Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Book 8) Page 6

  “She’s so tight,” Tucker said.

  Gabe’s hips pressed into my lower back, and I felt the hard outline of his cock. No, it wouldn’t fit. Surely not.

  “Please,” I begged again.

  They would know what to do if it couldn’t work. It felt too good to keep wondering. I was so close, so lost to their hands and mouth. My skin was slick with sweat; my breath escaped in little pants. I couldn’t move, held in place by Gabe’s hands and Tucker’s finger inside me.

  “Your clit is all hard. The hood is pulled back.” He flicked his tongue over it, and I jerked in Gabe’s hold. “So sensitive. It’s time to come, precious.”

  Yes, please.

  Tucker’s tongue circled my clit, over and over, pushing me higher and higher. Gabe’s fingers pinched my nipples, only slightly, but when Tucker sucked on my clit, his tongue working it around and around, Gabe pinched harder.

  I shattered, crying out, my body shaking and shifting in their hold. The pleasure was so intense, I didn’t feel as if my body was mine anymore. I was floating, flying. Soaring.

  Gabe released my nipples but continued to cup my breasts, holding them gently. Tucker lapped at my swollen flesh, but was just as tender, allowing me to come down from my pleasure.

  “Oh my,” I breathed. “It was never like that when I did it to myself.”

  “You made yourself come, did you?” Tucker asked, his voice deep and dark. Husky.

  “So beautiful,” Gabe murmured. “You come easily, so responsive. For us.”

  Tucker sat back on his heels and used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. Even through half-lidded eyes, I held his pale gaze, remaining quiet.

  “Tell us, precious. You pleasure yourself?”

  Gabe’s hands slipped down my body to cup my waist.

  “Yes.” I couldn’t lie. Didn’t want to. Not about this. They didn’t seem upset I’d done so. Didn’t call me anything but brazen. I liked it, especially since they were the only two who knew such a thing about me.

  “How?” Gabe asked. One of his hands slid down over my curls and cupped my pussy. “Do you touch yourself here?” His other hand slid down over my bottom and lower still to that forbidden place. He tapped the untried hole once, then twice. “Here?”

  I gasped. Tucker watched me intently, his jaw tightened. I could see my arousal still shiny on his chin.

  “Yes… and no.”

  “Show us,” Tucker said.

  Before I could reply, Gabe scooped me up in his arms and laid me down in the center of the bed. Tucker stood and gripped the iron footboard as he kept watch. With the tilt of his chin, he repeated, “Show us.”

  I glanced at them both. They were fully dressed while I was completely bare and exposed. It was a decadent, brazen feeling. They’d made me come with dexterous skill. This was what I’d thought about ever since the picnic. Had it only been a few days since my return and seeing them again? I’d wanted them to touch me the way they had, to look at me as they were now. Heated gazes, tight jaws, tense muscles as if they were trying not to jump on me.

  “Be a good girl and show us, precious,” Tucker said.

  “And what if I don’t?” They could see my saucy smile.

  Gabe pointed. “Your ass will be nice and red and your bottom hole filled with a plug. Then you’ll part your legs and show us how you make yourself come.” He shrugged and glanced at his brother. “Perhaps we should just do that now.”

  Tucker nodded once. “I agree.”

  I sat up in surprise. “What? I was just playing!”

  Tucker moved around the bed and pushed me onto my back. I bounced off the soft blankets. Before I could do more than gasp, he gripped my hip and flipped me onto my stomach. Another set of hands lifted my waist, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

  “What are you—”

  “Grip the headboard, precious.” Tucker kissed my shoulder as I rose up and took hold of the cold iron. Turning my head, I looked into his eyes. I saw happiness and humor there. “Trust us. You’re going to love this.”

  I wasn’t so sure, but they’d done nothing so far to have me doubt them.

  “I don’t want another spanking,” I clarified.

  Tucker spanked me once and very lightly. My hips shifted, more out of surprise than pain. It hadn’t hurt at all, just set my bottom to tingling. The spots Gabe had spanked earlier were sensitive and heated quickly. It morphed and spread through my body.

