Hitched: Steele Ranch - Book 4
Page 9
“Ah, she begs so beautifully,” Wilder commented to King as if I weren’t there. “But she’s thinking too much.”
“Exactly, which means she’s definitely not ready.”
Both shifted their gazes to me. “Who’s in charge, princess?” Wilder asked.
“You and King.” I heard the pout in my voice and I wanted to stomp my feet, but they had me completely immobile.
“That’s right, which means it’s sounding an awful lot like you’re topping from the bottom.”
I sighed. I was. But it was so hard! And so were their cocks and I wanted them in me. Now!
Wilder kept a hold of my knee but crawled onto the bed, laid down and settled between my thighs. His hands went to cup my bottom and he glanced up at me with dark eyes. I watched as he lowered his head, flattened his tongue and licked me.
I startled at the heat from the motion, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take the next lick and the next. My gaze held Wilder’s, but finally fell closed, too overwhelmed with what he was doing. My eyes popped open when I felt a finger circle my entrance, then dipped inside.
“Yes!” I cried. Finally!
I heard the squelch of wetness, felt the stretch of just his finger as it worked its way into me. Slowly, in and out, mimicking what I knew their cocks were going to do soon.
When Wilder curled his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit, I tensed, held my breath, stared up at the ceiling. “Oh my god. What. Was. That?”
King chuckled. “If I had my guess, Wilder found your g-spot.”
“Do it again,” I said, my breathing ragged. I lifted my head, looked down my bare body at Wilder. His gaze was fixed on mine and the sight of him between my parted legs was just so wicked. “I know I’m not supposed to be bossy, but I need that. Whatever, the swirly thing is. God, I need you to do that again.”
Wilder lifted his head. “That good, huh?” His lips were glossy, his chin shiny. I knew I was so wet but seeing it was really hot. His finger curled.
“Oh, yes.”
He did it again, and again and brought his other hand around, brushing his thumb through my slick folds, then over my clit.
I yanked on my restraints, the feel of his thumb like an electrical current. King cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples, flicked the rings.
The thumb disappeared from my clit and I whimpered, but within a second, I discovered where it had gone. To my bottom. Coated in my arousal, my back entrance was slick and so was his big thumb. He pressed and the way his hand was, he hooked himself right inside. Somehow, I couldn’t give any resistance to keep him out. I stretched around him, felt the twinge of pain, the strange sensations I’d experienced from their finger and plug play before now. But combining it with his finger—no, fingers…he added a second—in my pussy, it was so much better.
“I’m going to come!”
“Good girl,” Wilder said. “You’re going to come and when you do, King’s going to fuck you.”
“That’s right, princess. I’m going to stretch you around my big dick and I’m going to take that cherry. Pop it nice and hard. Make you mine. Then I’m going to fuck you, break you in and then fill you up with my cum.”
I moaned at the words. Between that and Wilder’s fingers, I came. Arching my back, I went taut, screamed. I’d never come like this before, never felt so intense, so hot, so bright. I had no idea what it was going to be like when—
“No!” I cried when Wilder’s fingers slipped from me.
The bed dipped, shifted as I still came and I barely processed that Wilder had moved away, King settling between my thighs, this time leaning over me, aligning his cock and sliding in.
My eyes widened as he stretched me. Then stretched me some more.
“Oh my god.”
I squirmed, shifted, trying to take him all. Deeper and deeper he went as I continued to come. He really did have a pipe in his pants. It felt like I was being impaled on one.
“Fuck, princess. So tight,” King growled, his forehead pressing gently against mine. I felt the hairs of his chest tickling my nipples as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ve never felt anything so good before. You’re coating my dick with all that sweet cream.”
So much for tender. He talked as dirty as could be and it made me drip all over him even more.
My inner walls rippled and clenched around him trying to adjust as he held himself still. I’d seen how big he was. It felt like he was huge. Hot and thick, now I knew why they called it a claiming.
“Why…why aren’t you moving?” I breathed after a minute, shifting my legs, feeling the wiry hairs on his thighs against my calves. He was so warm, hot even. His skin was slick with sweat and the scent of sex and King swirled around us.
King lifted his head, studied me. “I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you. I popped your cherry, princess, with my big dick.” His voice was deep, clipped, as if it were costing him to speak. I noticed his muscles quivered, his cock pulsed inside me, even though his hips hadn’t moved.
I shook my head just a touch, licked my lips. “You did, but you didn’t.” I took a deep breath, let it out. Not only was it weird to have him inside me, having him on top of me was different. He wasn’t heavy since he was up on his forearms, but his hips were pressed against mine. I felt…pinned. Skewered. “My gyno broke my hymen when she put the IUD in. God, that hurt. So I’m a virgin, but it didn’t hurt like my friends told me it would the first time. And you’re right. Your dick is really big.”
He grinned then. This close, his eyes were a dark, stormy blue and his smile was like heaven.
“Let’s try something,” he breathed, slowly pulling back, the slide of his cock over my newly sensitized tissues had me gasping. When he pushed back in, I groaned.
I couldn’t move my arms, but I wrapped my legs about his waist, crossed my ankles.
