Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) (7 page)

I knew when Xander slipped a finger inside her, for she went up on her toes, which made her nipples pull taut between my fingers.

“She’s dripping wet,” Xander commented, his head lowered and watching his hand at work. “And squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait to get her on my cock.”

A little moan escaped her lips when he slipped his fingers from her, opened his pants and his cock fell free. A rare grin split his face when he looked up at Emily as he stroked it.

“This is for you, sweetheart. Climb on and go for a ride.”

I was glad Xander didn’t want to draw this out. I’d been ready for her since I opened the door to her earlier. He’d checked her for readiness. By the wet sound that was made when Xander had pulled his fingers from her pussy, I knew she was well primed for our cocks.

With my hands on her hips, I helped Emily settle her knees on either side of Xander’s hips, then lowered her onto the broad head of his cock.

When she sank down, little by little, filling her pussy with his big cock, she reached up and gripped his shoulders for balance. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in utter surprise.

She shook her head and began to squirm in his lap. “It’s too big. No… this won’t work.”

Running a hand down the length of her spine, I tried to soothe her. “Shh, baby. He’ll fit. I promise. Take it slow. Nice and slow and let him in.”

The sooner she rode Xander to completion, the sooner I could find my own release.

EMILY

He was too big. God, Xander’s… cock was much too large to fit inside me. Frank had been small in comparison to Simon’s and Rhys’ cocks I’d seen inadvertently earlier, but Xander…

His cock was thick and long with a plum-colored head. Thick veins ran up the length of it when he’d gripped the base. It was stretching me open, stretching me wide… so wide I squirmed and tried to lift myself off, but Tyler held my hips still and was working me lower and lower.

I clawed at Xander’s shoulders, frightened. “I don’t want it.”

Tyler’s hands disappeared and Xander’s big hand cupped my jaw. It was so warm and I could feel the rough calluses on his palm. “Stop moving,” he commanded.

I stilled, with only part of him filling me. The bite of his words gave me focus, something to pay attention to other than my fear.

“Good girl. Now, just settle. That’s it. You’re so wet, sweetheart, my cock head is coated. Take a deep breath and relax. That’s right.”

Xander’s tone, while direct, was almost soothing. He was directing me, distracting me from the discomfort. When I did relax my inner walls, I slipped a little bit lower on him. He was right, my wetness eased his entry, but I still felt as if I were being split open.

“Lift and lower yourself, get used to the feel of my nice, big cock.”

I came up onto my knees and pulled up off of him, but the flared head was notched just inside me, caught within me by my swollen pussy lips. Carefully, I lowered back down just a touch. Up and down I went, just a fraction of an inch, then more until the wet sounds of fucking filled the air.

“I love seeing her pussy swallow up your cock,” Tyler murmured. “And the way her breasts are bouncing, God, I’m going to come before I even get inside her.” I hadn’t realized until then my eyes had fallen shut and I’d almost forgotten he was there. I’d forgotten everything but the feel of Xander cramming into me. There wasn’t a better word for it, because with every little bit of entry he gained, the fit was so tight. When I finally sat directly on his denim-clad lap, the feel of it rough against the backs of my thighs, I opened my eyes.

Xander was watching me, his eyes almost black, his jaw clenched tight. The corner of his mouth ticked up. “See, sweetheart, a perfect fit.” His hands came to my hips. “Time to move now. Ah, shit, don’t squeeze my cock like that unless you want me to come right now.”

He growled when I did it again and I realized my feminine power. That was short-lived, for his grip tightened and he began to move me as he wished until I was truly riding his cock. The burn and the stretching were replaced with intense waves of pleasure, especially when Xander brought his hips up as he pulled me down onto him. The slight bite of pain as he hit the end of my channel morphed into delicious pleasure.

Somehow, his cock stroked over places inside I had no idea even existed, and that made me hotter and even eager for more.

“Yes,” I gasped, on one rough thrust. I gripped his shirt, clawed at his shoulders as I let my head fall back, my hips beginning to move of their own accord, circling and moving to build the pleasure. To follow it.

Hands cupped my breasts as I continued to move, fingers plucking at the nipples. On one sharp pinch, I cried out.