  Tucker continued to rain down gentle spanks all over my bottom, and I found I was pushing out for more. This wasn’t punishment. It didn’t feel like it, especially the way he leaned in and kissed along my nape as he did so. When I turned to watch him, he lifted his head and kissed my mouth. His hand stilled, cupping the heated flesh of my bottom. His tongue delved into my mouth, and I could taste myself. Sweet and musky. The kiss went on and on, Tucker’s lips learning every curve, every bit of my own. It was only when I felt a second hand on my bottom that I gasped and broke the kiss. Turning my head, I saw Gabe kneeling on the other side of me, holding up a small wooden object coated in something shiny and slick.

  “This is a plug for your ass. We’re going to fuck you there. One of us in your pussy, the other in your ass.” Gabe grinned. “You’ll love it. This plug will prepare you.”

  “Now?” I started to panic at the idea of their extremely large cocks going there. I doubted they could fit in my pussy, let alone… there.

  “Don’t panic. Not today. Not until you’re ready.”

  “Gabe,” I said, my voice tentative. I didn’t say more, for he knew I was having doubts about it, no matter what he said.

  “Shh,” he crooned, looking down. I felt the hard object press against my bottom hole. The coldness of it had me jumping, but with each man’s hand on my bottom, holding my cheeks apart, I couldn’t move. Tucker turned my head and kissed me again. I was glad for the pleasant distraction. My body went soft under his skilled lips, and Gabe gently nudged my back entrance open. He took his time and was very gentle, but the feel of the narrow tip sliding into me was odd. It burned slightly, the feel of it sharp and bright and extremely sensitive.

  “That’s it, Abigail. You’re being such a good girl. You’re taking it so easily. I’ll bet it feels strange, but so good.”

  I moaned then against Tucker’s mouth because it did feel good. Why, I had no idea. It shouldn’t feel good. Gabe shouldn’t be right. I shouldn’t like it, but it seemed whatever these two did, I wanted it.

  All at once, the plug settled inside me and I felt the wide base hold it in place. Gabe’s hand slipped around to the front and between my thighs.

  “So wet,” he murmured, touching my pussy for the first time.

  Tucker lifted his head and my lips felt swollen and tingly.

  “Touch yourself,” he whispered, his eyes so close to mine. “Reach down and make yourself come.”

  I let go of the headboard with one hand and reached between my legs, felt Gabe’s fingers, slick with my arousal. They moved away, and I touched my hot flesh. I’d never felt it so wet, so swollen. Placing my middle fingers over the distended nub, I pressed and circled as I was accustomed. My eyes fell closed, and my head tipped back. It felt the same as when I’d done it alone in my bed, but better. The feel of my fingers and the plug in my bottom made it so much more intense. Tucker’s finger inside me only a short while ago made my virgin hole tighten and ache to be filled. It was as if I were being teased, especially when each man cupped a breast and played with it.

  It didn’t take long to come, knowing they were watching. I arched my back and cried out, my inner walls clenching as I came.

  Panting, I let my head fall down between my arms.

  I heard the men stripping off their clothes but only opened my eyes when I felt their weight pressing down the bed on either side of me. I glanced at Gabe first, all tanned skin and dark hair. Lean lines led to a very big, very erect cock. Clear fluid seeped from the tip and, when he gripped the base in his hand, he used his
thumb to wipe it away.

  “We would have waited to put the plug in your ass, but you aren’t a shy virgin.”

  I gripped the headboard at his misconception. “I’m… I’m untouched,” I replied, desperate for them to know I was theirs in every way.

  Gabe grinned, stroked his free hand over my hair. “Of course you are, but you are also very passionate and enjoy what we do to you.”

  Tucker knelt up on the bed, and I looked him over next. His body was so big, so broad, just like his cock.

  “We worried our sexual appetites might scare you, but I think you will keep up nicely. It’s time, precious. I’m going to fuck you with the plug in. It’s going to be so tight, so good. Every single nerve deep inside is going to flare to life and make you come so hard.”

  I let go of the headboard and turned to him. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I admitted, worried at what they would do now.

  He gripped my upper arms and kissed my forehead. “You’re so nice and wet and soft now, eager for our cocks. I don’t think you have a maidenhead, precious. When I slid my finger inside you, it went in nice and deep.”

