Remy's Release [Submissive Sirens] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

Almost drunk on the giddiness of giving them so much pleasure, Remy nearly shot out of her skin when she felt something soft and wet brush against her clit. She bounced and sucked out of rhythm, causing both men filling her to snarl their displeasure. As they reestablished the pounding cadence that would soon send them all over the edge, Remy again became aware of the silky pressure on her clit. In a flash, she realized that Drake had assumed the role Joss had earlier when he’d been hidden under the desk in Contois’s office. Drake was lapping at her clit.

Remy went wild. Bucking between the cock stretching her ass and the tongue laving her clit, she closed her eyes and focused only on sucking Joss’s cock. She knew that the only way they’d let her come was if she finished Joss first, and right now that seemed more important than anything. Hollowing out her cheeks and forming a tight ring with her lips, Remy allowed Joss to piston his cock into her mouth, slamming her head down and pulling her back up again by her hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Joss gritted from between clenched teeth. “You feel how full you are right now? That’s only two thirds. Wait until Drake gets his cock back into your soft little pussy, then you’ll know what full is.”

Remy whimpered, desperately fighting against the orgasm she could feel building inside her. As if they could feel her struggle, the brothers doubled their own efforts, Knox bouncing Remy even harder on his cock and Drake swirling his tongue around her clit with increasing speed.

“Take everything,” Joss groaned, flexing his hips faster. “Swallow against the knob, baby. Let me feel your throat work on me.”

Remy obliged him and almost immediately felt his cock begin to pulse. She worked both hands in opposite directions on the root of his cock, not content to let the part she couldn’t fit into her mouth go without being pleasured. Once, twice more he thrust into her mouth, both hands now tangled in her hair, and then threw his head back and groaned his pleasure as jets of hot semen spilled down Remy’s throat.

“Good girl,” Knox crooned behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he rubbed his erection against the over sensitized walls of Remy’s rectum. “You can come now, sweetheart. You finished Joss so beautifully, I want you to come as hard as you can for us.”

Remy swallowed frantically, not wanting to lose a drop of Joss’s cream. She panted through lips still coated with his seed and dug her hands into Drake’s hair where his head was still buried between her legs. Moaning, she felt her climax coil tighter inside her until she thought she’d detonate from the pressure. Remy pressed Drake’s head into her pussy, where his naughty tongue still licked at her clit in time to Knox’s thrusts in her ass. She writhed in Knox’s lap, wanting more of the wicked sensations they forced on her but not sure she’d survive the impact.

“Oh God,” Remy screamed. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

She fucked herself down onto Knox’s lap as hard as she could, splaying her legs as far apart as they’d go for Drake’s feasting tongue on her clit. She went screaming over the edge as Knox pulled her down roughly onto his lap and she felt his cock pulse deep in her anus, coating her walls with his seed. At the same instant, Drake locked his lips around her clit and gave a long, sucking kiss that ended with the edge of his teeth, sending her over the edge again. She cried out again, weakly this time, as the orgasm threatened to render her unconscious.

Just as she was sagging limply over Knox’s lap, Drake surged up in front of her, hooking her legs over his elbows and sending her back against Knox’s chest. With a single thrust, he drilled straight into her soaked pussy, causing her to gasp back to life and claw at the forearms holding her spread for his pleasure. With Knox’s cock just starting to soften in her ass, Remy felt overstuffed as Drake pistoned into her pussy, shattering her pleasure and sending her right back to the edge.

Remy reached up with her still-bound hands, looping her arms around Drake’s neck. She rode him as hard as he rode her, the two bodies slamming together in an animal rutting that had both of them peaking in moments.

“Come for me. Come for me...right...now!” Drake punctuated his demand with a series of thrusts so hard Remy could swear she could feel them in the back of her throat, and she couldn’t do anything but obey.

Dimly aware of Drake’s hoarse shout as he flooded her pussy for the second time that evening, Remy was also aware that the cock still lodged in her ass had hardened again, and as Drake unloaded into her pussy, Knox groaned and pulsed once more in her ass.

