He pumped into her harder, faster, working with Dalton to piston inside her like two fine-tuned machines. Her screams told him he was successful. He was pleased to see a woman enjoy the dual sensations of cock in each hole as much as Madeline seemed to.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Dalton gasped from behind her. “You seem like you’re getting a bit worn out. Are you?”
Garrett had to admit, she suddenly felt heavier on him, not that she weighed much at all. He always thought it was funny the way women would always try to support their own weight, as if they could ever crush a man with poundage alone. No, the surest way to crush a man was actually through his heart. A soft giggle, small pout, subtle heaving of rounded breasts, little things like that made a man fall in love.
Madeline covered her face with her hands and then pulled them back, running her fingers in her auburn locks. “Yes, no, yes, no, I don’t have a clue. I’m exhausted, but do I want this to stop? Never.” She bounced up and down a few times as though to prove to them her willingness to persevere.
“Then we’ll just keep on fucking until our seed is buried deep inside you. And then we’ll take a break, sweetheart, and you can rest this hot body of yours.” Dalton slapped her ass as if to punctuate his statement. Garrett could feel her cunt clenching around him, and he knew she was up for the challenge. This woman would fuck until her heart gave out, a fact that warmed him somehow.
The warmth seemed to travel from his heart to his cock, or the other way around, Garrett wasn’t sure. She had him all mixed up, both confused and certain all at once. The sensation intensified at the base of his spine, making his balls feel heavy with his seed as her supple body slapped against them. He held it back, knowing that they would all climax together when the time came. The look of intense concentration knitting Dalton’s brows together told him his brother certainly fought his own epic battle to ensure a simultaneous release.
Garrett gritted his teeth and worked with his brother in tandem to get Madeline off so hard her toes might never uncurl. They pumped and thrust together, the three of them, sweat coating every inch of their bodies. One lone droplet slid down the plump curve of her breast until it plummeted to Garrett’s stomach, mingling with his own sweat, evidence of how hard they all worked to show each other their love, their pleasure, their perfection.
Madeline’s entire body suddenly tensed, and a primal scream erupted from deep within her. Her cunt milked him frantically, squeezing and pulsating around his cock. Distantly, he heard Dalton groan with his impending release, and then Madeline’s body pressed harder against his, and that slight pressure set him loose. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his seed flooded her, submerging his rod in a bath of warmth and wetness.
He deeply inhaled the glorious scent from Madeline’s silky red mane as she slumped, boneless, over him. He could feel the outline of her breasts, the still hard nubs of her nipples pressed against his chest as she panted. Then it all disappeared. Garrett opened his eyes and saw that Dalton had pulled her off him and had her cradled against his own chest.
Damn him. Dalton held her in a way that made it nearly impossible for Garrett to join in without being cradled in his brother’s arms as well. But the look of utter bliss on his brother’s face almost made up for his uncharacteristic selfishness. Almost.
“We have another surprise for you, Madeline, remember?” Garrett rose and grabbed some warm washcloths from the sanitizing towel steamer. He tossed one to his brother before he wiped down Madeline’s body.
She moaned when he moved the plush terrycloth over her breasts and down her stomach. “Another one? I’m so exhausted, I don’t think I can handle anything else. I’m only human.”
“No, you’re an angel.” Garrett made one last pass over her to make sure every inch of her had been cleansed before he grabbed another towel and wiped himself down.
Madeline chuckled softly. “Well, even angels must need to rest some time.”
“That’s enough, Garrett,” Dalton commanded as he thoroughly wiped down his body. “Lady’s choice and she’s choosing to rest. And I can’t blame her.” He tossed the towel to the side and then lay down and squeezed his arms tighter around Madeline as he yawned. He opened one eye and looked directly at him. “Come on, there’s room for you, too.” Dalton shifted Madeline as Garrett lay beside them so that they could hold her equally and pulled a quilt over their naked bodies.
