52. Chapter Fifty-Two

Enzo gets undressed as I free Rafael from the restraints like Enzo told me to. Once Enzo is naked, he lies on the bed and tells me to get on top.

"Wh-what are we doing?" I ask as Rafael shifts off the bed.

Enzo mentioned soft limits, but I don't remember what I put for that, so I have no idea what we're going to do—or attempt to do.

"Do you trust me?" Enzo rasps.

"Yes."

"Then do as I say and don't worry about it. Now sit on my cock, angel. Let me feel how wet you are for me."

I straddle his waist, his large hands sliding up my thighs as I sink down on him, loving the way he feels like this. I've never been in this position with him before, and he somehow feels bigger. I sit for a minute, wanting to enjoy how full I am. Enzo thrusts his hips from below me, grinding against me and grasping my hips to rock me forward.

"You don't get to tease me," he says with a smirk.

Rafael gets on the bed behind me, and I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"I'd love to take your ass first, but I'm bigger than Rafael," Enzo says.

Rafael is going to fuck my ass—oh my god, no!

"Enzo, I don't—" I shake my head, grasping onto his wrists as I look over my shoulder at Rafael who's kneeling behind me with the lube bottle in his hand.

"You don't want to do this?" Enzo questions.

It's not that I don't want to.

"I'm scared," I admit, turning back to face him. "It's going to hurt."

"Neither of us will hurt you. It'll feel good, I promise. At first it may burn, but trust me, angel, you're going to love this." He grasps my chin with one hand and pulls me down to kiss me. It's sweet and soft. "Rafael is going to use his fingers first. One, then two, then three. You will tell him when you're ready for more, and once you're comfortable with three, he'll use his dick. Then we'll both fuck you and fill you with our cum because you deserve it."

Jesus…

I nod and he lets me go, so I sit back up. Enzo thrusts from below me, while Rafael rubs lube over my back hole, which almost tickles and has me flinching. He eases a finger inside and everything tightens. His finger feels foreign, but not bad.

"Relax," Enzo whispers, thrusting his hips up. "Let him inside you, angel."

Clearly he can feel the clenching too. I take a breath, forcing my body to relax. I focus on my breathing and the way his finger feels. It doesn't hurt, so I don't need to worry. When he fucks me with one finger, it feels strange. But only for a moment before it's feeling really good.

"I love fucking you with Rafael's cum inside you," Enzo rasps out. "He's such a good boy getting you nice and wet for me." He thrusts his hips up harshly, and my head falls back. This man must hold some kind of record for dirtiest talker, because Jesus, the things he says would have a prostitute blushing.

Rafael works a second finger into me, and this is a little more difficult. My body is more resistant, harder to relax, but when Enzo plays with my nipples, pinching and tugging, it distracts me enough I can't worry about what Rafael is doing and instead focus on the pleasure Enzo's touch gives.

"Are you ready for the next one?" Rafael asks.

"Yes," I breathe out.

"Such a good girl," Enzo says, running his fingers up and down my sides.

Rafael adds more lube, and chuckles lowly when I hiss at the chill of the liquid. After a moment, he works a third finger inside me.

The sensation is much more sensitive. Heightened. I can actually feel every bit of Rafael's fingers in me.

"I think she's ready," Rafael says.

Enzo meets my eyes, raising a brow. "Is my angel ready?"

No, I don't think so.

I lick my lips and nod.

Enzo tucks a hand behind his head, the muscles in his bicep and forearm tensing and pulling my attention, while the other lazily plays with my nipple. I grind on his cock, enough to keep feeling him, but slow enough Rafael can do his thing behind me. The last thing I want is to move the wrong way and hurt me or one of them.

Rafael gets into position, and I'm surprised when he kisses my shoulder before whispering in my ear, "I'll go slow. I promise."

HIs body is warm behind me, his touch so gentle, but when he lines his cock up, the tip pressing against my ass, I start to panic again.

"Angel…" Enzo says softly. "Look at me."

I open my eyes. I hadn't even realized they were closed. "Relax," he says, this time more firmly. It's a demand. I listen to his demands. At least, when we're in the bedroom, I do.

I nod and he pulls me down to kiss him. His lips brush mine, his tongue entering my mouth with long, languid strokes. I'm so lost in his kiss I don't realize Rafael is pushing himself inside me. I feel it, but I can't worry about it because I'm too focused on Enzo's mouth, on how good this all feels, and ignore the fact I'm terrified of what's about to happen. Nothing about this has hurt so far, and I trust neither of them will hurt me, but it's the unknown stressing me out.

