Chapter 6
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ANN
The walls of the small cabin seemed to close in as they began unbuttoning their uniform jackets. The compartment was smaller than what was on the first-class floor, but even that room would have seemed small with two large men and the knowledge that they would both soon be naked. While they didn't mean to loom, they could hardly do anything else.
"While you were getting the captain, I told Ann that we would have everything from her," Andrew said, shrugging the jacket off his shoulders.
Robert stroked a hand over his beard and I wondered if it was silky soft or prickly. "Do you know what everything means?" he asked, looking to me. His dark eyes held such heat, the same heat from when he watched me as he'd stroked himself.
I glanced at Andrew as I bit my lip. "You're not going to make me say it, are you?"
"Yes, Ann. I am." Robert crossed his arms over his chest, still in full uniform. The stark white of Andrew's shirt did not hide his muscled physique one bit. Neither man seemed to mind waiting for my words and in that moment, I hated their ability to be so patient.
I sighed. "Very well. Andrew called it… fucking." I whispered the last, but I had done it.
"Good girl," Robert said. Somehow, those two words, the same words Andrew had said earlier, made me feel good. I'd pleased him, and by the look on Andrew's face, him as well.
"We have to do this… this right now? It's, oh, it's happening so fast." I gripped my dress, the silky fabric cool beneath my fingers.
Instead of answering my question, Robert asked one of his own. "Did you like seeing me naked?"
My cheeks heated and I looked up at Andrew through my lashes.
"Tell him what you told me, sweetheart, or you will get a spanking."
"A spanking?" I said, my voice now quite loud. "I'm not a child!"
Both men eyed me in a way that made me feel like anything but a child.
"I have a strong suspicion you would like it very much. It would not be much of a punishment," Andrew said. He began undoing the buttons of his shirt as Robert toed off one shoe, then the other.
"Very well, yes. I enjoyed watching you."
Robert grinned as he hung his jacket on a hook on the wall. "You're wet then."
"Wet?" I asked, then pinched my lips together. I knew what he meant a second after I spoke. Oh God, there was a term for it when my womanhood became damp?
The men delayed no longer. They were stripped bare within a matter of seconds. Both men stood before me, unabashedly naked. I couldn't do anything but stare at their bodies, at the differences between them, and they didn't seem to mind at all. Perhaps their patient demeanors were worthy after all.
Where Robert was dark, Andrew was light. While muscular, he was leaner than Robert and only a touch shorter. He didn't have much hair on his chest, but the line from his navel down was wheat colored and the thatch that circled his… c**k was the same color. It was their c***s though, that I ogled. As Robert's had been the first I'd ever seen, I had to wonder if it was indecently large. Seeing his beside Andrew's, I knew that they both were indecently large.
I clenched my inner walls at the possibility of them going inside me. Surely they wouldn't fit. There was no way.
"You've had your turn to look your fill. Now it's our turn. Take off your dress." Robert's voice, while quiet, was very commanding.
"I can't… I can't just disrobe," I countered. "I barely know you!"
"I'm your husband," Andrew replied. "You know more about us now than most, sweetheart. We stand here before you, hiding nothing. We're yours."
"I'm your husband," Robert added. "Everything we have, is yours."
"I don't think everything is going to fit."
My words made them laugh and I flushed hotly with embarrassment. Robert came around to stand behind me and placed his hands gently on my hips. Lowering his head, he kissed the side of my neck, then higher and higher still until he was murmuring in my ear. "Everything is going to fit just fine. To reassure you, we won't f**k you until you beg."
I stilled, thinking about that. "All… all right."
"Good, now I think I would like to kiss my bride." As he spoke, he turned my head so that his lips met mine. It was a gentle, light kiss, a mere brushing of lips. But that lasted for just a moment as he pressed more firmly, learning the feel and shape of my mouth. It was when I gasped in sweet surprise at the feel of it that he slipped his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, he pulled me back and I felt every long, hard inch of him against my back.
I was lost in this kiss. While Andrew had given me a simple, chaste kiss in front of the captain, this was anything but. I sank into it, as if the boat were filling with water beneath me. My body came awake with the same awareness, the same need as when I looked at him, water dripping down every hard inch of his body, when he'd stood from the tub. My skin heated, my womanhood swelled and ached, my n*****s hardened.
