Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

"Yer skin, tis like silk."

My eyes slipped closed as they continued to praise me, to tell me how much they loved my body, how I made them feel. Apprehension washed away as I realized they were pleased with me, that they wanted me to desire them. I felt the fabric snag on their work-worn hands as they ran them over the bare skin of my thighs. Their palms were hot and as they changed path back up to my hip again, pushing my chemise up so they were cupping my bottom.

"No," I whispered when they both pulled away, not because I wanted them to stop, but because I wanted them to continue. My eyelids fluttered open and I saw new looks on their faces. Gone were the almost tender expressions, replaced now by tight jaws, parted lips, and heavy lidded eyes that looked at me as if I were dinner. Based on the way they'd been nibbling and sucking on my flesh, perhaps I was.

Connor moved to stand behind me and took hold of my wrists, lifting my arms above my head. Dash slid his hands up the side of my ribs, raising the chemise all the way until Connor could grab it from him and pull it up over my head and toss it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Dash froze, his eyes intent upon my body. "Holy hell, woman, ye are stunning."

"Her ass is perfect," Connor said as he lowered his head and kissed my shoulder.

I didn't have a moment to feel awkward, for their hands began to run over my skin. Hips to belly to thighs to breasts, Dash's hands roved. Connor's cupped my bottom, stroked over my back as he kissed and licked along my shoulder to nip at the juncture with my neck.

It was as if my body had been asleep and they were awakening it. My skin tingled all over, warmed beneath their rough hands. My nipples were distended and red from their attentions. Somehow, between my thighs, I was slick and almost swollen, as if my flesh there was preparing for their...for their cocks. What had been preposterous only a few minutes ago now seemed to be something I needed.

They were murmuring to each other, as if reveling in my body as much as I was savoring their touches.

She has delectable curves. Her breasts, they overflow my palms. Her arse is round and perfect for fucking. Her pussy's glistening. I can smell her arousal. She tastes so sweet. I wonder if the rest of her is as sweet. She has a glorious thatch of hair on her pussy, but it will have to go. I want to see that perfect pearl all hard and eager for us.

My head fell back against Connor's shoulder as they continued to learn me. I was lost, completely lost in their voices and their hands upon me so when Dash said, "Touch yer pussy, sweetheart," it took me a moment for his words to make sense.

I opened my eyes and glanced down at him. He'd stopped touching me, his hands resting on the arms of his comfortable chair, but my skin still felt tingly and warm. His cock was still erect and pointed straight at me.

"Touch my...?"

Connor took hold of my wrist and brought it around in front of me so that my fingers brushed against my womanhood. "This is yer pussy, lass. Dash wants you to touch it. Run yer fingers over those pink lips and find your clit. I bet it's nice and hard. Show us what ye like."

Dash's gaze held mine. While Connor spoke, I knew it was what Dash wanted.

"I...I shouldn't."

"Ye can," Dash countered.

"But—" I began, ready to explain why I couldn't touch myself in such a way. It was forbidden!

"Either touch yer pussy or we will."

He wasn't offering much of a choice, but I decided having my own hands there would be better than either of the men's. Slowly, I stroked my fingers over myself.

"There's...there's something wrong," I admitted as I felt my folds of woman's flesh warm and quite slick. It had never been like this before.

Connor moved around me, and then squatted down. "Something's wrong with yer pussy? Let me see."

I tried to take a step back, but he was quick. His arm was about my waist and his other hand was between my thighs before I could even blink. "If there is something wrong with ye, we need to know."

I squirmed in his hold, completely unused to my hand there, let alone a man's.

His touch, though, was gentle and almost hot. My flesh there heated on contact with the tips of his fingers and I felt even slicker that before. I couldn't help the breath that hissed through my teeth.

His fingers slipped over the hair that protected my womanhood, then over the plump folds before parting them. There, he brushed against a place that had me crying out and my eyes flying open. "What was that?" I gasped.

Connor grinned.

"That is yer little clit." That was all the answer he provided and didn't touch that place, that glorious place that sent a flood of pleasure through my body again. Instead, one blunt finger circled my entrance but did not dip inside.

"I find nothing wrong." He pulled his hand away and my hips shifted forward as if to follow him. "Why do ye think there's something amiss with such a perfect pussy?"

I couldn't look at either man's questioning gaze.