I feel the resistance of my body against Rafael, feel how firmly he's pushing into me. It burns a little, but he goes as slow as he can, and each inch is more anticipated than the next. My heart is pounding, and I find myself wanting him to be all the way in. The first few inches have the most resistance, but once he gets past that, he slides right in and I let out a long, relieving sigh.

It feels so good, but I can't move. Everything is so tight, so full.

Holy shit, I'm so damn full.

"Go nice and slow, Rafael," Enzo says. Rafael grips my hips and pulls out, then slides all the way back in.

"Oh my god," I breathe out, resting my forehead on Enzo's. Rafael finds a slow, rhythmic pace that has me rocking forward and backward on Enzo. The guys' groans mix as they use my body for their pleasure, working together to take from me whatever they want.

The way my body lights up is both shocking and thrilling. This is so much better than I thought it would be.

"Your ass feels so good," Rafael whispers. I whimper when he presses deeper into me, his dick throbbing. I can't describe the way it feels, other than just more. It's like vaginal sex, but times ten. Not in the way it makes me want to come, but sensitive wise. I feel every bit of him.

"You can come whenever you want, Rafael," Enzo says, giving him permission. Is he going to come again so soon? I'm not judging, just surprised he doesn't need more time to recover.

He murmurs a "Thank you."

"It's your reward for being such a good boy for me and my wife."

The way Enzo refers to me as his wife so possessively has my chest flooding with lust and warmth.

"I'll always be a good boy for you," Rafael grunts out, fingers tightening into my skin.

Enzo groans a satisfied sound.

It's this moment I realize I could get used to this. Not all the time, because I want to enjoy my husband alone too. Being with both of them is fun, but there's something different about the way Enzo is with me. More careful. Sweet. So attentive. I'm not sold on them two being together alone. I mean, Enzo and I don't share a bed yet, and I'm supposed to let him fuck a man whenever he wants? Maybe in time it'll be okay, when the three of us trust each other enough, but for now? This is good. This is so good.

Rafael's movements become a little jerky, his breathing increasing, which pulls me from my thoughts and back to the here and now.

"Use my wife for your pleasure, Rafael. Enjoy her virgin ass."

Jesus!

Rafael's increased pace has my stomach fluttering like crazy, the sensations inside me going crazy. I feel like—oh my god! I'm going to come again. Just like this!

"Enzo," I whine.

"What, angel?" he asks, smoothing his hand down my side and resting it on my hip. His other arm is still lazily behind his head, like he's so relaxed and enjoying the show. Something about it so damn sexy, an image that'll be burned into my brain.

"I want… I need—"

"Tell me what you need."

"You to t-touch me."

He reaches up to pinch my nipple, which isn't what I meant, but it causes me to clench and Rafael to groan deeply behind me.

"I'm coming," he grunts out.

"Good boy for telling me," Enzo praises, thrusting beneath me harder, his cock stroking Rafael's inside me.

Rafael's cock pulses, and I feel it much more than when he comes in my pussy.

"Jesus, Enzo, she feels so good," Rafael grounds out as he empties inside me, fingers bruising my waist.

Enzo strokes my clit, teasing another orgasm, as Rafael catches his breath. After a moment, he carefully slides out and lays down on the bed. Enzo flips us so I'm beneath him, grips onto my thighs and lifts them higher to slam into me so hard I cry out. The orgasm isn't lost. I'm still hanging on by a thread. Over and over again he thrusts into me, Rafael's cum dripping from my ass and pooling on the bed beneath me.

"Angel, you feel so fucking good," he says, leaning down to take my mouth. "So good I'm going to come. You want my cum, don't you?"

"Yes," I breathe out. "Yes, give me your cum."

He groans a low, rumbling sound as his body shudders and his thrusts turn to a grind against me. His pelvis hits my clit, giving enough pressure to send me spiraling.

"Oh—Enzo, I'm coming too!"

"Yes, angel. Yes," he hisses, rolling his hips against me, and working me through another mind-blowing orgasm. Enzo kisses my lips, before burying his face against my neck. His body is hot, flushed, and covered in a layer of sweat that has him smelling so damn good.

"You're so perfect," he whispers. "So fucking perfect." He kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips. He rolls off me, settling between Rafael and me. He pulls me into his arms, nuzzling his face into my hair.

Okay, so no cuddling for them. Good to know.

For a long while, the room is filled with nothing but heavy breathing, until Rafael announces he's going to take a shower. He gets up from the bed and disappears through a door that must lead to a bathroom.

"How do you feel?" Enzo asks.

"Tired."

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

"Then sleep, angel."

And I do.