  I frowned at his words. “But… I’m a—”

  Gabe pressed up behind me, his body so warm against mine. I was between them. God, the heat was incredible. “We know you’re a virgin. It just make things easier for you. For all of us. There shouldn’t be any pain for you the first time.”

  “Only pleasure.”

  Tucker nodded then took my hands in his, put them back on the headboard. Gabe moved and Tucker took his place, shifting his body to be right behind me, one hand still resting atop mine, the other aligning his cock with my entrance.

  “Nice and slow, precious.”

  His voice was so gentle, so tender, and because of it, I relaxed, the feel of his chest pressed against the length of my back. The soft smattering of chest hair tickled my skin as the broad crown of his cock slipped past my folds and forged inward, but only a little bit.

  “Oh.” I gasped at the feel of him parting my tender flesh, stretching me open. He was big, and it was tight, but it felt so good.

  Pushing in a little more, he began to fill me. In and out until I was completely full. His cock did fit, perfectly, too, and to the brink. They were right; there was no pain, no maidenhead.

  Tucker’s other hand came down to rest atop mine on the headboard, his body completely pressed into mine from knees to hips to chest.

  “All right, precious?” Tucker asked. He held himself still waiting for me as his warm breath fanned my neck.

  Slowly, I relaxed all my muscles, even my inner walls, which had rippled around on his cock. As if that would stop him. But I had to adjust to being filled. It was a strange sensation, but good. No, much better than good. I exhaled and relaxed and he slipped in a bit farther.

  “Yes,” I breathed, nodding my head. “I’m all right.”

  “Any pain?” he asked, kissing along my shoulder. He was so patient, even though I knew he wanted to move. His cock had been so hard and ready for me. From the way I was stretched so full, it was even bigger now.

  I shook my head and, for a brief moment, reality pushed through my hazy mind. “But… are you… are you taking me this way because you don’t want to see my face?”

  Tucker’s entire body stilled. He’d been nearly motionless before, but he wasn’t even breathing now. “I’m taking you this way so I can nudge the plug up into you.” He bumped his hips forward and did just that. I responded with a little hiss at the dark sensation. “I’m doing this so it feels like you’re being fucked there, too. You’ll love it when we take you together, but we won’t until you’re ready. Also, I’m fucking you from behind so I can touch you everywhere.”

  He reached down between my legs and gently circled my clit. “Like this.” His other hand moved to cup my breast. “And like this.”

  “Pinch her nipple,” Gabe told his brother. “She likes it.”

  Tucker did, and the slight pain somehow turned into pleasure that moved right down between my legs. I couldn’t help but tighten around him.

  “Mmm, she does. She just dripped all over me.”

  I sighed into his hold. It hadn’t been about the scar. He hadn’t even considered it. Only pleasure, as they’d said. I felt… surrounded and so I succumbed with a simple, “Yes.”

  Tucker’s lips slid back and forth over my clit as he pulled almost all the way out of me, then back in. He groaned, and I felt the vibrations of it against my back. Just the feel of him deep inside me had me on the brink of coming. They’d made me so aroused, so eager for their cocks I wasn’t going to last.

  “Look at Gabe, precious. He’s watching you take me all the way.”

  Turning my head, I glanced at Gabe. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips red, his cheeks ruddy. He stroked his cock. Waiting, readying.

  It was so carnal, so decadent I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. I clenched down on Tucker’s cock and came. Just like that. My eyes widened in surprise at the sudden burst of pleasure.

  “Shit, she just came all over my cock,” Tucker growled, his hands tightening over mine.

  “I know. All she did was look at me,” Gabe added, his voice full of awe as he began to stroke himself a little faster.

  My eyes were closed as the sizzling heat had me catching my breath. Tucker had been right. Deep inside of me, everywhere his cock touched, everywhere the plug stretched, felt alive. The strokes tingled and heated and swamped me with delicious pleasure. It had been nothing like this when I’d touched myself.

  “I can’t hold still any longer.” Tucker kissed my nape and shifted up onto his knees, his hands sliding down my body to settle on my hips. It was then he took me.

