Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7) (8 page)

“Yes.” That’s all he said about the matter. “Fuck Parker’s cock.”

I wanted to move, my pussy eager, so I pushed off my knees and raised up. Parker’s cock slid over my inner walls and made me gasp. At the same time, I came up off of Sully’s finger, but not completely. I was still open for him, too.

Lowering myself, I felt them go deep.

I tossed my head back as the pleasure returned. No pain, no discomfort from the loss of my virginity. I didn’t know how I could want more pleasure after my first orgasm, but my body was warm and limber and ready all over again. My clit rubbed against Parker’s lower belly and I shifted, squirming with having both my holes filled.

“Let go and enjoy. Come whenever you want.”

At Sully’s permission, I began to move. I remembered seeing the whores fucking men like this and I knew now why they enjoyed it so much. But none of them ever had a second man put a finger deep inside her ass so she was fucking herself in both holes. It was dark and carnal and wrong, and yet it felt wonderful.

Sully and Parker did not think less of me for my wanton display. In fact, they pushed me into it, pushed me to discover and enjoy the most deviant of desires.

That was all forgotten as instinct and a drive to another orgasm took over. I lifted and lowered, fucked myself on Parker’s cock. His fingers clenched my hips, but he let me move as I needed. Sully’s finger was insistent and went so deep each time, the sensations it brought about as I raised and lowered myself over the bumpy digit pushed me over the edge.

I came again, clenching down, my inner walls rippling and pulsing.

As I came, my hips stopped moving and I succumbed. Parker took over then, lifting and lowering me as his hips thrust up, his turn to use me for his own pleasure. His breath came in deep pants, his pace uneven as his need took over. I felt him swell and thicken inside of me before he thrust so deep I felt him bump my womb. As he came, he groaned. I came then, a gentle, rolling pleasure at the feel of his hot seed pulsing into me.

This time, when I fell forward onto his chest, he wrapped his arms about me, stroked my slick back.

As Parker caught his breath, as I lay limp and replete, Sully gently slipped his finger free and I whimpered. I heard him shuck his clothes and saw them fall to the floor beside me.

The flesh on flesh stroking sound had me turn my head slightly and I watched as a naked Sully stroked his very eager cock.

“Sully’s turn, sweetheart,” Parker murmured. “Look at that cock. He needs you. He needs your pussy.”

Parker gripped me as he sat up, then shifted and placed me on my back just as he’d been.

Standing, he put his spent cock back in his pants.

Sully stepped up to the edge of the ottoman, took hold of my ankles and slid me down the length of it so my bottom was at the edge. The sore skin tingled against the cool leather.

While intense, Sully had always been gentle with me. Even his finger had probed my ass in an almost delicate way. But now, now he was keeping his inner beast at bay with the thinnest of threads. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. His face was flushed, his lips a thin line. The veins in his temple pulsed and his cock dripped fluid onto the wood floor.

Seeing him this way had me eager. I’d made him this way. While the judge had been afraid of Sully, I was the one who reduced the outlaw to his basest of beings.

“Pull your knees back. Wider. Hold them like that.”

I positioned myself as Sully commanded. I liked the sharp bite of his voice, doing as he wanted. I knew now that while he would do what he wished with me, I’d come, too. I was sure of it.

Placing one knee on the floor, then the other, he knelt between my spread thighs. He was at the perfect height to have his cock lined up with my pussy. Without any preamble, he pushed right in on one long stroke. He went deeper than Parker, if that were even possible. Perhaps it was the angle, perhaps it was because his cock was longer, but I felt every thick inch.

He took me hard, his need was that great. Eyes on my pussy, he watched as his cock disappeared inside me and came back out coated in a mixture of my arousal and Parker’s seed.

“We’re one now, Mary. Your pussy, Parker’s seed, my cock. I’m going to fill you up, too. Our seed’s going to drip from you all night, make you all nice and wet to take you again.”

He told me what he was going to do, how he was going to fuck me, how Parker was going to take me as he plunged into me.

