Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

“Don’t go shy on us now, Kitten,” he murmured, reminding me of how bold I’d been earlier. His hands moved to the buttons at the top of my dress, taking his time to undo each one until my dress gaped open, the material loose on my shoulders.

He stopped then, sat on the edge of the bed. The ropes creaked with his weight. James sat up so they were both watching. Two virile, handsome men, their bodies well defined in the lamplight. Tousled hair, toned flesh, hard cocks. And all mine.

James tipped up his chin and I couldn’t miss the black eye. “Show us, wife. We want to see every inch of you.”

His words were seductive. Alluring. The way they looked at me was… intoxicating. My nipples hardened beneath my corset, my pussy… I knew now that it was wet in eagerness for them. My body heated and all thoughts of anything beyond this room fled.

I shrugged the dress off of one shoulder, then the other, working it down my arms. It caught about my waist, and I pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath, I wore a corset, shift, stockings. I had no idea where my drawers had gone.

Jonah tugged open the placket of his pants, his cock falling into his hand. He began to stroke it in a tight fist from root to tip as his eyes roved my body.

I studied him, from his corded forearm flexing as he stroked himself, to the chiseled muscles of his abdomen, the flat, pink nipples on his chest, the whiskers on his chin. Even his tousled hair. My examination of Jonah’s body distracted me from what I was doing, and I fumbled with the stays of my corset. Soon though, it was undone and at my feet as well. My hair was unbound and long down my back. My shift was thin, white and so fine as to be almost see-through. It had meant nothing to me, before now. I didn’t have to look to know my nipples would be poking against the fabric, their darker color obvious. Lower, I was sure they could see a hint of my pussy.

I was nervous, for no man had ever laid eyes upon me like this. While they’d touched me intimately before, I’d been clothed. This was something else entirely. I wasn’t just taking the pleasure—or punishment—they were giving me, I was offering now.

In one bold move, I took off my shift, tossed it to the floor. I was bare now except for my stockings. My heart fluttered beneath my breast, my breathing coming out in little pants. Waiting.

The men just stared. And stared. Even Jonah stilled the motion of his hand on his cock.

“Fuck,” James whispered. Finally, he moved to sit on the bed beside Jonah. He curled a finger, beckoned me over.

I took the two steps that separated us. With them sitting, my breasts were level with their eyes.

James cleared his throat. “You’re lucky, Kitten, to have two husbands.”

“Oh?” The sound was barely loud enough to hear, for I could smell their dark, manly scents, see their corded muscles, even the whiskers on their jaw.

“Two mouths to suck on your breasts,” James commented, just before leaning forward and taking a nipple between his lips.

Jonah followed and the sweet suction of their mouths had me crying out. The feel was different, they laved me in different ways, but it was so carnal, so wicked, I squirmed. I had no idea a man would put his mouth there. And suck. Nip. Tug.

My hands went to the tops of their heads, their silky hair tangled in my fingers.

“Don’t stop!” I cried as Jonah cupped my breast in his palm.

They didn’t reply, just continued to… to play. I knew what a climax felt like now, and it wasn’t going to happen from their very thorough attentions to my nipples. I was aroused, pushed close to coming, but it wouldn’t give me the completion I wanted. No, it only worked me up, made me frantic. They played. Were they making me as crazy, as eager as they were?

I had no idea how much time had passed when they lifted their heads. Their hair was tousled from my grip, their faces tight with desire. They were so different in look and temperament. Everything about them was like night and day, and yet I wanted both of them. It seemed together, they made up what I needed.

Jonah undid the tiny bow on the ribbon holding up my stocking. “Two men to help you with this.”

James did the other and they worked them down my legs. I stepped out of one, then the other.

I was now bare to them.

James hooked a hand about my waist and tugged me onto him as he fell onto his back, kissing me. We’d kissed at the end of the wedding ceremony, a quick chaste one. Nothing like this. His tongue was in my mouth as it had been one other time, as if I were providing the life essence he needed to survive.

I lay atop him, my breasts pressed into his hard chest, my legs parted by one of his. My pussy pressed into his hard thigh, and I began to ride it, just as I’d done Jonah’s hand on the horse.

A hand slid down my back and over my bottom, then lower. My bottom pushed back of its own volition, wanting more, knowing what fingers there could do. Jonah.

James’ hands roamed as well, as if the two of them were learning me. How I felt, how I responded.

“I envisioned taking my time with you, getting you beneath me and breaking open that pussy nice and slow,” James said, his words rough. His hands settled on my hips and squeezed.

“Please,” I begged, feeling how hard he was against my belly. I wanted that in me. Filling me. Jonah’s hand wasn’t enough. James’ touch wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed it all.

James pushed me up and off him so I was on my knees straddling him. I watched as he tugged open his pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock, the one I’d sucked until he spurted his seed down my throat, pointed straight up at me. Thick and long, I had to wonder now how it had fit in my mouth, and I questioned whether it would fit into my body.