22. Brielle

Heat coils deep in my belly, a flame fanned by Levi's relentless mouth. His tongue is driving me absolutely wild with need. But what makes me even hotter—feeling Grayson's gaze on us.

"Levi," I pant, my voice barely a whisper, drowned out by the rhythm of my racing heart. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to keep him exactly where he is.

And then, just as I feel like I'm about to peek, Grayson's voice slices through the haze of impending bliss. "Stop, Levi."

It's an ice bath, a jolt to my system. My body clenches, every muscle screaming in protest as Levi immediately obeys, retreating from between my thighs. I gasp, eyes flying open to lock onto Grayson's steel-blue ones. They're intense, unyielding, and in them, I see a challenge.

"Why?" The word comes out strangled, a mix of confusion and need vibrating through the single syllable. I'm teetering on the edge, so close to slipping off into that sweet abyss, and here he is, denying me the final push.

"Grayson, please," I beg, not above pleading for the release that's been cruelly snatched away. My body is a live wire, every touch, every breath magnified tenfold, and all because of his single, dark command. "I don't understand."

He steps closer. "Brielle…" His voice is as smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. "You'll understand soon enough."

"Please, Grayson…" My words are a ragged plea, but he places a finger over my lips, silencing me.

"Wait," he commands, and though every cell in my body screams for completion, I find myself nodding. His dominance is a living thing, wrapping around us like a thick fog.

Obediently, I close my eyes, trying to slow my racing pulse, to gather the scattered pieces of my composure.

Seconds tick by, each one an eternity, and then I feel it—Levi's hot breath against my damp skin. A shiver ripples through me as he resumes his wicked dance, tongue tracing circles that have my hips arching off the bed.

"Levi," I gasp out, his name a prayer on my lips. The fire he ignites spreads through me, a tantalizing torment as he draws me back to that precipice. So close, so torturously close.

But he doesn't take me over. Just before the wave can crash, he pulls back. My body jerks, a silent scream of frustration, and my fingers thread through Levi's hair, yanking him back to where I need him most.

"Please," I whimper, desperation lacing my voice. My nails scrape his scalp, a silent demand for the release that hangs just out of reach. But he only teases, obeying an unspoken command from Grayson, leaving me dangling on the edge of madness.

Heat coils in my lower belly, each denied climax stoking the flames higher. Levi's mouth is relentless, a delicious torture that has me writhing beneath his touch. I teeter on the edge again, breaths ragged, toes curling.

"Good girl," Grayson murmurs from somewhere above us. "This is your lesson in control, Brielle."

I open my eyes to meet his dark gaze, and there's no mistaking the authority in those depths. He nods at Levi, a silent order that has him pulling back just as my body tenses for release.

"Grayson, please…" My voice breaks on his name, the raw need clawing at my throat. The denial is almost unbearable.

Levi's eyes are apologetic, but he continues the sweet torment, circling but never quite giving me what I crave. It's a maddening rhythm of almost-there, a symphony of frustration that Grayson conducts with a mere flick of his finger.

"Can't…I can't take it," I cry out, my plea echoing against the walls. The tension builds. I'm not sure how much more I can endure, this game of brinkmanship pushing me to limits I didn't know I had.

"Mercy," I gasp, the word a surrender, my final bastion of resistance crumbling under the weight of their dual assault. "Please, mercy."

Grayson's fingers thread through my hair. His touch is gentle, yet it reverberates with power, sending shivers down my spine. "Brielle…" His voice dips, heavy with command and something softer, something that makes my heart throb just as much as my body. "Have you learned your lesson? Do you understand who you belong to?"

I'm panting, every nerve ending screaming for completion. My submission is not a choice; it's a necessity, a craving that has settled deep in my bones. I nod, frantic, my eyes locked on his. "Yes, Grayson," I breathe out, my voice tinged with the raw edge of my desperation.

"Good girl."

Levi descends once more, and this time there's no holding back. His tongue dances over me, relentless, a perfect rhythm that knows every secret whisper of my body. I'm lost to the feel of him, to the unyielding desire that he stokes with every flick, every suck. The sounds rip from my throat, uninhibited.

My hands find Levi's hair again, gripping, begging without words as pleasure coils tight within me. It builds, higher and higher, a tidal wave poised to crash. And when it does, it's cataclysmic. Levi doesn't stop, doesn't relent, driving me through the storm of ecstasy that breaks over me. I'm shaking, convulsing, gasping, spent, and utterly his.

As I catch my breath, I hear the sound of a belt buckle as Grayson sheds his clothes and then joins us on the bed. His hands, firm and insistent, pull me onto his lap so that I'm straddling his waist. My skin sizzles under his touch, my body still quivering from the climax that Levi tore from me moments ago. Grayson's gaze burns into mine, heavy with need, as he positions me.