Parker knelt beside the ottoman and cupped my breasts, played with them, tugged on the nipples as Sully didn’t stop. I bowed my back and held onto my knees as Sully came, pushing me into one last orgasm. Like Parker, I felt his seed fill me, felt the hot spurts coat my pussy. I was marked by both of them and I loved that almost Neanderthal concept.

Our deep breaths were all we could hear; the scent of fucking, thick and pungent, filled the air. I was a sweaty, sticky mess and felt sore and used and… well fucked.

As Sully pulled out, I felt their combined seed start to trickle from me.

Sully’s hand cupped my pussy. “That’s a gorgeous sight, sweetheart. Your pussy, all swollen and well used, our seed dripping from it.”

Parker’s fingers joined Sully’s, rubbing their seed over me, working it back into me. “We don’t want you to lose a drop.”

Parker smiled at me as their hands moved over my most intimate of places. “And you thought you weren’t ready.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

MARY

I soaked in a tub filled with steaming water in the washroom, eyes closed. The scent of rose came from the bars of soap and oils tucked into a copper basket hooked on the side of the copper tub. Copper. Most likely pulled from my father’s mine.

The brothel was quiet this early in the morning; all the patrons had been satisfied and sent on their way, all the women sleeping off their night of work. It was the perfect time to ease all of my new aches and pains. Not pains, but I was definitely sore. I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face remembering exactly how I got that way.

“It was that good?”

I opened my eyes to see Chloe standing in the doorway. She wore just a simple white shift and a shawl about her shoulders. She grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows.

“It was… better than good.” I tried to think of an appropriate adjective, but there was none. I doubted my childhood tutor could think of a word appropriate for how a woman feels after being fucked by two men.

Chloe came in and closed the door behind her, careful to let the door latch as quietly as possible.

“I am amazed your men let you out from beneath them.”

I grabbed a bar of soap, played with it, let it slip through my fingers. “They stirred, of course.”

“Of course,” she giggled, moving to sit on a short stool, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her red hair was plaited into a thick braid that fell over her shoulder, a simple blue ribbon at the bottom.

“But they understood my interest in a bath.”

“I bet they did. You have all the luck. Not one beautiful cowboy, but two. And Shooter Sullivan, in bed.” She sighed then. “I bet his weapon is
mighty
powerful.”

I rolled my eyes at her innuendo.

“That other man, Benson? I have more reason why you shouldn’t have married him.”

At the mention of his name, I shifted, the water sloshing toward the edge of the tub. “Oh?”

“One of my men last night is his foreman.” Chloe walked over to the tub, leaned forward and put her hand by her mouth as if to tell me a secret. “The mine, there’s no copper. The vein’s run dry.”

My eyes widened. “Dry?”

I couldn’t believe it. The man spent money as if it came from a well and he just pumped it up out of the ground. If his mine was dry, he certainly wasn’t behaving as if he were in trouble.

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Enough about that little shit. Tell me everything about last night.”

I poked a bubble on the water’s surface. “What?”

“Mary Millard,” she started, then giggled again. “I mean, Mary Sullivan, you were a virgin last night and your first time was with
two
men. I’ve never even been with two men and I’m a two-bit whore in Butte.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “You are much more than a two-bit whore,” I admonished.

“And as I said before, I’ve never been with two men.” She leaned forward, full of eagerness on her flushed cheeks. “I want to know all the details.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, for I have no other experience for comparison.”

Chloe was contemplative. “True. Then I shall ask you questions that you must answer.”

I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to share. It was one thing for me to peek into other people’s sexual escapades, another for me to delve into mine, even as minimal as they were.

“First of all, you are no longer a virgin, correct?”

“That’s correct.” That was a safe question. I’d married two dominant, virile men. There wasn’t a chance I was making it through my wedding night without it being consummated.

“Did they both fuck you?”

I could see my breasts beneath the water, my nipples soft, but I remembered how hard they were when Parker took one, then the other, in his mouth.

“Yes.”

“Together?” Her question was full of amazement.

I shook my head. I’d piled my hair up on top of my head with a few pins, but the curls swung about my face and neck. “They said I wasn’t ready, that I needed to be trained.”

