by Stasia Black
“Take off your shirt,” she said.
He half strangled himself he pulled it off so fast. Shay giggled as she scooted over to the middle of the huge bed. Charlie felt his eyebrows lift as he looked at the bed. It was way bigger than king-size.
Damn, why the hell was he thinking about mattresses when he had the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on all but naked in front of him?
He wet his lips as her eyes went to his jeans and she motioned for him to take them off. Shit. She’d see how hard he already was. Or was that a good thing? Like, it would show her how hot he thought she was?
Fuck it. It was what it was. Not like he could do a damn thing about it at this point. He had to reach in his pants and readjust his dick, pulling it up toward his stomach to even get his jeans off.
From the way Shay couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from his cock, he thought maybe he was doing it right after all. He sat on the bed beside Shay after he kicked his jeans off.
Right as he was about to lean in to her, movement from beside him had him glancing to the right. Henry was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and shirking out of his suit vest. Rafe kicked off his boots.
And Charlie immediately went on alert.
Shit.
He’d been so overwhelmed by Shay that he’d forgotten about the bigger problem with this whole fucked up situation. And he swore, if any of them tried anything Shay wasn’t ready for or hadn’t expressly given her permission—
Before he could say anything, though, Shay reached forward and took Charlie’s jaw in her hand, directing his face toward hers.
After this morning’s come to Jesus moment where she’d laid it all out clear for him, he promised himself he’d do anything she wanted, no matter what it was. It was her choice and he’d respect it.
So he followed her lead and let her pull him until he was half crouched over her.
And then they were kissing again. Goddamn. He thought he’d been hard before? When her tongue did that little thing right there? Tangling with his like that while her breasts arched against his chest? Fuckin’ hell.
He groaned into her mouth and kissed her harder. He still didn’t know if he was doing it right. At the moment though? He didn’t care.
He tried to mirror her movements. He wanted it to be good for her. And goddamn, he just wanted more. More. Of all of it. All of her.
He had his hands planted on the mattress so he could lean over her, but when he felt her small hand tugging on his right arm, he shifted all his weight to his left.
And daaaaaaaaaaaamn.
Because the hand she’d tugged on?
She drew it down to her plump, perfect breast.
His breath caught as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. And then he squeezed gently, testing the weight and feel of her in his hand.
Fuckin’ hell. He’d imagined it so many times. So. Many. Times. And none of his fantasies compared to this. A real woman.
And not just any woman. Shay. This was Shay’s breast.
He squeezed again. It was so much… softer… and squishier than he’d expected. He wasn’t sure what he thought it would be like. One older guy he and Uncle Dale used to trade with said boobs felt like squeezing a grapefruit.
Shay’s tits were nothing like a grapefruit. Cause, uh, yeah, Charlie might have squeezed a few over the years after hearing that.
“I want your mouth there,” Shay said, breaking from their kiss and putting her hands on the top of his head to urge him down.
“I’ll show him everything, gorgeous,” said a voice to their left. Charlie glanced up only long enough to see Henry sit down on Shay’s other side. “You lay back and let us worship you.”
Charlie felt a flashing stab of jealousy when Henry leaned down and kissed Shay’s perfect lips. The same he’d just had his on. But then her breast was in front of his mouth and she was squeezing it and feeding him her nipple.
He couldn’t help sucking it into his mouth. And fuckin’ hell, it hardened right up like an unripe berry. Her chest arched up into him.
She liked it. She put more pressure on the back of his head, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. He sucked harder and her hips bucked up into him. God— He just— He’d never imagin—
He reached to shove his underwear down.
The only barrier between her and his aching dick was the tiny slip of her panties. The head of his cock bobbed against her and he groaned.
He wanted to shove her underwear aside and push inside her.
He wanted it so bad.
He’d never wanted anything more in his life.
Never fucking needed something more.
He moved over her, lining himself up as best he could. Shay had pulled away from Henry and she pushed her panties down. Charlie moved to one side, helping her yank them off her legs.
Goddamn, he was almost there.
He was about to have sex.
With Shay.
Charlie grabbed his cock, stroking himself once up and down before positioning himself at her pussy. He got even harder as he rubbed his tip up along the wet lips of her opening. Holy God. It was nothing like the faded magazine pictures he’d seen. It felt like fucking heaven on the sensitive head of his cock. Like nothing he’d ever—
He pushed in a little further. He didn’t know exactly where her entrance was. But as he pushed forward, his cock seemed to be built to seek her center.
All thought, sensation, and purpose dropped to that one place in his body—his cock breaching Shay’s entrance.
Get in her.
Penetrate.
Sex.
Sex sex sex sex sex sex s—
“Wait, are you sure you got her ready enough?”
Charlie was in such a cock haze, so ready to thrust his hips forward, that at first, Henry’s voice barely penetrated.
“Stop, you idiot.” Hands grabbed Charlie’s shoulders, pulling him back when all he wanted to do was lunge forward.
Charlie jerked his head toward Henry. Not the fucking sight he wanted to see when he was about to have sex for the first time. “What the hell?”
