Octavia's War by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page A

knees in front of her, so that he was between Remmy’s legs. “You are right. I cannot just watch,” he breathed. He bent and sucked in the tip of her breast and Octavia’s back bowed and everything snapped taut as the pleasure tore through her, straight from her nipple to her clit. Her pussy squeezed. She moaned as her arousal built.
    Remmy’s fingers tugged at her other breast, teasing and tweaking her nipple. It was overwhelming having both of them tease her at once and Octavia closed her eyes. The teasing was stealing her thoughts. All she could do was hang on and try to make this last.
    Then Remmy tore her panties away in a slow, controlled movement that hinted at his great strength. She felt the stitching and the elastic give way, then the fabric itself tore with a low ripping sound. The panties were pulled from her and replaced by Remmy’s hand.
    His fingers were resting at the juncture, stroking in little movements that made her hips twitch.
    “You’re too close…” Remmy’s voice rumbled against her back. “Ángel.”
    Ángel answered by moving his mouth to her other breast. His teeth scraped over the sides of her nipple, then bit gently.
    Octavia’s breath evaporated. She began to pant.
    More fingers were on her thighs, stroking the insides of them, fluttering up against her pussy. It was not Remmy’s big hand, which had not moved.
    Ángel pushed his fingers inside her and she could hear the moist sound they made as they encountered her sopping pussy. The rough, odd shape of his knuckles speared her, caress the sides and sending ripples of building pleasure through her.
    Remmy pressed his fingers against her clit and stroked and Octavia cried out. She reached out to hold herself upright and found Ángel’s shoulders.
    As their hands and Ángel’s mouth drove her relentlessly toward her climax, Octavia shook and panted in harsh little sounds that strained her throat. She couldn’t control the peak that was coming. It was too strong. All she could do was accept it.
    Her head dropped back and she screamed as the orgasm seemed to tear nerves from their roots and squeeze with ferocious delight. The pleasure pumped through her in hot waves.
    Even before the lingering climax faded, she felt Remmy lifting her hips, bringing her up. Understanding filtered through her orgasmic blur as she felt Ángel’s hands on her hips.
    She opened her eyes as Ángel pressed his cock up against her. He pushed inside her and hissed with pleasure. “Hot…” he breathed. “You’re squeezing me.”
    He began to thrust, in hard, deep movements that spoke of his need to come as quickly as she had. There was a deep furrow between his brows, as if he was in pain.
    “Harder,” she gasped as the good pressure began to build up once more, ignited by the dying orgasm and what Ángel was doing to her.
    Remmy had one hand under the small of her back, helping support her. He squeezed her nipple with the other, rolling it and letting his fingernails scrape across it. It was an extra dollop of pleasure that added to the growing inferno.
    Ángel’s cock was ramming into her. Remmy’s hand was on her breast. She was being held up and taken and it was delicious, it was better than anything she had ever experienced before.
    She came with another scream, the raw sound mingling with Ángel’s choked groan as he stiffened and came, too. His cock seemed to swell even larger in her and he pumped in little shifts of his hips.
    He fell back on his knees, panting, as Remmy lowered her hips. “Take her,” he said. His voice was thick, barely recognizable.
    Ángel pulled Octavia toward him, falling back onto the blanket the same way Remmy had done earlier, bringing her over him.
    Octavia ended up with her knees on either side of Ángel’s tight hips. Remmy cupped her ass. “That is a lovely view, that is,” he murmured.
    “Just as good from here,” Ángel said breathlessly.
    Remmy slid into her with one smooth movement. He came to rest