Hitched: Steele Ranch - Book 4 Page 8

  “Clearly the judge knew he needed to give the short version of the wedding vows,” King said, sliding in behind the wheel. He winked. “Mrs. Barlow.”

  Fuck, the sound of Sarah having King’s name made my dick hard. It was official.

  We’d arrived at exactly nine o’clock, neither of us wanting to wait a second longer than necessary to make her ours. If only yesterday hadn’t been Sunday and the courthouse closed, she would have already been ours. I lifted her left hand, saw the simple gold band King had put on her finger with his vows. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out my ring for her. Held it up. I wanted to make it official between us, too.

  Sarah’s eyes flicked up to mine. She licked her lips, which were shiny with some kind of girlie gloss. Besides that, she had on a touch of makeup. Something dark and smoky that brought out her whiskey colored eyes, her full brows. Thick lashes. And those lips…fuck.

  “With this ring, I thee wed,” I said, my voice deep. Clear. It didn’t matter we were in King’s truck as I said these precious words. As long as I was with her, that I was getting my ring on her finger, was all that mattered. “To have and to hold from this day forward until death do us part.”

  Tears filled her eyes, slid down her cheeks as I slipped my silver band on her finger to join King’s. Side by side, they looked perfect.

  “I love you, Wilder,” she whispered.

  “I love you, too,” I growled. Glancing around, I knew this wasn’t the place to kiss my bride. Not when she’d just married King. “Now that we’re hitched, let’s get our wife home. I want to kiss her properly. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

  King started the engine, grinning. Yeah, he felt it too. We had our girl. Between us all legal-like. Nothing would tear us apart now. And soon, we’d claim all of her. Every sweet, hot inch of her.

  The ride to the Barlow Ranch usually took thirty minutes. We made it in twenty. And upstairs to King’s bedroom in another minute.

  When he kicked the door shut behind him, I exhaled. This was it. The moment. Her rings glinted on her finger from the bright sunshine through the window. The bed was big enough for all three of us, at least to fuck. We were alone. Hell, no one was around for miles. Sarah wouldn’t have to stifle any sounds of pleasure. We’d hear her come, hear her as we took her for the first time. She wouldn’t have to hold anything back. Ever again.

  And it started right now.

  I glanced to King and he nodded. While Sarah looked nervous, she also seemed excited. Her body twitched with adrenaline, with need. Her eyes were almost black and her nipples were hard though her pretty white dress. We’d ditched our coats by the front door.

  It wasn’t a bridal gown, but it was perfect. With the halter top, it made it easy for King to undo the bow at the nape of her neck, let the material fall to her waist. She was bare beneath. No bra. Only her gorgeous, pale breasts with the big nipples, fat tips and the damned rings. My mouth watered to suck on one.

  From behind, King kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder, slid his hands down to her hips and worked the dress off. It pooled at her feet.

  “Fuck, princess,” King whispered. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking dirty.”

  I palmed my dick through my jeans. The sight of her had pre-cum seeping out. “So dirty,” I agreed. “Going to the courthouse and standing before the judge without any panties or bra.”

  Goose bumps rose on her skin and she shivered. It wasn’t the least bit cold in the room and I knew it was that adrenaline again. She wanted this so fucking bad, but didn’t know what to do. Good thing she had two men in charge.

  “Take off those pretty shoes,” I said, “Bend over when you do. I want one last glimpse of that virgin pussy.”

  She whimpered, but did as I commanded. King moved so he, too, could share in the erotic view. A heart-shaped ass, a pink pussy all glossy and slick. Creamy thighs coated in that sweet, sticky goodness. I licked my lips, remembering her flavor.

  Once she stood before us, bare from head to toe, King reached out his hand and she stepped toward him. “Kneel, princess.”

  She frowned, but did so immediately, her knees cushioned by the soft carpet.

  “Spread your knees wider. Good. Show us what belongs to us. Hands on your thighs, shoulders back.” King guided her to how he wanted her.

