Their Bridgewater Brides Boxed Set: Books 1 - 4

Chapter 7

7

ANN

Their emotions were like quicksilver. I could only shake my head. I wasn't as muzzy headed now and couldn't admit the truth.

"You want more, sweetheart?"

I couldn't respond. If I answered yes, they'd think me wanton. If I answered no, they'd surely stop.

"Yes, you do, and your husbands are going to give it to you," Andrew chided. "More of my mouth? My fingers sliding into your p***y? Our c***s?"

I moaned at the thought of being filled, but his one finger hadn't been enough. I wanted to feel their thick c***s inside me. Who would take me first?

"Tell us," Robert growled.

"Your… your cocks." The words flew from my mouth.

Before I could feel embarrassed, the room spun and I was placed on the small bed. Andrew settled back against the brass bed frame and pulled me into him. I settled between his legs with my back against his front. I was remarkably comfortable, but when he hooked his feet around my ankles and spread them wide, I couldn't close my legs. I knew they could see all of me, especially Robert, who loomed over me, big and virile and, by the look in his dark eyes, as needy as me.

He settled between my spread thighs, his fingers stroking over my slick folds, just as Andrew had. His blunt fingers weren't quite as gentle, but I liked it. "We'll shave this bare, Ann, so you can feel everything."

I frowned. "Shave?"

Lowering his body, I felt his soft beard on my tender skin before he put his mouth on me. Insistent and very intent. While Andrew only put one finger inside me, Robert used two, for the way he stretched me open was so much more. I gasped at the feel of it, the way he worked them in and out, a little deeper each time. As he did this, he plied that sweet spot with his tongue.

"Don't come, sweetheart," Andrew said, his voice soft by my ear.

I pressed my head back into his shoulder. "What? Why?" I gasped.

"Your pleasure belongs to us. Your body belongs to us. We know what you need. It's our job to give it to you."

Robert lifted his head and I saw how wet his beard was and I knew that was from me. "I want you to come all over my c**k. You're going to milk my seed from me and take it deep."

"Oh God," I moaned.

I felt more than heard Andrew's chuckle. "It seems, Robert, that we have a very naughty wife. She likes it when you say such dirty things to her."

I watched as Robert shifted into position and took hold of his c**k and lined it up with my untried entrance. From my reclined position, I could see as it disappeared into my body, inch by slow inch. The broad head stretched me wide, nudged in insistently. More and more. I held my breath and tried to shift my hips at his invasion—he felt so big!—but he held me down. "You'll take me, you'll take all of me and love it."

Yes, yes I would. When he pierced my maidenhead and pushed all the way in, my eyes flew open and I tensed. "Robert!" I cried, trying to get away. I pushed at his shoulders, at his slick torso, but he was too big to budge. He was so deep, so thick, so… consuming.

"Shh," Andrew crooned. "You must contain your pleasure so no one else on the ship hears. Look down, sweetheart. Look at the way your p***y is filled with Robert's c**k. You took all of him. Such a good girl. I bet you feel so full of c**k that you can't stand it. No more pain. Only pleasure."

Robert's face was a hard mask of concentration, of patience, of leashed need. He watched me closely and waited for a sign that I was all right. I nodded my head once and that was all he needed, for he slowly pulled back and pushed deep again. I gasped. Robert groaned.

"She's so tight. So f*****g tight she's strangling my cock."

"I can't wait for my turn," Andrew added.

I gripped the tops of Andrew's thighs, the hair there coarse against my palms as Robert began to f**k me in earnest. His strokes were even, the pace slow, and he watched me for signs of what I might like. When he slid over some very sensitive spot and my eyes widened, he stilled, then tried it again.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. "Like that?" He did it again and I arched my hips off the bed.

"Let's see what else you like."