I didn't realize that Andrew had dropped to his knees before me until I felt cool air on my legs and his hands on my knees making me step wider. I broke the kiss with Robert when I felt Andrew press one against my inner thigh. I looked down and Robert had the hem of my dress bunched up in his hands at my hips. Andrew glanced up at me. Two fingers tugged at the string on my linen drawers.
"These, sweetheart, are not allowed."
I frowned. "My drawers?"
He nodded. Robert was nibbling at the side of my neck again and I couldn't help but tilt my head for him. I was overwhelmed in sensation and I couldn't make sense of anything. The boat hadn't swayed or rocked the entire time we were at sea, but now, I couldn't get my balance.
"They're lovely." The string loosened and the garment slid down my legs to pool over my feet. I moved my hands to cover myself, but Andrew blocked me. "This, though," he kissed right over my soft hair there. "This is so much lovelier."
I gasped at the feel of his lips there.
"Andrew, what… what are you doing?"
He looked up at me, his pale eyes dark and stormy. "I've been thinking about burying my face in this sweet p***y all week."
The conversation was over, for he put his mouth on me then. I had no idea a man would do that. He wasn't done though, for his hand slid up the sensitive inside of my thigh and touched me, right on my secret place. It was feather light, a mere stroke of his fingertip and I startled, then melted into Robert's hold.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just feel," Robert whispered, then licked the shell of my ear. "Let us learn your body, what you like, what makes you hot, what makes you wet. I bet you taste so good."
"Mmm." Andrew's sound vibrated across my tender flesh. "Like sweet ripe peaches."
Robert groaned then against my ear. "You'll come for us."
With a finger on my chin, he turned my head and kissed me as Andrew kissed me much lower. Their lips were firm and yet gentle, insistent, yet patient. I was the frantic one, my hands finding Andrew's head and tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Touching myself late at night, I knew what it felt like to 'come' as Robert called it, but it had never been like this. It was hot and consuming and breathtaking and scary and exhilarating. My body was not my own. I had no control. The insistent flick of Andrew's tongue, then some kind of swirling or curve had me gasping into Robert's kiss. It was the one finger he slipped inside me and curled just right that had me scream. Robert pulled back and my cries of pleasure filled the room. His hands tightened on my hips, keeping me upright. I clenched down on Andrew's one finger, eager to pull it in deeper.
I needed more. I wanted more. "Please," I begged, as I tried to catch my breath. What were they doing to me? I barely knew them—no, I really didn't know them at all—but they certainly knew me. They knew where to touch, what to say, how to make me come alive. I shouldn't feel like this for two strangers. Two! But I did, and there was no chance they were going to let me think otherwise.
They'd been honorable, only Andrew had touched my hand before we were legally married. Now, now that I belonged to Andrew, I'd first expected that he'd throw me down on the bed, toss up my skirts and rut into me. That was what husbands did, wasn't it? I'd assumed a husband would take what he wanted then leave me in peace. Only then would I be able to find my own pleasure with my own hand.
Andrew and Robert did not follow this at all, for I felt their hard c***s brushing against me, pressing into me and they were doing nothing about their own needs. They were seeing to me.
Just as they'd said, they were cherishing me and most certainly possessing me.
Andrew stood and I watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing the glistening wetness was from me. Undoing the buttons down the front of my dress, he asked, "Please, what?"
I shifted my hips, back into Robert, which only pressed his hard length into my back, then forward, where there wasn't anyone. My body wanted Andrew's mouth on me again, or something else. "I need… I need more."
Robert parted the loosened fabric and slid it down my arms, then pushed the dress over my hips so it joined my drawers on the floor. They made quick work of the remainder of my clothes until I was just as bare as they were. With Robert pressed against my back I was anything but cold.
Andrew stilled. "What's this?" He lifted my hand up so Robert could see.
Bruises.
"Who did this to you?" Andrew asked.
I bit my lip when I saw his stormy gaze. He looked ready to kill.
"Who, Ann?" Robert asked.
"You said you wouldn't beat me," I whispered, my voice rough with unshed tears.
Andrew's eyes widened, then he sighed. "Sweetheart, we won't hurt you. Ever. I'm sorry I scared you, but I want to give whomever did this to you, shall we say, a dose of his own medicine?"
"My father," I admitted.
Andrew lifted my bruised wrist to his mouth, kissed the inside of it where my pulse beat.
"He will never lay a hand on you again."
With that, he grinned. "Now then, I believe I just licked your p***y and you were begging for more."
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