by Vanessa Vale
"Ye are going to scream, lass," Simon finished.
I wasn't sure about that, but I did believe them when they said they wouldn't take my virginity tonight and was reassured and relaxed into Simon's arms.
"That doesn't mean we won't touch you," Cross added.
"What?" I asked, surprised. Simon lifted me with his hands about my waist to stand once again before him. With his hands on the sash of my uncle's robe, he pulled the bow loose. Hands at my shoulders slipped the garment down and off my arms and then off me entirely.
"You've had an overwhelming day and it's time for your men to take care of you. All you have to do, love, is feel," Rhys said, his voice low and gentle.
"It is our job to make you feel good. Let us show you how we can do that," Cross added.
"Trust us in this, lass," Simon added.
Their hands were on me, running over my shoulders through my robe and nightgown, down my arms, over my waist and hips, over the outside of my legs. Three sets of hands could cover quite a bit of my body at the same time. Their touches were all gentle, soft. Easy and relaxed. Soothing. Everywhere they caressed my skin tingled and came to life, even through the cotton of my nightclothes.
"Oh," I murmured, surprised by...by it all. "But...but I'm all smoky."
My eyes slipped closed of their own accord and I could easily do as they bid, for it felt so good. How they could set me at ease after a crying jag and a burst of anger was impressive and I had my first simple lesson; I should not underestimate them, for when they set about doing something, they seemed to do it quite well.
I didn't know how long I stood there as they touched me, but time had no meaning. I focused on the hard press of their palms, the curl of their fingers, the sound of their breathing, even the mingling of their scents.
Their touches had stayed to modest places, but every so often, a hand slipped below my hip to curve around my bottom or a thumb moved up to caress the underside of my breast. My eyes widened at the surprise of that, but the look on Simon's face when I did made me gasp. His eyes were so dark as to be black, his cheeks ruddy and he looked at me as if...as if he were a wolf and I was a very innocent little lamb. Perhaps that was true.
This time, when Simon's thumbs moved over my breasts, they didn't stop at the bottom curve but came up to brush over my nipples, which formed into tight little points. No doubt all three men could see them poking against the cotton of my robe. His large hands stilled, cupping my breasts as if he was feeling them, testing their weight, learning their curve.
"Simon," I breathed, holding his gaze as he began to gently knead my breasts, his fingers plucking at the tight tips.
I didn't remember it happening, but somehow my robe had come off and I stood before them in just my nightgown. Simon's hands were warm, even through the thin layer of fabric between my skin and his. From my periphery, I saw Cross lean in and kiss my neck, then work his way down to the juncture with my shoulder.
"Oh!" I gasped again. I had no idea my body could elicit such feelings, for as my nipples felt the hot sensation of Simon's playing fingers, somehow between my legs I felt swollen and aching and my core clenched in need. Yes, in need.
His lips worked the narrow strap along my shoulder to slip down my arm, the cool air in the room raising goose bumps on the exposed skin. Cross' mouth continued to lave my shoulder and neck as his hand slid over my hip. Rhys was not idle in all this, for as soon as my nightgown fell off one shoulder, he inched the second strap off my other shoulder as well, and the garment was held on my body solely by Simon's hands cupping my breasts.
I placed my hands on top of Simon's to keep him from letting the material fall, for I was naked beneath. He grinned.
"Like having your breasts played with?" he asked.
Cross and Rhys each brought a hand up and gently pulled mine away and back to my sides. While their holds weren't tight, they were insistent. Simon kept my gaze as he pulled his hands back and the nightgown slid to the floor at my feet with the slightest whisper of sound.
The men froze, their gazes riveted to my body for I knew they could see everything. With their hands back on my wrists, I felt gently powerless. I closed my eyes, blocking them out, but I could feel them looking at me.
Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. Skin so pale I can see little veins like rivers. Coral, that's the color of her nipples, not pink. Nay, she's not pink there, but beneath that dark hair her pussy lips are.