“I’m ready,” Shay said. “Let him be.”
Charlie glared at Henry and jerked away from him but Henry already had one hand on Shay’s hip, caressing her up and down.
Charlie growled when Henry’s hand moved toward her center, running it down between those sweet and mysterious pussy lips and then—goddammit, the bastard moved right past Charlie’s cock and slipped his forefinger up inside her.
Shay’s stomach flattened and flexed at the move as her breathing picked up. Charlie glanced toward her face and found her biting her lip in pleasure.
Well damn, he liked seeing her like that. So no matter how much his cock felt like it was about to explode if he started pushing in again, he paused and moved a little to the side so he could see what Henry was doing with his fingers.
Henry had two in her now, twisting them round and round and stretching her as he pumped in and out. With the fingers of his other hand, he stretched her pussy lips wide so Charlie could see exactly what he was doing.
Charlie swallowed hard. He had no idea a woman’s sex was so… complicated. He lifted off of Shay completely so he could sit beside her and get a closer view of what Henry was showing him.
There were so many… layers and folds. It was like the petals of a rose. His eyes zeroed in on the opening where her body greedily sucked Henry’s fingers in and out, though. He licked his lips as his cock throbbed. He’d be fucking that hole soon.
Fuckin’ hell, if he kept thinking about that, he’d spill on the bed and miss his chance to make love to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He clenched his teeth and was about to shove Henry out of the way and climb back over Shay when Henry started talking again.
“Now when you are taking her,” Henry said, “make sure to grind your hips down on this part of her pussy.” Henry spread her lips wide and rubbed his thumb around a tiny little pink pearl of flesh at the top of her
slit.
Shay’s entire body shuddered and she let out a cry of pleasure.
Charlie’s eyes shot to her face and then back to Henry’s thumb. Whatever Henry had just done was important.
“What is it?”
Henry just smiled indulgently. “This, my friend, is her clitoris. It is one of two ways to bring her to orgasm. You need to get very, very familiar with it. Watch how she reacts when I do this.”
Henry dropped his head and Charlie watched in fascination and yeah, a little jealousy, as Henry’s tongue snaked out and traveled all around the little pearl.
And damn, the way Shay reacted? Charlie thought she’d been responsive when he’d sucked on her nipple, but it was nothing to the way she thrashed and shuddered when Henry licked and then latched his mouth around her clitoris.
Her little whining breaths came out higher and higher pitched. Holy shit. She was going to orgasm. Charlie was going to get to watch a woman orgasm for the first time in his life. He slapped at his cock, trying to keep himself from getting too excited.
But then Shay pushed Henry’s head away.
Charlie blinked. Had she come? Did he miss it?
She was breathing as heavily as ever though when she looked down with lust filled eyes. “I don’t want to come the first time as a married woman without being fucked. I’m ready, Charlie.”
Charlie didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved Henry out of the way and positioned himself over her again. He took his cock and rubbed his tip through her folds. Goddamn, she was soaked. His cock slipped back and forth through her slick flesh.
“Don’t tease me,” she groaned. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours.”
Did she just—
“Fuck me, Charlie. I need it now. I want to know what it feels like with your big cock in my cunt.”
Charlie’s spine lit with her crude, sexy as fuck words. His cock found her slick entrance all on its own. He immediately pressed forward and within moments, he was sliding inside her.
Fuckin’—
Damn, this was—
The way her hot body clenched on him, it was—
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Charlie felt like his eyes were gonna roll back in his head, she felt so damn good.
His hips met Shay’s, his cock buried as deep as it would go. And damn, he’d never felt anything like— He didn’t even know it could feel this—
Then Shay shifted restlessly underneath him. She wanted him to move. And the clitoris. He’d already forgotten about it. He pulled back out and Jesus, he wasn’t sure which felt better, pushing in or the slide of his cock dragging along her walls as he pulled out.
But then he shoved back in again and was positive that was better. Until he pulled out and thought he’d die from the pleasure of it.
Next time he pushed in, he made sure to grind his hips up against her pearl, which made her shudder underneath him.
“Shay,” he gasped. “God, you’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He would have leaned down to kiss her but Henry had moved up to take her mouth. Rafe was leaning over the bed too, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Jonas stood off to the side, watching all of them, his hand in his boxers stroking himself.
And Charlie didn’t know how to feel about it. Here he was, having the most intimate, amazing moment of his life. Feeling more connected to another person than he ever had before.
But to her, he was just one of many bringing her pleasure.
His rhythm slowed even as he told himself he was being a fucking idiot. Shay hadn’t asked him to be one of her husbands because she loved him. They barely knew each other. But she did trust him. And then she’d trusted him again tonight, asking him to be the first to lay claim to her body. Was he going to ruin that by getting petty and jealous?
He rolled his hips into her again and her back arched, her cry of pleasure lost against Henry’s lips.
