Butler, Reece - 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands [Bride Train 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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She ran her right hand over the cock straining to escape his pants. He jerked. She undid his buttons and released it to stand in the sun, thick and hard. He laughed, far more relaxed than before.
“You seducing me, wife?”
“Why would I need to when you’re always so eager?”
She shifted to the far end of the wagon seat to make it more difficult for him to touch her. She played with her fourth button, the one which would reveal her cleavage, as he watched. The vein in his neck throbbed. A drop appeared from the small eye of his cock. She stared at it and licked her lips, knowing he’d realize what she meant.
She opened the fourth and fifth buttons and waved the fabric to cool herself. Of course, it revealed the curve of her breast. He groaned.
“I’ve a mind to stop this wagon over, strip you down, and make you scream.”
Beth had snickered as she told Victoria about the morning after her quick wedding. Trace had stripped her to her boots and they’d had wild sex in the meadow. Trace told her one of his brothers was likely watching with a spyglass, and she’d purposefully played to the unseen audience.
The thought of being so brazen excited Victoria, but she wasn’t ready for something that wild. Not quite yet. She tugged her blouse from her waistband. A cool breeze drifted in. As Jed eagerly watched, she unbuttoned her blouse. He grinned when she dropped it behind her, until he saw she was still covered with her new, pretty camisole.
She waited as Jed turned the wagon off the road and onto the track leading home. Once the wagon settled into the ruts she lifted the hem of her skirt to her knees. She dragged her petticoats with it, revealing the new, softer stockings they’d presented her with that morning. She took her time admiring them, turning her legs and her body so that the skirt slipped up to her thighs.
“Take ’em off,” Jed ordered, staring hungrily at her. “I want to see all of those new stockings.”
“You’ve seen them before,” she said in wide-eyed innocence. “After all, you bought them.”
“They were flat before. I want to see them round.”
She undid her skirt button but not her petticoat. She slipped her skirt off and draped it over the seat with her blouse. Slowly, inch by inch, she lifted her petticoat. When she got just above her knees, she turned and knelt on the seat.
“You going to…” His eyes deepened from chocolate to near black.
“Only if you get those pants out of the way,” she replied.
He grinned like little James Elliott with a piece of taffy and shucked out of his coat. He slid his pants to his ankles and held his arms out. His cock wept, and her pussy gushed. He helped her set her knees either side of his hips. She teased both of them as she slowly settled on his cock. They both groaned as her tissues expanded around him. The rocking of the wagon on the rough track ground their bodies together. All she had to do was lift herself up and down as she wished. The sun warmed her bare skin, but not as hot as the cock between her legs.
“Show me your breasts,” he ordered.
A moment later her camisole landed on her skirt. She unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile. Her breasts bobbed against his chest. The soft curls around his tiny nipples tantalized her much larger ones.
“Hold on, this is the steep part.”
Jed braced his feet. The uphill tilt forced her closer to his body. The wagon jerked with each step of the horse. It rubbed her clit against Jed’s pubic bone. She wriggled a bit to make it even better.
“Oh, my!” The tension curled around her, starting in her pussy. She looked over her shoulder as they pulled into the yard.
“Well, hell! You didn’t waste any time.” Riley ran forward and held his arms up when the wagon stopped. “Let me lift you down, darlin’. I’ve got one better than that all ready for you.”
“Don’t you do anything but hold her,” ordered Jed with a glower. “You and Clint put the wagon away.”
Clint strolled up. He winked at Victoria. “I don’t know about that. Jed won’t be doing any running after us with his pants around his ankles, Ry.”
Victoria stood, Jed steadying her. “I’ll wait on the wagon for you,” she said. Jed kicked off his boots, shoved his pants down and climbed off. He shoved Riley out of the way and held up his arms for her. “You coming down, wife?”
“Yes, husband,” she replied. She found herself acting like a coquette, fluttering her eyelashes. Her mother had done the same, but used it as a screen for her real feelings. Victoria knew Jed took it as lighthearted playing.
She leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders. He lifted her by the waist and set her down. Her toes had barely landed when he caught her up and began carrying her toward the cabin. She looked back. Riley pouted, but Clint laughed.
“We’ll be busy for a bit,” Victoria called out to them, waving. “Do come in when you can.”
“No rush,” said Clint. “I plan to take my time.” He tipped his hat, winked, and turned away. He slapped Riley on the back to get him going. Jed brought her inside and used his foot to close the door.
“Let me show you what I think of you, Mrs. Adams.” Jed set her on the floor but didn’t release her. He stepped back just far enough to look down. “I like what you’re wearing.”
“Stockings and boots?”
He nodded. “Be even better if you take your hair down.”
She straightened her back and lifted her arms to remove her pins. She knew how it made her breasts rise. As expected, his eyes immediately dropped. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. She was sure he wasn’t aware of anything else but her. She had a power over him, one she hadn’t realized existed until their wedding.
One by one, she pulled out the pins holding her hair up. His cock, his expressions, everything said how much he wanted her. More important was that she wanted him as well. She hadn’t tidied the kitchen enough before they left. The table was dusted with flour, though it was clear of dishes. She backed away and shook her head. Her hair fell down. She turned and, making sure her hips swayed, strolled to the table.
She placed her hands on it and looked over her shoulder, smiling in invitation. He stalked forward, his cock bobbing with each step. She arched her back and held on, sure he would fill her pussy. He set his hands on her waist, and she braced herself.
Gentle kisses flowed down her arm. He brushed her hair to one side, making it tickle her bottom. His cock pressed against her lower back, so she knew he wanted her.
“Lie on your back so I can see you, sweetheart,” he murmured. She shuffled in place, turning to face him. “That’s better.” He smiled into her eyes.
How could she have doubted him? A man who looked at a woman like that had to care for her. He lifted her and set her bottom on the table. She put her arms behind her, arching her back to thrust her breasts toward him. He chuckled and took the hint, lifting one in each hand. He bent over and lifted each to his mouth. His callused hands chafed her skin just enough to set it afire. His thumbs rasped against her nipples, making the bud even harder. A jolt shot between her legs. She spread them for him. He chuckled.
“You hear what I’m saying to you, Victoria?” He nuzzled her breasts, caressing them and rubbing them over his face. “I want you.”
She reached for his cock. She stroked it for a moment, until his breath hitched. She pulled him forward, guiding him between her pussy lips. She leaned back and let her hands slide on the table until she lay on her back. The cool table felt good on her hot skin. Jed leaned over her, hands on her hips, and slowly pulsed his cock in and out a couple of inches.
“I want fast and hard, not teasing,” she demanded.
He raised an eyebrow. “You trying to tell me what to do?”
“Yes.”
She gripped him with her pussy and reached for him. He slowly shook his head, grinning, and kept to the tantalizing, irritating, slow pulse. He only reached part way inside her, nowhere near that spot she craved. She needed to drive him wild.
She lifted her
breasts in her hands and brought one toward her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, flicking it toward her nipple. His nostrils flared, he grimaced, and his breathing sped up, but he didn’t change his frustrating pulses.
The table was the exact height to bring his cock right to her pussy. She wrapped her feet behind his backside, locked her ankles and pulled him in.
“You want it hard and fast?” He growled the words, his eyes wide and face contorted.
“Yes. Give it to me!” she ordered, and pulled once more.
He roared and slammed into her. The slow buildup, from seeing all the looks at the picnic, to riding him in the wagon, and then his teasing, had her fuse ready to blow. The way he stared at her, as if nothing existed while his cock pleasured her, told her everything she needed to know. He reached for her clit. She arched, tightening her hold on him. His thumb vibrated against her clit. She gasped as her orgasm hit, fast and hard.
He followed right after, pumping his seed into her without breaking eye contact. Those eyes shone darkly, saying everything he couldn’t voice. She felt so cherished, so wanted. He wanted to please her and did such a wonderful job. She blinked back happy tears.