With those last words my eyes flew open and I tugged at my hands so I could cover myself. I wasn't exactly sure what a pussy was, but I had a strong suspicion.
"Nay, lass," Simon said with a slight shake of his head. "Dinna hide yourself."
"I'm...I'm embarrassed," I admitted. "I must smell strongly of fire."
"Yes, but we will bathe you. Later. First," Cross let go of my arm and undid the buttons on his shirt. "I will take my shirt off as well."
Rhys and Simon followed suit and soon enough they were all bare to the waist.
"I'm fully naked and you're not," I said, my gaze roving over the men's very solid chests. Simon had the most hair there, a mat of it soft and curly between his nipples that formed into a V to his navel, then into a narrow line that dipped beneath his pants. His belly was flat and muscles were visible beneath his tan skin. Rhys was the darkest of the three, his complexion more olive. He, too, had dark hair, but only a smattering on his chest and then nothing but well-defined muscles. Cross had no hair on his chest, only dusky flat nipples and never ending sleek skin.
I had no idea men looked that way without their shirts. Oh my. My fingers itched to reach out and feel how smooth their skin was, whether the hair there was soft, to touch all those hard muscles. These were not men who sat about idly; they worked and worked hard and it showed.
"Love," Rhys admitted, "the only way to keep us from claiming you tonight is for us to keep our pants on. I promise—"
"We all promise," Simon uttered.
"—that tomorrow when we are at home at Bridgewater, nothing will keep us from showing you our cocks, pleasuring you with them, making you ours."
"For now, though," Cross added. "We will please you."
I liked the idea of it, but the doing so was the confusing part. "How—"
I began to ask a question, but Simon leaned forward and took my now plump nipple into his mouth and my words ceased and a gasp escaped. Oh my! Simon's tongue flicked over the tip and I cried out. Men put their mouths there? It was so deliciously wrong, but I didn't want him to stop. Quite the contrary, I needed him to continue. Perhaps I voiced that thought aloud for his hand came up to cup my very lonely other breast and began to tweak and tug at the now distended tip.
That was just the beginning, it seemed, for I felt a hand slide down the bumps of my spine and over my bottom, curving around and back up again. Another hand smoothed over my belly and dipped lower to slip through the curls that covered my womanhood. For a brief moment, I clenched my hands and wanted to push the hands away, but then I didn't. I so didn't. For the light touch brushed over my heated flesh and I groaned, a deep body shuddering groan.
"That's the sweetest sound I ever heard," Rhys said, his voice deep and rough.
"She's so wet," Cross murmured. It was true, I was somehow slick down there and the way his finger moved I could hear it. It was another in a long line of actions I should feel mortified about but the way these men made my body come alive, I just couldn't. It felt...so good. I felt hot and pliant and I could barely breathe. Simon had switched to suckling at my other breast and I arched my back involuntarily for him to take more. I needed it...needed their touch...needed something but I didn't know exactly what.
A sheen of perspiration coated my skin and I felt my long hair cling to my back and nape. Cross' finger continued to slide over me, down the side of one slick petal to move it aside, then did the same with the other before finding my opening and circling, only the very tip of his finger slipping within.
"She's tight."
"Le
t me," Rhys said and I felt Cross' hand move away, which had a sob tear from my lips, only to be replaced by Rhys'. His touch was different. While he was just as gentle, he was more intent in his actions, his finger dipping in a touch further than Cross had, only to retreat and slide upwards to touch a place that—
"Yes!" I cried.
I felt Simon's chuckle against my breast.
"She tastes delicious."
I had no idea what Cross spoke about and I opened my eyes to see him sucking on his finger, the finger that he'd had between my legs.
"Wider, love," Rhys demanded, tapping me lightly on my inner thighs. I moved my right foot a little bit. "There, good girl."
"Now we can both touch you," Cross said, and I felt two hands between my legs, one running over the place, the amazing, incredible place that had me crying my pleasure aloud and the other dipping into my opening again and again, not far enough for my wants, but enough to make my body light up as if it were set aflame.
