Page 88 of This Reckless Home

“Steele,” I gasp, swallowing as he bottoms out.

His forehead comes to rest on mine, his breathing sawing out of his chest. We’re both shaking, my bound hands on his chest.

“Fuck, Ant. She feels—I can’t⁠—”

The fact his words are so broken, so full of tortured ecstasy sends me reeling and spiralling, my nerves alight.

Anatole holds me steady, the hand pressed against my stomach sliding lower until his fingers trace where Steele is buried inside me.

“I can feel how stretched she is around you. Feel her tight pussy swallowing you whole, brother.” His words are barely above a growl, and it should probably bother me that they’re speaking as if I’m not here, sandwiched between them, impaled on Steele’s cock. But it doesn’t. Nope, it just makes the fire burning inside my core flare brighter and hotter.

“Move Steele,” Ant orders, his fingers coming to my clit and teasing it. “Give her what she needs. But don’t you dare come until I say so.”

Steele moves his forehead from mine, his lips pulled back into an almost snarl at his friend. But he does as commanded, moving slowly, building me up just like Nox did. Unlike Nox though, he doesn’t tease, just starts thrusting harder when the glide becomes smoother as my body grows used to him.

His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging in as he pulls me towards him, fucking into me harder, teeth bared and I love this side of him. This unrestrained side of him that tells me he’s on the edge just as much as I am.

My nails dig into his skin, my head thrown back, overwhelmed as I feel teeth in my neck, biting down and any gap between Steele and I gone as he presses himself into the cradle of my body, fucking me with deep thrusts of his pelvis.

I’m incoherent, pain from his bite rising with the pleasure of his cock and Ant’s fingers rendering me speechless, reduced to noises of ecstasy ripped from my throat.

My eyelids flutter open to find Nox, standing next to us, huge cock out and in his hand, green eyes watching us as he strokes it, the tip weeping.

I can’t stop the tide that crashes over me, like a wave during a storm, drowning me in pleasure so bright my vision whites out. My inner walls clench around Steele, who grunts.

“Come inside her, Steele, fill up our pussy that belongs to us,” Ant’s voice demands, and Steele buries himself deep, a low growling roar filling the room as he empties himself inside me.

I can barely take a full breath, my chest moving up and down as Steele keeps doing these little thrusts, but practically collapses on top of me, his own chest heaving.

I’m about to say something, though not sure what it would be, when a soft knock sounds on the door and my eyes snap open, my heart giving a startled thud.

“Blossom?” Noah’s soft voice sounds from the other side as the handle turns. “I had a bad dream.”

I’m frozen, Ant’s arms tight around me, Steele deep inside me, my wrists still bound.

Nox moves like lightning, tucking his hard dick back in his shorts as he stumbles to the door, and opens it, just a crack, his body blocking the view into the room.

“Hey, buddy,” he says, only slightly out of breath. “She's just... changing. She'll be out in a minute to tuck you back in, okay?”

“Okay.” Noah sounds tired and I can picture him rubbing his eyes. “Can she bring me some water too?”

“Yeah, she'll bring water. Go wait in your room.” Nox’s voice is soft, and it makes my chest glow hearing how he takes care of Noah.

The door closes. A beat of silence.

Then a giggle falls from my lips, causing Steele to moan as I clench around him. Ant chuckles against my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin there.

Steele, carefully and slowly pulls out, though I still whimper and his nostrils flare when I feel wetness slide from inside me.

“Well, that’s new,” he says, a hint of a smile around his plush lips as he tucks his dick back in his shorts. He looks at me, then reaches down and pulls off his t-shirt.

“Cockblocking children,” Nox groans, and I glance over to see him wince as he adjusts himself. “I guess blue balls is my fucking life now.”

We all laugh as Steele unbinds my wrists, kissing each one and rubbing them before handing me his shirt and helping me get it on. Him and Ant help me up, though my legs are shaking and I feel throughly fucked, cum dripping down my thighs.

“You okay?” Nox asks as he comes over, and I give him a smile that feels all kinds of satisfied.

“Yeah. Really okay.”