She whimpered, but knew that for Simon's large size, he would be gentle with her. The pain and pleasure mix of ass play had me sucking on Olivia's clit with more vigor and dipping a finger into her pussy. After last night I had a good idea of how to get her to come and I wanted to do that while Simon's finger was in her ass. I only wanted ass play to be associated with pleasure, right from the very first breaching.
"Cross is going to make ye come, lass. Take a deep breath now, and let it out. Such a good lass," he soothed as she groaned, a mixture of new feelings, being filled in the ass and pleasure of having her clit and pussy worked. "Be verra quiet so no one hears ye being pleased by your men."
When the fingers of her free hand tangled in my hair I knew she was about to come. I could feel her inner walls clenching down on the tip of my finger.
"Now, lass. Come for us now."
She did, right on command, her body dripping its pleasure onto my fingers as she bit her lip to stifle her cry, her body convulsing with her release.
"She's gripping my cock so tightly," Rhys said just before he groaned and I knew he'd found his pleasure as well.
I sat back on my haunches and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth as I looked up at Olivia. Her eyes were closed, her skin flushed, her mouth open and breathing heavily. Simon was still gently moving his finger within her ass until the last bits of her pleasure waned. When she opened her eyes, he stepped away and her dress fell back to the floor.
"That's why we didn't come to you, but instead of just playing, we would have taken you, taken your virginity, and when we do, we don't plan to let you up," I told her. Her pale eyes looked down at me, foggy with her arousal and quite pleased with herself.
"For days," Rhys added as he buttoned up his pants.
OLIVIA
On our ride to the Bridgewater ranch, I didn't raise the topic of my angry outburst from the morning, for if I did, they might want to talk about the things we did directly after. While I now understood their reasons for leaving me alone in the guest room, I hadn't at the time. Fortunately, their tempers were such that they took the reasoning for my ire into account and hadn't yelled or even argued.
Twenty minutes alone in the stable with the trio had me learning there was more to having them take my virginity than I first imagined. It wasn't fumbling beneath the sheets in the dark.
When, to my complete surprise, Cross had opened up the front of his pants and pulled his...his cock out, I had no idea one could be so large. I assumed they were much smaller, for
the idea of him fitting within me was preposterous. Then I saw Cross' cock and it was even thicker and at that point, besides being pleasantly distracted, I didn't want to consider it, or the size of Rhys' even further. They'd said they'd wait until we were at the ranch to do more—more of exactly what I couldn't be sure—so I had a reprieve until then.
Reprieve or not, that hadn't kept them from putting their fingers in my bottom, at least only two of them did, and that had been enough. I'd had no idea that was something done between married people; no whispering I'd heard by the younger married ladies had ever mentioned such attentions. It had felt...odd, and when Rhys had first pushed into me, it had burned a bit. But when he began moving very slowly in and out, like Cross' finger had been in my woman's core, it had been completely different. The intensity of the feelings—the pleasure there—was absolutely overwhelming. When Cross had licked me on that special spot between my legs, I'd come and come hard. It was as if each time they took me over that brink it was better and better.
I knew men felt pleasure as well, for why else would there be brothels in every town, sometimes more than one? The look on their each of their faces as they came was...powerful, for I knew my hand sliding up and down each of their thick shafts had been what did it. I'd caught on quickly after Cross had showed me how, and the smooth, hot, hard feel of each of them was impressive. Unfortunately, none of the men gave me much time to focus on them, for they'd very thoroughly taken care of me. When it was three against one, I was always going to be overwhelmed.
For the duration of the ride to Bridgewater I sat on one man's lap, then another, as it seemed they wished to take turns holding me. I was too sated from their attentions to truly argue, and perhaps this had been their strategy – to pleasure me so I wouldn't argue. I didn't comment on being shared, as I was quickly learning they were very possessive men and while they worked together as a team, they were individuals and needed their own time with me.
"Is that the stud horse you spoke about at the dance?" I asked, looking at the animal that was being led behind us. After our last break, Cross had climbed onto his animal and took my hand and lifted me up onto his lap. "Why can't I ride him?"
"It is, but while broken, he's new to us and we don't want to risk anyone getting hurt. Don't you like riding with your men?" he asked, running his chin over the top of my head.
I did, actually, enjoy being held. "It is new to me to sit with a man. Well, to do anything really with a man. Not only is it unseemly to do so before now, I was quite independent." The past tense disturbed me, for now that I was married, would I have the same liberties as I had when I lived with my uncle? I hadn't gallivanted all over Helena as my days were structured with social and charitable functions as well as playing hostess for my uncle—
"Oh," I said.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I just realized that my uncle did so much...presentation to keep me from knowing about his relationship with the Tannenbaums."
"How so?"
The horse's plodding gait had me shifting into Cross' body. While I wore a bonnet on my head, his large body shielded me quite well from the sun.
"He had dinner parties and could have done it with Belinda as hostess in my stead. He kept his house just for me. We didn't sit with the Tannenbaums at church and I know Uncle Allen didn't see them all the time, probably not as frequently as he'd liked. He sacrificed so much for me."
I felt Cross shake his head. "He didn't do it only for you. Do you think your friends and the other church members would approve of him sharing a wife with Roger?"
"No. Am I going to live solely with Simon then to keep up appearances?"
"Nay, lass," Simon said, bringing his horse up so he rode along side us on one side, Rhys moved into position on the other. "At Bridgewater having several men care for one wife is the norm."
I glanced at him, so dark and handsome, his whiskers coming in quickly and black hair now covered his jaw. His hat was low on his head and he rode a horse easily. While he was at ease, I could see his eyes scan the horizon for any hidden threats. Rhys seemed to be the one who was studious and bookish. Cross was more lighthearted, while Simon was the serious one, although the attraction was not any less for it, the intensity of his gaze upon me just as hot.