Roping Their Virgin_A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  This is why I love them. Their attentiveness and control, the care they reserve only for me makes me feel as if I’m enough. That I could be enough for them.

  “I love you both,” I murmur, drunk on the ecstasy they’re delivering. Hot and hard emotion and passion are entwined within the twins, who are mine forever.

  Cole takes the wet towel from around me while War lays me against the fur throw in front of the living room fireplace, crackling with heat like my core is for them.

  I don’t miss the unspoken communication the twins share with each other. The glance, the nods have always been something they’ve done.

  War kneels between my legs and pins me with his gaze that’s more vulnerable right now than I’ve ever seen in him. I’m wondering if he, too, is feeling like I am: exposed and open, not just with his body but with his heart.

  He cups my ass and buries his head between my legs, picking up with his torturous routine. Oh his scruff, all the little pricks of pain mixing with the pleasure he’s giving me, makes my pussy so wet I worry he might drown. I writhe and knead the fur with my hands, but squirming to get closer does me no good. “War,” my breath rushes out. “I’m ready, so ready. Please, I-I can’t hold on.”

  His moan of possessiveness vibrates against my nub that’s so sensitive the nerves might as well be flayed open. My orgasm perches on a precipice ready to dive, and I’m surprised my shaking and quivering body hasn’t broken me into pieces.

  Cole lands his mouth on mine, stealing my breath. But the urgency in his kiss is dampened. He pulls a slow hand across my breast, trailing his fingers up to my neck. “Once we start, there’s no turning back. Are you sure, Maddie? You sure about me and Warren?”

  I may not have a clue to what will follow after tonight, but I know what I want. “I’ve never been surer than right now.”

  War rolls back on his knees, giving Cole access, and the heat of the fire licks my skin where War’s absence leaves chills.

  Cole pulls my lip into his mouth, and the direction of his hand cascades toward my belly, past my navel, to my hairless mound. He slides his hand over my slippery clit, circling the bud.

  I whimper with need, scissoring my legs. “God, I’m ready. I want you. I want to come. Please.”

  Begging gets me nowhere. At first.

  War adds another finger into my core, stretching and widening. “You’re wet, so fucking wet for us.”

  Cole dips his finger into my channel, sidling up to War’s.

  I gasp at the tightness, the pull, but at the same time, I’m burning up for them to be inside me.

  “She is wet and tight. You’re going to feel so fucking good, Maddie. We’re going to make your dreams come true—our dreams.”

  Four fingers find my hole and swirl around the sensitive constriction that keeps me held prisoner to my virginity. “What if… What if you don’t fit? What if I can’t…?”

  War slides up my side, his expert hands working my nipples, alternating pleasure and pain until I’m melting in his arms as my channel clenches and releases right along with his expert touch.

  I thrust my hips into Cole’s hand that he draws away, and I pant into War’s mouth. “No. Don’t stop. Please. God, I want you. I need you both. Now.”

  Fingers find my channel again, and I don’t care whom they belong to, because I buck my hips against them, letting my knees fall open. I dig my nails into an arm. I think it’s War’s flesh because he growls in my ear.

  “Fuck me. For God sakes, let me come.”

  Behind me I hear a click, and a squirt that sounds like toothpaste, though I know it must be lube. I grab War’s cock when he’s within reach and pump him in long strokes, memorizing the veins that crawl along the circumference. He’s long, twice the depth of my fisted hand, but nothing like the monstrous men cast in the porno’s I’d snuck from my parent’s room and watched when I was a teen. And I can see that there’s a chance for this to work. Hope, because they’re made for me.

  Made to fit inside me at the very same time.

  Cole grabs my ankles, twisting me in a flash so I’m on my side. He crawls up the length of my front, kissing his way up my trembling body until he locks on to my breast while he uses his other hand to roll and twist my oh-so-ready nipple.

  I curl my toes—or rather they curl themselves—the ache inside my channel building until I’m winded and my orgasm gets ready to plummet.

  A cool hand finds my core.

