Their Christmas Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 5)

Before my eyes, the men stripped. Unlike me, they were clearly unconcerned about modesty. Even now, I desperately wanted to cover my breasts and my...pussy. When they stood before me completely naked—their broad shoulders, chiseled stomach, narrow hips and long, muscular legs revealed—my mouth fell open and I stared. Blatantly. Neither man hid any part of himself, but that would have been impossible, for their manhoods stood thick and long and outward.

"By the look on your face, I can only assume you've never seen a cock before," Quinn said as he gripped his...cock at the base and started sliding up and down the length. It was a reddish plum color and there was a broad, club-like head to it. As his hand stroked up to cover it, a drop of clear liquid seeped from the hole at the center. He smeared it over the smooth flesh as he continued to pump his hand.

I'd never even seen a man without a shirt, so their brawny physiques were awe inspiring. But their cocks...oh!

When Porter did the same with his own cock, gripping the length of it and working it, I noticed his jaw clench and his heavy lidded eyes drift over my body. Both men were clearly, blatantly aroused, and I realized it was my body that made them that way. It made me feel powerful and very feminine. I hadn't imagined I could attract the attention of even one man, but I'd obviously been wrong.

"Angel, seeing your body, touching you— hell, the taste of you is still on my tongue—has us so hard we could pound nails with our cocks." Porter spoke as he stroked his cock.

"There's no shame in showing us how you pleasure yourself," Quinn added. He indicated in my direction with a tilt of his chin. "Please."

It wasn't begging, but it was fairly close. Had I reduced these men to consider only their most basic needs? Yes.

I climbed onto the lumpy mattress and laid back on Quinn's coat, for I truly did want to please them. As the men avidly watched, I bent my knees and spread my legs. I felt the lips of my sex part. The air, while warm, was cool against my heated and slick flesh. A sound rumbled out of Quinn's chest. "Touch yourself, Allison. I won't be able to wait much longer."

I lowered my hand down my body, over the slight curve of my belly, through the silky hair and over that spot, that little nubbin of nerves that had my heels pressing into the soft wool of Quinn's coat. My lids lowered.

"Keep your eyes on Quinn, angel," Porter said as he came over to my side and squatted down. Before I knew what he was doing, he'd lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth and the feel of it shot straight down to the spot beneath my fingers. I gasped at the shock of it. I'd never played with my breasts, never knew my nipples were sensitive, or even that a man would want to put his mouth there. With Porter's tongue circling and flicking the now hardened tip, I would not question it again.

"Rub your clit," Quinn commanded, stepping closer but continuing to stroke his cock. I flattened my fingers over my clit—I'd never known what it was called before—in small circles and the pleasure only intensified. For some reason, the nipple not in Porter's mouth became achy and desperate for his touch. Perhaps the man was a mind reader, for he covered that breast with his roughened palm and stroked it to give it the attention it desperately wanted.

"Yes!" I cried, having no idea how much better it would be.

Porter nudged my hand away with a growl. "Enough. I can't wait any longer. Two years is too long to wait to make you ours." Swiftly, he moved so that one knee was between my spread thighs, the other foot on the floor as he lowered himself to his forearms he placed on either side of my head. The cot was narrow, but it was enough.

I felt the wide crest of his cock nudge my inner thigh and then higher, sliding through my wetness. "You're so big, Porter. I don't think...will it fit?"

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark and stormy and his jaw was clenched tightly. "I'll fit. It might hurt this very first time because of your maidenhead, but never again. Only pleasure."

I glanced over Porter's shoulder at Quinn. He nodded in agreement.

Reaching down, Porter took hold of his cock and lined himself up, notching the tip of his cock at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward and I felt my folds spread around his cock, then he was working his way inside of me a little at a time. Wider and wider I opened and I winced at the slight burn at being stretched. When he nudged against my maidenhead I winced again, but he didn't give me time to consider the level of pain his entry would involve, for he plunged deep on a groan, filling me to the brink. His hips pinned mine to the mattress and I couldn't move even if I wished. The pain had been brief, but it was gone.

His cock was so deep inside of me I didn't know where he stopped and I began. My breath came out in little pants, hot against the skin of his neck. Porter stroked my hair back from my face—when had it come loose?—and looked at me with concerned eyes. "All right?"

I was all right, but that wasn't enough. "This is it?" I asked.

His grin blinded me. "We've only begun." His cock slowly retreated and places inside me came to life with a burst of pleasure so intense I arched my back.

"Jesus, she's so tight. She's clenching down so hard."

I heard Quinn's growl. "I can't wait for my turn."

Porter began to move within me, in and out, pulling back to the point where just the petals of my sex held him in place, then back in so he bumped my womb. I couldn't lay still; I found a rhythm where my hips moved to take him deeper, and when he did so, he somehow grazed against my clit. The combination had my head thrashing on Quinn's coat and I couldn't catch my breath. I'd come before, many times, but never, never like this. "I'm going to come!" I cried, just before I screamed. I couldn't help it, for the release was too great to hold back. My body tensed and I could do nothing but relish the way Porter worked me, his cock stroking places deep inside, over and over, that had my pleasure continuing unabated. Even though the men had said I wasn't to touch myself alone anymore, why would I want to when this was the alternative?

As I was slowly returning to myself, I could actually feel Porter's cock thickening within me just before he groaned and buried himself in me to the hilt. I felt hot spurts deep inside and knew he'd had his own release. His hot breath fanned my neck. I'd reduced this man to need and need alone.

When he lifted himself from me, I realized that our bellies were slick with sweat, our skin almost clinging together. Carefully, he pulled from my body and I could feel a torrent of wetness seep from me. It was nothing like when I'd played with myself alone so I reached down and touched between my legs, worried.

It was hot and thick and coated my pussy and my inner thighs. "My seed,

angel," Porter answered for me. "I've given you my seed."

"My turn," Quinn growled.

Porter scooped me up into his arms as Quinn sat down on the bed, his back against the wall, his feet on the floor. Lowering me down, Porter set me so that my knees straddled Quinn's legs with his turgid cock directly below me. He didn't give me a chance to question this new position, for one hand circled about my waist as he pulled me close for his mouth to circle over a nipple. He wasn't as gentle as Porter, his suckling on the tight flesh more urgent, more intense. His hold was the same way, as if he'd been holding on by a thread for so long and it had snapped.

"Ride me, Allison,” Quinn said. “Lower yourself down onto my cock," he added when I frowned. With one hand, he held the base of his cock as I bent my knees and lowered myself slowly until the flared head nudged my sex. I was very slick, coated with a combination of Porter's seed and my essence, so his entry was very easy. There was no pain as there had been with Porter and this angle was so much more direct and he filled me to the brink, and then some.