  Before, it had been all about me adjusting to him. I was a virgin no longer, and he was going to show me exactly how this… fucking thing was done.

  This was what I’d thought of, longed for. I never knew a woman could be taken from behind, but God, I loved it. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either, pulling almost all the way out then plunging deep, his hips bumping into my stinging bottom each time. Over and over he took me, until I felt his fingers tighten, his cock swell, and a deep rumbling sound escaped his lips. I felt the hot wash of his seed fill me.

  I hadn’t come again, but he’d kept my need simmering. I was panting as hard as he was, loving that I’d made him that way, knowing my body was pleasing enough, that I was good enough for him to come himself. When he pulled out and moved away, I slumped down onto the bed, his hot seed trickling out of me.

  “You’re not done, precious,” he murmured.

  Another hard body came over me and he kissed me briefly, rolled me over. “With two husbands, you will be kept quite busy.”

  I opened my eyes. It was Gabe. I couldn’t help but smile up at him. He kissed me, his beard soft and a little ticklish. He tasted different; he smelled different. He felt different. I opened readily for him, shifting so he could settle atop me. The hair on his chest tickled my breasts and, as his hand cupped the back of my head, his thumb stroked over my sweaty brow before moving down over the puckered skin of my scar. He wouldn’t ignore it, and he let me know that by the simple caress. He was still hard, still eager.

  Using his knee, he nudged mine apart, and I felt his cock at my entrance. He didn’t stop kissing me as he slowly eased inside. I squirmed because of his girth. My tender tissues were stretched so wide. While I saw the dark need in his gaze, I saw tenderness as well, felt it with the way he was fucking me. Gently, as if I were made of spun glass. But I wasn’t going to break.

  “Please.” I shifted my hips up to meet his inward stroke. “More.”

  Pushing up onto his hands, he loomed over me. His dark eyes became almost black. There was an intensity about him now, an aroused need transforming him from tender and almost sweet to virile and potent.

  “You want it harder?”

  I nodded, bit my lip.

  He pulled out.

  “No!�
�� I cried, gripping his shoulders and tugging him back.

  “I’m not going anywhere, but if you want a hard fuck, I need to take out the plug.”

  Settling back on his knees, he gently worked it from my body and, when it slipped free, I sighed. Squeezing my inner walls, I felt empty. Everywhere.

  “Please,” I whispered. I needed him back inside me. Over me. Just as he’d said at the picnic.

  He settled back into place, lowered his head, and kissed me once again.

  “We cannot deny you anything… today. While you may think you are in charge, do not confuse our gentleness for weakness.”

  I didn’t fully understand what he meant, but he drove into me in one long, hard stroke and my mind went blank. Hooking his hand behind my knee, he opened me wide for him. Pulling back, he plunged deep again.

  I cried out at how deep he could go, amazed his oh-so-large cock fit. His balls slapped against my bottom, which was tender and sore from the earlier spanking. I was also highly sensitive from the plug.

  “You’re slick with Tucker’s seed,” Gabe said. His jaw clamped, and sweat dripped from his brow. “I’m not going to last. You’re so tight, so hot.”

  His hips began to drive into me, hard and fast; the wet slaps of it filled the room. My breasts swayed, and he was slowly moving me across the bed with every thrust.

  Whatever spots inside me Tucker’s gentle fucking had awakened were stroked by Gabe’s cock and more aggressive actions. My body had no choice but to relent to his all-out assault, so hard and rough. One I’d wanted… needed. I couldn’t stop the escaping cries of pleasure, nor could I avoid the orgasm tearing through me. My mouth fell open and I screamed his name, my body clenched and pulsed around Gabe’s cock.

  “Shit, she’s milking the seed from me.” Gabe thrust once, twice, then shouted his own release. Buried deep, he came, mixing his seed with Tucker’s. I was done in, my body exhausted from all the pleasure my two husbands plucked from it. They’d done it so easily, too. But, now, I was a boneless, mindless heap. I barely knew when Gabe pulled out or when they tucked me beneath the covers. I slept then, content, sated, and blissfully sore, thrilled that being their wife was better than any one of my dreams.