by Vanessa Vale
He held himself still and looked at me, waited until I met his gaze. "All right?" he asked.
I clenched down on his cock and he groaned. "I want you to take a moment to adjust, but if you do that, I won't be able to do so."
I arched a brow. "There's more?"
Brody grinned wickedly. "More? Sweetheart, there's so much more."
Slowly, he pulled back, then slid in. "Oh," I cried.
"You are so beautiful, Laurel. Brody's going to fuck you now. Nothing will stop him. There's nothing between us any longer."
Brody moved his hips so that his cock worked me, stroked me, filled me, and then claimed me. The hint of pain dissipated quickly and only pleasure took over. I moved my free leg up and down Brody's side, the inside of my knee touching him from torso to hip to thigh. The spot he'd discovered earlier that had me come so easily was rubbed by the flared head of his cock. My eyes slipped shut, my head tilted back as new places flared to life by his cock. Mason's grip on my leg tightened and he pulled my knee back even further. Reaching between Brody and me, he ran his finger over my clit, and then pressed down.
I came in one violent rush, the intensity of it surprising me. My back arched and I screamed, most likely deafening Brody in the process.
Brody didn't slow his thrusts, but instead quickened them as I convulsed around his cock.
"So good," he uttered as he filled me all the way then held himself still. I felt him swell within me, then his pulsing hot seed.
When the last of the pleasure ebbed, I lay there wilted, sweaty and very, very happy. Mason had released my leg and my knees rubbed against Brody's ribs. I had no idea it would be like this. So connected, so carnal, so wonderful.
Brody's breaths fanned my neck and once they evened, he slowly pulled out of me. I felt empty and still aroused, as if I needed more. Hot seed dripped from me and onto the blanket below.
Sitting back on his haunches, he looked down at my pussy. "So perfect," he uttered, his expression now relaxed and pleased. "I love seeing my seed dripping from you."
"My turn," Mason said, his voice not containing any notes of pleasure. "My cock aches to be inside you, Laurel. Just watching your face when you were filled for the first time almost had me coming."
Brody stood and Mason took his place. "Roll over, sweetheart."
My eyes widened at his request, but did as he asked. I looked over my shoulder at him, confused. "Why am I like this?"
Mason grinned as he gripped my hips. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."
"From...." When his cock slid over my wet folds, I understood. He curved his body over mine and I felt his chest hair tickle my back. He kissed my nape as his cock rooted and found my opening. In one slick stroke, he slid all the way in. There was no pain this time, only a stretching that had me groaning. When his hips pressed against my bottom I knew he was all the way in.
"You're right, Brody. She's so tight. Do you like it this way, sweetheart?"
He pulled back, the slid in again, the wet sound so loud. I felt Brody's seed drip down my thighs. The feeling of Mason's cock was so different, the angle of his fucking completely different than when Brody took me. "You're...you're so deep."
"I know. Every inch of my cock is surrounded by hot, tight pussy."
His hands stroked over my bottom before he brushed a thumb over my back entrance.
"Mason!" I tried to shift away, but his cock was embedded deep within me and he held me securely in his tight grip.
"We're going to take you here too, sweetheart. Not today, but soon. We'll get you ready for us, but for now, I've got to fuck you. I'm going to move now and you're going to come."
He was so demanding, so confident he could make me come again. The feel of the pad of his thumb brushing over my back entrance was surprising, yet the sensation of it had me clenching down on his cock. It was intense and hot and I couldn't stand it any longer. I ached for him to do...something. When he began to move, I groaned, relieved. His hips began to thrust and he used his cock as a weapon against any type of resistance. I knew his words to be true; I was going to come and I couldn't stop it.
Hands cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. Brody. When his fingers pinched the tips, I tossed my head back and came, sublime heat washing over me. My scream was caught in my throat, my body tightening and I knew I cinched down on his cock. He didn't stop moving, only rammed into me harder than before. His thumb moved from my ass and his hands gripped my hips tightly.
It was as if the pleasure couldn't stop, for his cock continued to rub over spots inside me that felt so good. Perspiration coated my skin as my hands clenched in the quilt. I felt Mason's cock thicken and swell within me as he bit down on my shoulder, his cock bottoming out in me. He groaned as I felt a gush of hot seed fill me and seep out around his cock and down my legs.
Brody turned my face to kiss me. I looked into his eyes. "You're ours, sweetheart."
Ours. I liked the sound of that.
CHAPTER NINE
BRODY
"Where is Mason?" Laurel asked. She was bent over the side of my bed, her feet planted on the floor but spread wide.
"Sweetheart, I have my thumb in your arse and you're asking after Mason?" The slick ointment I was working into her made my thumb's entry easy. It had been three days since we first fucked her and since then we'd taken her together and on our own, like now.
Her hips shifted back onto my hand and she groaned. "It's just that...you always take me together in the morning."
Three days did not a routine make, but she was quickly adjusting to having two husbands. We'd been training her arse these past few days, preparing her for taking both of us together. While we'd fucked her in turn, it wasn't the same. Having me fill her pussy while Mason took her arse would be the ultimate claiming. She would have no doubt that she belonged to both of us, although she didn't seem to question it even now.
