Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

"Take out my cock."

With eager fingers, she undid my belt, then the front placket of my hands. My cock spilled into her waiting hands, hard as stone. I didna offer a chance for her to play. Instead, I reached down and lifted up the hem of her dress, hooked it over my forearms, grabbed her about the waist and lifted her up, pressing her into the wall so we were eye level. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs about my waist and—thank Christ—she wasna wearing any drawers, causing my cock to slide over her slick folds and for the head of my cock to tuck into her eager, wet cleft.

I thrust up into her in one deliberate, rough stroke. Her head arched back at the way I filled her, and she cried out. The feel of her hot, tight walls clenching down on me was heaven. I didna want to move, but breathed her in, savored her within my arms, her legs around me. She was with me, right with me in this. I couldna remain still though, and pulled back to thrust deep again. Over and over. I gave up any semblance of control, for it was impossible. My balls tightened and I felt my orgasm approaching.

Our breaths mingled and the sound of fucking—wet and rough—filled the air.

"I'm going to come, sweetheart," I said, breathing against the damp skin of her neck. I angled my hips so I rubbed against her clit each time I filled her. "Ye are going to come with me. Let go and I'll be here to catch ye."

Gripping her arse, I lifted and lowered her onto me, taking her hard and without restraint. The way she was panting, the way she hissed my name out between breaths, she was right there with me.

Once, twice I plunged, and I came hard—hard enough to groan and slap my hand against the wall, my mind gone, hard enough to only care about the feel of her sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I spurted into her, again and again to overflowing, my seed seeping from her and down over her thighs. Continuing to rub my cock deep inside her, she quickly followed me over, crying out her pleasure before leaning forward to muffle her sounds in my shoulder. Her pussy clenched down on me even more, all but pulling my cock even deeper into her, as if she wanted to keep it there.

I was spent, my energy completely gone and I tried to catch my breath. Carefully, I lowered Rebecca to the ground, held her as she got her feet beneath her, my cock only slipping out once she stood upright. Connor came over then and took a hold of her, allowing me to step back and recover. If a quick fuck up against the wall had me feeling like this, I wasna going to make it a week. I would, though, die a happy man.

"Still have that plug in yer pocket, lass?" Connor asked.

Rebecca looked as sated as I felt, leaning against the wall heavily as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. She nodded as she retrieved the object from the folds of her dress and handed it to Connor. He directed her toward the desk with the tilt of his chin. She must have known what he planned, for she leaned over the flat surface without direction.

Connor lifted her skirts and bunched them up at the small of her back. "Spread yer legs, lass. Let me get a good look at ye."

She did as he bid, her cheek resting against the cool wood. I came to stand beside Connor, took the plug from him. "Dash is going to work that plug into yer arse while ye suck my cock."

"I...I don't know how," she replied, her voice rough with desire. I could see her arousal hadna waned from the carnal look in her eye.

"Dinna worry, he'll instruct ye," I told her.

"Ye will please me greatly," Connor added as he went around the desk to where Rebecca gripped the edge, her head placed perfectly for taking his cock.

As Connor opened his pants, I ran the plug over her smooth pussy, collecting my seed and moving it back to coat her arse. I did this slowly and patiently as Connor instructed Rebecca on how to suck cock. I wanted to watch as she took him into her mouth, as her tongue slid over the thick vein that ran along the underside, how it went deeply into her mouth, but I focused on her arse and getting it trained to take us.

The tight ring of muscle resisted the plug's insertion, but I slipped a finger into her pussy and felt my slick essence. She instantly relaxed, softening to the pleasure of my action, allowing me to push the plug slowly, very carefully, deeper and deeper into her. The wide middle stretched her more than ever before and she groaned around Connor's cock. I felt the hard object pressing into her through the thin wall that separated it from my finger.

"Whatever ye are doing, dinna stop. If she makes a sound like that again, I'll come," Connor growled.

I couldna help but grin, imagining the tight, hot feel of Rebecca's mouth around my cock.

"The plug's almost in, sweetheart. Relax. Good girl." The plug slipped in the remainder of the way, closing up around the tapered head. With it secure, I wasna done. It was time to fuck her with it, verra carefully, so she could know the pleasure found in arse play, in fucking, so that when she was ready, she'd be eager for it.

While Connor fucked her mouth, I pushed and pulled at the plug, stretching her wide, then closed, over and over. Her eyes slipped shut and she began to moan. Connor hissed out a breath. "I'm going to come, lass. Take it all. Yes, bloody hell, yes. Swallow it down."

Connor praised her as he came and I watched as her throat worked to swallow all of his seed.

Once spent, he pulled free, squatted down before her, and used his thumb to wipe away a spot of seed at the corner of her mouth. "Are ye ready, lass, to take both of us?"

Connor glanced up at me as I continued to play with her arse.

"She's ready," I said. "She likes it."

"Do ye?" Connor stroked Rebecca's hair from her face.

She nodded dreamily.

"Then tis time."

Aye, it was time to fully claim our bride.

CHAPTER TEN