"It's my turn to taste you," he growls, voice laced with raw hunger. It's not a request; it's a command that thrums through me, igniting new fires in places Levi has just stoked to life.

I comply, breathless, as Grayson guides me down. He lies back on the bed, his strong arms controlling my descent until my face hovers above his crotch, while my core hovers above his face. The scent of him, masculine and intoxicating, fills my senses, and a fresh wave of desire crashes through me.

"Levi," I hear myself moan, even as Grayson's yearning consumes me. Levi steps closer, his presence like a magnetic force that draws every fiber of my being toward him.

"Uncover me," Levi orders, his voice thick with lust. His words are simple, but they vibrate straight to my core. My hands shake with anticipation as I reach for the waist of his sweatpants, for what I know awaits me underneath the fabric. Soon his cock is bobbing free, erect and ready for me.

My fingers brush against Levi as I peel the fabric away, and his sharp intake of breath mirrors my own.

Grayson is already rock-hard for me as well. I don't get the chance to admire him too long before Levi is grabbing ahold of my head and pressing it against Grayson's hardness. It demands entrance to my mouth. My own desire flares, hot and wild, as I part my lips, taking him in.

I breathe out his name like a prayer, though it comes out as a moan, and he thrusts up into my mouth, setting a rhythm that is both primal and divine. My senses reel; taste and scent collide—salty, earthy, him. He devours me from below, his tongue relentless, his lips fervent. We're locked in this intimate dance, sixty-nining with a hunger that borders on desperation.

Grayson's movements beneath me precise and calculated. He understands the silent language of my body, reading each shudder, each hitched breath. His mouth works magic, drawing me closer to the brink with every lap of his tongue.

"Give in, Brielle," Grayson mutters against my slick skin, his words velvet over steel.

Levi's hand finds the back of my head and pushes me further down on Grayson's length, his fingers tangled in my hair. I'm completely at their mercy, Grayson's tongue in my pussy and his cock in my mouth, the room full of the wet sounds we make as we devour each other. The overwhelming sensation builds and I soar over the edge, my pussy convulsing around Grayson's tongue as I come on his face.

"Good girl," Levi practically moans, clearly enjoying the sight of my shuddering form. He strokes his rock-hard cock, having removed his sweatpants. "Now, turn around for me. Keep Grayson in your mouth."

I manage to spin around on the bed so that Grayson is still reclined near the head of the bed, and I'm kneeling between his legs. He moans as I continue to move my mouth up and down his hard length. I don't want to stop until he's coming down my throat.

And then there's Levi, who has moved around to position himself behind me, whose touch is fire on my thighs. His grip tightens, his fingertips biting deliciously into my flesh. In one fluid motion, he positions himself at my entrance, and I'm gasping, anticipating the stretch, the fullness.

Levi enters me, and it's exquisite—the feeling of being filled, stretched, wanted. His movements are deliberate, powerful, each thrust sending a shock wave through me that crests in pleasure's delicious torment.

I cry out, my voice muffled by Grayson beneath me, who grunts his approval.

Then, amidst the swirl of sensation, Levi's finger traces a forbidden path, teasing the rim before slipping into the unexplored. A sharp gasp escapes me, the intensity multiplying. It's too much, yet not enough, and I'm spiraling, teetering on the edge of something monumental.

Grayson…Levi…Their names are a mantra in my mind, a plea for more, for everything they're willing to give. Every nerve ending sings, and I'm so close to shattering into a million stars.

Heat coils tighter in my belly, a raging inferno stoked by Levi's relentless pace and Grayson's unyielding demands. Their bodies are instruments of pure pleasure, playing me with perfect harmony. Levi's thrusts grow more insistent, his hands roaming, claiming, as if I'm the very air he breathes.

Grayson meets my gaze, his eyes dark with lust at the sight of me bobbing up and down on his cock.

My grip on reality slips as Levi drives into me with a ferocity that promises no return. The room echoes with the sounds of flesh against flesh.

I'm spiraling, every cell alight with impending release. My moans grow louder, shameless in their need. Levi's rhythm falters, his own pleasure cresting as he seeks his climax. But they hold back, waiting, watching me unravel again.

"Let go, Brielle," Levi grunts, his voice strained with effort and desire.

The dam breaks, and pleasure obliterates me, my body convulsing around them both. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, each pulse of gratification stronger than the last. I'm soaring, free-falling into an abyss of ecstasy.

Grayson's control snaps, his release hot and urgent as it spills onto my tongue. Our moans mingle, a testament to the raw intensity shared between us. Moments later, Levi follows, his warmth flooding me, the final note in our carnal concerto.