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Movement by the stairs has my blood thrumming. The blindfold heightens my senses, my ears keen. To begin with, I think I’m imagining the multiple sets of feet. Christening the room with Reuben seems only fair considering the hard work he’s put into this, and I am more than happy to be with him again. But anticipating the arrival of Luca and Brecken as well has my breathing kicking out ten-fold.
With bated breath, I wait for more clues. Slowly, the room seems to close in on me, the atmosphere tightening. My chest heaves up and down as the tension builds, as my pussy aches and throbs for a touch, for a voice, for a sign of what comes next. All I know is that the room’s too small to contain one of them, let alone all three, a ripple of delicious power settling over my skin as they take position around the bed.
I’m surrounded.
My skin goosebumps, knowing their dark stares are raking over me. I feel like I’m about to spill out of my skin with anticipation, lust drenching the room and suffocating my lungs. And I refuse to speak, just as they’ve decided not to alert me as to who they are. But their silence feels predatory. I feel trapped, caught, and held, at the mercy of dark forces.
Whoever is on my right, lifts the lid of the trunk and removes something.
Thrills dance through my belly. As one, both my wrists are brought up above my head, leather cuffs securing me to the manacles. I pull on them, the sound of chains clattering against the metal headboard, my throne of stars and snowflakes in my very own tower in the sky.
The mattress depresses. There’s a single kiss on my exposed belly before fingers tuck around the elastic of my thong and strip it off my body.
The movement was so sudden, so unexpected that fear curls through my blood. Who was it? Who stole my panties?
On my left, fingers trail up and down my thighs, curling around the fleshy upper part that leads to where I desperately need those fingers.
A pained breath escapes. Soon, I’ll need to beg.
On my right, a second hand copies the movements of the first, skimming up and down the soft skin of my inner thigh, edging dangerously close to my drenched core. Those hands tease and retreat over and over, turning me mindless.
My breasts are heavy, aching to be touched. I tug on the cuffs, squirming with need, desperate for the slightest bit of contact. “Please,” I beg. “Someone put me out of my misery.”
My back arches off the bed as a finger slides over my pussy on a phantom touch. A mouth closes around my left nipple, and then another hot mouth closes over my right, both brothers sucking hard until I cry out.
At the foot of the bed, the third brother moves closer, crawling over my limbs. My nipples are released from the tormenting ministrations, my belly kissed softly before a thick, long cock claims me in one graceful move.
“Ohhh, yes,” I moan, humming my approval as they enter me over and over again with slow, grinding movements like they want to live inside me. Unable to touch him, I try and rub my cheek against theirs, hoping for insights as to who it is. Wise to my strategy, they keep their head away from mine, and the cologne that normally compliments their skin is unidentifiable.
Urgh.Who knew fucking someone with a blindfold on would be sohard.
The next few minutes are out of my control. All I can do is brace myself as best I can against the force of their passion. And restrained as I am, I can only absorb every rough, punishing stroke they give me. Heat scrolls through my bones, burrowing deep. My release builds and builds, every bite of pleasure wrung out of me as I come, hard, a scream ripped out of me as I strain towards the mirror above.
I get a small reprieve as they adjust their knees, stroking into me with depraved grunts. But it’s not long until they come too, swelling and spilling inside me with a satisfied, masculine groan.
“Kiss me, Roo,” I beg, knowing it’s him.
His mouth is on mine immediately, hot and fierce. It’s not an admission, but he attacks my mouth in the way Reuben normally attacks my body. And then he pulls back, leaving me hanging, lips parted and breath panting. It’s such a classic Reuben move to taunt me like this. To ensure my neediness and mild humiliation. Except today, he can’t praise me. He can’t cajole me into being his good girl, and I miss it so bad.
“Have I been a good girl?” I purr, wishing I could look upon his dark, amber eyes. He licks my throat in a single upward movement, decadent, slow, and sinful.
I take that as a yes. And then he’s gone, the sound of a condom being removed.
My heart settles some, but it’s still ticking at a higher rate than normal, the anticipation of what comes next too much to contain. And when another heavy body climbs over me, their confident lips sucking at a nipple before moving to the other, abrading it with tight, repetitive movements, I know it’s Brecken by the way his hair flops forward.
Gentle fingers roll the lace covering my breasts down, exposing me. Instantly, his attentive mouth grazes over my nipples again. I urge him on, arching against his expert touch.
There’s a shiver of cool air as he pulls away. The next thing I know is a sharp tug, a jolting rip cleaving the air as he destroys the bralette down the center. Softly, it falls to the mattress. And then large, callused hands cover my tits, caressing them, a thumb toying with the hardened peaks. I’ve always wished for bigger boobs, but the way he goes to town on them I don’t think he cares.
When he slides inside me, wedging me apart, I moan in happiness. “Brecken. I’m yours,” I tell him, aware I haven’t told him yet today.
Urgently, his mouth covers mine in response, his lips seducing mine with blatant knowledge. A hand travels over my skin at the same time as our tongues stroke together, ensuring I’m melting to my bones. Impatient, he pulls back, positioning us a little. The bed rocks as he punches inside me, our breaths in unison. Maybe I come quickly because my body’s already primed, but his cock is gloriously skilled, dragging out a second orgasm before he fucks me like the end of the world is upon us.
When he comes, it’s with a smothered roar, my name following on his lips.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear, knowing this is hardest on him. Still. Even though there’s been progress. Even though he’s with me more often.