“I think she likes it,” Wilder said, settling onto the edge of the bed. Watching.
“I do.” I closed my eyes when King started moving now. Fucking. In and out, a slick slide that hit all kinds of places I never knew existed. “God, it feels so good.” But just looking at King and I knew this wasn’t all of him.
“This isn’t topping from the bottom, really.” I glanced up to the right toward my wrist trapped in a belt. “But you’ve got me tied up. You want me at your mercy. Don’t hold back. I’m not saying red. I’m saying green. Very green.”
King’s eyes flared and then he glanced down my body. “You’re right, princess. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shook my head again. “You won’t. You’re big, god, you’re so big, and I’ll be sore, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like it could the first time. Please.”
King glanced at Wilder, who nodded.
“All right, princess. No holding back.”
But instead of fucking me hard, he pulled out all the way. I gasped at the slide, then the emptiness.
His hands went to the backs of my thighs as he sat back, lowered his head and put his mouth on me, his tongue going right for my clit. After having him inside, this was really intense, pushing me back into full arousal.
I was thrashing—as much as I could—and crying out his name before he let up.
“That’s better,” he said, coming back over me. “Now we fuck.”
He lined himself up and plunged into me.
I screamed and came, so full and his pelvis pressed against my so-sensitive clit. But he didn’t let me ride through it. His hand slid down my leg to my ankle and he lifted it up to his shoulder, changing the angle. In and out he moved, his hips like a piston. Hard, so hard that our bodies slapped together.
The orgasm had me in a steely grasp, never ending, swamping me with feelings. I wasn’t sure if his cock was magical or if being penetrated and fucked just felt this good all the time, but it was too much.
“I can’t…too much,” I breathed. Sweat slicked my skin and his grip on my ankle was tight.
He didn’t stop.
“Just—”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t process as he brought my other leg up, both up by his shoulders. He slowed down now, the angle making him go so deep that he bumped the end of me.
A mouth settled on my nipple. Glancing down, I saw Wilder’s dark head. “Again,” he breathed against my heated skin.
I closed my eyes, the sight of them too much.
“That’s right, princess. You’ll come again, but not until I say. And you’ll come with me, milking my dick and taking all my cum nice and deep.”
My head thrashed back and forth when a finger circled my clit. “I’m going to come!” I cried.
“No.” The one word from King had me whimpering. “Come and I’ll spank your ass.”
It was too much, they were too much. I was going to come. It was like a pleasure freight train, no stopping it. My back arched, my arms tugged at the restraints. I wanted to touch them, to pull Wilder closer, to push him away. I couldn’t control anything.
“Shit, princess, you creamed all over my dick. You want to be spanked.”
“No, I need—”
“We know what you need,” Wilder breathed, circling faster on my clit.
King plunged deep held still. “Now. Come now.”
I did. There was no scream this time, only white-hot feeling. King groaned, his wrists almost painfully tight on my ankles. He held himself still, so deep in me. I could actually feel the heat of his cum as it pulsed into me. Filled me, overflowed around his cock and slipped down to my ass.
I could barely catch my breath as I felt the bed shift, the belt about my wrist loosen. One, then the other, until I was freed. Wilder’s hands kneaded my arms, my shoulders. I knew it was him because King hadn’t moved, his cock still deep inside me.
He lowered my legs to either side of his hips, all but collapsed on me so his head was on my shoulder, his breathing ragged. I brought my free hand down, stroked his hair. I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face, even as I kept my eyes closed.
So perfect.
Carefully, he pushed off me, settled back on his heels. Wilder helped me up, held me in his arms, my legs still wide around King’s hips.
“You’re…you’re still hard,” I commented. King’s cock was a ruddy red, coated in a thick layer of our mixed cum.
He grinned. His face was relaxed, his eyes sated. “Princess, this isn’t going down anytime soon. It’s Wilder’s turn, but don’t worry, this dick won’t be neglected. It’ll be back in that perfect pussy soon enough.”
I knew those words weren’t a boast, they were a promise.
“Hands and knees, princess,” Wilder said, his voice deep. Eager. “My turn.”
When that big cock slid into me, I knew I wasn’t going to be neglected either.
11
KING
* * *
Three days. We didn’t let her out of my house for that long. She also hadn’t worn clothes in that time either. Well, she’d worn some lacy lingerie and racy kink-wear Wilder had gone out to pick up at the adult store. He liked to pick out shit like that. I liked to take shit like that off her. And to enjoy seeing Sarah in it first.
Crotchless panties. Red satin. Bustiers and corsets. Nipple chains and vibrators. It was all money well spent. And Sarah had accepted it all, done everything we’d asked of her beautifully. Oh, her ass had been spanked several times—she was too sassy on occasion and she wasn’t too thrilled about a vibrating butt plug with a remote control—but otherwise, she’d submitted. And hadn’t once said red.
She’d pretty much had a dick in her while she was awake. Mine was still hard. Three fuck-filled days later.
