he would be the one to compromise, but he didn’t seem to worry about that. He acted proud of her accomplishments, and he wanted more for her, if that was what she needed.

Trevor moved his finger over her folds and kissed her ribs.

Remy nuzzled her neck and lightly pinched her nipple. It felt good, she couldn’t lie, but she would rather it be just her and Remy.

God, that thought hit her right in the chest, and she stopped breathing for a moment. She glanced at Trevor. He was already rolling another condom over his cock.

She felt the panic roll through her body. She didn’t want Trevor inside of her. This...this wasn’t what she wanted.

He moved closer to her body.

Her breath came in short pants. Oh God, I don’t want this.

He positioned himself between her thighs.

Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Could Remy feel her heart hammer? He was beside her, still palming her breasts.

Trevor’s cock was at her opening. No, no. She started shaking her head, and she tried to squeeze her thighs closed, but Trevor’s body blocked her.

“No! No, stop,” she cried. “I don’t want this.” She pushed at Trevor’s shoulders.

Remy placed a hand against Trevor’s chest, halting him. “Hold up, Trevor.” He sat up beside her, “Francesca, baby... Francesca what’s wrong?” Remy tried to grab her wrists as she bucked her body against Trevor’s. His expression hardened as he studied her face. He shoved at Trevor. “Get off her man. Get off,” Remy urged his friend.