by Vanessa Vale
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Walker
My balls ached to fill her. Shit, just watching her ride Luke’s cock—again—had me almost coming in my pants. Hell, it had been torture getting her pussy all slick and soft with my fingers and watching as Luke ate her out. It seemed I was a masochist. While I wanted to sink into her more than anything, I was getting off on seeing her with Luke.
I could only imagine the feel of her around Luke’s cock and I had to wonder how he hadn’t blown his load yet. Undoing my pants, I pulled out my cock, relieved to not be so confined and gave it a long hard stroke. Squeezing the base, I tried to stave off my own orgasm. I didn’t want to come all over my fingers like a randy teenager, but instead deep inside of Celia. I wanted to feel Luke’s seed easing my way, then to add mine to her greedy pussy, marking her both of ours once and for all.
Luke had pulled me out of my funk, had made me realize I’d been an asshole to Celia. Climbing out of bed when she’d been so generous and open, letting me play with her ass for the first time, had been downright cruel. I’d been in denial about how much she’d affected me. No longer. I was part of this marriage now. I was her husband and I was going to prove that to her for the rest of my life.
We were starting off slow, easing we could show her some more unusual aspects of fucking, as I knew now she’d be shy, but quite eager. While we’d primed her pussy for our cocks, we were also preparing her mind for more. Easing her into what it was really like between husbands and their wife. It could be anything we wanted. Tender or tawdry, tame or wild. Neither Luke nor I were mild lovers. We’d discover what she liked, where on her body made her moan, made her wet. Only then would she truly be ours, for she’d give us everything. It had started this morning when Luke had showed her one of the plugs he’d picked up at the brothel and when we made her come while playing with her ass.
She was shy and innocent about certain things, but eager too. Like now, riding Luke’s cock, her breasts bouncing as she took what she wanted from him. She knew I was watching, knew I would be next.
If this was marriage, with her so eager and open, then I was going to be fine with the idea. I’d worried I’d be jealous of Luke, fucking what was also mine, but as I watched her ride him with abandon, I just got hotter, my cock thicker.
Luke sat up and nuzzled into the valley between her breasts, then sucked on one puckered tip as he lifted and lowered her, taking her as he wanted so he could come. It didn’t take long. This time it would be fast, for we were both too eager for her. For me, I had the taste of her on my tongue and was just shy of coming.
Celia whimpered, then exhaled a breathy moan, her head falling back, eyes closed as she came. It was a gorgeous sight, her wild and lost to her body’s pleasure. Luke thrust up into her one last time and shouted out his own release. He held her still as he came, as he kissed and sucked on her damp skin. I was eager to feel the same, to lose control deep inside her.
Luke caught his breath first, opened his eyes and looked over her shoulder at me. Gone were the lines of tension from his body, the clamped jaw. He was sated and replete and the smile that tugged at his mouth had me wanting to punch him in the face. While he’d come, my balls were aching with need. This was the third time he’d fucked her and I’d had yet to get inside her.
“Celia.” His knuckles stroked down her cheek, getting her to open her eyes. “Look at Walker.”
She glanced back at me, studied me, eyed my very angry cock.
“He needs you.”
Damn right. I needed her with an urgency I hadn’t felt for a long, long time. Even then, it hadn’t been like this. Ruth hadn’t been blatant at all in her interest, letting me guide her gently through our lovemaking. Even then, she’d been reticent and had never given herself over to abandon. Celia, though, was so responsive, so eager. And so was I.
She moved to stand and Luke had to help her, both of them hissing as he pulled out of her. She turned to face me, Luke keeping a hand about her waist. She was three orgasms in and couldn’t be too steady on her feet. Her cheeks were pink, a sheen of perspiration dotted her brow. Her eyes were glassy as she licked her dry lips. I couldn’t help but groan, my cock pulsing, eager to feel a wet flick of that tongue.
Her hair was wild curls down her back and she had a flushed, very satisfied look on her face. No one would doubt she was a well-pleasured bride if they saw her now. Her nipples had softened and her breasts were plump and full, a perfect handful. A narrow waist flared into full hips. I knew that delightful bottom, every lush curve of it. As I watched her ride Luke, I saw that it was still pink from my spanking.
I’d thought her beautiful when she first walked toward us from the train, but now, with her mind quiet and her body relaxed, she was gorgeous. It wasn’t her body that was drawing me to her—although it would most likely keep me constantly hard—but her spirit. It was light and after her orgasms, eager for more.
I crooked my finger and she came close, moving to stand between my knees as she had in the kitchen earlier. There was no resisting her perfect breasts and I lifted my hands to cup them. I felt their soft weight, rubbed my thumbs over the tightening tips.
Her eyes fell closed as I tugged on them with two fingers. I took in her naked body. She was all soft womanly curves, full hips and a lush ass. At the juncture of her thighs I saw her pale curls glistening with her arousal and Luke’s seed slipping down the inside of her creamy thighs.
As I moved my hands away, her eyes slowly opened. I tilted my head. “Kneel up on the couch and grab hold of the back.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my knees, holding her in place. Once I released her, she moved, settling as I’d requested on the couch beside me. Her breasts swayed as she moved and my hands itched to cup them again.
