Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

REBECCA

I barely remembered the ride back to the house. I'd come when Dash was fucking me—yes, it was fucking and it was incredible—and then brought me to the brink of it as he played with the plug in my bottom. The arousal only intensified as I brought Connor to climax with my mouth. I'd watched as he'd given over to his baser needs, as he began to shift his hips and fuck into my mouth. It was a heady experience, watching him succumb and knowing I had that kind of power over him. When he'd spilled his seed in my mouth, I'd eagerly swallowed it, the taste of it only making me more desperate to come again.

It was not to be, for the men carried me through the house and put me on Connor's lap for the ride to the house with the plug still filling me. I clenched down on it over and over, but the combination of feeling so full there, and yet empty deep in my pussy, had me aching with the need for their cocks.

I needed them.

Dash took me from Connor's lap and carried me directly upstairs and into his bedroom. I worked the buttons of my dress free as we went. "Eager?" Dash asked.

I couldn't help but smile and feel shy, but not enough to stop. "I'm wearing too many clothes," I admitted.

Connor came in right after I said this.

"We've created a vixen," Dash told him, working the laces free of my corset. "A cock-hungry vixen who needs what, sweetheart?"

I should have been shocked by his crude words,

but I wasn't. "Needs my husbands to fuck me."

Both men waited for me to continue. "Together, if you think I'm ready." I lifted my chemise over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.

The men took a moment to just look at me, their gazes raking over my breasts, my thighs, my pussy and in that moment I felt beautiful.

"Put yer hands on the bed and show us yer arse, lass. Let's see how well ye take that plug."

I didna wait; in fact, I turned and did as Connor bid with eagerness. I could feel the plug in my bottom—it was too big to forget about it. It was quite large and it filled me more deeply and was broader as well. The men's cocks were large, very large, and I knew to be able to accommodate one I'd need to be stretched more and more, but was this enough? Could I handle a cock?

One man stood behind me, his hand stroking over my bottom and down my thigh. I couldn't see who it was, nor could I tell by the hand alone. It didn't matter though, because I thought of their touches as one. They were my husbands and their hands on me were the same. Connor or Dash, they were mine and they could touch me, play with me, even use my body as they saw fit. They had earlier in Olivia's house and I reveled in it.

Dash came to stand beside me and cupped my breasts. "I love yer breasts, sweetheart. So big, so perfectly responsive."

I couldn't agree with him more, for as his fingers worked my nipples, I shifted my hips. Connor worked the plug from me and I exhaled, feeling very empty. He didn't keep me that way for long, but worked the plug back in, then out, again and again. The smooth wood was working the tender tissues just inside my bottom, and my arousal flared back to life. It was a different sensation than having their fingers deep inside my pussy, or fucking me with their cocks. In my bottom, it was more intense, a jangly, dark pleasure that made my skin mist with sweat and my breath sough from my lungs.

"How do ye feel, lass?" Connor asked.

"Treasured," I moaned. The men's hands paused at their ministrations for a brief moment, and then began again.

"Aye, tis true. Ye are treasured," Dash murmured.

Connor removed the plug again, tossing it onto the bed. Dash handed him the jar of ointment left on the bedside table and within moments, I felt his slick thumb circling and stretching me. Round and round he moved, then dipped in, retreated, as if he were fucking me.

"Does that hurt, lass?" Connor asked.

With Dash plucking and tugging at my nipples and Connor's thumb working my bottom, hurt was not what I was feeling. I shook my head against the quilt. "No," I breathed. "It...it feels so good, but empty."

Dash stepped back and I turned my head to watch as he toed off his shoes then stripped off his clothes. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock when it sprung free from the confines of his pants. It was long and thick and I knew it would be hot and hard as rock if I took it in my mouth. He moved to lay beside me on the bed and Connor slipped his thumb from me.

"Crawl up here, sweetheart, and straddle me," Dash instructed.

I didn't have to be told twice. I put one knee up on the bed, then the other and worked my way up to him. Dash's eyes focused on the movement and sway of my breasts as I went. I could feel the tips were tight and furled, and they ached to be sucked. Everything about me ached with need.

I came up on my knees on either side of his hips. Dash grasped his cock at the base and I lowered myself to line the blunt crown up with my slick opening. With one hand on my hip, he held me in place. I looked into his eyes and begged. "Please, Dash. Please fuck me."

His eyes were so dark and lust filled. "Ah, sweetheart. Those are the words I told ye would spill from yer lips. Ye are mine."

"And mine," Connor said, beside me. He'd stripped off his clothes as well and his cock was just at my height. I could see the glistening fluid at the tip. He dipped his fingers into the jar of lubricant before setting it back on the table, and then liberally coated his cock with the slick ointment.

"I didn't believe it," I admitted. "I didn't think it was possible to feel like this, not just for one husband, but for two. I don't want to be like I was anymore. You said prickly as a cactus." I shook my head. "I don't want to be like that. Please." I begged the last as I circled my hips, coating the tip of his cock with my arousal.