When he slowed, he went back to leisurely, irritating pulses. Drops of sweat glistened at his temples and chest. His smile was wicked, a declaration that he knew what she wanted and how to give it to her. It was good, but not enough. She demanded fast and hard, but it happened too quick.
The door opened, bringing in a welcome breeze as well as two naked men. They tossed their clothes and stalked toward her.
“The old man’s finished,” said Riley. “He can wash the dishes while we entertain the lady.”
Clint scooped warm water out of the stove reservoir and poured it into a basin. He set it on the table with a flannel. Jed drew the damp cloth over her breasts, down her belly, and up his own. She unlocked her ankles, and he backed away. Riley and Clint watched as Jed cared for her, then himself.
“You hungry, ma’am?” asked Riley.
“Not for food,” she replied.
“Good, because we’ll be upstairs awhile.”
Chapter Eleven
Riley followed Clint, who was carrying Victoria, up the stairs. She’d insisted on walking to the privy by herself, since she still wore boots. All three of them enjoyed the view as she sauntered over to the small building. Their cocks pointed to her like compass arrows would to the magnetic north. She drew their eyes like a magnet, as well.
Riley, knowing Clint’s plans, understood his sigh as her ass swayed away from them. Being a breast man, Riley sighed just as hard as she returned. Her shy smile didn’t match the proud way she held herself.
They left Jed to tidy things downstairs. He’d join them later. Much later, if their wishes came true. Jed was Victoria’s husband, but he and Clint were going to prove they were her best men.
Riley and Clint had set things up while Jed and Victoria rode home in the wagon. A table waited near the bed with everything they needed. It held a basin of water, soap, a couple of flannels, and the most important ingredient for this type of pleasure, a cup of lard.
Clint set Victoria in the middle of the room and knelt behind to take care of her stockings. Riley knelt in front. They started with her left leg. Each of them kissed and caressed every inch of soft flesh exposed. Her skin was so smooth on his chapped lips. She rested her hands on his head for balance. When they kissed their way to her ankle they removed her boot. They got rid of the other boot before pulling off her stocking.
They kissed their way back up her naked leg, all the way to the top. Riley inhaled her scent, torturing himself with having to wait. The right stocking came off much quicker, and then she was naked. Riley nosed her soft curls while Clint spread her cheeks and kissed as deep as he could between them.
What was it about this woman that made his tongue hang out like a hound dog in Georgia’s August heat? She was bountiful, of course, but there was so much more to her. She laughed when she beat him at strip checkers. She’d lose a couple of pieces, take off a few pieces of clothing, and his attention was all shot to hell.
She could cook as well as Aunt Chrissie and kept their home sparkling. But it was the way she smiled when he rode in, all tired and hungry, that made his heart hurt. He could imagine riding home in the dark, out of a snowstorm, toward a light in the window. He’d unsaddle and take care of his horse, knowing she had a hot supper waiting and warm arms to hug him.
Everything before she came seemed hollow. He couldn’t imagine life without her.
But it could happen, once Smythe returned. They’d learned a lot about the man since agreeing to that contract he’d broken. He always got revenge, and he’d want it now. They not only took their cattle back from him, they married the woman he brought out as his housekeeper. For all they knew, Smythe had planned to marry Victoria once he got to Tanner’s Ford.
Worrying about that was for later. Right now he had Victoria’s wonderful body in front of him, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed his touch. If Smythe did something to break them apart, she would at least have wonderful memories of tonight.
Clint ducked his head toward Victoria’s pussy. She spread her legs farther apart and bent slightly toward Riley. Clint was so busy kissing her ass and pussy that Riley went for her breasts. He caressed one in each hand.
“One day I’m going to suckle you, right beside our child,” he promised her.
He showed her what he meant, taking a large nipple into his mouth. He pressed the firm nub against the roof of his mouth. He rolled her nipple forward and back with his tongue. Clint shifted. She gasped and leaned down, pressing her breast in his face. She seemed unbalanced, so he stood, holding her by the breasts. Clint dove back in, licking her pussy like a starving man.