Andrew's hands cupped my breasts and my n*****s tightened when he ran his thumbs back and forth over them. It was when he pinched them, at first gently, then more forcefully between his fingers that the pain from it had me gasping. I shook my head and winced at the sharpness of it, but he wouldn't relent. It took a few seconds, but it morphed, the heat of it, into intense pleasure. Robert didn't stop and I came, brilliantly and hotly, colors dancing behind my eyelids. When I finally slumped back against Andrew, I was sweaty and replete, and I realized Andrew's hand covered my mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart, we can't have—"

A quick knock on the door before it opened had me stiffening, my eyes wide as a man entered Andrew's cabin.

He was just as big and broad as Andrew and Robert, but darker and he had an intense look about him. He looked ready to kill then, when he saw us, he grinned and quickly pushed the door shut behind him. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I came to see if you were joining us for dinner and I heard a woman scream."

"See, sweetheart, you can't be so loud when you come. At least not here on the ship."

I moaned then, but not in desire. I turned my face away from this visitor, for Robert still loomed over me, his c**k buried deep inside me, Andrew keeping my legs wide apart. His hands moved from my breasts to toss the edge of the blanket over my body in a simple attempt to cover me.

"Kane, this is our bride, Ann. It seems she likes a little pain with her fucking."

I gasped at Andrew's words.

"I can't hold back any longer," Robert said. "Pull up a chair and watch, or get the f**k out."

One dark brow winged up and the man grinned. "Yes, if my c**k was buried in that gorgeous p***y, I couldn't hold a conversation either."

My cheeks burned hotly.

"I'll tell the others that we won't be seeing you tonight. Congratulations." He offered a quick dip of his head and slipped out.

Robert began to f**k me then, his c**k even more insistent, but his thrusts less controlled.

"Did you like being watched, Ann?" Andrew asked. "Did you see the way his gaze took in your soft curves, the way he admired how you were pleasing your men?"

I shook my head against Andrew's shoulder.

"You would have let him watch?" I asked.

"You liked it. Your mind might be telling you otherwise, but I'm deep inside you. I can feel how wet you got when you knew a man was watching you get f****d. When you knew he could see your tight little n*****s, your p***y lips stretching around my c**k. Andrew may have wanted to shield you, but you can't hide."

I bit my lip to try and remain quiet because what Robert was saying was making me want to come all over again.

"She's squeezing my c**k," Robert replied, his breath ragged.

"You do like it," Andrew said, pleasure lacing his words.

"No. I didn't."

"As Robert said, your body doesn't lie, sweetheart. Do you want to come again?"

"Yes," I gasped.

Andrew's hand slipped down my body and his fingers began to play with that little bundle of nerves.

"s**t, I can't hold back when she grips me like that. Do it again, Ann, and I'll fill you right up."

Andrew pressed down on that spot and I came. Hard, but I pinched my lips together as I arched my back and let go. I heard Robert's growl, but my eyes were closed as I savored every bit of pleasure. I loved the feel of his c**k in me; coming was completely different when a man—or two—were involved.

I felt Robert's c**k pulse inside me as he held himself deep. It went on and on, a warmth filling me.

"f**k, that was incredible." Robert pulled out of me and I felt a gush follow in his wake.

His c**k was spent, but it wasn't any smaller than before, glistening now with a sheen of his seed and my arousal.

I looked up at him and saw how pleased he was, how sated he looked. His dark eyes met mine and I saw that I'd pleased him. Andrew's hand slipped lower and moved over my p***y. He was gentle about it, but my folds were swollen and tender.

"I love seeing your p***y coated in Robert's seed. It's my turn, sweetheart. My turn to fill you up and make you mine."

Robert took my hand and pulled me up. The men switched places so Andrew was at my front on his knees, Robert behind. Sitting back on his heels, Andrew tugged me down so I sat upon his thighs. "Ride me, sweetheart."

I looked at Andrew, his pale gaze filled with need.

"How?" I asked, unsure of what to do. His c**k, nestled between us, was red and angry colored, clear fluid seeping from the tip.