"Her clit's so hard, I bet she can come like this. Can't you, love, come for your men?"
I shook my head as I licked my lips, lost in the feel of their hands and I was thankful for their firm hold on the back of my thighs and at my waist. I didn't know what my clit was, but whatever they were doing I liked quite well. "I...I don't know what you mean," I practically sobbed.
"Do ye feel achy?" Simon breathed across the valley between my breasts.
"Hot all over?"
"Desperate?"
"Frantic?"
The men said word after word, all describing how I felt and I could only nod my head, my mouth open. I needed....
"We'll give it to you, love," Cross promised.
Their hands became even more attentive, Rhys' finger on that place that had me climbing higher and hotter and brighter, Simon's almost sharp nip at the tip of my nipple—
"Right...."
—and Rhys' finger that moved inside of me—
"...about...."
—only to slide back and touch me in the most dark and carnal of places.
"...now," Rhys vowed.
That slightest brush of his finger against my back entrance was what pushed me from the mountain I'd been climbing and I did a free fall, falling, falling with the most blissful pleasure coursing through my veins. White light shone behind my eyelids, my muscles tensed and a sob caught in my throat.
The men's hands continued to stroke and caress me until the pleasure ebbed and my body went limp. Simon sat back in his chair to keep his hands on me as Rhys and Cross moved to sit on the bed. I couldn't help the lazy smile that formed on my lips and I looked at each one of them with a blurry gaze.
"What was that?" I asked, my voice husky.
Simon's long fingers tightened about my waist. "That was yer men making ye come."
"Come?" I repeated.
In one motion, Simon stood and lifted me, carrying me to the copper bath and lowered me into the water, still warm.
"Pleasure. We gave you your pleasure," Cross clarified.
Simon grabbed the soap, rose scented, and began washing me with gentle efficiency, his soapy hands cleaning the stench of the fire from my body. I was lulled by the surprised bout of pleasure they wrung from my body so that I could not longer be embarrassed, even when he lifted me from the tub and dried me as if I was a child. The look in his eyes made it clear he did not think of me as such, then lifted me again to place me down in the center of the bed. It seemed the man enjoyed carrying me about. I felt the cool blanket against my overheated, sensitive skin.
"We gave you your pleasure, love," Cross repeated. "And we're going to do it again."
"And again," Rhys added.
"And again," Simon finished.
"But I'm not standing up," I said, coming up on my elbow.
While they smiled, they didn't laugh or make fun at my lack of knowledge in the ways of men and women.
"You don't have to be standing. Laying down works quite well, too," Rhys told me.
"I loved licking your taste off my finger. Your flavor is still strong on my tongue. I want more," Cross admitted. He stood and moved to the foot of the bed, placed one knee on the mattress and began to crawl toward me. At the same time, Rhys and Simon each took one of my legs in hand, spread it wide and held on.
Cross's green eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, his cheeks and mouth flushed red, his hair rakishly falling over his forehead. His shoulders were so wide and yet his waist so narrow, and beneath his pants, there was a bulge a large—oh!
"More?" I began to pant in equal measures of anticipation and trepidation. "More what?"
"More you," he growled before he lowered himself between my thighs.
CHAPTER FIVE
CROSS
"I don't know if I'll be able to sit a horse," Simon grumbled as he ran his hand over his face, his whiskers rasping.
It was early, the sun barely up and we stood with our coffee on the back porch of the Tannenbaum house. We'd left Olivia sleeping, naked with the white sheet barely covering her lush body. Her hair was wild and tangled over the pillow, her lips were red and appeared bee stung from our kisses. But that hadn't been the only place we'd kissed. Simon and Rhys had spread her open for me and I'd eaten her pussy until she came. She was so sensitive, her clit a throbbing little bud, her arousal copious and her folds were delectable. Her taste, I couldn't get enough, but once I made her come, we traded places until we'd each had a taste of her and made her come. Her hot, sweet flavor was still on my tongue, even hours later.