  War’s hand, his callouses I’ve become accustomed to made smooth by the lubrication.

  “Are you sure, babe? This is going to hurt you. Cole can go first.”

  Before I can grasp War’s concession, my objection rushes out as if my lips have a mind of their own. “No. I want this. Make it happen. I don’t care about the pain, because love is pain and pain is love. There’s no separating me to give to you, no seconds for any one of us. Only firsts for all three of us.”

  Cole’s facing me when he draws my leg up and over his hip, finding my entrance with his cock. “Oh, fuck, you’re hot and wet. So ready.”

  He presses against my opening, rocking, rocking me, rocking the three of us as War snugs against my back, his hard cock sliding against the crack of my ass.

  War’s hot breath races against my neck, his movement controlled, and I’m sure he’s waiting for me to give him some type of signal. I reach around, dig my fingers into his hip, and feel his length slide forward until he’s teasing me with his length. He saws waves of pleasure across my ass, each thrust forward teasing my core.

  “I want you,” War groans, the sound filling the room and drawing an echo of pleasure from deep inside me and Cole.

  “You feel so fucking good. I never knew we could feel like this together.” Cole deepens the pressure at my core, tap, tap, tapping.

  The force builds at my entrance from the pressure of two of them, and inside me, too; my core wants to eat them alive. As the tantric seduction they’ve waged on my body demands an end to the punishment, I don’t care about the pain, the tearing, the soreness tomorrow will bring. I only care about the union I’ve clung to in my wildest dreams. I dig my nails into Cole’s back and War’s hip, drawing a primal moan that fills the room with their sweet submission.

  Or maybe that’s me. “I’m ready. Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

  “We’re right here, sugar.”

  “Hold on to us, babe. We’ll take this one slow inch at a time.”

  War constricts a hand on my waist, as does Cole grip my ass, and both men breach my channel.

  “Ah…” I’m stretched wide, more than fingers, more than the fullness I’m expecting, but also less. “This…this isn’t so bad,” I pant.

  Cole cups my face, drawing me to his heated gaze.

  Reality hits me. They’ve only breached the opening.

  Sweat tackles their skin and behind me War growls. “Breathe, baby. We’re almost done. Just need to break through. Hold on tight to me.”

  Cole reaches down, finding my clit. He caresses my bundle of nerves, drawing a shudder out of my body that revives the waves of pleasure. He begins to move forward inside my wet channel.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I squeeze my eyes, holding onto my men who drive forward. The pain overtakes the pleasure that’s seeks to devour me. But my resolve to absorb the stretching of their combined girths and demands of my body overwhelms. “Do it. Make me yours.”

  “Maddie, we fucking love you. Don’t ever doubt that.”

  Their declaration is all I need. “Never.”

  A searing pain tears through me as both men impale me, making me a woman—their woman. Filling me so completely I come undone, mind, body, and soul.

  Chapter Twelve

  Warren

  “Oh my god. Don’t stop. Keep moving, War.”

  Maddie locks her nails around my backside, keeping me planted. She works her hips, grinding and arching to take me deeper, take Cole and me deeper as if she’s some fucking porn star.

 
; And fuck, I don’t want her like this. I want her satisfied with Cole. Or some other guy. Not me, not the guy who’s a decade older and doesn’t know how to be anything for someone else, who isn’t my twin.

  Except I know her and she’s never giving up either of us now. Because she’s believing we’re hers and I can’t deny she belongs to us in every single way.

  Cole’s lost in his orgasm, his eyes rolled back so the whites show in the firelight, his cum filling up Maddie so thoroughly that she’s shaking from the aftershocks of the orgasm we’ve given her.

  Here I am growing soft when I should be like Cole and taking advantage of the situation…and I think she knows.

  Cole pulls out, rolling onto his side, still one hand lost under her soft curves, or lost in the sheets, and he’s puffing like he’s run a marathon.

  Maddie pushes away from me. For a minute. “Lay back, cowboy. I’m not leaving here until I get what I came for.”