“She likes it,” Tyler commented. He pinched a little harder.

“Jesus, she’s squeezing my cock when you do that. Again,” Xander replied.

Tyler tugged this time, pulling on my nipples so that as I moved they were stretched painfully taut.

I couldn’t stand it. It was too much.
They
were too much. I came on a gasp, then I screamed as Xander picked up the pace, using my body to stroke his cock, to coat him with my arousal and bring him to his own completion.

I was lost, completely oblivious to anything but the feelings these two men could wring from my body. It was hot and soft and painful and so amazingly incredible that I never wanted it to end.

I felt Xander’s grip on my hips tighten even further as he thrust once, twice more, then buried himself within me. He groaned as I felt him pulse, filling me with his seed, coating me with the hot fluid.

Our ragged breathing mingled and I slumped against his chest. I heard his heart beat wildly beneath my ear. I didn’t know how long we remained like that, but when Xander lifted me up and off his cock, I hissed at the slow slide and the hot gush of seed that followed. Sitting up, I looked at him and bit my lip.

“I’m sorry I—”

He put a finger over my lips. “Shh. Never say you’re sorry about anything when we’re fucking. It’s natural. It’s perfect. We need to know how you feel, how it feels when we touch you, fill you up. Work your body. We will push you, Emily. That’s in my nature. In Tyler’s.”

“I was afraid,” I admitted. “I was… overwhelmed.”

“We
are
overwhelming,” he commented, and I smiled. “It’s Tyler’s turn, sweetheart. You don’t want him to die of blue balls, do you?”

I frowned at the question and glanced over my shoulder.

Tyler had his cock out and was stroking it. I watched as a bead of fluid seeped from the slit and dripped down the flared head. His cock was longer than Xander’s but not quite as thick. My inner walls clenched at being filled by his as well. I knew I could take it now.

“Up onto your knees. Higher. Good. Now stick your ass out and show me that pussy.”

I followed his instructions and it put my breasts directly in Xander’s face. My bottom was thrust out toward Tyler and I was in a most wanton position. No doubt he could see Xander’s seed slipping from me, for I felt it work its way down my thighs.

“I’m going to suck on these sensitive nipples as he fucks you.” Xander seemed very eager by the idea. When he leaned in and did just that, I gasped, then relaxed into the warm, wet suction.

Tyler stroked a finger over my folds. “Swollen and dripping with Xander’s seed. I can’t tell you what it does to me seeing your slit like this. It’s my turn to mark you, baby.”

He took the step that separated us and lined his cock up, sliding it through my wetness, then notching it at my entrance.

“I’ll go in nice and easy, baby. At first. Should be easier for you since you’ve got Xander’s seed all up inside you.”

Xander growled against my breast. The soft rasp of his beard against my very sensitive skin there only heightened the sensations.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Tyler held me exactly where he wanted me as he slowly slid up and in. My body didn’t resist as it had with Xander, the passage this time easy, just as he said. It could have been Xander’s seed that eased the way or the knowledge that I could indeed handle big cocks. I didn’t tense, just let him use my body. I didn’t have much choice; his strong grip on my shoulder allowed me no movement and Xander had a tight hold on the tip of my breast with his teeth.

I could shift my hips as he moved in and out, but a surprising strike of his palm on my upturned bottom had me crying out and Xander letting me go.

“Stay still. Take what I give you.” Tyler’s voice held the command I’d come to recognize in Xander and it did things to me. Xander latched onto one nipple with his mouth once again and sucked. Hard. It wasn’t as sharply painful as Tyler’s tugging fingers, but the hot, wet tug sent spasms directly to my womb. He didn’t linger on one nipple, but moved between the two as Tyler fucked me.

“God, I love hearing the wet suck of your pussy, the way my cock fucks and fills you. Xander’s seed has made you so slippery.” Tyler’s voice only built my pleasure. I loved knowing I was satisfying both of them.

“It’s time to come again, sweetheart,” Xander said, his breath fanning over one damp nipple. “You’re going to come because I tell you. You’re going to come because I’m going to take that tight little tip in my mouth and nip it. Hard.”

