Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

“My breasts.” My voice was breathy and light.

“That’s right, baby.” Tyler came around to the side of the bed, moved so he could cup one breast in his palm and began stroking the nipple with his thumb.

My muscles relaxed and I closed my eyes, settling in to just the feel of the men’s hands and mouths on me. They touched me everywhere, my skin awakening and tingling with each pass. My nipples tightened impossibly, the painful pleasure of Tyler’s fingers pinching and tugging at them, his mouth gently soothing afterward. Xander was so gentle, almost ruthless with it, barely touching the tip of his tongue to the side of my clit, around it, over it. His fingers didn’t dip inside, but just lightly circled my entrance. My inner muscles clenched down, but he gave me nothing to clutch.

I was being teased, mercilessly. Instead of bringing me to a swift climax—they seemed to like to see the proof of their skill on my body—they built me up, higher and higher. My blood thickened, my breathing became erratic, my skin slicked with sweat. They were making me desperate. I knew that’s what they wanted, for me to forget about everything and just feel, just react to them. Soon enough I’d have both their cocks buried deep inside me and they wanted me ready. Eager. Frantic.

Tyler moved so that he was settled on his back beside me. “Climb up on me, baby.”

Xander helped lift me up and onto Tyler so I straddled him. With a hand at the base of his cock, Tyler held himself still as I shifted and moved so that he slid in easily, one long, smooth stroke. I was fully seated when my thighs rested on his.

I couldn’t help the groan that slipped from my lips at how he filled me. He nudged the entrance to my womb with a small bit of pain. Using my knees, I shifted and adjusted to accommodate all of him.

Tyler’s hands settled on my breasts, cupping and playing with them as I began to ride his cock. I circled and slid up and down him, using his cock for my own pleasure. The flared head stroked over sensitive places deep inside, building the burn. My head fell back, my hair tickling the length of my back.

“It’s so good. Tyler, I… I’m so close.”

I gasped when Xander nipped the spot where my shoulder and neck met. “Not yet, sweetheart. Remember, we control your pleasure.”

Tyler removed his hands from my breasts. They felt swollen and tender and ached for his touch.

“Give me a kiss,” he said. I leaned down and he wrapped his arms about my shoulders, one hand cupping the back of my head.

Tyler’s tongue delved into my mouth, sliding in and out just as his cock was moving within my tight sheath. I was surrounded by Tyler, overwhelmed by him. Joined.

A big hand stroked down the length of my spine and moved further, over my bottom and then between, brushing over my back entrance. I startled, but I heard Xander’s voice soothing me as Tyler began to thrust his hips up into me, to kiss me.

You love it when we play with this virgin hole. You come for us so hard.

I settled, listening to his words, feeling his gentle touch. I felt something cool and slick coat my entrance, making his finger slide easily inside.

“That’s the lubricant, sweetheart. I’ll get you nice and slick, just like when we fill you with the training plugs. That’s one finger. Fuck, woman, you’re squeezing it so hard.” Xander’s voice took on that hard quality that I liked.

“Her pussy’s squeezing my cock, too,” Tyler breathed.

I looked down at him, saw a bead of sweat slide down his temple. His jaw was clenched and I could tell he was holding back as Xander began to prepare my bottom.

When I felt his fingers slip away, then the broad head of his cock pressing against me, my eyes widened and I felt a moment of panic.

Tyler stroked a hand over my hair. “Shh, let him in.” I stared at him, focused on his face as Xander nudged against my entrance, then retreated, again and again. My breathing quickened and I worried that he wouldn’t be able to get in.

I’d been fucked with the training plug in me, but never two cocks. There was a definite difference in feel, as if I was being opened so wide. I winced, then gasped when Xander pushed past the ring of muscle with what felt like a silent pop.

There was a slight burning sensation along with the stretching and I tried to wiggle away, but there was no place to go. I was well and truly impaled on their cocks. Xander’s heavy breathing matched his motions, in, out, in, out, gaining more and more ground until he was in all the way.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

Xander was at my back, the hairs on his chest tickling my back. Tyler was beneath me. Both their cocks were embedded deep inside me. We were one. I was the one that connected us together, not only as a family, but in this moment, physically as well.

There was nothing coming between us. We were one.

“It’s time for us to move, baby,” Tyler murmured. He looked over my shoulder and gave a slight nod. He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of my pussy before starting to move back in. When he did, Xander retreated, his cock sliding deep inside my ass and lighting it up. Nerves and pleasure I never knew existed came to life with his dark strokes. They worked me in tandem; one slid out while the other filled me up. Again and again they alternated fucking me until I was lost. I had no coherent thought left, only feelings. Only pleasure and deep, heady sensation that flared to life by their very skilled cocks.

I clawed at the bed as my body shifted against Tyler’s, my nipples rubbing against his sweaty chest. The sensations coalesced

into a tight ball starting in my pussy and ass. It built bigger and brighter, spreading throughout my entire body. My fingers tingled, my toes felt numb, my muscles went taut as my breath caught in my throat. I froze in place, trapped between my men as they fucked me, their cocks pushing me into orgasm.

This wasn’t a gentle nudge as Xander could do with the flick of his tongue on my clit. This wasn’t a sharp nip of Tyler’s teeth on the tip of my nipple. This was them claiming my entire body. I would have screamed if it hadn’t caught in my throat, the feelings coursing through my veins so powerful I could do nothing but grip the bed to anchor myself.