"You may be married to both of us, but we will not always take you together. I may want to play with you as I am now. Does Mason do work your arse like this?"
She shook her head against the bed. "He...he has me on my back."
"Oh?" My cock was already hard enough to break ice on a frozen pond, but listening to her tell me about how Mason worked her body had my balls drawing up, ready to spend my seed.
"Tell me, sweetheart, what he does to you." I continued to collect more ointment and work it into her, slowly moving my thumb in deeper and deeper.
"I hold my knees up and back. He...says he likes to see my shaved pussy."
I did, too. We'd kept a little red patch of hair on her mons, which was hot as hell, but the rest of her was shaved. When we ate her sweet pussy now she was slick and smooth and nothing hid those pretty pink lips. Just like now, they were always slick and coated in her cream.
"Does he play with your nipples when his finger is in your arse?"
She sighed and I was able to slide in past my knuckle. She was so hot, so tight that when I got my cock in her I wouldn't last.
"Yes, and it hurts."
"Hurts bad or hurts good?"
I couldn't hold off any longer. Stepping close, I aligned my cock with the entrance to her pussy and pushed in, holding my thumb still and deep within her arse. It was a tight fit and I hissed out my breath.
Laurel groaned. "Hurts so good."
I grinned and let go. She might be small and dainty compared to either Mason or myself, but she could handle us. In fact, we'd discovered she liked it a little rough, which was good because I couldn't hold back any longer. I rocked my hips into her, over and over, my balls slapping against her pussy. Since I'd been playing with her for some time, she was close and I could feel her inner walls clenching down as if trying to pull me even deeper. She came on a scream and I followed directly after.
"So good," I repeated, pulling from her body and tugging her into my arms so we lay front to back.
This was where Mason found us an hour later.
"It's after nine," he grumbled. "Some
of us had work to do this morning."
Laurel stirred in my arms. She was no longer modest about being unclothed in front of us. No doubt Mason could see every delectable inch of her. I kissed her shoulder, and then stood to put on my clothes.
"I went to Ian and Kane's house to collect the clothes Emma picked for you at the mercantile."
Her eyes lit up.
"You don't like being naked, sweetheart?"
"I just don't want to wear the ripped dress again."
"Here." He tossed a new cream-colored corset onto the bed. "You may wear this today."
She came up on her elbow and fingered the lace edging, but frowned. She had no idea how decadent she looked sprawled across my bed as she was. "And a dress?"
Mason slowly shook his head. "No dress today. Tomorrow I will give you another article of clothing to add."
"Her stockings," I told him.
He nodded. "Good thinking. Stockings it is tomorrow."
"I want at least some drawers!"
Both of us shook our heads and replied at the same time. "No drawers."
"But—"
"No drawers," Mason repeated. "Eventually you will wear clothes, sweetheart, but for the time being, we are enjoying our bride being scantily clad. See what you do to me?"
He pointed to the thick line of his cock pressing against the placket of his pants.
She grinned then, recognizing her power over us.
"Did Brody play with your arse this morning?"
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She might no longer be a virgin, but she was still innocent. "Yes," she whispered.
Mason directed with his chin. "Show me."
Slowly, she turned onto her stomach.
"Not like that. You know how I like to look at you."
She rolled over, placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, knees bent. If her nipples hadn't tightened into tight little peaks at his command, I'd think she was apprehensive, when in fact she most likely was afraid of how much she actually liked it.
"Knees back, please."
Mason stood, legs shoulder width apart, arms across his chest. He didn't look forbidding, but formidable.
Hooking her hands beneath her knees, she pulled them back and wide so they were up at the sides of her breasts.
"Good girl." He knelt down on the floor directly in front of her pussy. "You're still slick with ointment and I can see that Brody fucked you well."
"Mason!" Laurel cried out.
"Here." Mason held out the larger sized plug we'd used on her before. "Let go of one knee and play with your arse, sweetheart. I want to see you work the plug inside."
She lifted her head from the bed and looked at him, mouth open. "What?"
"You heard me. Do it, please."
She took the plug from me, the broad head of it slick with additional ointment, reached around behind her leg to press it against her little rosebud. My cock rose to attention once again.
"Now work it in. Fuck your arse with the plug."
"But—"
"If you please me, Laurel, then I will please you. Brody will as well. I'm going to rub your little clit the way you like it and Brody's going to play with your nipples, but only once the plug is filling you up."
"Oh yes," she sighed.
I moved into position on the bed and watched. Laurel bit her lip as she slowly began to work the plug into her arse. It stretched open around the broad head and she cried out when it breached the tight entrance. It closed around the tapered wood and it was lodged in place between the wider section and a small handle that protruded from her. When she took a deep breath, settling into the feeling of having her arse nice and crammed full, I began tugging and playing with the already hard tips.
Mason's finger slipped into her pussy to collect some of her juices and coated her pink pearl, then began to give it the attention she wanted.