“Fuck, Xander, she just squeezed the hell out of my cock,” Tyler said, his voice rough. He kissed the nape of my neck and nipped that tender skin.

I cried out and tossed my head back. My fingers and toes tingled, even the tips of my ears. It was as if every bit of pleasure coalesced between my legs; that my pussy had awakened for the first time. These two had wrung pleasure from me that I never knew was even possible. It made my skin damp with sweat, my breath catch in my throat, my heart race.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The feel of Tyler’s cock hitting those newly discovered places inside of me and Xander’s carnal words had me so close to the edge.

When Xander took my nipple into his mouth and licked it gently, I clenched down as Tyler thrust even harder. It was the anticipation that had me right… there.

When Xander’s teeth sank into the tender tip, the pain radiated out from that tiny spot and spread throughout my body. Hotter and hotter I became until I burst, fire engulfing me. It was Tyler’s cock though, that kept the feelings going, that made me cry out, gasp his name, wince as the pain at my breast morphed into the most decadent pleasure.

Tyler pulled me back onto his cock, seated himself into me fully as he groaned. I felt his release fill me as Xander’s had, hot and pulsing. I felt claimed, completely and utterly taken. There was no question they’d made me theirs this first time.

I was lost under their spell. If they were going to coax me into thinking that they were the men for me, they didn’t need to do anything else. What just happened hadn’t been lightning. It had been so, so much more, and I wanted it again.

And again.

CHAPTER SIX

XANDER

Tyler pulled out of Emily’s pussy. I saw the regret on his face at doing so. I knew the feeling. I wanted to keep my cock deep inside of her forever. The hot feel of her, the way her inner muscles clenched and squeezed, the way she reacted as I moved inside her, were enough to make me want to never leave. But when Emily slumped down onto my lap as she recovered from her two orgasms, I relished the soft feel of her in my arms. She was so small, yet had the most lush curves. Feeling her silky skin, seeing the thin spider web of veins beneath the surface, even the sweet taste of her made me very possessive.

While in jail, I’d never imagined I’d have a woman to call mine. I’d never thought I’d know the feelings that were brought about by a sweaty bout of fucking. Knowing my seed was deep inside her to make a child. Sharing her with my friend made it even better. To know that he would be just as protective, just as possessive of her as I was. Our combined seed mingled inside her, coated her and marked her. If we made a baby, hell, not if, but when, for we’d take her until she was ripe with child, it didn’t matter who the father was. It would be ours as much as Emily was.

I didn’t want anyone else to see her as we did, not like this, all sweaty and sticky with our seed, breathless and limp with satisfaction. Not her pale flesh, not the desire in her eyes, the surprise there at how we’d made her feel, the look of her as she came. I wanted to punch her dead husband for having her first. She was ours. If she doubted that, we’d just fuck her until she agreed.

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” I murmured.

She rubbed her face against my shirt.

“Why am I the only one naked?” she wondered.

I glanced up at Tyler, who was tucking his cock back in his pants. I’d only lowered mine enough to free my cock.

“Get used to it,” he said. “You’re going to be naked quite a bit from now on.”

“Back up on your knees,” I said.

She looked up at me and frowned. “Again?”

I chuckled at her expression, a mixture of surprise and arousal. My cock was quickly returning to readiness at the possibility. Instead, I grabbed the plug and held it up. Her eyes widened.

“Time for your ass training.”

“Training?” she repeated, eyeing the plug with wariness and trepidation.

Tyler took it from me and helped Emily back up into position. Perhaps it was her relaxed and sated state that had her so pliable. It was something to remember if she was not eager for her ass to be stretched. Having her come a time or two first might make her more amenable.

From my vantage point, I could see between her thighs—shiny and sticky with our seed—that Tyler slowly pushed the plug up into her pussy. The wet sound of of it filling her was loud.

“Feel that? It’s not as big as our cocks,” Tyler said as he worked it slowly in and out, then left it inside of her. Using his right hand, he slid his fingers over her slick folds, then touched her ass.

I knew the moment he did it when her eyes widened in surprise. “Tyler!”

“Stay still. We'll hold you this time, but you
will
present yourself for your training.”