  “So fucking pretty,” I commented. Those nipple rings thrust up toward us and glinted in the light just as our wedding rings did.

  King took the necklace from his shirt pocket, held it up for her to see. It was a simple silver chain with a small diamond centered in the front.

  “You’re our wife now. The rings on your fingers prove that. But you’re also our submissive. We’re in charge of everything in the bedroom, but also out of it when it comes to your safety, your comfort. We won’t let anything hurt you. It’s our job to protect you.”

  Sarah looked up at us through her dark lashes. She nodded and King continued.

  “This necklace is like a collar, a sign that your submission is ours. While others might see it as a pretty piece of jewelry, we’ll know your pussy, your orgasms, your every pleasure belongs to us.”

  “And wearing it is an outward sign that you agree to this, that you submit to us, you give yourself to us, openly, wholly. Completely.”

  “Yes!” she cried, ready to stand.

  King held out his hand to still her.

  Moving behind her, he slid her long hair over her shoulder so it fell over her left breast, then wrapped the necklace about her, the diamond settling at the base of her throat. It was a short chain, not quite a choker, but thin. Dainty. Feminine. No one looking at it would suspect the hidden—and very important—meaning.

  Once clasped, she lifted her chin so I could see. “Perfect.”

  I held out my hand and she took it, stood.

  “Are you all right?” I asked. If she had any worries, any concerns, any reason why she might not want to proceed even though she’d practically shouted her consent, I wanted to know now. Because while she was a virgin—not for much longer—we’d push her just the way she wanted.

  “Overwhelmed, but in a good way. I mean, not even two days ago I thought you two were vanilla and now we’re married. It’s happened really fast.”

  That was true, it had. At the same time… “It’s been slow as fuck, princess. It hasn’t been two days, it’s been ten years.”

  “If you’re not ready, we’ll wait,” King said. He ran his finger along the curve of the necklace. “If you want vanilla, you’ll have vanilla.”

  She frowned. “Why would you think that now, after all we’ve done. I mean, I had a plug in my butt for three hours yesterday and now I’m naked while you’re both dressed. Again.”

  King chuckled at her accompanying eye roll and my heart lightened. She lifted her hands, one to cup King’s jaw, the other to cup mine. Her skin was warm and soft and I breathed in her scent. Tilting my head, I kissed the inside of her wrist.

  “I want both of you. I, too, have been waiting a long time. I just can’t believe you’re both really mine.”

  “Believe it,” I said, then paused, lowered my tone. “Let’s talk about a few things while our dicks are under control. Are you on birth control?”

  She flushed a pretty shade of pink, the same color as her nipples. “IUD.”

  “That means, what, you can’t get pregnant for five years?” King asked. We weren’t experts on the details of all forms of birth control, which meant we’d always used condoms. Every time. The only woman we wanted marked with our cum was Sarah.

  She nodded. “Four more years. I won’t get into the details of my uterus, but I don’t have periods either.”

  While I had nothing against fucking our princess while she was on her period—no part of her was off limits where I was concerned—this news only made things easier. “Nothing wrong with a working uterus.”

  She turned an even darker shade of pink. “I’m not ready for a baby. Maybe someday. We can talk about it and I can always have the IUD removed, but for now—”

  “For now, we get you all to ourselves,” I said, suddenly possessive. I didn’t even want to share her with a baby we made. Not yet. Like she said, someday I wanted a whole houseful of kids.

  “Neither of us have ever fucked without a condom. Today, with you, will be the first time. I’m clean,” King said.

  “Me, too. We’ve got the test results downstairs if you want to see.”

  She shook her head, her silky hair sliding over her bare shoulders. “I believe you.”

  I nodded. “Good. Then we’ll take you bare. Nothing will ever be between us.”

  “Okay,” she readily agreed.

  “Good, now undress us, princess. Now you can have all of us. You might wear that necklace that says you submit, but our dicks belong to you.”

