Their Wayward Bride (11 page)

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Mason whispered in my
ear, standing directly behind me. He trailed kisses down my neck and
across my shoulder, his hands sliding up and down my sides. "Your
skin's like silk."

As Brody tended to one breast with his mouth, he used his fingers to
play and work my other nipple before switching. I don't know how long
he remained focused there, but by the time he lifted his head, my
hips were shifting of their own accord into him.

"Let's see if she likes a little bite of pain with her
pleasure," Mason said.

Before I could even think of what he meant, his hands came around
from behind and took over from Brody, his big palms cupping my
breasts. His skin was so dark, the hair there making him seem so
manly and rugged in comparison to my pale, sensitive skin. Fingers
took hold of my nipples and instead of just playing as Brody had,
Mason slowly tugged the tips outward, stretching them long and
not...letting...go. I thrust my chest out to relieve the painful
pleasure as I cried out. He didn't relent, just held a constant and
steady pull, and then pinched.

"Mason!" I groaned, my fingertips clawing into Brody's
shoulders. My eyes widened as I looked into Brody's pale eyes. I saw
heat there, need, desire. He was watching me closely, perhaps
ensuring I wasn't truly being hurt. It
was
painful, but
Mason's rough touch wasn't hurting me. It just...was.

Mason let go and lifted my breasts up so Brody could suckle gently at
one tip, then the other, soothing my enflamed skin. He only remained
until I was soothed, my heightened arousal tapered slightly, only for
Mason to repeat his rough attentions. As I held Brody's gaze, he
lowered a hand between my legs and a finger slid over my lower lips.
I couldn't move, couldn't do anything except take what they were
doing, for Mason would not relent.

"She's very wet," Brody said. "She likes it. Do you
like how Mason makes you feel, sweetheart?"

"I...oh," I sighed. I couldn't respond for Brody's finger
ran over my clit and flicked it. He must have been using two hands on
me for I felt a finger circle the entrance to my pussy. They'd made
good on their promise to keep it empty until marriage.

"We're married now. Please, Brody," I begged. I tilted my
hips toward his fingers and I saw him grin.

"Please fill you, sweetheart? You want a cock in your pussy?"

I nodded.

"Let's see how tight you are." The very tip of his finger
dipped inside and I clenched down on it.

"Ah!" It wasn't enough. Just the feel of being filled even
the smallest amount had me eager for more. But his finger was big and
my body was untried and it was very snug.

"So tight. Jesus, Mason, she's going to strangle our cocks."
He slipped in a little further. "I want you to come for us now.
With Mason tugging on your nipples, I'm going to stroke over this
special spot inside you...right...there and you're going to come.
Now."

I could do nothing but follow his command for my body had been well
primed by Mason's insistent fingers on my breasts. Somehow Brody knew
of a place inside me that would make me come instantly. Perhaps it
was the combination of his finger and the almost painful tugging of
my nipples. Whatever it was, I screamed, the feeling so intense, so
hot, so different that I never wanted it to end. I shifted my hips,
rocking them onto and over Brody's finger. He didn't let it go up
inside me any further, only rubbed over that place he'd found. It
was...delicious, that place he was rubbing over.

Mason's mouth kissed across my sweat dampened shoulder as he let go
of my nipples and just cupped my breasts in his palms, holding them
as if they'd ache if he didn't. Brody leaned in and kissed me, slowly
yet deeply. When he pulled his head back, he met my eyes. "Undress
Mason, sweetheart."

He took my wrists in his hands and turned me about. Mason stood
there, tall and broad and waited. I looked him over, from head to
toe, every virile inch of him, and could see the hard, thick outline
of his cock pressing against his pants.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he said. The idea sent a shiver
through me. I undid the buttons down the front of his shirt as he
toed off his boots. He stripped the shirt from his body as I undid
his pants and pushed it down over his hips. His cock sprang free, red
and thick and eager. Clear fluid seeped from the tip.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Brody finish removing the last of
his clothes so he, too, was naked. "Lay down," Brody said.