Up on her knees, she faced away from us. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked to me, then Luke.
I stood and moved behind her, ran my hand down the long line of her spine, felt the heat from her skin, the softness of it, then curved around to cup her luscious ass.
“I’ll never walk away again, doll.”
I leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder, met her gaze. She nodded and I leaned back.
“You think you’re not enough for us, doll? Luke’s hard again.”
Hooking her hip, I gently pulled her toward me so her pussy was on display and at the perfect height to fuck her.
“Luke, where’s that plug you got this morning?”
Luke grabbed the plug and a jar of lubricant from the side table. Knowing we’d use it on her, to prepare her for taking her together, he’d brought it into the parlor with him as we waited for her to finish her bath.
Unscrewing the lid, he dipped two fingers into the jar and coated the plug generously before handing it to me.
I held it up for Celia to see, glistening as it was in the firelight. “You liked it when I touched you earlier.”
She looked at the plug, then at me. Bit her lip.
“You’re going to like this.”
Stepping closer, I slipped my fingers over her pussy, Luke’s seed coating the tips of my fingers. I used it when I slid back and touched her puckered entrance. Coating it thoroughly, I gently circled it as I’d done earlier in the hotel room, then gently pushed inward, insistent yet patient.
“Breathe, doll. That’s it. Good girl.”
I didn’t stop, didn’t relent, but let her body soften and surrender. All at once, her untried hole flowered open to my finger and it slipped in.
She groaned and her head dropped between her arms, but she didn’t move.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Walker, I—”
Nothing else came out as I slowly moved my finger in and out, just to the first knuckle, mimicking what my cock would eventually do, but deeper. Luke went around the couch to stand before her, to tilt her head up and kiss her.
He swallowed her moans and cries of pleasure as I continued to open her up.
She gasped when I pulled out,
but I didn’t leave her empty for long. Pressing the hard, slick plug against her, I carefully worked it into her.
Luke cupped her breasts, which hung down heavily. Taking hold of her nipples, he tugged on them, stretching them to the point where her face was strained. The combination of the nipple play and the plug widening her virgin asshole was too much for her. With my free hand, I brushed my fingers over her swollen clit and she came. I pushed the plug in all the way, watched as she closed about the narrow neck, the dark base a beautiful sight between her spread cheeks.
A wild scream escaped her lips and she tossed her head back, her hair long down her bare back. It was a beautiful sight, seeing her give over to the more decadent and dark aspects of fucking. And she loved it.
Uninhibited and perfect. She didn’t hold anything back.
I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her. I lined my cock up with her slick entrance. “I’ll never tire of you. Of this,” I murmured.
Slowly, I pushed in, her passage slick from Luke’s seed, but the plug made her so very tight. Her languid state eased her body, allowed me entrance. She wanted this. The way her fingers turned white on the back of the couch, she needed it too.
Luke continued to play with her breasts as if he couldn’t keep from touching her.
“Walker,” she breathed, her head falling down between her arms once again, as if it were too much to hold it up. Her back arched and she pushed her ass back so that I filled her all the way.
“Have you ever fucked like this before?” I asked. My voice was gritty and rough as I moved in and out.
She shook her head, her hair falling free of the pins.
“Do you like this, doll? Do you like it from behind?” I stilled deep inside her, waiting. “Do you like a plug in your ass?”
“Yes. Walker, please move!” She clenched and squeezed, shifted her hips.
Sliding my hand down the length of her spine, I began to work the plug in and out of her, in a rhythm with my cock.
“Walker!” she cried, looking over her shoulder at me with widened eyes in surprise as her pussy squeezed my cock.
I grinned and moved once again. “Like that, do you?”
“I… I never—”
“You will, with us. This is what it will feel like when we fuck you at the same time, but we’re bigger than the plug.”
The idea of fucking her there, of being the first to do so pushed me to the brink. There was no way to hold off my release.
“I’m going to come, doll. See what you’ve done to me. Made me like a randy kid.”
I thrust once, twice, as I continued to play with the plug in her ass, then groaned as my seed emptied from my balls, coating her pussy, filling it so that it slipped out around my cock and down her thighs.
With my free hand—I didn’t move my thumb from playing with her—I reached around and fingered her hard little clit. She was so close, so sensitive, it took only a few gentle caresses to make her come again. Her inner walls milked the last of my seed from me.
Leaning forward, I kissed down her back, tasting her salty sweat, feeling the frantic beat of her heart beneath my lips. She’d taken both of us so beautifully. Her inhibitions slipped to the floor like her nightgown and she’d given herself to us entirely. For that, I was in awe. Enthralled.
“We’ll never get enough,” I murmured, before I pulled out, picked her up and carried her up the stairs to bed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Celia
“Wake up, doll.”
I snuggled into a hard body and didn’t want to move. A hand stroked down my back.
“The snow’s still coming down. We need to leave to make it to Slate Springs before the pass closes.”
Walker’s words had me opening my eyes. My head was on Luke’s shoulder, my hand tossed over his waist. While he wasn’t asleep, he remained still. The sky was just starting to brighten, but through the window I could see the thick flakes still falling. Heavier even than when we rode into town.
