Their Treasured Bride (14 page)

Once, twice I plunged, and I came hard—hard enough to groan and
slap my hand against the wall, my mind gone, hard enough to only care
about the feel of her sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I spurted into
her, again and again to overflowing, my seed seeping from her and
down over her thighs. Continuing to rub my cock deep inside her, she
quickly followed me over, crying out her pleasure before leaning
forward to muffle her sounds in my shoulder. Her pussy clenched down
on me even more, all but pulling my cock even deeper into her, as if
she wanted to keep it there.

I was spent, my energy completely gone and I tried to catch my
breath. Carefully, I lowered Rebecca to the ground, held her as she
got her feet beneath her, my cock only slipping out once she stood
upright. Connor came over then and took a hold of her, allowing me to
step back and recover. If a quick fuck up against the wall had me
feeling like this, I wasna going to make it a week. I would, though,
die a happy man.

"Still have that plug in yer pocket, lass?" Connor asked.

Rebecca looked as sated as I felt, leaning against the wall heavily
as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. She nodded as she
retrieved the object from the folds of her dress and handed it to
Connor. He directed her toward the desk with the tilt of his chin.
She must have known what he planned, for she leaned over the flat
surface without direction.

Connor lifted her skirts and bunched them up at the small of her
back. "Spread yer legs, lass. Let me get a good look at ye."

She did as he bid, her cheek resting against the cool wood. I came to
stand beside Connor, took the plug from him. "Dash is going to
work that plug into yer arse while ye suck my cock."

"I...I don't know how," she replied, her voice rough with
desire. I could see her arousal hadna waned from the carnal look in
her eye.

"Dinna worry, he'll instruct ye," I told her.

"Ye will please me greatly," Connor added as he went around
the desk to where Rebecca gripped the edge, her head placed perfectly
for taking his cock.

As Connor opened his pants, I ran the plug over her smooth pussy,
collecting my seed and moving it back to coat her arse. I did this
slowly and patiently as Connor instructed Rebecca on how to suck
cock. I wanted to watch as she took him into her mouth, as her tongue
slid over the thick vein that ran along the underside, how it went
deeply into her mouth, but I focused on her arse and getting it
trained to take us.

The tight ring of muscle resisted the plug's insertion, but I slipped
a finger into her pussy and felt my slick essence. She instantly
relaxed, softening to the pleasure of my action, allowing me to push
the plug slowly, very carefully, deeper and deeper into her. The wide
middle
stretched
her more than ever before and she groaned around Connor's cock. I
felt the hard object pressing into her through the thin wall that
separated it from my finger.

"Whatever ye are doing, dinna stop. If she makes a sound like
that again, I'll come," Connor growled.

I couldna help but grin, imagining the tight, hot feel of Rebecca's
mouth around my cock.

"The plug's almost in, sweetheart. Relax. Good girl." The
plug slipped in the remainder of the way, closing up around the
tapered head. With it secure, I wasna done. It was time to fuck her
with it, verra carefully, so she could know the pleasure found in
arse play, in fucking, so that when she was ready, she'd be eager for
it.

While Connor fucked her mouth, I pushed and pulled at the plug,
stretching her wide, then closed, over and over. Her eyes slipped
shut and she began to moan. Connor hissed out a breath. "I'm
going to come, lass. Take it all. Yes, bloody hell,
yes
.
Swallow it down."

Connor praised her as he came and I watched as her throat worked to
swallow all of his seed.

Once spent, he pulled free, squatted down before her, and used his
thumb to wipe away a spot of seed at the corner of her mouth. "Are
ye ready, lass, to take both of us?"

Connor glanced up at me as I continued to play with her arse.

"She's ready," I said. "She likes it."

"Do ye?" Connor stroked Rebecca's hair from her face.

She nodded dreamily.

"Then tis time."

Aye, it was time to fully claim our bride.