I sat down on the side of the bed, and then lay back, slowly,
tentatively. I was still so aroused, even after the pleasure they'd
just given me, perhaps even more so. Seeing their cocks so eager and
ready proved to me how much they wanted me. They'd been correct; my
body didn't lie. I wanted them so desperately and the slickness
between my thighs was one of the many giveaways.

"You may have married Mason, but I'm going to take that perfect
maidenhead of yours. I felt it inside you against my finger. It's
mine, sweetheart, and you're going to give it to me. Now spread your
legs so we can see your pretty pussy."

My eyes widened at his crude and carnal words. I lifted my legs from
where they hung off the side of the bed and bent my knees, pulling
them back so my feet were planted on the bed. When I didn't part them
wide enough, Brody just raised a brow and waited.

Both men stood staring down at me. They were naked and so handsome.
While Brody was taller, Mason was broader in the shoulders. The hair
on their chests was of strikingly different colors, but both had
muscles rippling beneath their skin. Their cocks both were aimed at
me, both thick and hard and almost angry in readiness for me.

I licked my lips remembering the taste of their hard yet satiny soft
skin, the salty flavor of their seed. Parting my legs, I opened
myself to them in more ways than one. I was not only giving my body
to them, but I was opening up my heart to them as well, for I had to
trust that they would protect me and keep me safe, to treat me well
and cherish me. They said they'd guard me from the likes of Mr.
Palmer or my father and I had to believe them. I had no choice, just
like I had no choice but to spread my legs wider, then wider still,
beneath their lusty stares.

Their eyes shifted to between my thighs.

"Her pussy's dripping. I can see it from here."

"Those curls are so striking."

I wanted to close my legs, but knew they'd just have me open them
again.

"We'll shave her later."

My eyes widened at their words, at their frank discussion of my body.

"We must leave at least some red down there. Later. Now I need
to make her mine," Brody said, placing a knee on the bed and
positioning himself between my thighs.

My skin was warm and flushed. I could feel it. The quilt beneath my
back was soft, the room lit solely with the soft glow from the
bedside lamp. Their tastes mingled in my mouth from their kisses.
Brody gripped his cock in a tight fist, came down to support himself
on one hand and lined himself up. He slid the broad head back and
forth over my slick folds before catching it at my opening, pressing
slightly forward.

The hint of stretching had me wince. He was so big, so much bigger
than his finger that he'd just inserted a tiny amount. I knew he
would put his entire cock inside me and I tensed, knowing it would
hurt and questioning if the action was even possible. My eyes widened
and my fingers clenched in the quilt.

"Wait," Mason said. Brody froze and I tensed even more. My
breath came out in silent pants. "She's not ready."

Brody looked up my body so our eyes met. "Ah," he said, his
voice gruff and deep. Letting go of his cock, he placed his other
hand by his head so he was directly over me, our noses practically
touching.

"Shh," he crooned before dipping his head for a kiss, this
one a light brushing over my lips. "Listen to my words,
sweetheart."

He was so close I could see the rough stubble of his beard, the gold
flecks in it.

"Do you know what makes me so hard for you?"

I shook my head but held his gaze.

"The little sound you make in your throat when you come. The way
you bite your bottom lip. The color of your nipples."

"Oh," I whispered, almost an exhale.

"I like the way your pussy tastes," Mason added. "The
way your eyes widen in surprise when you come, then they slip closed
as you succumb."

"We'll never hurt you, sweetheart," Brody murmured.

"You're...you're too big," I admitted. "I don't think
you'll fit."

Brody stroked my hair back from my face in a soothing gesture. "Let's
work up to my cock, all right?"

I nodded, soothed by his words, by his gentle tone.

He shifted and reached down to run his fingers over my lower lips and
the sound of my wetness filled the air. A finger slipped inside and
my hips arched off the bed. It went in farther than when he'd done it
before and I clenched down on it.

"Right there, that's your maidenhead. That's for my cock."
He pulled his finger out, but only for a moment and this time two
fingers worked into me. My eyes widened at the feel, a slight
burning, yet it felt...good.

"All right?" he asked, concerned.

I nodded. I was more than all right. His finger felt incredible.