With his hands on my hips, he lifted and lowered me so that broad head of his c**k slipped inside. Robert's slick seed made it easy for me slide right down onto Andrew's c**k so that I sat directly on his thighs. My eyes widened at this new position, for his c**k was so big, so thick. He seemed to be inside me even deeper than Robert had been.

"Lift and lower. Use my c**k for your pleasure. I want to see what makes you hot."

Pushing up with my knees, I lifted off Andrew so just the tip of him stretched me open, then dropped back down. I cried out and Andrew groaned.

Robert's hands came to my waist as he nipped at my shoulder. "She's incredible, isn't she?" he asked.

"It's like she was made for us."

"Mmm," Robert replied. "Let's see."

I began to move then, letting my body take over, circling and lifting and lowering myself to find the most pleasure. Robert's hands stroked over my sides, my hips as Andrew's lifted to cup and play with my breasts.

I was close, so very close to coming, but I rode the edge. When Robert's finger slipped down over my bottom and touched me in the darkest of places, I stilled and called out his name.

"We're going to f**k you here, too." With the lightest pressure, he circled and circled and sparks of heat had me clenching down on Andrew's c**k.

"She likes it, Robert. Don't stop."

Robert chuckled at Andrew's words. "I'm not going to stop until she comes, and that will only be when my finger is deep in her ass."

I groaned as his finger slid forward to collect some of the seed and arousal coating my p***y and working it into my bottom.

"This isn't right," I whispered, but I couldn't help but begin to move again. I needed to have Andrew's c**k stroking over all the sensitive places deep inside me. I also liked the hot, dark feelings of Robert's finger pressing inward.

"That's it, you like it when you have something in your ass. Don't worry, we'll take care of that need. Let my finger in, Ann."

I couldn't refuse him. My body wouldn't let me, for it wanted that finger to stretch my bottom open and sink in. Why? I had absolutely no idea because it was dark and carnal and dirty and naughty, but I liked it.

"It's… oh, Robert. Oh," I gasped as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle and slipped in. He began to f**k my ass with just the tip of his finger in a rhythm that matched how I was f*****g Andrew's c**k. "Oh, I like it. Please, I need—"

Putting my hands on Andrew's shoulders, I met his gaze as I used him, used his c**k for my own pleasure.

"Good girl," he crooned. "Let Robert finger f**k your ass. Come as many times as you want."

He pulled on my n*****s then as Robert pushed even deeper inside my back entrance. He was gentle about it, but I was desperate to come.

Between the rough tug on my n*****s, the thick c**k in my p***y, and the sharp sensations Robert's finger brought about, I came. I couldn't hold it back. Nothing was going to stop it.

Robert's hand came around and clamped over my mouth and I breathed deeply through my nose, writhing in between them. I was doubly impaled and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.

When I calmed, Robert removed his hand. "Imagine what it will be like when that's my c**k, not my finger. Again."

His word was a command, dark and roughly given and I did as he bid, riding both men again. Andrew took hold of my hips and began to move me to find his own pleasure as Robert continued his plundering in my rear.

"So good, sweetheart. You're so naughty and perfect. Our wife. We're going to teach you every dark and dirty thing we want you to do and you're going to love it."

"Yes," I replied, for Andrew's words were true. I loved it. I loved every naughty thing.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he came with a rough growl. I knew now that the hot spurts I felt was his seed erupting from his c**k, filling me. Robert thrust deep at the same time, never having been filled so much before. The orgasm couldn't be denied and I came one final time, drenched in the feel of it, the scent of it, the sight of being surrounded by two men.

I slumped then and the two men took care of me. Gentle hands lifted me and placed me on the cool sheets. A hand stroked the hair back from my face—when it fell from the pins I had no idea. Another hand nudged my thighs apart to wipe a wet cloth against my tender, drenched flesh. A body slipped in behind me and pulled me against his warm back. The other settled in front of me, a soft kiss settling on my forehead. All this happened with my eyes closed, trusting in the two men who'd vowed to do so many things for me. I just had to hope that they spoke the truth, that they could stand up to my father and his wrath, which I knew was yet to come.