Chapter 19 #2
My lips part when Ant chooses that moment to slide a thick digit inside me. “Fuck, she’s so hot and tight. Even after your monster dick, Nox.”
My hand flies out, gripping his wrist. “Ant, stop!”
He freezes, and I twist to look at him. his brows are lowered, worry in his face. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s just—um—I don’t want to spend the rest of the night in wet shorts.”
His brows raise and a smile tugs his lips upwards. “Steele.”
Steele’s hands move from my breasts, grasping the waistband of my shorts and encouraging me to lift up so he can slide them down my legs. He leaves them wrapped around my ankles, then goes back to squeezing and massaging my tits.
“Such a gorgeous pussy,” Ant praises and I look down to see his hand between my legs, his tattooed fingers disappearing inside me. “I’m gonna get you all nice and warmed up, then you’re gonna ride my dick where Nox and Steele can watch and hear you fall apart.”
“If you’ve not guessed, Ant has a bit of an exhibition kink,” Steele rumbles against my ear and I moan when Ant chuckles, pulling his fingers out only to plunge them back in.
I make a gasping moan sound, pleasure sparking along my body as he stretches my still sore pussy.
But somehow, the pain only adds to the pleasure, heightens it almost.
“And I don’t mind spending the night wet from your cum, Bloom,” Ant adds, wasting no time in finger-fucking me. “Steele, her pretty little clit is looking mighty lonely.”
One of Steele’s hands leaves my breast, and I watch as his mahogany fingers come around from behind me, part my lower lips and start playing with my clit.
The casualness of it — Steele knowing exactly what Ant likes, Ant knowing what Steele will do without being asked — speaks to years of partnership I can't quite fathom.
“Oh, god,” I breathe, my head falling back on his shoulder as all of my nerves fire up at once, pleasure threatening to consume me already.
“That’s it, baby. Let us make you feel like you can fly,” Ant says, his voice deep and husky. I open eyes that I hadn’t realised I’d closed to find him staring between my legs, his nostrils flared and his pupils blown.
His fingers flex in a particular way, and I cry out, feeling my cum squirt out of me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Ant praises in a low tone, pumping his fingers faster and harder until I’m seeing stars and know that I’ve soaked his hand, arm and probably the seat underneath me.
I whine when he pulls his fingers from me, grasping my hips, one hand still wet, and pulls me on top of him. My ankles are crossed behind me, still tied together with my shorts, but it doesn’t seem to stop me being able to straddle him.
“You really should be wearing seatbelts,” Nox muses from the front and I turn my head to glance over my shoulder at him.
“Just drive carefully and keep your fucking eyes on the road,” Ant almost snarls, and I look back in time to see him free his hard dick from his shorts.
He’s not quite as big as the other two, which I’m grateful for, but he’s still thick and I know will hit me in all the right places. My hands land on his shoulders as I rise up a little, giving him enough room to notch his tip at my entrance.
“Need to fuck you now, Bloom. Otherwise I’ll find a corner where we’re going and do it in front of everyone else there so they know you’re mine,” he grits out, his hands back on my hips and pulling me down hard.
“Ant!” I yell, the stretch burning, especially where I’m still tender from Nox last night. The stretch burns — always does until I adjust, MRKH or not, but especially with someone new — and I breathe through it. “Slowly, Ant, please.”
He freezes. “Fuck, baby. Did I hurt you?” The alabaster skin on his forehead is furrowed as he looks me over.
“Not much,” I whisper, and his frown deepens. “It’s just with my condition, I need lots of prep and slow going to start. I’m not able to always take as much as someone else.”
“It’s why her pussy is so deliciously tight,” Steele adds from beside us, and the way he reframes my condition to a positive makes heat flare in my chest. “You just have to be a bit careful until she’s used to you.
” Something about Steele educating Ant on my pleasure makes my breath catch and my core heat all at once.
I’m sure the feminist in me should be appalled.
But the fact he’s made an effort to learn, and to help his friend overrides that.
“She is so fucking tight,” Ant moans, keeping still but letting go of one hip to play with my clit until the burn eases.
My chest rises rapidly, the pain turning to pleasure as I get used to being filled with him. He’s thick enough that I have to breathe through the stretch. It seems all three men are above bloody average in the big dick department.
“Ant,” I groan, sounding like a broken record but I honestly couldn’t care less right now, not with sparks flying from his fingers. I start to ride him, needing the extra friction, and he lets out the most manly sound I think I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he instructs, his teeth clenched as he looks at me.
His blue eyes rake over my flushed face, down to where the colour has spread across my chest, and something fierce and possessive crosses his expression.
His other hand leaves my hip, tangling in my hair and bringing my lips down to his.
“Next time I promise I’ll fuck you for hours, spend time making you come so much you’ll be begging me to stop.
And even then I won’t because you are fucking mine and your pleasure is mine too, Bloom. ”
His fingers speed up on my clit as I move faster, using my thighs to pull myself up and then slamming myself down, impaling myself on his dick.
“Fuck, Ant, I’m so close,” I gasp, our foreheads still pressed together as I feel the wave of my orgasm approaching.
“Come for me then, baby. Soak me so all night all I can smell is you,” he orders, pinching my clit and I’m done for.
His lips slam on mine as I scream my release, doing just as he asked and soaking him as I climax. My body tenses up with the power of it, and his hands grab my hips, using them to fuck up into me and prolonging the pleasure that feels like stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck!” he snarls as he thrusts deep, stilling as he fills me with his cum, his fingers digging into my skin.
I sag against him, and we lie together, panting, relearning how to breathe.
“We’re here and I have a fucking boner which cannot be hidden in these shorts so thanks for that,” Nox says sarcastically from the front, and I give a breathy giggle.
“Sorry, sir,” I reply, feeling Ant’s dick jerk inside me.
“Not fucking helping, Princess.”