I glanced up at Walker, who wore pants and an unbuttoned shirt.
“It will close in the next few hours?” I asked, then cleared my throat. It was rough from sleep.
Luke shifted and sat up. I was amazed that I’d slept so well, and using him as a pillow. I’d always slept on my own side of the bed when married to John. I’d wanted my space. But with Luke and Walker, they didn’t offer any to me. I had to settle myself right in beside them with their arms wrapped about me. For cold winter nights, I didn’t mind at all. And what Walker had said was true. I didn’t need a nightgown to stay warm when I had them.
“No, but it will be hard going. The snow will be very deep and difficult for the horses. I’d rather not get stuck, put us or the animals in danger.”
The snow was deep enough in Jasper. I could only imagine what it would be like at the top of the mountain.
“All right,” I said. Walker walked out of the room and down the stairs.
Luke climbed from the bed, naked and went in search of his pants. He had no modesty, just like his brother, which afforded me the opportunity to see him—all of him—in daylight. I glanced at his cock, which was quite erect, and wondered how that had fit in me. John was… oh damn. Enough about John.
Luke was really big and I remembered how he’d filled me right up. Too much, almost.
He grinned at me when he caught me looking.
“I love your curiosity, Celia. Unfortunately, I can’t do anything about it until tonight when we get home. Then we can spend the winter snowed in and naked.”
My pussy clenched. The idea definitely had some appeal.
***
Slate Springs was different than I expected, especially since we rode into town with the snow blowing sideways. There was no path, no route I could see as it was buried in snow and was relieved when both men knew where they were going. Any previous traveler’s tracks—even from minutes before—had been wiped out by fresh snow. Even Luke’s house was barely discernible in the snow. It was white and two-story with a porch, but I couldn’t see much else and I had no interest in lingering outdoors to learn more.
Luke led me inside as Walker took the horses to the barn. It wasn’t much warmer. Luke stomped the snow from his boots, then sat down on the bench by the door to remove them. “It’s cold now, but I’ll get the fires lit. Keep your coat on and soon enough, it’ll be toasty in here.”
He finished with his boots and hung his hat by the door as he tucked his gloves into his coat pocket. He walked toward the back of the house and I heard the grating sound of metal on metal, a cast-iron stove being opened and filled with wood.
As I undid my own boots, I studied Luke’s house. It was comparable to Lane’s in size, but Luke’s was made of stone, the walls thick. It, too, was two stories and vast. There was no question that Luke had money, for the furnishings were simple but well made. Rugs covered the wood floors and I had to imagine how good they would feel beneath bare feet in the winter.
Luke came back down the hall, gave me a wink, then went into the parlor to light a fire in the stone fireplace. It was cleaned out and stacked with wood, ready for a match. The tinder quickly lit and the room quickly warmed.
With the snow outside, the rooms were very bright.
“I have a housekeeper that comes several times a week to clean, but she has dinner ready for me at six each night. Sometimes she cooks here, other times she brings a portion for me from her home. Can you cook, Celia?”
We hadn’t discussed household work and I had to admit, I hadn’t thought much of it. “Oh, um. Yes. I can clean as well.”
“I do not wish to put Mrs. Jacobs out of a job, so I would like to keep her on. Please don’t think I doubt your abilities.”
I offered him a smile. “That’s quite nice of you. To keep Mrs. Jacobs employed, I mean. I’m sure we will get along fine.”
“She will not be here this evening, so we will have to fend for ourselves.”
Booted feet stomped toward the ba
ck of the house. “That will be Walker.”
He took my hand in his and led me to the kitchen, the chill already gone from the room because of the stove.
“Until this weather lets up, we will not be seeing anyone from town,” he said as he removed his boots.
Luke nodded. “Good. Then we can have our honeymoon without interruption. Let me light the rest of the fireplaces and get the house warm. Then we’ll warm you.”
The deep timbre of his voice had me thinking I didn’t need my coat any longer.
Walker stripped his off and hung it by the door.
“She might run off, though, Luke.”
“Oh?” he asked his brother.
Walker kept his eyes on me, but I frowned in confusion. I wasn’t going anywhere in all that snow.
“We’ll need to tie her up, I think.”
My mouth fell open then, remembering I’d told him I wanted to be tied up and taken.
Luke grunted. “Mmm, yes. Once we know she’ll not escape, I think we need to prepare her ass with the next plug.”
I clenched down at the idea.
“We’ll prepare her and fuck her. Again and again. This snow might not let up for days.”
“Days,” Luke confirmed.
They stepped toward me together, hands on the buttons of my coat, the hat on my head.
I had nowhere to go, nothing to do but be the center of their world. As they began to kiss down my neck, cup my breasts and whisper dirty words, I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Luke
Two days. We had Celia to ourselves for two perfect days. Two days we spent in my house with her, making her the center of our world. We slept, we fucked, we talked. We learned about each other. I knew now that she disliked onions and preferred to have socks on her feet when she slept. While she remained naked between us—we both enjoyed the feel of her bare body pressed against ours—her feet were in a pair of my thick socks.