  10

  SARAH

  * * *

  The weight of their rings was a hefty reminder that King and Wilder belonged to me as I undid the buttons on Wilder’s shirt, then King’s as they toed off their boots. I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, let it fall to the floor, then switched to King. Back and forth I went until they were in just their jeans.

  I’d seen them like this the other night, but things were different now. They were my husbands. I could take all the time I wanted and touch, lick, taste. But I didn’t want to wait another second to get in their pants. The orgasms they’d given me in the laundry room at Steele Ranch the day before were the last ones and I was more than ready for more. I was horny, hot and needy. They’d been practically teasing me with all the things they’d done everywhere but my pussy. It all but ached to be filled.

  I got my hands on their belt buckles just as I had before and this time, they stopped me again. I could see their hard cocks pressing against their jeans. Wilder’s curved up and toward his waist; if it got any longer, it would surely pop out the top. And King, god, he was so long he had it going down the inside of his thigh. It was like a pipe. King’s hand covered mine.

  Glancing up, I frowned. Angry at being stopped. I wanted to see them, to touch them, lick, suck. God, whatever I wanted. I could now that they were my hus—King’s grip tightened. “Hey! Why’d you make me stop? I thought—”

  “Change of plans, Mrs. Kingston Barlow. If you touch my dick, I’m going to come all over your hand. I want all that cum in your pussy. This first time, no touching.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked, not quite sure if they were teasing me again.

  King tugged down his zipper, reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed, staring at it. I knew my eyes were bugging out of my head like a cartoon. He was huge! Thick and long, the head was mushroom shaped and wide. A sandy-colored nest of curls was at the base and it protruded obscenely toward me. I estimated eight inches long, maybe more and there was no way I could get my fingers all the way around the whole thing, gripping it just as he was right now. It was a ruddy red, a vein ran up the length of it, pulsing with heated blood. The little slit at the tip had a bead of clear fluid and I watched, transfixed, as it slid down the crown. Hanging below the impressive shaft were his balls, big and heavy, proving his virility. When he said he wanted his cum in my pussy, I now knew how much of it he had.

  I clenched my inner walls, wondering how he was going to fit. Was he too long? Could all of him get inside me? And my bottom. He expected that to fit there?

  He took his hand away, but it stood erect all on its own as he tugged on the belt buckle, pulled the long length of leather through all the belt loops on his jeans with a hiss.

  “I’m serious. Who’s in charge, princess?” he asked.

  “You and Wilder, but—”

  “Don’t finish that but, princess, or your butt will be red and hot before we fuck you.”

  I bit my lip.

  “You’ve forgotten already who’s in control here,” he said. Stepping forward, he surprised me by cupping my pussy with his hand. “Whose pussy is this?”

  I gasped at the contact. “Yours and King’s,” I replied quickly, my eyes falling closed. While he wasn’t pressing in on my entrance, the one they’d refused to get near, his fingertips were right there. Without thinking, I rolled my hips and humped his hand.

  “So needy. So greedy,” King said, watching.

  I was. They were so mean not touching me. Filling me. “I need it,” I admitted, without shame.

  “We know,” King said, pulling his hand away.

  He went over to his bed, ripped the blanket and top sheet down the bed so it dropped to the floor. His dick didn’t do anything but point toward me as he did so. “On the bed, princess. Head on the pillows. Get comfortable. You’re going to be there a while.”

  I wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen next, but at least I was headed in the right direction. Me, naked on the bed, was a start. I crawled up on the bed and settled on my back in the center, my head on a pillow as instructed.

  King came around the side, held out his hand. I reached for it and he curled his fingers and gave my palm a squeeze. Then he took his belt and made a loop, wrapped it around my wrist and pulled snug. I frowned as I watched, then he lifted my hand up to the slatted headboard and somehow wrapped the belt so it stayed. My left arm was angled out toward the far corner of the bed.

  King looked down at me, tested the leather about my wrist. “Not too tight?”