Madeline rubbed her wrist between her fingers and a horrible thought occurred to him. What if they’d been too rough with her? He looked to Dalton, but he had already dozed off.
“Sweetheart, are your wrists okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?” Garrett took her hand and kissed her wrists, feeling her slow and steady pulse against his lips.
“Oh, not at all. It didn’t hurt one bit, and anyway, I liked it. And the knots you tied, I’ve never seen anything like them. Where’d you learn how to do that?”
Garrett chuckled and laced her fingers between his own. “As a scout. Dalton and I both were. I remember he got his knot badge first, and I was so jealous, I worked tirelessly all night so that the next day I could get it too. See, there’s the simple knot that everyone knows, but that one’s not good for hardly anything. You try to tie someone up with that knot, it’ll either be too tight or too easy to get out of.”
“That’s so interesting. I wish I knew how to do stuff like that. I feel like girls are never taught anything like that.”
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you tomorrow. Would you like that?” Garrett could feel Madeline’s head nod slightly before she yawned.
“Yes, I think I’d like that.” Madeline snuggled herself closer to him. Garrett inhaled the sweet floral scent of her hair and let the intoxicating aroma and feel of her body against him overwhelm all his senses.
Chapter Nine
Madeline awoke crushed beneath two massive arms and—she craned her neck to look at her feet—yes, also one heavy leg. Each brother seemed to hold her possessively but Dalton, his thigh as thick as a tree trunk, felt the need to fully contain her from head to toe. She smiled as she worked to quietly and gently extricate herself.
It was a cloudy and gray wintry day outside, which usually brought out the grump in her, but today it was welcome. She couldn’t imagine how hot or bright it might get in this tree house with all its windows. Perhaps they were lined with some kind of UV filter that deflected the solar rays, which wouldn’t have surprised her in the least. The Ellises seemed to have the best, newest, and most innovative things. Still, even with the dulling haze, it was beautiful outside. Snow piled thick and heavy on the tops of trees for as far as the eye could see in every direction, save the one side of the little house that faced the big house she had woken up in the day before.
Looking for something to cover her nudity with, she padded around the room until she found a lovely silk robe hanging on a hook by two other thick cotton ones. Wrapping it around herself, she made her way to the small kitchen on one end of the octagonal structure. Madeline shook her head in disbelief as she turned on the faucet and filled the electrical kettle on the counter. An efficiency-sized playhouse in a tree with running water, electricity, and central air and heat. When she was a kid, she and her sister made due with big cardboard boxes decorated with crayons and Magic Markers. And they had a ball, too. But this. What a childhood these men must have had, to have anything and everything their little hearts desired. They probably had no idea how lucky they were. Well, she had to admit, she was lucky too.
She turned and looked at them then, amused when she noticed Garrett’s hand resting on Dalton’s broad shoulder. Hugging herself and closing her eyes, she revisited how it felt to be with them last night, touched by those hands, tantalized by those fingers, wrapped in those arms, pressed against those hard bodies, impaled by even harder shafts of pure unadulterated manhood. She shivered, and her pussy clenched, flooding with moisture again. She could be completely dehydrated and on the brink of death and she knew somehow her body
would be able to muster enough moisture to fuck these men and fuck them well.
Madeline leaned against the counter, squeezing her thighs together as her mind wandered back to the night before. She remembered the moment Dalton placed her on Garrett’s cock and how easily and smoothly she glided onto his rock-hard shaft. And then, when Dalton slid into a place she never dreamed she’d find pleasure in, well, it was as if they had been made for each other. They all moved in complete synchronicity. Maybe it was just because the two men were brothers and they knew each other like the backs of their hands, but she thought it was more than that and felt it deep in her bones. It all just felt so perfect, so right, so meant to be.
And still, some small, niggling sense of cynicism worked its way into her brain and tugged at her heart, making it impossible to feel completely at ease. It was all so perfect, possibly too perfect to be true. She pushed the thoughts away as best she could, vowing to enjoy what time she had left in this fairy tale they concocted, and began rummaging through the cupboards for coffee or tea, anything with a good healthy dose of caffeine.