  Her dark gaze is almost black, her lips swollen, and her smile’s all for me. “Maddie, I don’t want to hurt you. Tomorrow you’ll be so sore, baby.”

  “Do I look like I’m in pain? Let me worry about tomorrow.” She pushes my shoulders back against the mattress and straddles my hips. Taking my cock in her hand, she finds her core and envelops me with her heat, adding a pleasurable moan.

  “Fuck, babe. You’re so precious to me.” I settle my hands on her tiny waist, and she begins to move, slow at first, finding her rhythm that’s so fucking perfect my dick thinks he’s king. “God, you’re beautiful. So fucking hot.”

  She takes my hands, placing them on her breasts where I switch to autopilot, tweaking and nipping at her sweet nipples.

  “Oh, War. God, you feel so good. So, so…”

  My balls clench right through to my asshole, my orgasm barreling toward home. I want to make our union last, but all I can do is hold on tight and pray I last longer than eight seconds. “Come. With me. Maddie, come.”

  “War. I’m…Ah….Ah….”

  I take her hips, lifting her gorgeous curves, pounding into her flesh, keeping her timing that’s so easy and so perfect that losing everything—this house, this ranch, and this job—means nothing to me without her.

  A flash from outside brightens Cole’s sleep-laden and satisfied gaze, his approval of what’s happened stark in his gaze, what’s happening between me and Maddie now that I’m filling her with my seed, mixing with my twin’s.

  And I realize, like every minute, every decision we’ve all ever made has led us right here to this very moment.

  “I love you, Maddie,” I tell her as I pull her off me and lay her between me and Cole, the fire still ripe with flames and embers, warming the room that shields us from the storm.

  “I love you, too.” She nuzzles against us, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye and disappearing into the darkness and our new beginning.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Maddie

  Cole’s a side sleeper and curled around my backside while War prefers to sleep facing the ceiling, which works out perfectly. I wake with my leg hitched across War’s thigh, my head resting in the crook of his arm, and my hand splayed across his that rests on his chest. But what surprises me most is that Cole’s hand is stacked on top of mine, the three of us so completely fused I want to lock myself around this moment forever and never leave this bed.

  My tummy growls, demanding food. I can’t remember the last time I ate after being upset this past week. If the guys are anything like me, they’ll be starved when they wake as well.

  Careful as I can, I slide out from between them, noticing a bit of pain between my legs, and my cheeks burn. I glance over my shoulder at the two men sleeping like babies, side by side. My guys.

  I close the door with a soft click, pad my way to the kitchen, and stop to pick up Cole’s pants, my little black dress, and War’s shirt. The room looks like an after party and our clothes bits of confetti sprinkled around the living room. Everything is perfect.

  A trickle of warmth slides down my leg that’s tinged red.

  I wrangle with the feelings, my loss of my innocence, and feeling sadness breeze through me is unexpected. This is natural I tell myself—the pain, the bleeding that I wipe at with the towel from last night, the one Cole dried me with.

  As a veterinarian, I know all about biology. Except, suddenly, I’m feeling a wave of discomfort, both wanting to share with the world that I’ve been liberated and loved in the same night and wanting to hide, as if keeping a big, dark secret.

  Under normal circumstances, I might have called a girlfriend or my mom. Gone shopping and sharing and celebrating. Been hopeful for the next time.

  Another wave of heat fills the towel. Asking the guys about what happens after losing my V-card is out of the question. I don’t want to draw attention to how unprepared I am when I’ve had years to make myself ready. And I’m not asking them to share their experience with me about other virgins—I assume Melissa.

  I push the thought of her aside and head to War’s bathroom, since the guys are sleeping in Cole’s bedroom. A pillar sink and a single cabinet fill the room, and the toilet paper’s nothing but a few squares on a single roll. All I need is a hand towel or a bit more TP until I stop by the house and grab a pad. I don’t want to disturb the guys to check out their bathroom for supplies. I just want to make breakfast and surprise them in bed, so I head back out to the kitchen.