  “No,” I whispered, licking my lips. I tugged at the restraint and knew it was secure. That I was secure. I shivered, knowing that he was in control, truly now. I was at his mercy. His cock was just a few feet away from me, almost at eye level. Pre-cum was dripping from it now, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer, that seeing me like this was pushing him to the brink. I understood now, because I was so wet, my inner thighs slick as I shifted on the soft bed.

  When I heard the hiss of a belt again, I turned my head, saw Wilder had tugged his own belt from his jeans and was looping it like King had.

  “What’s your safe word, princess?” he asked. I glanced at him, then at King who was stripping off his pants. I’d seen his cock, but once the jeans dropped to the floor, he was completely naked. Now that I couldn’t touch him.

  Automatically, I gave Wilder my free hand, knowing he was going to restrain my other arm as well. As he did so, I said, “Red.”

  “Good girl. I assume you’ve never been tied up before. Do you need to say it now?” he asked, his gaze raking over every bare, bound inch of me as he undid his jeans and worked them over his hips.

  “No.” I shifted my hips, squirmed a bit, realized I wasn’t going anywhere. I was completely and totally at their mercy. And that was so hot. “You’re going to restrain me for my first time? This is how you’ll take my virginity?”

  Both of them stilled, King gripping the base of his cock, Wilder pausing as he worked his jeans off.

  “If you wanted simple, sweet missionary, you’d have popped that cherry on prom night,” King said. He tipped up his chin. “Spread those legs, princess. Let’s see that pussy. If it’s not drenched in your sweet honey from being at our mercy, we’ll untie you and fuck you nice and gentle.”

  Wilder started to pull his jeans back up.

  “No!” I cried, trying to reach my hands out to him, but all I did was flail on the bed. Yeah, so not attractive.

  His hands stilled, jeans resting low on his lean hips, his cock pointed straight at me. He was just as big as King, but thicker. The crown was different, not as broad, but with that girth, I didn’t think it would matter. I squirmed on the bed again, this time for a different reason. My pussy ached to be filled by that massive thing. King’s, too. And I didn’t want nice and gentle.

  King was right. I wanted it like this. I wanted to submit, to know they were going to do what they wanted, where I could do nothing but clear my head of all the cluttered thoughts and just feel. Just fuck.

  “No?” Wilder asked. “No, you won’t spread your legs for us? No, you don’t want to be tied up? No isn’t red, princess.”

  I licked my lips. While we’d played, done stuff, heck, made out or whatever it was called— although having two guys go down on you and do some serious ass play including a big butt plug probably wasn’t in the dictionary as making out—this was different. They were taking my virginity. There was no going back from that. But I felt the heft of their rings on my finger. There was no going back from wedding vows either. While I was the one tied up, I was the one with the power here. If I said my safe word, they’d untie me. I was safe with them with my emotions, perhaps some I didn’t even know about yet, safe with my body, safe with my submission.

  “No, please don’t stop taking your jeans off,” I said, my voice remarkably calm since I was so worked up. Wilder grinned and pushed them back down as I continued. “No, I don’t want you to untie me or fuck me nice and gentle.”

  It was King’s turn to grin and he began to slide his fist up and down his length, catching the fluid that seeped from the tip.

  “You’re right, King.” Boldly, I planted my feet on the bed which bent my knees, and I slid them wide, then wider still. “I don’t want simple, sweet missionary.”

  They stood on either side of the bed and Wilder reached out, cupped my knee and pulled it toward him. King did the same and they opened me up. Lewdly, especially in the bright light of day. This wasn’t fumbling under the covers in the dark.

  Both men were looking at my pussy, seeing the trimmed hair, the neat landing strip. I knew my folds had spread being opened so wide and they could see everything. I couldn’t hide from them. They wanted it all from me and they were forcing me to give it to them.

  “Dripping.” Wilder commented, his cock bobbing as if eager to get to me. In me.

  “But not ready for our cocks,” King added.

  “What? I’m ready. Beyond ready.” My hair was a tangle behind my head, my arms spread wide and taut. My nipples were hard and aimed at the ceiling. Every inch of me was open. I ached for them. “Please.”

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