“Get your paws off of me, man!” Dalton roared.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Wait…where’s—” Then he saw her, and a brilliant smile lit up his sleepy face. “There she is, the person I had in my arms all night.” Garrett glared at his brother before throwing a pillow in his face. He turned his eyes back to her, his gaze softening as he took her in. Dalton watched her, too, with the same adoring gaze. It made a girl feel priceless, like the center of the universe.
“Morning, fellas.” Madeline twiddled her fingers at them, unable to stop the smile that came every time they looked at her that way.
“What are you doing all the way over there, beautiful?” Dalton drawled as he stretched his bulging arms into the air, his big hands clenching into thick fists.
Garrett patted the space between them. “You belong right here.” A lock of his sandy-blond hair fell in front of his eyes, making him look devilishly charming and boyish.
“I was trying to make coffee, but only got as far as heating the water.” She gestured to the electric kettle already beginning to steam.
“Well, you’re out of luck, sugar, ’cause there’s no coffee here. We just keep the local yerba mate on hand,” Dalton said.
“And besides, no woman of ours should be making coffee like some commoner.” Garrett smirked as he clapped his hands. “Servants! Please, fetch our lady a warm beverage.”
Madeline laughed at his theatrics while Dalton rolled his eyes and punched his brother in the arm. “You’re going to make her think we’re two spoiled dandies when really it’s just the one. And besides,” Dalton grinned, “we gave all our help the weekend off so we could have the entire place to ourselves.” He opened his arms as Madeline sauntered over, allowing the robe to open up around her legs and caress the tops of her thighs as she walked, and let herself be pulled into his embrace.
“Oh, my.” She shouldn’t have been startled when she felt Dalton’s cock dig into her backside—in fact, the sensation seemed to be rather ubiquitous these past few days—but she wondered if she would ever get used to his impressive size. She had thought cocks were only that big in dirty movies. Her new reality brought two big cocks, as thick and meaty as they were long and rock hard. Sigh, if only every girl could be so lucky.
“I think I might have a little something warm I could put in your mouth that’ll perk you right up.” Dalton wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, walking backward toward a narrow door a few feet away.
“Wait. Where are we going?”
Dalton held her weight with one arm while he opened the door with his free hand. Madeline turned her head and snuck a peek at a small, yet luxurious bathroom. She did not think there was enough room in there for all three of them, but she suddenly was not worried about not having enough space. The closer she could get to her men, the better.
“I figure after last night you might want a hot shower,” Garrett said with a naughty grin.
Dalton set her on the cool tiles and, reaching past her, turned on the shower, then pushed her robe off her shoulders and shuffled her under the already warm spray.
Madeline tilted her head back and let the water run down her body, moaning as the warmth loosened the muscles in her shoulders and lower back. When she opened her eyes, she saw Dalton and Garrett openly admiring her, their gazes fastened on the rivulets of water than coursed over her breasts and down her belly. Madeline swallowed her self-consciousness and took feminine pride in the hunger in their gazes and in the way their chests rose and fell heavily with their breaths.
“Surely the two of you aren’t going to make me do this all by myself,” she taunted as she covered her breasts and turned to the side.
Garrett’s grin turned erotic, and his hard cock pulsed before he wedged himself behind her under the spray. His hands skimmed all over her body—her back, her hips, her breasts—before he gathered her tight against him. “You have no idea how beautiful you are or how much we want you.”
She smiled to herself. She could feel how much he wanted her pressing against her hip. She started to reach between their bodies to stroke him when Dalton inched under the shower head, his thick cock practically begging for attention.
“So what was that about perking me up?” she asked.