Only Joss retained some semblance of control as Drake stumbled back, collapsing into an armchair and Knox followed suit, leaning against the sofa with a satisfied growl. Joss scooped the sweaty beauty off his brother’s lap and into his arms, causing both Remy and Knox to moan as the broad head of Knox’s cock slipped from Remy’s sweet ass. Joss draped Remy’s arm around his neck and began walking toward her bedroom, where he passed through and continued to the bathroom. He set Remy down on the counter, seemingly aware that her own legs would be useless at supporting her. Joss started the water and walked into the oversized shower with Remy in his arms.

* * * *

“Can you stand, babycake?”

Remy groaned as Joss set her on her feet. Her legs quivered a little, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to help stabilize her. “I feel like Gumby.”

Joss laughed softly, wrapping an arm around her to hold her steady as he reached for Remy’s bodywash. “I’ve always been turned on by how flexible you are. We’ll have to explore that sometime.”

Remy’s answer vanished from her mind as Joss poured the bodywash into his cupped palm, briskly lathering it between his hands before running them firmly down her back.

Remy sighed softly as Joss’s ministrations lulled her into a deep sense of peace. She opened her eyes when she felt a brief blast of cold air and wasn’t terribly surprised to see Knox had joined them.

Without a word, Knox snagged the bodywash from Joss, lathering it between his hands and going down on his knees in front of Remy. He lifted each foot and soaped her legs and feet, massaging her arches and drawing another sigh from her.

Joss seemed incredibly interested in her nipples as he washed her from behind. He reached around and cupped her breasts, stroking the tender flesh softly. “Feel good, babycake?”

“Mmmm. Never better.”

The brothers chuckled softly, looking incredibly proud of themselves.

“You know,” Remy mused, her voice thick with drowsiness, “I’ve always had a fantasy about showering with the three of you.”

Joss’s hands paused in their work before resuming again. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. I always figured you and wet would be a good combination.”

Knox stood up to kiss her softly. “Not nearly as good a combination as wet and you. So what happened in this fantasy of yours?” Knox’s casual tone didn’t fool Remy for a second. She snapped an eye open.

“How about I tell you when I’m a tad more rested?”

Knox laughed. “You can’t blame a man for trying.”

Joss turned Remy to face the spray, smoothing his hands down her body, ridding her of the soap. “Damn I love your bodywash, honey.” He turned her around again, patting her on the ass as he nudged her out of the shower.

Remy made a noise in her throat, unhappy to be forced out of the warm cocoon of the shower. She purred after a moment though when she saw Drake waiting for her, a plush bath sheet in his hands. He wrapped the sheet around her and hugged her dry, all the while planting light kisses along any uncovered skin.

After she was dry and felt like a wet noodle, Drake scooped her up and gently placed her in the center of her bed, curling himself around her and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist. Remy’s last thoughts before sleep claimed her was the realization that her other lovers had stretched out beside them and that she was more satisfied than she could ever remember being.

Remy woke up alone the next morning, disconcerted by the cool air on her naked flesh. As she stretched, she felt a burn in muscles never used before, and she groaned, gingerly stretching herself out and assessing exactly how badly she ached. Her stretching came to an abrupt halt when, in a rush, she remembered exactly what had put the ache into those muscles in the first place. She’d fucked the triplets. Repeatedly. Remy groaned again, this time throwing an arm over her eyes as she recalled in precise detail all the things she’d done the night before. Anal sex, threesome, foursome...the list went on, and she couldn’t help herself. She started getting aroused again just remembering what it had felt like to have a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, another in her mouth...

With determination, Remy jerked her thoughts back to reality, deciding she’d better get dressed and assess the situation with the triplets. She shrugged mentally. She wasn’t about to start having regrets immediately, and besides, she reminded herself, she’d scratched those boys’ itches more than once. They could hardly be mad at her after filling her up that many times.

That thought firmly in mind, Remy donned a sundress, thinking to herself she’d be damned if she was going to downplay her femininity now. Those boys knew exactly what was hiding under her baggy clothes and could kiss her ass if they wanted her to wear pants. She amended that thought quickly, making a mental note not to challenge any of the triplets to actually kiss her ass, since she’d probably be bent over a piece of furniture before she could blink.