And when Charlie let go of his jealousy and focused only on Shay and her pleasure, in one second he went from seeing the woman he wanted being mauled by several men when he wanted her all to himself—to seeing the woman he wanted to pleasure getting exactly that. There was almost no part of her body that wasn’t being attended to.
Jonas even came forward and began massaging one of her feet even though her legs were wrapped around Charlie’s back.
Charlie had set out to worship her and they were helping him do it.
But it was his cock inside her.
Him grinding against her perfect little pearl.
He dropped his head down and sucked her free nipple into his mouth. He teased his tongue back and forth along the tip as he continued driving in and out of her.
“Harder,” Shay cried out, her body shuddering so much she was all but thrashing underneath him.
But did she mean she wanted him to suck her breasts harder or to fuck her harder? Or was she not talking to him at all and she meant she wanted the other guy to pinch her nipple harder?
Charlie let go of her breast with a sucking pop. “Which do you mean? Me or—
“All of you. Everything,” she gasped, reaching a hand down and grabbing Charlie by the back of his head, shoving him toward her breast again. “I need it all harder. Fucking harder.”
Fuckin’ hell. Was she trying to kill him? He was barely holding back as it was. And every single word that came out of her mouth had him threatening to shoot his load far earlier than he wanted.
But he couldn’t deny her. So he sucked and he fucked like his life depended on it. Because in that moment, it felt like it did. All that mattered was pleasuring her. All that mattered was taking her over the edge with him.
The way her hips drove up to meet his every thrust had him thinking that maybe she was as close as he was.
Hold it off. Not yet. Not fucking yet.
But with every thrust and retreat it was that much harder. He felt it in his spine. God, he was gonna fucking lose it.
“Harder,” she cried again, moving her hips even more violently against his every time he pushed up to the hilt in her glorious, glorious cunt.
And then she squeezed around him harder than ever and he just fucking lost it. He sucked on her nipple as the orgasm flashed through him.
He shoved his cock in and held.
Fuck—
Damn—
He was— He could—
Cum pumped out of him. So deep inside her. He was so goddamn deep.
Her legs shook violently and when she started going crazy underneath him, it cut through his haze just enough for him to understand that she was coming too. He pulled out and shoved back in, the last of his cum spurting as he rode that final crest of the most amazing fucking orgasm he’d ever had in his whole damn life.
And when he looked up at her, she wasn’t kissing Henry or paying attention to the guy still playing with her nipple.
No, her eyes were locked on Charlie. If he’d thought she was beautiful before, it was nothing to how she looked in this moment. Freshly fucked, her eyes bright and lazy with fulfilled pleasure.
Charlie wanted to grab his cock and start jacking himself so he could get hard and they could do it all over again.
But, though he was still half-hard, he knew realistically he needed recovery time. And as much as he might be uncomfortable with the fact, he wasn’t the only husband looking to consummate the marriage tonight.
Still, he wasn’t ready to give up his moment with Shay yet. He moved up to her face and for a second just hovered there, his eyes searching hers.
Her eyes grew a hair wider, almost like she was afraid of what he’d find if he looked too close. Silly woman. He brushed some mussed hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.
And then he leaned down and brushed his lips over her forehead, then her left eyebrow, then her right, then down her cheeks and finally, finally, he dropped his lips to hers.
“You’re the most exquisite person I’ve ever
come across in my life,” he whispered when he pulled back, again looking into her fathomless green eyes. She blinked and looked down but he just put a finger under her chin and tilted her head back up so her gaze met his again. “I’ll never forget tonight so long as I live.”
He kissed her one last time, a long, sweet kiss, before rolling to the side and making way for whoever would take his place next. His initial plan had been to stay in the room and ignore whatever was happening on the bed unless Shay needed his help. But now he knew he’d stay as close as possible, with Shay through every step of it.
He wouldn’t miss a single moment of her pleasure.
Never again in her whole life if he had his way.
Chapter 9
SHAY
Shay knew she’d have to have sex with them. She’d known it ever since the plan was first formed. And it genuinely hadn’t bothered her. Sex was a commonly enough traded commodity in her experience.
And yes, she’d trained her body to enjoy it even in the worst sorts of situations. Something that had saved her life on more than one occasion. Her body was just that—a body. It had nothing to do with what was on the inside.
Or so she’d thought.
But then came Charlie. So sweet. And a virgin, of all things.
That simple fact said so much about his character. Sure it was a little more difficult to get access to a woman these days, but there were plenty of brothels in any major city. And a strong, good-looking guy like Charlie? He was just the kind of resident Travisville was always trying to recruit.
Colonel Travis—a title he bestowed on himself—was big on rewarding the men in his service with women. And unlike the brothels, well, the legal ones at least, the women were rarely willing.
But that was all in the past.
She was here now.
Be present. Live in this moment.
Besides, this moment was quite a lovely one. She’d just had one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of her life. Charlie had been a little awkward at first, sure, but his natural instincts for lovemaking were spot on and soon their bodies were moving in sync.
Her legs still shook with aftershocks as Charlie kissed her one last time and then moved to the side.