Wilder had had to return to work this morning, so had Sarah. Cricket and Penny had been helpful and filled in for Sarah at the library—Kady couldn’t take off from the school—their wedding gift to us so we could have those few days as a pseudo-honeymoon. But even though Sarah was back at the library full-time didn’t mean I couldn’t see her. Fortunately, I was my own boss and the small building was quiet when I stopped in. I’d intentionally picked after lunch to see my girl; any school group visit would have happened first thing in the morning and the moms with little kids were back home for nap time.
I’d walked through the doors fifteen minutes ago, stamped my feet on the mat to get the loose snow free. The action had had Sarah looking up from her seat behind the main check-out desk and smiling. She looked fucking hot as a librarian. Her dark hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her white blouse crisply ironed and buttoned almost all the way to her neck. I remembered how that blouse had been worn last Saturday night, tied at the bottom to hold it closed to cover that slutty bustier.
Yeah, beneath that prim veneer, my girl was a slut for me. A submissive, eager little slut. And she loved it.
And I loved her.
She’d stood as I came over to her, the original wood counter separating us. The library was one of the original Carnegie buildings. Not much had been updated over the years besides carpeting, electric so the building didn’t catch fire and so there was internet for computers, as well as the vintage furnace being modernized. I liked it old. I’d come here as a kid with my mom and it really hadn’t changed at all. Of course, at the time I’d never imagined I’d be married to the librarian.
And as a teenager, I’d never imagined I’d crook my finger and lead that same librarian into the back room to pull the bigger sized butt plug Wilder had put in her ass this very morning and then fucking her. There.
After locking the door, I’d bent her over her small desk, tossed up her skirt and carefully slid the plug from her. Between the plugs and her first ass fucking the night before, her hole was becoming accustomed to being used. This time, when I’d slid in, she’d known to relax and breathe, to allow the lube I’d tucked into my coat pocket and liberally coated her with to do its job.
“Quiet, princess. You don’t want anyone to know you’re getting your ass fucked.”
She whimpered then and her ass clenched down.
“Fuck,” I whispered. She was too tight for me to last and I played with her clit just as she liked to get her off, the clenching and releasing as she came destroyed any ability I could to make it last and I shot her full of my cum. “I can’t wait when Wilder and I take you together. I’ll be nice and deep in your ass, just like this with Wilder cramming that pussy full.”
My hand slapped onto the wooden desk beside her as my balls emptied. The thought of us finally claiming Sarah together destroyed me. It would be the ultimate submission.
She stiffened when the bell over the entry door rang.
Carefully and slowly, I pulled from her, watched as some of my cum slipped out after. Grabbing the plug, I coated it with more lube and worked it back into her. Patting her butt, I smoothed her skirt back down, then helped her to stand.
“The plug will keep all that cum in. I wouldn’t want the town librarian to have all that sliding down her thighs while she’s shelving books.”
I grinned at her sated and slightly dazed expression. She might have just come, but I knew she wasn’t truly sated. One quickie wouldn’t do it for my girl. And the dirty words and plug would keep her hot all day. She’d be jumping me as soon as she got home.
“You’ve got someone out there,” I thumbed over my shoulder. “And I’ve got chores to do. Wilder will be by at closing time to get you.”
I leaned down, gave her a kiss. Realized she had yet to say a word since I arrived. “Be ready, princess. Wilder’s going to want you as much as me.”
I gave her another kiss. “Love you.”
She smiled, slid her hand over her hair. “I love you, too.”
Yeah, that was all she needed to say.
* * *
SARAH
* * *
“Hi there, can I help you find a—” My words dropped as fast as my smile when I saw who had come in the building.
King had left and I’d taken a minute to tidy up in the tiny private bathroom off the back room. But it hadn’t been someone from Barlow looking for a book to read, but Karl, my half-brother. He’d never read a book in his life, at least not one without pictures.
“Sarah, you’re looking…flushed.”
His beady eyes raked over me. In the bathroom, I’d ensured my hair was neat, my shirt straight, my skirt down. But I couldn’t do anything about the color of my cheeks or the well-satisfied look in my eye. Well, that look was gone with him here, but the flush remained.
“What are you doing here? I thought Montana was too cold for you.”
I turned on my heel, went behind the circulation desk. We looked alike, our hair the same almost-black, our eyes equally dark. Unfortunately, we looked like siblings. Unfortunately, we also looked like our mother. But that was where the similarities ended between us.
Karl was an asshole. Instead of bringing his lunch to school as a kid, he’d stolen a different lunch every day. He’d been in California for high school when I’d gone off to college—my child support money from Aiden Steele ending—and he’d told me he’d only dated rich girls in his class, mooching off of them for rides and food in trade for sex.
I shivered at the thought.
I’d seen him a number of times over the years, too many really, but rarely in Barlow.
He sauntered over to the desk in his three hundred dollar jeans and expensive puffy coat, played with the pencils beside the scrap paper. I wanted to yank them from his manicured fingers, but I’d learned long ago not to show any frustration with him. To not show any emotion at all because he’d feed off it. Just like with our mother.
“I’m in Montana because it’s a quiet time at work,” he replied.
I arched a brow. “You had a job?”
He shrugged, although it was barely noticeable beneath his jacket. “Mother wanted me to join her,” he replied.
-->