Page 87 of This Reckless Home

Ant’s tattooed arms come around me, taking each of my thighs in his hands and hooking my legs over his, widening his thighs so I’m fully open for them.

“Spread your legs for him, baby. Show Nox what’s his.” One of his hands comes up to cup my breast, the other rests possessively on my stomach.

I’m shaking, my breaths already panted as Nox sinks to his knees between my legs. Movement catches my eye, and I look beyond Nox to find Steele, standing there, hands clenched into fists, chest heaving and looking like he’s barely able to restrain himself.

A sharp nip along my inner thigh steals my attention with a gasp, and I look down to find Nox kissing and sucking the skin up first my right, then my left thigh, teasing and taking his time until I’m squirming and desperate.

“Stay still,” Ant commands, his grip on me tightening. “Let him taste you when he’s ready.”

It’s an effort, but I manage to do as he commands and still my twitching body, though my chest rapidly rises and falls with my panted breaths. A ripping sound and tug has me gasping, Nox having torn my silk knickers to get at my core.

“Such a beautiful, pink pussy,” he rasps, pausing to admire it. I flush. “All ours for the taking.”

His head lowers, and then his mouth is on me and all thought flies from my mind, my head falling back on Ant’s shoulder as a broken moan falls from my lips. My bound hands go to the top of Nox’s head, feeling the texture of his cornrows underneath my fingers, my nails scraping along his scalp.

Ant’s hand squeezes and toys with my breast and nipple, his hand on my stomach firm and unyielding, holding me in place. “That’s it. Let him taste you. Let him make you feel so good, Bloom. You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

His words tumble over me as Nox’s tongue does things to me that defy all words. He’s relentless, tongue, lips and even small nips from his teeth all working together without pause to bring me to the edge with such speed I should be embarrassed. Then just as I’m about to fall over, he withdraws, backing off with loving kisses to my inner thighs and the crease either side of my pussy.

I whimper, but he waits, only resuming his exquisite torture when I’ve calmed enough to not orgasm. And then he begins again, working me up and up and then stopping.

“Nox,” I beg, tears filling my eyes. “Please, Sir, please.”

“Good girl, Princess,” he praises. “Beg me to let you come all over my face.”

“Please, Sir. Please let me come all over your face,” I answer, utterly helpless and full of so much need I’m not sure how I’m even breathing right now.

He doesn’t answer, just dives back in, with more gusto than before and when I start to approach that precipice, he doesn’t slow down. No, he pushes me over and doesn’t stop as I’m consumed by pleasure, crying his name, my body tight and loose at the same time. My body arches in Ant’s lap, my hands buried in Nox’s braids, wrists straining.

The release is exactly that, a release of everything and leaving me weightless, floating on a cloud of bliss but also filling me with a desperation as my inner walls clamp around nothing.

Ant holds me through it, forcing me to experience every moment and not hide away from a single one as Nox works me through each pulse.

I’ve barely come down when my core pulses, hard. “I need…”

“What do you need, beautiful Bloom?” Ant’s voice is rough in my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

“I need someone inside me. Please, Anatole.” I sound wanton, desperate, and I just don’t bloody care. I need to be connected on that deep, internal level with one of them, maybe all of them.

He places a gentle kiss to my sweaty cheek.

“Steele?”

My breath catches. I didn’t expect that. I thought either he or Nox would be the ones to fuck me. And I’m almost afraid to look up and see the rejection in Steele’s eyes. Not because he doesn’t want me, but because it’s so soon and I’m not sure he’s ready for that step after everything that’s transpired between us recently.

But my gaze has other ideas, and I watch with held breath as Nox gets to his feet, lips and chin glistening and his massive hard on visible in his shorts, stepping aside as Steele moves forward.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice tentative, soft and unsure, and his dark eyes, which look borderline feral, soften slightly.

“Yes, Flower. I’m sure.”

The backs of my eyes sting as he lowers to his knees, his large palms gliding up my legs reverently.

“Fuck her, brother. Right in my lap. I want to feel her fall apart around you,” Ant commands, and I moan when Steele’s fingers glide through my sopping cunt.

He leans down, his lips pressing against mine in a lingering kiss that tears me apart in the best way.

Then he pulls away, and I watch as he takes his large cock out of his shorts, pressing the blunt head against my opening. Slowly, achingly slowly, he enters me, his eyes on my face as he pushes inside me, inch by inch. The stretch is intense, but he lets me adjust, remembering that I need to take it slow but will fit him inside me because that’s where he belongs.