Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

“You are wet. Dripping. An aroused woman will coat a man’s fingers, mouth and cock with her pussy juices.” He pushed the tip of it past my lips and into my mouth. “Taste.”

I tasted myself on my tongue as I sucked on it. Xander’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as I did so. He growled as he pulled his hand free.

“I want a taste,” Mr. Tyler uttered.

Xander pushed to his feet and took hold of the bottom of my dress as the other man took his place between my legs.

Mr. Tyler took a moment and just looked his fill. “I can see her clit poking out from here. So easily aroused.” Glancing up, he asked, “Do you want to come, baby?”

I wanted to do something, for I felt as if I was going to burst out of my skin. My heart was racing and my skin flushed; the taste of myself was indeed sweet on my tongue.

I’d come before, not from Frank, but my own fingers late at night. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home and I’d been able to explore my own body, to touch myself the way I liked. In all those moments, I’d never felt remotely like this.

“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”

“I’m not God. Just Tyler. You’re going to scream my name before I’m done with you.”

Tyler pushed against the inside of my thigh, making me widen my stance. Only then did he lean in and put his mouth on me. Where Xander had been deliberate and aggressive, Tyler was focused and attentive. While he did pay special attention to my clit, he sucked one fold into his mouth, then the other before pushing the tip of his tongue inside me. I’d had Xander’s fingers and Frank’s member in me, but never a tongue. It wasn’t big enough, nor did it go in deep enough to make me come, but the idea of Tyler filling me with his cock had me clenching his shoulders. I was lost, wild to the feelings.

These men. Lord above, these men were skilled. I had no idea what I’d been missing. I was in the entryway with my dress bunched about my waist with a man—a gorgeous man—between my legs doing wicked things to me! A second man stood by and watched. It was… wicked.

“You’re going to come for Tyler, but not until I say,” Xander whispered in my ear, the soft rasp of his beard on my neck another sensation to my already overwhelmed body.

How he knew I was almost on the brink, I didn’t know. But with Tyler pressing his tongue flat against my clit as he dipped not one, but two fingers inside me, I didn’t know how stop it.

I licked my dry lips as I gasped and cried out with pleasure. My eyes had fallen closed and I just gave in to the feeling.

“Not yet, Emily. Be a good girl and wait for your men to tell you when you can come. Your pleasure belongs to us now.”

I turned my head to look at Xander, to tell him what he could do with his pushy ways. His face was right there. His dark eyes bored into mine, our breaths mingled.

“Stop.”

I stilled at his order, but I realized when Tyler lifted his head and pulled his fingers from me that Xander was speaking to him, not me.

“No, don’t listen to him. Don’t stop!” I was panting now, as if I’d run the distance to Bridgewater instead of riding. I glanced down at Tyler—he, too, had slick lips—then at the fierce Xander.

“The next time you tell me I’m pushy, you’ll be punished and you won’t come,” Xander vowed. “That’s a promise.”

Had I said those words aloud? It seemed Xander was not a man to be trifled with.

“You want to come so much, sweetheart, then you tell Tyler exactly what you want him to do.” He stroked my hair back from my face with a gentleness that contradicted his tone.

“Make me come,” I said. I’d never said these kinds of words aloud. Frank had never brought me pleasure before. In fact, I never knew it was actually possible with a man. Until now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xander shake his head. “How?” he asked.

Tyler wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Waiting.

“How?” I repeated, confused.

“With my mouth?” Tyler asked.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me you want to come on my mouth.”

Tyler’s hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs brushing along the crease, nudging the hairs of my pussy. My hips shifted of their own volition, wanting his fingers closer. On me. In me.