After fussing with her hair more than she had in ages and applying her makeup, Remy opened the door of her bedroom and made her way to the suite’s living room. As she walked down the few stairs to the sunken room, she was aware of three things. First, the conversation stopped immediately, and she was greeted by silence. Second, her achy muscles weren’t achy enough to stop her cunt from clenching in need the instant she laid eyes on Drake and Knox. Third, Joss was nowhere to be seen.

Knox sat holding a newspaper, the edge of which was crumpled in his tightly clenched fist.

Drake had drained his coffee and now sat with the mug poised above his lips as if he was trying to coax another drop out of the empty mug.

“Morning.” Remy arched an eyebrow, smiling sweetly at them. If this was the effect she had on them, she’d have to wear dresses more often. Between last night’s Dior and this morning’s sundress, it looked like the Grantham boys liked girly.

“Morn…ahem.” Knox cleared his throat, his initial greeting coming out more than a little choked. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Drake, being Drake, dispensed with the formalities. “You’re wearing a dress.”

“Why, you’re right! How on earth did I miss that?” Remy feigned astonishment, twirling around and looking down at herself. “I swear when I left my room I was wearing a space suit. I have no idea how this happened. Would you like me to go change?” She smiled winningly at Drake, who glowered at her.

“You never wear dresses.” Drake’s tone was accusing, his brows knitted together.

“Drake.” Remy sighed. “I don’t usually wear dresses around the three of you. That doesn’t mean I don’t own them. Or that I don’t like them.”

“Why don’t you wear dresses around us, babycake?” Knox’s voice betrayed only mild curiosity, but Remy sensed there was more to his question than he was letting on.

To her embarrassment, Remy felt herself blushing.

“I don’t usually wear dresses because I want you to take me seriously. It’s hard to kick an ass when you’re wearing a dress.”

Knox looked astonished for a moment then burst into laughter. “Honey, you could still kick an ass in a dress. You’d just put on a hell of a show while you were doing it.”

Remy blushed even harder, wondering if it had been a mistake to put the dress on in the first place.

Knox stood up, still chuckling, and grabbed Drake’s coffee mug as well as his own. He walked over to where Remy stood and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Baby, I love you in dresses. You have legs for days, a perky ass, and the most luscious tits I’ve ever seen. If we’d known what’s been hiding under your cargo pants and T-shirts, all your combat clothes would have met with unfortunate accidents so you had nothing left to wear but dresses. And you could have done your ass kicking in any of them.”

He punctuated his statement with a sharp bite on her neck and a squeeze of her perky ass, and she all but melted against him. He didn’t seem to think the dress made her any less dangerous, and she did a victory dance in her head that he didn’t think less of her for liking to be girly every once in a while.

She offered her mouth up for his kiss, and he took immediate advantage, stroking his tongue between her lips and rubbing it against hers. She whimpered in her throat, her arms going around his neck to tangle in his hair as she pulled his head closer. The kiss was hot, quickly burning out of control with Remy cuddling the thick ridge of Knox’s growing erection against her pelvis.

Just when she would have wrapped a leg around Knox’s hip, Drake cleared his throat, and the moment was over.

Remy flushed, dropping her arms from Knox’s shoulders and biting her lip. With the animal lust flowing through all of them the night before, Remy really didn’t know how Drake felt about her kissing his brother now that it was morning, and she didn’t want him to think badly of her.

Knox moved to where the coffeepot stood on a sideboard groaning with dishes covered in silver covers and refilled the coffee mugs. “You want tea, sweets?”

Remy looked over, surprised to see the teapot and teacup amongst the coffee paraphernalia. “I’d love a cup. Thank you.”

“We know you prefer tea.” Drake drew her attention back to him with that statement. “We also didn’t know what you’d want for breakfast, so we ordered one of everything from the room service menu.”

Remy flushed with pleasure at the small considerations they’d taken for her. It would have been so easy for them to get coffee and bacon and eggs, but it seemed they really had been paying attention to her for some time.

“Actually, that’s not entirely true,” Drake amended. “Each of us thinks he knows you best, so we each ordered something we thought you’d like. It’ll be up to you to pick what you like.”