by Vanessa Vale
“May I kiss you?” I asked.
She startled when Seth’s hands curved around her waist from behind, accentuating how trim she was.
“Are you going to ask questions the entire time?” she countered.
I arched a brow and I couldn’t help but smile. “What do you wish me to do? We are at your command.”
It was her turn to smile. “I highly doubt that. You two seem like men who like to have their ways.”
Seth leaned down and nuzzled her neck. His lips barely touched her skin and her eyes fell closed. “Would you like us to have our way with you?” he murmured.
“Mmm,” she replied.
“We need a yes, sweetheart,” I said, giving her fingers a little squeeze, trying to gain her attention. If she was so lost from just Seth touching her neck, then she would need us to guide her in this. She’d be mindless quickly enough.
Perfect.
When she didn’t reply right away, Seth nipped at her earlobe as he removed her hat.
Spurred to respond, she cried, “Yes!”
I couldn’t hold back after that, cupping her jaw and kissing her. I skipped the gentle brushing and coaxing and went right to a passion filled kiss. She gasped and I took advantage of that to go deeper. My tongue found hers and I kissed her as I would fuck her. Wild, untamed. Passionate.
I felt Seth’s knuckles bump against my chest a time or two as he worked the small buttons open on the front of her dress. When I felt him step back, I lifted my head. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and a shiny pink. Her collarbones and pale skin at the base of her neck were visible in the V of her open dress. I also caught a glimpse of the lacy edge of her shift that peeked out above the straight line of her corset.
Her eyes opened. Wide. Too wide as her hands came up to grip the sides of her dress.
I stepped back. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
She licked her lips, swallowed. Seth came around to stand beside me. “Oh…um. That was nice.”
“The kissing?” Seth asked.
She nodded.
“I didn’t even get a turn.” His tone was light and she offered a shaky smile in reply.
“You didn’t like the kiss?” I asked.
Her gaze flicked to mine and I watched her cheeks turn pink. “I did. Yes, um…very much.”
Seth cocked his head to the side. “What’s the matter?”
She spun, the hem of her dress whipping around to brush against my ankles.
“This is… I mean, I am—” From behind, we could see her take a deep breath, let it out. “I’m scared.”
I glanced at Seth. “Of us? We’ll never hurt you.”
“Never let anyone hurt you,” Seth added.
“I’m not scared of you,” she whispered.
Carefully, I placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly turned her around. She came willingly. When she looked up at Seth, then me, her eyes were wild and full of worry. If she wasn’t afraid of us, then—
“I’m afraid of what you make me feel.”
It was our turns to exhale. Seth grinned.
“Pretty overwhelming, isn’t it?”
The corner of her mouth tipped up. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
I was proud of her for admitting this truth. It was a heavy one, especially for a lady who most likely was raised to stifle most of her emotions, or at least not share them. She also wasn’t one to accept carnal invitations either, and I had to doubt she’d been bedded by anyone but her husband, and that had been a few years ago.
“Aroused?” Seth asked.
“That,” she admitted. “But I’ve just met you and I’m in a hotel room with my dress unbuttoned—”
“We can leave, if you wish,” I interrupted. If she was afraid, pushing her would only make it worse. She was going to be ours whether we fucked her tonight or not.
Her eyes widened in alarm and her hand came up as if to stop us. “No, it’s not that. I just wonder…do you feel it, too?”
“We told you we intend to make you our wife. Of course we feel it, too,” I offered, while Seth just nodded. “I must be one hell of a kisser.”
She blushed prettily, but she laughed. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“How about trying it with me?” Seth asked.
“He feels left out, sweetheart.”
She didn’t do anything, although it was obvious she was amused, for her shoulders dropped and the knuckles on her fingers were no longer white.
“While your buttons are undone, how about we undo ours?” Seth asked, although his hands were already working their way down his shirt, then tugging it from his pants.
Her eyes dropped and took in that wide strip of his chest and belly that was now visible. Fairly harmless and only slightly inappropriate and not too much to have her panic.
I kept my eyes on hers as I opened my own shirt, but I didn’t stop when the buttons were undone, but worked it off my arms and let it fall to the floor.
“Oh my,” she said, forgetting her modesty and her hands fell. So did her mouth.
My male ego was bolstered by the way she was ogling the two of us. Women had been pleased at the sight of us before, but knowing Maddie was so enthralled was all that mattered.
She pointed at me, swirled her finger in a circle, then pointed to Seth. “I had no idea men had hair on their chests.”
We both looked down at ourselves. I had a smattering of dark hair that tapered toward my navel, then a line that ran down to the base of my cock. I wasn’t what anyone would call hairy, but I also wasn’t a teenaged boy, like her dead husband, Orville, either.
“How old was your husband when you married?” Seth asked. He knew they’d only been married a few months—she’d said as much—and it was a better question to ask than when he’d died.
“Nineteen.”
Seth tugged his shirt off, held it balled in his hand. “I didn’t have any chest hair when I was that age.” He glanced down at himself, then at Maddie. Shrugged. “I only have a little now.”