CHAPTER TEN

REBECCA

I barely remembered the ride back to the house. I'd come when Dash
was fucking me—yes, it was fucking and it was incredible—and then
brought me to the brink of it as he played with the plug in my
bottom. The arousal only intensified as I brought Connor to climax
with my mouth. I'd watched as he'd given over to his baser needs, as
he began to shift his hips and fuck into my mouth. It was a heady
experience, watching him succumb and knowing I had that kind of power
over him. When he'd spilled his seed in my mouth, I'd eagerly
swallowed it, the taste of it only making me more desperate to come
again.

It was not to be, for the men carried me through the house and put me
on Connor's lap for the ride to the house with the plug still filling
me. I clenched down on it over and over, but the combination of
feeling so full
there,
and yet empty deep in my pussy, had me
aching with the need for their cocks.

I
needed
them.

Dash took me from Connor's lap and carried me directly upstairs and
into his bedroom. I worked the buttons of my dress free as we went.
"Eager?" Dash asked.

I couldn't help but smile and feel shy, but not enough to stop. "I'm
wearing too many clothes," I admitted.

Connor came in right after I said this.

"We've created a vixen," Dash told him, working the laces
free of my corset. "A cock-hungry vixen who needs what,
sweetheart?"

I should have been shocked by his crude words, but I wasn't. "Needs
my husbands to fuck me."

Both men waited for me to continue. "Together, if you think I'm
ready." I lifted my chemise over my head, leaving me in just my
stockings.

The men took a moment to just look at me, their gazes raking over my
breasts, my thighs, my pussy and in that moment I felt beautiful.

"Put yer hands on the bed and show us yer arse, lass. Let's see
how well ye take that plug."

I didna wait; in fact, I turned and did as Connor bid with eagerness.
I could feel the plug in my bottom—it was too big to forget about
it. It was quite large and it filled me more deeply and was broader
as well. The men's cocks were large, very large, and I knew to be
able to accommodate one I'd need to be stretched more and more, but
was this enough? Could I handle a cock?

One man stood behind me, his hand stroking over my bottom and down my
thigh. I couldn't see who it was, nor could I tell by the hand alone.
It didn't matter though, because I thought of their touches as one.
They
were my husbands and their hands on me were the same.
Connor or Dash, they were mine and they could touch me, play with me,
even use my body as they saw fit. They had earlier in Olivia's house
and I reveled in it.

Dash came to stand beside me and cupped my breasts. "I love yer
breasts, sweetheart. So big, so perfectly responsive."

I couldn't agree with him more, for as his fingers worked my nipples,
I shifted my hips. Connor worked the plug from me and I exhaled,
feeling very empty. He didn't keep me that way for long, but worked
the plug back in, then out, again and again. The smooth wood was
working the tender tissues just inside my bottom, and my arousal
flared back to life. It was a different sensation than having their
fingers deep inside my pussy, or fucking me with their cocks. In my
bottom, it was more intense, a jangly, dark pleasure that made my
skin mist with sweat and my breath sough from my lungs.

"How do ye feel, lass?" Connor asked.

"Treasured," I moaned. The men's hands paused at their
ministrations for a brief moment, and then began again.

"Aye, tis true. Ye are treasured," Dash murmured.

Connor removed the plug again, tossing it onto the bed. Dash handed
him the jar of ointment left on the bedside table and within moments,
I felt his slick thumb circling and stretching me. Round and round he
moved, then dipped in, retreated, as if he were fucking me.

"Does that hurt, lass?" Connor asked.

With Dash plucking and tugging at my nipples and Connor's thumb
working my bottom, hurt was not what I was feeling. I shook my head
against the quilt. "No," I breathed. "It...it feels so
good, but empty."

Dash stepped back and I turned my head to watch as he toed off his
shoes then stripped off his clothes. My mouth watered at the sight of
his cock when it sprung free from the confines of his pants. It was
long and thick and I knew it would be hot and hard as rock if I took
it in my mouth. He moved to lay beside me on the bed and Connor
slipped his thumb from me.

"Crawl up here, sweetheart, and straddle me," Dash
instructed.

I didn't have to be told twice. I put one knee up on the bed, then
the other and worked my way up to him. Dash's eyes focused on the
movement and sway of my breasts as I went. I could feel the tips were
tight and furled, and they ached to be sucked. Everything about me
ached with need.

