Chapter 26 #3
He did, and the small ache became heat. Bastion’s lips touched my temple, a rhythm of praise with every thrust Luca gave me. “Good girl. That’s it. Taking him so well… made for this.”
Luca’s hands tightened at my hips, pushing just deep enough to make my breath catch, pulling just far enough to make my body chase. He groaned each time I clenched around him.
“You feel it?” he asked, voice splintering. “How you fit me?”
“Yes.” My head tipped back against Bastion’s shoulder. “Luca?—”
He bit off a curse and pressed a kiss to my knee without stopping. “Say my name again.”
“Luca.”
Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear. “Again, angel.”
“Luca.” My voice shook. “My Luca.”
Luca’s thrusts were steady, deep. Pleasure rushing through me, and my legs tightened around his waist.
“Easy,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my stomach. “Let him set it.”
“I can take more,” I breathed.
Luca paused, his eyes were glassy with restraint.
Bastion brushed my hair from my cheek. “Give her a little. She’s asking.”
The next roll of his hips, his dick going deeper, and I cried out—surprised, overwhelmed.
“Good girl. Breathe.” Bastion caught the sound with a kiss at my cheek, grounding me. “That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
He dragged another trembling sound from me, then another, and his gaze burned with reverence as if every sound was holy.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said
“Full. Deep. Like—like I’m supposed to.”
Bastion forehead pressing to my temple. “Ours.”
“Ours,” Luca echoed.
I felt it building. Luca must have felt it too, because his hands softened, his mouth dropped to my knee again, his thrusts staying slow, measured, coaxing rather than chasing.
“Don’t run from it,” he said, low. “Let it come to you.”
“Listen to me,” Bastion whispered. “Just feel.”
I did. The heat climbed. Luca’s control held. I shattered — quieter this time, softer, my body clutching around him as the wave rolled through.
Luca eased out of me with care and lifted me off Bastion’s lap. I felt weightless as he turned around me, then lowered me until I straddled Bastion where he sat braced against the headboard.
“Your turn,” Luca said, and the way he said it sounded like trust.
Bastion’s hands framed my face, thumb at the corner of my mouth. He looked wrecked and gentle at once. “You set the pace,” he said.
I nodded. I took him in my hand, guided him to me, and sank down slowly. He swore under his breath, the sound torn and reverent, his fingers digging into my hips as if he didn’t trust his own restraint. The stretch came but I was ready for it, and Bastion’s eyes, God, the way he watched me.
“Stop me if?—”
“I won’t need to,” he said, voice wrecked. “You’re perfect.”
I set the rhythm. Small at first, careful. Bastion groaned helplessly every time I found a depth that made both of us gasp. Luca stood near the foot of the bed, watching.
“It isn’t fair,” breathless and a little drunk on the heat. “I could— I could take you in my mouth.” I looked at Luca, heat racing to my face. “I could?—”
“No,” Luca said softly, his knuckles running down my back. “Not tonight.”
Bastion’s hands slid to my waist, steadying my pace without stealing it. “This is for you,” he said, catching my eyes. “Just you. Watching you is everything.”
My throat closed around the ache of it. I rocked a little deeper and Bastion’s head tipped back, a rough sound escaping him. “Good girl,” his voice broke a little, “Take what you want.”
I did. I moved the way my body asked, slow, then slower, circling down until heat rushed through me. Every time it felt like too much, Bastion’s voice caught me; every time I faltered, Luca’s quiet, praise steadied my hands on Bastion’s chest.
Bastion’s hands trembled where they held me. He was fighting not to take control, fighting himself for me.
“You can,” my hands moving to his shoulders. “You can move me.”
His eyes shot to mine, ruined and hopeful. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He groaned, a sound low, then his grip shifted. Strong hands locked at my waist, and before I could gasp, he flipped onto the bed. His weight pressed me down, not crushing but grounding, like he needed me pinned where he could see every inch.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “Letting Daddy take care of you.”
His hands smoothed down my sides, tracing every curve like he had to relearn me. He opened my thighs wider with his palms, coaxing me apart.
“Stay open for me,” he whispered, voice thick. “That’s it. Let me see you.”
My breath catching as he filled me inch by inch. Bastion kissed my cheek, my neck, his praise warm against my skin. “That’s my girl.“
My legs tightening around his hips. He pressed deeper, groaning as my body clutched at him. “Fuck… baby. You’re taking me so well. ”
His pace stayed steady at first, every stroke deep but controlled. His eyes drank me in, reverent and wrecked. His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone.