His hair was sparse and fair.
He angled his head toward me. “Landon, though, I think he was born covered in hair.”
I ran my hand over my beard. I kept it short, but the raspy sound of it couldn’t be missed. “I’m not a bear,” I countered.
Maddie laughed. I loved that sound.
“No. No bear, but I liked the feel of your beard.”
I moved to the bed, sat on the side of it, the ropes holding the mattress creaked from my weight. We were just standing around with our shirts off. It was time to move things along. “You’ll like the feel of it other places, too. Remember, I said I was a thigh man.”
I winked and she flushed. Had she never had a man eat her pussy? If she hadn’t, that was changing tonight. My mouth watered just thinking about it.
Crooking my finger, I said, “Come here, sweetheart.”
“Absolutely not,” Seth countered. “Not until I get my kiss.”
“You’re like two little boys,” she chided, but stepped closer to Seth. Her earlier worries seemed to have lessened.
He hooked an arm about her waist and pulled her into him with firm command. A gasp escaped her lips. “No boys. We’re all men.”
He kissed her then, kissed her with a fervor greater than my own. I knew what she tasted like, knew how soft and plush her lips were. Knew what her breasts felt like pressed against me. That didn’t mean I wasn’t impatient for more.
When Seth lifted his head, he grinned. “Less bearlike?”
I grunted then.
“See?” he asked. “He sounds like one, too.”
Maddie giggled, put her fingers to her lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Seth asked.
“For helping me be a little less overwhelmed.”
“Don’t get all calm yet. We still have our pants on,” I said. To keep her from thinking too hard about that at the moment, I told her to do something simple, something a touch wicked, but
still kept her covered. “Take down your hair.”
Her eyes grew wide at my request, but she lifted her hands and pulled pin after pin from her neat bun until the thick coffee colored tresses hung wild and long down her back. Seth took the pins from her hand, absently placed them on the bedside table.
She glanced down at the front of Seth’s pants and couldn’t miss the obvious bulge.
“Oh my.”
Her breathy exclamation had me shifting on the bed to make my own cock more comfortable. That wouldn’t happen though, until it was buried deep inside of her.
Reaching out, I snagged her wrist and tugged her toward me until she stood between my parted knees. My hands settled on the backs of her thighs to hold her in place. Not that she was trying to move away. I’d caught her by surprise and she looked down at me with those wide, green eyes.
“Slide your dress off your arms,” I said.
She didn’t hesitate this time, and somewhat clumsily worked the emerald fabric from her shoulders and down her arms so the top half hung down from her waist. She wore a simple white corset and the curved neckline and straps of her shift showed above. A line of decadent cleavage couldn’t be missed, especially since it was right at the level of my eyes.
“I want to see more of you,” she admitted boldly.
I wasn’t modest, not one bit. If she wanted to see more, I wasn’t going to deny her. I undid my belt, lifted my hips and worked my pants off, toeing off one boot, then the other so I was bare.
“Oh my,” she said again. Her gaze had left my face and stared—none too blatantly—at my cock which I could feel pressing against my belly. Fluid seeped from the tip, slick and hot. “I’m… um, I’m not sure that’s going to fit.”
I couldn’t help but grin at that. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to compliment me now. I’ve already got my pants off.”
She wrinkled her brow in obvious confusion. Reaching up, I slid her dress over her flared hips, let it slide to the floor, settling around her ankles.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured, taking her in, every perfect inch of her.
“She smells like flowers,” Seth murmured, reaching around from behind and undoing the stays on her corset. The difference between his tanned, blunt fingers and her delicate underthings was striking.
She looked over her shoulder at Seth. “You’re very adept at this.”
He didn’t respond, for what could he say? We weren’t monks and now I realized all the times we’d been with other women were only practice for right now, for Maddie.
When the corset fell and hung from Seth’s hand, I watched as her breasts bounced slightly and I couldn’t miss seeing the darker color of her hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of her shift.
“Are you wet for us, sweetheart?” Seth asked.
Maddie turned sideways so she could see both of us, but stayed in the space between my knees. She bit her lip and I knew she was. She was as affected as we were.
I patted my bare thigh. “Put your foot up here. Let’s get your boots off.”
Turning her head, she glanced at me, then complied, one of her hands going to my shoulder for balance.
I undid the laces on her half boot, then worked it off, dropped it to the floor. I tugged at the little ribbon at the top of her stocking, slid it down her leg, my fingers stroking over her silky skin as I went. Behind her, Seth was stripping off his clothes. She lowered her foot to the ground, put the other one up. This time, when her boot and stocking were off, I held onto her ankle, kept her leg up and bent.
“Landon,” she breathed, tugging her foot and discovering she would not be able to put it down. Not until I was ready for her to do so.
Her shift had ridden up on her thigh, but I couldn’t see beneath. She had no idea how much of a temptress she was.
Seth moved to stand directly behind her, reaching around again, but this time to cup her breasts with only the thin shift as a barrier. She moaned, arched her back and pressed into his palms.
