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"Fuck, Gem," Enzo gasped, his mouth finding my neck. "Your hands feel incredible."
Brian's lips crashed into mine, his kiss desperate and hungry as I worked them both toward their release. I could feel them gettingcloser, could feel the way their cocks swelled in my grasp, could hear the way their breathing became more ragged.
"Together," I whispered against Brian's mouth, increasing my pace. "I want you both to come together. Against each other."
The words seemed to push them over the edge. Brian came first, his cock pulsing in my hand as he spilled himself into my fist, his cum coating Enzo’s cock. Enzo followed seconds later, his own release coating my fingers as he buried his face in my neck.
We stayed like that for long moments, the three of us entwined on the pool steps, our bodies still humming with satisfaction. The Mediterranean sun continued to beat down on us, and I could hear the distant sound of other cruise passengers enjoying the beach, but our private cabana felt like its own little world.
Enzo’s smile was full of lazy contentment as he looked at me, left eyebrow raised. “So. Still think you're impossible?"
I laughed, the sound bright and genuine and free of the careful control I usually maintained. "I think I'm discovering that I just needed the right number of hands and mouths on my body."
Chapter 11
Brian
The Amalthea
The walk back to our suite felt like the longest journey of my fucking life. Gemma walked between us, her white cover-up doing nothing to hide the flush that still colored her chest, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. She moved with a new confidence, a liquid grace that spoke of a woman who'd discovered her own capacity for pleasure. Enzo kept stealing glances at her, his usual cocky grin replaced by something softer, more reverent.
The moment our suite door clicked shut behind us, Gemma turned to face us with that sharp smile that made my cock twitch in my shorts.
"You know.” Her voice carried that crisp authority I'd come to associate with her CEO persona, but she was planning another kind of hostile takeover. "We still haven't actually had sex yet."
I was well aware that I still hadn't been inside her. Still hadn't felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, still hadn't given her what I was certain she needed.
I watched her move toward the massive bed, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. The afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows caught the gold in her hair, and I had to grip the edge of the dresser to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down right there.
“I’ve been wondering something.”
"What's that?" I managed.
"Whether I can actually come while being fucked.” The blunt words were delivered with clinical precision, designed to make us both rock hard. "I mean, with your fingers and mouths, obviously you two are miracle workers. But with actual penetration?" She shrugged, suddenly looking vulnerable despite her confident posture. "I usually just fake it and wait for it to be over."
The admission hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. Enzo actually gasped, his eyes going wide with something that looked like horror.
"You fake it?" he said, his voice pitched higher than usual. "Every time?"
Gemma's cheeks flushed pink, but she nodded. "It's easier than trying to explain that I can't... that it doesn't work for me thatway. Most men get frustrated when they can't make me come, so I just..." She trailed off, looking away.
Something cold and furious unfurled inside me. The idea of Gemma lying there, miming pleasure she didn't feel, protecting the egos of men who couldn't be bothered to learn her body—it made me want to hunt down every one of her past lovers and lecture them on where they'd gone wrong. Even if one of them was Jake.
I met her eyes, capturing her chin in my palm and forcing her to make eye contact. "Not anymore. You're never faking anything with us. Ever."
She looked up at me, something flickering in her eyes that might have been hope. "Brian, I don't want you to feel like you have to—"
"Strip," I cut her off. "Both of you. Now. It’s time to fuck Gemma."
The words hung in the air between us, loaded with promise and demand. Gemma's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she reached for the ties of her cover-up with fingers that trembled.
Enzo was already moving, his board shorts hitting the floor with casual efficiency. His cock jutted proudly from his body, half-hard despite our earlier activities, and I felt my mouth water at the sight. But it was Gemma who commanded most of my attention as she let the white fabric pool at her feet.
She stood before us completely naked, all elegant curves and pale skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, nipples still flushed and tight from our attentions. The triangle of blonde hair between her thighs was neat and trimmed, and I could see the way her pussy lips glistened with arousal.
"Fucking beautiful," I breathed, my own clothes joining the pile on the floor. My cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum, and I saw the way both their eyes tracked the movement.
"Bed. Gemma in the middle."