"That's right, move your hips to what feels good. Just like
that. One more finger, sweetheart."

When he had three fingers in me, I cried out. It was tight, so very
tight, yet for the first time I felt filled, but he wasn't deep
enough. I couldn't stop the movement of my hips and soon I became
frantic. I needed more. I felt hot all over and I heard the little
sound that Brody mentioned escape my throat.

"Are you ready for more?"

Brody, too, was breathing hard and I could see that his patience was
costing him. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and his cheeks
were ruddy.

"Yes. Please."

"Ah, I love the sound of her begging," Mason said. He'd
moved to sit beside me and tucked his hand behind my knee and pulled
my leg up and back so I was spread so incredibly wide. "Brody's
going to take your maidenhead now, sweetheart, and I'm going to
watch."

His words eased the last of my fears, although my arousal was so
intense I could barely remember why I didn't want Brody's cock inside
me.

This time when I felt the broad head I wasn't scared. Instead, I
shifted my hips toward him, letting him slide in a little.

"She's...Jesus, Mason, she's so tight." Brody gritted his
teeth as he forged ahead, then pulled back, slowly, again and again
until I winced. He was so big, so wide I felt so full and he wasn't
even in all the way.

"You're ours, Laurel. Ours."

Brody sucked in a deep breath and shifted his hips forward, breaking
through the thin membrane and seating himself all the way. I cried
out at the twinge of pain but also at being so completely full. I
felt as if he was splitting me in half, yet also forging us together
into one.

He held himself still and looked at me, waited until I met his gaze.
"All right?" he asked.

I clenched down on his cock and he groaned. "I want you to take
a moment to adjust, but if you do that, I won't be able to do so."

I arched a brow. "There's more?"

Brody grinned wickedly. "More? Sweetheart, there's so much
more."

Slowly, he pulled back, then slid in. "Oh," I cried.

"You are so beautiful, Laurel. Brody's going to fuck you now.
Nothing will stop him. There's nothing between us any longer."

Brody moved his hips so that his cock worked me, stroked me, filled
me, and then claimed me. The hint of pain dissipated quickly and only
pleasure took over. I moved my free leg up and down Brody's side, the
inside of my knee touching him from torso to hip to thigh. The spot
he'd discovered earlier that had me come so easily was rubbed by the
flared head of his cock. My eyes slipped shut, my head tilted back as
new places flared to life by his cock. Mason's grip on my leg
tightened and he pulled my knee back even further. Reaching between
Brody and me, he ran his finger over my clit, and then pressed down.

I came in one violent rush, the intensity of it surprising me. My
back arched and I screamed, most likely deafening Brody in the
process.

Brody didn't slow his thrusts, but instead quickened them as I
convulsed around his cock.

"So good," he uttered as he filled me all the way then held
himself still. I felt him swell within me, then his pulsing hot seed.

When the last of the pleasure ebbed, I lay there wilted, sweaty and
very, very happy. Mason had released my leg and my knees rubbed
against Brody's ribs. I had no idea it would be like this. So
connected, so carnal, so wonderful.

Brody's breaths fanned my neck and once they evened, he slowly pulled
out of me. I felt empty and still aroused, as if I needed more. Hot
seed dripped from me and onto the blanket below.

Sitting back on his haunches, he looked down at my pussy. "So
perfect," he uttered, his expression now relaxed and pleased. "I
love seeing my seed dripping from you."

"My turn," Mason said, his voice not containing any notes
of pleasure. "My cock aches to be inside you, Laurel. Just
watching your face when you were filled for the first time almost had
me coming."

Brody stood and Mason took his place. "Roll over, sweetheart."

My eyes widened at his request, but did as he asked. I looked over my
shoulder at him, confused. "Why am I like this?"

Mason grinned as he gripped my hips. "I'm going to fuck you from
behind."

"From...." When his cock slid over my wet folds, I
understood. He curved his body over mine and I felt his chest hair
tickle my back. He kissed my nape as his cock rooted and found my
opening. In one slick stroke, he slid all the way in. There was no
pain this time, only a stretching that had me groaning. When his hips
pressed against my bottom I knew he was all the way in.