“See, sweetheart, I told you I was a breast man,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on them, feel them harden against my tongue.”
Her eyes slipped closed as he began to play, her head falling back on his shoulder.
My hand slid up her calf, over her knee to her pale thigh. Higher and higher I moved, her skin warm and silky soft, until the shift was bunched about her waist.
Now I could see her. The dark hair at the juncture of her thighs was sparse and didn’t hide the pink petals of her pussy. Nor did it hide that they were glistening. So were her thighs.
“She is wet,” I said, slipping one finger up along the inside of her thigh, catching the proof and then brushing over her slit.
At first, she seemed startled by my words, then cried out when I touched her. Seth’s hands on her breasts kept her in place as I continued to grip her ankle. “Shh,” I crooned, soothing her. It was intense and I didn’t want her afraid now. I only wanted her to feel.
“Let us play, sweetheart,” Seth murmured, tugging on her nipples through the shift.
“We’re going to make you come. Just like this.” Her eyes slowly opened when I took my finger away, slipped it in my mouth, licked it. Tasted her. “Sweet.”
Her eyes widened at what I’d done. It was dark and carnal, but I didn’t care. This was how it was going to always be between us. This was just the start.
“This isn’t what I thought. I mean, don’t you…you know.”
Her cheeks were flushed now and not from embarrassment.
“Fuck you? We will, but not until later.”
I gently cupped her pussy, felt how wet she was, how hot. Then I began to learn her. Investigate her folds, circle her entrance, find her clit hard and swollen. Treasure every inch of her perfect flesh. I wanted to know what was sensitive for her, what made her hips shift, learn the sounds slipping from her mouth, made her still and await more.
“And me and Seth? We’ll come, but not until we’re deep inside you,” I said, not stopping my hand.
“We’re gentlemen, sweetheart.” Seth leaned in and kissed her neck, the shell of her ear. “Ladies first. And that means you.”
“But…how?” she breathed.
“With our fingers.”
Glancing up at Seth, he gave a single nod. We would make her feel so damn good again and again so that when we finally let her sleep between us she wouldn’t even remember her name.
I slid one finger into her tight sheath. When she gasped, her inner walls clenched down. My balls ached, knowing how good it would feel having her do that around my cock. I wasn’t playing any more. I set up a slow, but very sure, rhythm in and out of her pussy, my finger only going in far enough to slide over that little spot that made her eyes flare wide.
“Do that again,” she breathed, her gaze an even darker green, but blurry with arousal.
“What?” I asked, curling my finger. “This?”
“Or did you mean me, and this?” Seth asked, giving her nipples a little pinch.
“Yes,” she replied, clearly not answering either of us.
“You can do better than that,” Seth said. His lips formed a smile as he kissed her shoulder, as pleased as I was that we were able to wipe her thoughts from her head. “You’ll scream that the next time.”
Continuing the motions of my finger, I rubbed my thumb over her clit. It was visible to me now, pink and swollen. Her hips moved into my ministrations, but I doubted she even knew she was becoming so uninhibited. She was an active participant now, whether she knew it or not.
She was so wet, all but dripping onto my palm. She was ready to be fucked, but we would give her the orgasm she deserved first.
It didn’t take long, but watching as she was overcome with her pleasure, even still in her shift, was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. “Come, sweetheart. Come for your men.”
Her entire body tensed, her walls rippling around my finger as she screamed. Seth raised a hand to muffle the noise.
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sp; “Shh, it’s just for us, sweetheart. Those sounds aren’t for everyone in the hotel.”
Her pleasure slowly waned, her hips still moving to coax more from my wet fingers.
“You said I was going to scream, and I did,” she replied breathily.
I couldn’t help but laugh. She was prickly when she had her pleasure, although she was too relaxed to muster up much of an argument.
I slipped my fingers from her as Seth moved his hands from her breasts to settle beneath them, holding her so she pressed back against him.
“That was—” A smile spread across her face, languid and easy. There was none of the earlier worry or fear. “—amazing. I had no idea.”
I put my finger in my mouth, licked it clean and her eyes widened again at my action.
“Why do you do that?” she asked, her eyes calm, yet bright.
“Because I love your taste. I can’t get enough.”
“I can’t get enough either. Of…god, what you just did. How that felt,” she said.
“Oh?” I asked.
“I assume we aren’t done,” she added, then glanced back at Seth.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
Surprising us both, she grabbed the hem of her shift, lifted it up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor with a move so brazen I was stunned.
“Then give me more.”
Chapter Five
MADDIE
I was wickedly brazen. I knew it, but I didn’t care. The way Seth and Landon made me feel was incredible. I had no idea it could be like that. Orville had been playful and attentive, but unskilled. Yes, he’d played with my breasts and had used his fingers on me, but not like that. He’d touch me as if it helped him become more aroused, not to make me come. Yes, I’d been warmly interested in what we’d done together, but it had never, ever, been like this. I hadn’t known what I’d been missing so I’d been content.
I’d be content with average no longer.