While we all knew officially claiming her should occur only once we were back at Bridgewater, it had been hard—no, practically impossible—not to want to pull my cock out and slide it into her slick, wet pussy. I'd been rock hard ever since I saw her at the dance and it wasn't going to go down any time soon. Even if I fucked her, I'd most likely want her again right away. I shifted myself in my pants and agreed with Simon's words. "I'm going to have to take care of the problem before we leave, but as soon as I see her I'll be hard again. Think we can make it home by nightfall?"
"Absolutely." Simon didn't waver in his answer. We needed to get home so we could take her. It would be a long night, but we would ensure Olivia enjoyed every minute of it.
Rhys joined us, his usually tidy appearance rumpled. "We need to get our woman out of here. Seeing her in that bed naked and sated has me wanting to fuck her, but we can't do it with her uncle in the house," he said, his voice grumpy.
"Tonight," I vowed.
"Tonight," Rhys agreed. Simon nodded.
Belinda joined us, and while clearly tired, was dressed immaculately. Her gaze was astute and she seemed the type of woman who missed nothing. "You gentleman are either not happy in the morning or are ready to depart. While the house is quite large, it is not as private as you would probably like." Yes, she missed nothing. She understood our predicament but was too much of a lady to say more.
"Yes, we are eager to get home," I agreed.
A small sly smile formed on her lips. "Yes, I'm sure you are. Would it be easier for you if I helped Olivia ready herself for the trip?"
Simon was the one who responded. "Thank you. I fear she is quite a temptation and we would be hard pressed to leave promptly otherwise."
She laughed at his words. "I'll have her ready in thirty minutes."
The Tannenbaum house was lavish enough to have its own stable and that was where Olivia found us within the half hour window. She wore what I could assume was one of Belinda's dresses, for her smoky robe and nightgown would not work for travel or anything else, really, for she would not be wearing a nightgown to bed ever again. The dress was forest green and cut well, but the color didn't flatter her as much as it would the older woman. I expected our bride to approach us with a sense of shyness after what we did with her only a few hours before or even a smiling, well satisfied glow about her, but I did not anticipate the fiery anger that shot from her eyes, the stiffness of her shoulders.
"You are done with me now?
" she asked.
The sun was working its way up over the mountains in the distance and the air was warming. Only a few scattered clouds speckled the sky; it was going to be a pleasant ride. It was cooler in the stable, the scent of earth and horses strong. Both Rhys and Simon stopped what they were doing when we walked in.
"Done, lass?" Simon asked with an arched brow.
She stepped closer and I could see the bright flush to her cheeks as she placed her hands on her hips. "After...after last night you've had what you want?"
Rhys came up behind her and Simon and I came up beside her so she was flanked between us and one of the horses. "We gave you want you needed, yes," Rhys replied, although he was being neutral in his statement.
What was she angry about? We hadn't even seen her this morning.
"What I needed? I needed to be reassured by my husbands, not left in the hands of Belinda. What did you think I would feel, being abandoned and then told I had to dress to leave? Is this how you plan to treat me, for I will just stay here if you are."
My jaw clenched tightly as I crooked my finger, beckoning her closer without words. She swallowed deeply, but kept her chin raised as she closed the distance, close enough so I took her small hand in mine. With my other, I undid the placket of my pants and pulled out my cock. My rock hard, eager cock.
She gasped and tugged at my hold.
"You're an innocent and do not understand why we did not join you earlier in the guest room." I gripped the base of my cock and hissed, my cock pulsing with eagerness, pointing directly at Olivia. "We should have explained, and for that we are sorry, but did not want to frighten you, but there is no way around it. See my cock, love? It's hard, hard for you. See that fluid on the tip, it's all but weeping to be inside you."
When I began stroking from base to tip and back, she watched my motions carefully, and then glanced up at me through her dark lashes. There I saw curiosity and surprise and a hint of arousal. I wondered if she was wet beneath the long hem of her dress.
"I want to fuck you, Olivia, and if I had come to you this morning, I would not have been able to stop myself."