The corner of Dalton’s mouth curled up, and his green eyes blazed. Without answering, he reached past her and grabbed some body wash. He squeezed a dollop into his square palm, then rubbed the gel all over his huge dick. The scent of man spice and a hint of aloe permeated the steamy room, and Madeline breathed in deep, inhaling the scent that constantly clung to Dalton’s skin.
The sight of him handling himself did strange things to Madeline. Her clit started throbbing, and she felt her body temperature spike.
Garrett nipped the side of her neck. “You like watching him, don’t you?”
Madeline ducked her chin toward her chest, but she nodded. “Yes.”
“Why don’t you help?” Dalton suggested, his lips curling seductively.
Before she could even think about it, she reached her hand out and wrapped her fingers around Dalton’s thick cock and slid all the way to the base.
Dalton released a groan from deep in his chest. “Shit.”
Madeline smiled to herself and continued soaping his cock, watching as water sluiced down his lean, sculpted body. His dick was so gracefully masculine in her grip, the ridge sleek and thick and his twin weights heavy and virile. Her pussy clenched.
Then Garrett’s hand slid down her hip and curved down toward her mound. Reacting on pure instinct, Madeline inched her feet apart, opening herself up for his fingers. Garrett did not disappoint. He caressed her aching clit, soothing her with his soft, teasing touch while riling her up for them. His hard cock pressed against her ass cheek, and she wanted nothing more than for him to bend her over and take her. She wiggled her hips, silently begging, but Garrett lightly pinched her clit.
“Calm down, Madeline. We’ve got all morning.” He reached up with his free hand and pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “You’ll get there, don’t worry,” he rasped in her ear.
But she needed to get there now. Pleasure and passion swirled through her, and Garrett’s exquisitely skilled touch fueled her desire. The water flowing over their bodies felt like a thousand little fingertips caressing her, massaging her. Her whole body was alive and shaking with desire, with the awareness of what Dalton and Garrett did to her. She was so aroused that she was almost painfully aware of every single sensation—the pressing and flicking of Garrett’s fingers over her clit, the hard, unyielding length of Dalton’s cock in her palm.
She kept pumping her hand back and forth, squeezing, twisting, until Dalton cursed and gently pressed her hand away. “Enough for now, sweetheart. Let’s focus on you right now.”
Dalton leaned down and captured a nipple between his lips and sucked. Instantly, shocks of pleasure shot down her body, mingling with
the sensation of Garrett’s fingers between her legs. Her legs bucked beneath her, but Garrett’s strong arms held her as he and Dalton sensually attacked her, hitting all her pleasure spots until she was writhing, moaning, gasping between them.
Her orgasm came quickly and lingered. It pulsed through her with every heartbeat and burst through her with enough force to make her collapse in Garrett’s grip, spent. They took their time bringing her down. Another bottle of body wash appeared, but this one smelled like fresh night-blooming flowers. Dalton and Garrett rubbed it into her skin with lazy, lingering strokes. Madeline braced herself with a hand against the wall and let them wash her, their fingers slowly working her back up into a frenzy for them. Then they moved her under the warm spray, and the fragrant bubbles slowly ran down her skin. Dalton stepped out of the shower stall first and held out a thick white towel for her. She dried herself off as Garrett soaped himself up quickly and then stepped out of the shower, trailing water everywhere.
She shook her head and suppressed a giggle. Obviously, men and women had completely different ideas of what it meant to dry off.
Garrett eyed her. “What?”
Madeline gathered the towel closer around her breasts, noting how amazing Garrett looked with water droplets running down his hard pecs and chiseled belly. “Nothing. You’re just dripping water everywhere like a—”
Garrett took a step closer. “Like a what?”
“A, um…” She inched toward the door and her shoulder bumped into Dalton’s chest. Damn, she was caged in.
“Finish what you were saying, Madeline,” Dalton said from above her.
Oh, she loved the way his voice sounded so rough when he was aroused.
“Like an animal,” she said quickly. Then she turned and rushed out of the bathroom, but she did not get far. Dalton quickly caught up to her and spun her around.
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