“Mmm,” she replied thoughtfully.

“Chloe.” I had a question for her, but was afraid to ask. But I took a deep breath, for perhaps she was the
only
person I could ask. “In this context, what does it mean to be trained?”

She pushed her legs out straight in front of her. “Your men are thoughtful lovers. They want to fuck your ass, but it’s probably really tight.”

I flicked my gaze at her, then looked away. I offered a sheepish nod, for this discussion about such a private part of my body made me horribly uncomfortable, but I wanted her to continue.

“Your ass—not you—needs to be trained, to be slowly stretched so that it can take a cock without hurting you.”

“Oh.” I thought of Sully’s finger and how he’d used that to
train
me.

“How would they go about doing that?” I asked, not letting on about Sully’s finger.
That
I wasn’t sharing.

“Oh, well, with plugs.”

I frowned, thinking about the one at the bottom of the tub.

She stood, then went right for the door. “Be right back!”

She was gone before I could even wonder where she went. I used the soap on my body, then cupped my hands to rinse my shoulders. I was finishing when Chloe returned, closing the door once again behind her. She held up a small object.

“This is a plug.” She waggled her eyebrows.

It looked like a… “It’s a sock darner?”

She shook her head and giggled again. “No, silly. It goes up your ass. See how it’s narrow at the top and then flares out? That stretches you open, then it narrows again. This here is the part that sticks out and holds it in place.”

“Is that yours?”

She looked at me as if I were not right in the head. “Of course not. We have a carpenter make these for the brothel. This was in the box of ones just delivered.”

My mouth fell open at the very idea and my bottom clenched at the thought of that being put inside me. “I’ve never… I mean, no one ever used one of those when we were watching.”

She put her finger to her lip. “I don’t remember watching with you anyone getting ass fucked, or even playing. If we did, they wouldn’t have used one of these because they would have been experienced and wouldn’t have needed any help.”

That made sense.

“Then—” I was about to ask her another question, but a knock disrupted me.

“Mary.”

Chloe looked to me.

“It’s Sully.”

“Do you want me to let him in?” she whispered.

“As if anything’s going to keep him out?” I responded.

Chloe opened the door and Sully stepped inside. Dressed once again, his shirt was untucked and his feet were bare. With his dark hair mussed and whiskers on his jaw, he looked rugged and very handsome.

When he saw me in the tub, his eyes narrowed and heated. From his height, he could see all of me. I might have been a virgin the night before, but I knew that look. “I came to check on you.”

“Chloe and I were just chatting.”

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the plug in Chloe’s hand.

Her eyes widened and looked to me, slightly panicked. I appreciated her worries for me, for what we’d talked about had been in confidence. Now our conversation was secret no longer.

“It’s… it’s an ass plug,” she murmured.

“Is it yours?” he asked.

Chloe shook her head, but didn’t give him the funny look she’d given me when I asked the same question. She seemed a little afraid of Sully, or at least of Shooter Sullivan. “No, it’s from the carpenter’s delivery box.”

“Ah, good. Excellent timing then. May I have it?”

After a quick glance at me, she handed it over. It seemed so small in Sully’s big hand, but I could only imagine it fitting inside
me.
 

“All done?” he asked me.

I nodded, for the water was getting cold and the room crowded.

Looking about, he took a bath sheet from a hook on the wall and came over to me. I stood, water dripping. It was strange being naked with him, but after last night, it was silly to be embarrassed. Sully offered me a hand and I stepped out, then wrapped the sheet about me.

As he did, he said, “Parker is awake and we should leave before it becomes too late. But first, we will shave your pussy. Now that we have this gift from Chloe, we will begin your ass training, too.”

My mouth fell open as I held the snuggly sheet about me. “I beg your pardon?” I asked. He said shaved?

He went to a glass-fronted cabinet and opened the door, found some shaving supplies, then turned about.

“Shave?” I squeaked.

I glanced at Chloe, who only bit her lower lip. “I’ll… um, I’ll leave you two, or three—” she giggled again, “—alone for now, and say goodbye later.”