When Clint came up for air, it was Riley’s turn to carry Victoria. He picked her up carefully, making sure his hands didn’t slip on her wet thighs. He laid her on the bed. She rolled onto her stomach and stretched. She was full of curves, all pink and glistening on the white sheet.
Clint wiped his face with a flannel and sat on the end of the bed.
“What are going to do with me?” She rolled onto her back, arms and legs spread-eagled in welcome.
Riley’s hand dropped to his cock. He spread the drop at the end over his glans, imagining it was her tongue. She stared at him and licked her lips.
“You want this?” he asked, pointing his cock at her.
Her nostrils flared. She nodded.
“Lie on your back, Ry,” said Clint. “I think the lady is tall enough that you can lick her sweet puss while she sucks your cock.”
“What are you going to be doing, Clint?” Victoria got up on her knees to make space for Riley. She fingered her pussy, where his mouth would soon be, and smiled.
“I’m going to stretch your ass,” said Clint. His eyes flared, and his cock bounced.
Victoria blanched for a moment. She swallowed. “Are you going to put your cock in?”
“Only if you want me to, honey. We can have lots of fun just stretching you out. Anytime you want, I’ll stop. We’ve got years and years left to try it.”
Her white teeth nibbled her bottom lip. Riley imagined her doing that to his cock. It jumped in agreement. She nodded at Clint. His shoulders slumped for a moment in relief. She turned to Riley and crooked her finger at him. A rush of need swelled his balls, already near bursting. He scrambled onto the bed, rested his feet against the headboard, and spread his legs. He reached for her, unable to stop the wild grin of eagerness.
She moved to the bottom of the bed. He tilted his head back to watch. Long, golden-brown hair fell around her. She went onto her hands and knees. Two full globes hung from her chest, each dotted with a tight nipple. They swayed as she moved. He couldn’t wait for one to drop into his mouth.
She stalked toward him like a lion, eager and hungry. She kissed his upside-down lips when her face reached his. He kept his arms on the mattress, giving her total control. S
he placed her hands on either side of his shoulders and kissed a line down his chest. Her breasts trailed along behind her mouth. They dragged over his face, falling either side of his nose. Her hair tickled him, making a curtain around her head. Then she dangled her hair over his cock. Silky, yet almost rough when she took a handful and lightly slapped him with it.
Impatient, he reached for her knees and pulled them beside his ears. Swollen pink flesh dangled over his tongue. He lifted his head and licked between her inner lips. He lapped up her hot, fragrant fluid.
Then she scratched her teeth over his cock, and he almost swallowed his tongue.
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Clint watched Victoria crawl over Riley and held himself back by force of will. She faced the headboard, her knees wide apart to go around Riley’s shoulders. His partner used his lips on hers, filling the room with wet, arousing sounds.
Her ass pointed right at him. She bent down to suck Riley’s cock into her mouth, and her cheeks spread wide. Clint marveled at the sight. He’d wanted to slide his cock past her full cheeks since he lifted her down from that wagon in town. He liked a sassy woman, and she had plenty of that. She also had a fine, smooth ass.
She clenched her pussy as Riley worked it. Sometimes she’d lean forward, arching her back to bring her puss closer to Riley’s mouth. It made her ass stick up, which spread her cheeks and showed that brown ring he couldn’t wait to enjoy.
He knew he grinned like a fool when he picked up the cup of lard and followed her onto the bed. He set his thighs right behind hers, rested his cock on top of her butt, and leaned forward. She lifted her chest high enough for him to play with her breasts. They were swollen and firm, which meant she was ready to play his games.
None of them could figure out how this wild, wicked, wonderful woman came into their lives, but she was not leaving. He rested a hand on each cheek and rotated them. He pulled them apart, revealing her asshole. He kissed each cheek once and then touched her light-brown ring with his tongue. He probed, just a bit, and then took a dab of lard on his smallest finger.