I came up on my knees on either side of his hips. Dash grasped his
cock at the base and I lowered myself to line the blunt crown up with
my slick opening. With one hand on my hip, he held me in place. I
looked into his eyes and begged. "Please, Dash. Please fuck me."

His eyes were so dark and lust filled. "Ah, sweetheart. Those
are the words I told ye would spill from yer lips. Ye are mine."

"And mine," Connor said, beside me. He'd stripped off his
clothes as well and his cock was just at my height. I could see the
glistening fluid at the tip. He dipped his fingers into the jar of
lubricant before setting it back on the table, and then liberally
coated his cock with the slick ointment.

"I didn't believe it," I admitted. "I didn't think it
was possible to feel like this, not just for one husband, but for
two. I don't want to be like I was anymore. You said prickly as a
cactus." I shook my head. "I don't want to be like that.
Please." I begged the last as I circled my hips, coating the tip
of his cock with my arousal.

Dash released my hip and I slid down his hard length, one delicious
inch at a time. My eyes widened at the feel of him and I could tell
by the tight line of his jaw, the flush to his cheeks that he could
feel how slick I was, because of him. It was his seed from when he
fucked me against the wall that made his passage easy.

Gripping the back of my neck, he pulled me down for a kiss and my
nipples brushed over the soft hairs on his chest. My body was soft
and pliant in his arms and I would succumb—gladly—to whatever
they wanted.

I felt the bed dip beneath Connor's weight, felt his hands on my
hips, thumbs pulling apart my bottom just before the blunt, slippery
head of his cock pressed against my worked opening. I'd loved the
tight feel of a cock in my pussy while I'd had a plug in my bottom,
but this would be different. This would be two cocks at once, both my
men taking me, claiming me. We would be together and I was the one to
join us. That was what I saw with Olivia and her husbands. While the
men were the strong ones, the dominant ones in their marriage,
she
was the one that held them together, that made them one.

I had longed for that as I'd watched them with their new baby, and
now I felt it for myself. I lifted my head from Dash's kiss, looked
at him—
really
looked at him—and saw a man who was loving
his wife. He wasn't fumbling beneath the covers, hiding his body, his
feelings,
anything.
I might have been the one who'd been
exposed, stripped bare and made to feel for the first time, but he,
too, was giving everything.

Dash held nothing back—not his body, his mind, his soul. His heart.
I could see it in his eyes, feel it as I clenched down on his cock,
tasted it in his kiss.

"Yes," I breathed. "I want this. I want you, Dash."
I looked over my shoulder as Connor pressed more insistently against
my back entrance. His dark eyes met mine. I took a deep breath and
relaxed my entire body and as he breached my last barrier between us,
I whispered his name. "I need you both."

The men growled then, deep in their throats, and began to move. As
Connor pushed forward, filling me, Dash pulled back as they
alternated their movements. I was so full I cried out with the
pleasure of it. I could do nothing but succumb to their every desire,
for I knew they would not only give me pleasure, but their hearts as
well.

And so I let go of it all, gave myself to them and let them take me
to the brink of orgasm, finding places deep inside myself only they
could touch. As I looked into Dash's eyes, he thrust up into me while
Connor was completely embedded in my bottom. My clit rubbed against
Dash's belly and it tipped me over the edge. I screamed my pleasure,
unable to hold back, my skin tingling, my ears ringing and behind my
closed eyelids. All I saw was white. I soared, savoring the feel of
being between my men, filled by them, one with them.

I felt Dash come, his seed—hot and thick—spurting into me as his
body stiffened beneath me. Connor was not to be left out, for he
thrust deep, his cock swelling within me and he cried out my name as
he came, filling me and claiming my ass, marking me. I was lost.
Completely and utterly lost. But when they carefully, slowly pulled
from my body and turned me onto my back so they both loomed over me,
I wasn't lost at all. I'd been found.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Vanessa
Vale writes escapist fantasy (aka erotic romance) in the form of
historical westerns. Everyone loves a cowboy—at least she does! A
cowboy who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. Oh
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