  My cell buzzes from deep within the blankets near the fireplace when I pass. The wood is charred to ashes and no longer glowing, and that bit adds to the sadness slowly constricting my throat. I realize that death of a dream, or me giving myself to my guys no matter how euphoric, came with a heavy price. A price that feels weighted and raw.

  The second buzz pulls me from my thoughts, but I ignore the incoming text as I head to our bedroom.

  War stirs when I crack the door and slip past them, heading into the bathroom. I don’t want to find feminine products here, but I do. There are tampons in various sizes, as well as pads. “Fuck,” I mumble as warm hands wrap around me.

  Cole pulls me against his bare chest. “I didn’t know what kind you’d want or used, so I bought everything.”

  The tenderness in his voice shakes me, and I lose my shit right there on the masonry floor, the tiles adding to the chill against my knees.

  “Sugar? Why are you crying? Did I buy the wrong brand?”

  The products blur, and I twist into Cole’s arms where he holds me until my sobs quiet. Embarrassment riddles my body, especially when War squats beside us and rubs my back in small, comforting circles. They remind that we are connected in a way I’m still figuring out. But what we have is also fragile, and I shudder as I stand.

  All this—us—is too perfect, and nothing in this world that is perfect lasts. I don’t tell them that, however. I won’t destroy their dreams of a family that includes me. But just as that thought comes to a head, Cole’s belly rumbles in my ear, redirecting me to reality. “I-I just need a moment. Then I’ll make breakfast.”

  War pushes back my hair from my eyes. “We normally eat in town after we feed the animals. How about we take you home, and we’ll all head to town in an hour.”

  Normal… War’s talking faster than usual, as if he’s picturing a promised future I’m not sure I can guarantee, no matter how much I want us to exist. Cole’s dead quiet, only nodding his agreement, and a little too stiff. The passion we had last night gets lost in the memory, and I wish I’d stayed in bed, lost in the fantasy that everything upon waking would be roses and sunshine.

  Rain pecks at the window, and the gray sky dims the space.

  What will our new normal look like? Will we continue to hide away on the ranch or go our separate ways? The guys have morning chores and, if I’m honest, I need to call the Virginia clinic to check the status of my start date. It’s all going to shit, and I’m feeling powerless to stop reality from closing in on me, on us.

  From the front room my cell phone rings,
this time alerting me by the tone that Mom is calling. I make a mental note to call her later. I can’t deal with her multitude of questions or acknowledge that her warning rings true when I’m trying to piece together my next move, and I think the guys feel the same way.

  Thankfully, the guys give me some space, and Cole’s got everything planned out for me. He hands me a stack of clothes—my clothes from my parents’ house inside my old room. I assume he picked them out at some point this week, but he doesn’t stick around to explain, and soon the house is empty. Will my future feel as bare?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cole

  Maddie’s quiet as she rides into town sandwiched between War and me. The windshield wipers pound out a frantic beat that matches my racing pulse as I’m working up the courage to tell her what she’s going to find out the moment she enters the diner and passes the newsstand. I sling an arm across her shoulder, my hand landing across War’s arm.

  Irritation spikes that’s he’s there comforting her when he knows damn well she’s gonna be pissed in a few seconds. But then he’s the smarter of the two of us, holding onto Maddie and the last bit of time we have left with her before all hell breaks loose. We may be different, but together we’re the perfect men for her.

  “Maddie,” the word splinters the air, and I clear my throat when War stabs me with a warning glare. “There’s something I have to tell you. Something that we’ll have to face if we want to stay together.” Anxiety plows through me, causing my palms to sweat profusely.

  Maddie slides forward. “I knew there was something. Just say it. You’ve changed your minds. I’m too young…”

  The sound of defeat in her voice only adds to my over-stimulated emotions.

  “You had what you wanted, and now we can stop pretending everything will work out. I’ve been called into work early. That is, if I’m still interested in the position. I mean, they want me to start working on Monday. Two days is all I have to decide whether I’m taking my dream job or staying here with you.”