“Look at me. That’s it… don’t hide. I want to see every sound you make for me.”
Each movement driving me closer.
My back arched. The rhythm grew rougher, until my whole body trembled beneath him.
“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth.“I missed you baby. Every fucking day.”
I kissed him back, tears stinging my eyes. His lips brushed down my jaw, my neck, desperate and gentle, marking me with softness.
When he finally pulled free, he didn’t let me go. Bastion slid his arms beneath me and lifted me off the bed, carrying me against his chest.
“Mine,” he murmured, kissing my hair. “Always.”
And as he carried me through open door, I heard the shower running—Luca waiting.
Lucas had his arms open, as Bastion placed me into him like an offering, and Luca caught me instantly, his arms wrapped around me.
The hot water rushing down him before me.
I tucked my head instinctively under his throat. He kissed the top of my head, my temple. “Easy, angel,” he murmured against my hair. “Daddy’s got you.”
His hands smoothed down my back, memorizing me. Every inch he touched felt branded, permanent. He pressed another kiss beneath my ear, reverent. “Missed you. Missed the weight of you here. You don’t even know what you do to me. ”
“You feel like home,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
His breath caught. He pulled me tighter. “Say it again.”
“You feel like home.”
He groaned, rough like my words were enough to undo him. His mouth found mine then, unhurried but consuming. He kissed me like he was starving—like he needed to own every part of me he’d been denied.
When he finally pulled back, his lips brushed my ear. “Tonight’s not about taking. It’s about giving you back what we stole. Slow. Gentle. You’ll only remember worship.”
He turned me carefully until my palms pressed against the tiles, the water running over my shoulders. His chest then pushed against my back, his breath hot at my neck. One arm wrapped across my stomach, the other spreading my hip.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He guided himself to me, pressing carefully until his dick slid in me. His mouth pressed to my shoulder, grounding me. “That’s it, baby. Just me. Just us. Safe.”
He eased deeper, groaning low as I opened for him. “Still so tight,” he rasped. “Like the first time, every time. My perfect girl.”
I whimpered, hips shifting against him. His hand clamped my hip tighter. “Slow,” he whispered. “I want to feel every second of this.”
And he did. Each stroke was deliberate, reverent, his hips dragging against me in a pace that was worship disguised as possession. The water hit the tile, masking our noises, but his groans broke through.
“That’s my good girl. Look how perfect you...take Daddy’s cock.“
The words wrecked me. My legs shook, my forehead pressed against the tile. He didn’t let me slip. His arm across me tighter, hand spread over my ribs, holding me against him.
You don’t stand on your own when you’ve got us,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Always.”
His pace built gradually, still controlled, still coaxing, but deeper now, sharper. I gasped, my body arching back against him. He kissed my shoulder.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Show me you’re still ours.”
“I am,” I choked. “I’m yours.”
He groaned like the words gutted him. His hips pushed harder.
I cried out, clenching tight around him. Luca groaned, grinding deep as my release pulsed around him. “Fuck, baby—yes. Hold me. Don’t let go.”
Another thrust and he came inside me, groaning into my shoulder, his whole body pressed against mine. He stayed there, buried, kissing my neck “Mine,” he breathed. “My angel. My love. Never again without you.”
His breath slowed, his arm still locked across me like he couldn’t let go. I dropped into him, trembling, but safe in the cage of his body.
The glass door slid. Bastion walked in.
Luca finally pulled out, turning me gently in his arms. He pressed a last kiss to my forehead before handing me back—like I was something precious—into his brother’s waiting hold.
He caught me against him and grinned, wicked and soft all at once. “She’s too sweet to stop now.”
“It will help her sleep tonight,” Luca said, voice still rough. “One more time.”
They grinned together, like a secret they’d already decided.
Before I could answer, Bastion pressed me to the tile, lifting one of my legs higher with his hand. “Open for Daddy.” His voice was low, gravelled. “Let me in, angel. ”
I gasped as he pushed forward, thick and hot, filling me again. The stretch stung, but his hand stroked my stomach, soothing, while his other cradled my jaw. He kissed me hard as he slid all the way in, swallowing my whimper.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “Taking me right after him. So perfect for your daddies.”
I trembled, thighs shaking. He held me steady, one hand locking around my thigh, opening me wider. His pace was slow at first, grinding deep, groaning into my neck each time I clenched around him.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking me so fucking deep.”
“Bastion—”