"Such a good girl. Now work the plug in and out. That wide section is going to stretch you open in preparation for our cocks. It's going to make you come right away."
Mason was right. It didn't take long for her to climax; she'd pulled the flared section back to stretch open, then pushed it back in deep. That was all it took. She came, her eyes falling closed, her mouth open and her skin flushing a bright pink. It was an amazing sight, seeing all of our hands on her, working her, pleasing her. The knowledge that she enjoyed arse play made me want to claim her there now, but it was too soon. She wasn't quite ready. Soon. Very soon.
Once her pleasure ebbed, Mason worked the plug from her. She lay sated and open, completely uninhibited.
"Who gives you your pleasure, sweetheart?" Mason asked.
She licked her lips. "You do."
"Yes, that's right. Brody and I. Who do you belong to?"
Her eyes open and she looks at both of us. "The two of you."
"Such a good girl."
LAUREL
In the morning Mason finally gave me one of the pretty dresses Emma had picked out for me at the mercantile. It was a dark green that he said matched my eyes perfectly. My men—I enjoyed calling them mine—had continued to lavish attention on me, either by themselves or together. When Ann had said her men cherished her, she hadn't been boasting. Mason and Brody were attentive, not only as lovers, but as husbands. It had been a game to them, watching me spend a day in solely my corset, then my corset and stockings before today allowing me to cover my body modestly. It did feel nice to be completely covered once again, but when Brody's hand had dipped beneath the fabric of my long skirt to cup my bare bottom, I'd seen the heat in his eyes. It thrilled me to know that what they were thinking; my pussy was bare and wet for them to take whenever they desired.
It had been a week since we'd married and I had yet to leave the house, but I'd most certainly been kept occupied. Today, however, had both men going to the stable, for a new colt was born overnight and they needed to take over the chores of Ian and Simon who had stayed up all night for the birth.
I didn't mind the quiet of the house, but it seemed strange. One perk of being married to two men meant I was never lonely. Even when I was alone and reading a book in a comfortable chair by the fire, they were with me, for I could not forget either man or what they did to me only an hour before because of their seed continuing to drip from me.
When I heard the front door open and close, I smiled, thinking one of them had returned to make good on their promise to bend me over the sofa. When I stood and walked across the room to meet them, it was not Brody or Mason, but Mr. Palmer.
I froze in my tracks and my hand came up to my chest. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of the man. "What are you doing here?" I questioned.
"Claiming my bride," he said. His voice was nasally and weak.
"Your bride?" When he continued to stare at me, I added, "I'm already married. You'll have to find yourself another woman."
"I heard about your wedding. It's the talk of the town. Turner and I looked mighty embarrassed after coming out here looking for you and all. You were hiding somewhere all along." He shook his head slowly, his jowls shifting as he did so. "It doesn't matter if you've given yourself to another man or not. I don't want a different woman. I want you."
I pointed at myself. "Me? Why are you so keen on me? As you said, I've already given myself to another." He didn't allude to the fact that I was married to both Mason and Brody. Clearly that knowledge did not reach town.
He pursed his lips. "I don't want you. I want your land."
What? I frowned and shook my head. "My land? I don't have any land."
"You own the entire Turner parcel and it was to be mine."
His eyes narrowed and he moved a step closer. I retreated keeping the distance between us as great as possible.
"That land is not mine. It belongs to my father."
He closed his eyes briefly and clenched his hands into fists. "Your father had a gambling problem and I won the property in exchange for monetary debts."
"What?" My father
was a rich man, wealthy enough to keep me at a fine boarding school for thirteen years. His house was immense and surrounded by Turner land as far as the eye could see.
"He gambled and owed me more money than he had in the bank." He shrugged. "So I claimed his ranch...and you, in exchange."
"I'm not for sale."
"No, you're not for sale, for you were won fair and square."
I took another step back.
"There must be some mistake."
"The only mistake is allowing your bastard father sign all of his property over to you in his will."
"He...he did what? He doesn't even like me. I haven't seen the man in over ten years!"
"Doesn't matter. He made you the beneficiary of his estate."
Where were Brody and Mason? How I wished I wasn't alone right now! There was nothing to do but try to escape this man for he was clearly irrational, so I tried to run past him but he caught up with me in the hallway, grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.
"I'm married to Mason. You can't have me!" I tugged against his tight hold.
"I can." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "A marriage license that says we were married two weeks ago. You are Mrs. Palmer."
I shook my head. He was crazy.
"No, that's not true. It's not real. We were married in a church."
"It's real. The circuit judge signed it, therefore your supposed marriage to the Bridgewater man means nothing."
Means nothing? My marriage to Mason...and Brody meant everything. They were the first people to see me as a person, as a woman, not a pawn or a tool to someone's advantage. They hadn't married me then sent me off somewhere. I knew now what it felt like to be cared for, for someone to care about me. They'd shown me what love was.
"No." I shook my head. "No. You need to talk to my father. If he signed the ranch over to me, just have him change it. I want nothing to do with this. As I've said, I barely know the man, so why would he listen to me?"