Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  He tried for a flirtatious smile and failed. “I don’t mind the pain, Casey. It’s the fear of becoming a walking corpse. But I trust you to sew me up.” He flicked his eyes down her body. “I’ll be looking at something other than your hands.”

  “You’re right about my dress,” she softly replied. A flush rose from her neck. “I don’t want to get it all bloody.”

  By the time his eyes focused on her fingers, they were toying with the button at her breastbone. His cock rose to salute her effort. The triangle of flesh at her neck grew wider as each button lost the battle. He gulped. Was she wearing anything underneath?

  * * * *

  Casey absorbed the heat of Marshall’s eyes. Byron had got her all hot and achy with kisses, and now Marshall wanted to see her naked. He couldn’t run away while lying on his back. She had him in her power and she was going to get what she wanted. He lay on the floor, eyes wide and mouth gaping, while she undid every button. His eyes didn’t waver from her fingers, but she looked him all over.

  The blood covering most of his right side didn’t bother her. It was like dirt, easy to wash off skin but difficult to remove from clothing. She would have changed into her old clothes if it was Cole, but this was Marshall. He wanted her, and this gave her the perfect opportunity to seduce him.

  She turned her back, slipped off her top and draped it on the table. From this direction he couldn’t see her breasts. She touched one. It was swollen, almost hard. She looked at him over her shoulder. His cock stood up like a pine tree, strong and thick. It wasn’t as thick as that carrot or as long, but it was alive.

  He was up on his elbows again, staring at her. She toyed with her skirt button, swaying gently from side to side. The motion showed him the curve of her breast. Then she dropped her skirt in a heap on her toes.

  “Oh, God! Casey, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” He groaned. “What a peach of an ass.”

  She trembled at his words. This was the first time she’d chosen to show herself to a man. One had spied on her while she bathed in the creek when she was seventeen. Willy, guarding her, bashed his head with a pickax handle. He showed up again weeks later so she knew he didn’t die, but he stayed far away.

  She looked down. She wasn’t much to look at. Short, with small breasts and hips. Nothing like the big women Pappy and his friends brought home. A quick glance proved that Marshall didn’t mind at all. He lay on the floor, staring at her with one hand on his cock. Her pussy hummed. She touched herself between her legs, just with a tip of a finger so he couldn’t see. She was wet and slippery. He liked her bottom, so she wanted to show him more of it. Facing away, she bent over and picked up her skirt. Marshall choked.

  “Sugar, do you have any idea what that does to a man?”

  Chapter 14

  Marshall groaned, more in need than pain.

  Her feet were far enough apart that he glimpsed swollen pink folds when she bent over. They glistened below a tight bud of an asshole. How could he have thought those perfect ass cheeks belonged to a boy? She folded her skirt and placed it on the table. A moment’s hesitation, then she turned around.

  Her blush started at her pussy and went all the way to her forehead. Her breasts were just the right size, with large, hard nipples. Raspberry, or more like a cherry?

  She walked over, breasts swaying, and knelt beside him. The aroma of her arousal filled his nostrils more than the coppery scent of his blood. She washed him, starting at his ankle and working up. The rough cloth felt like silk when she held it. His head buzzed. Whatever blood hadn’t leaked out of his leg pooled in his groin. Usually it hurt to have hot water poured in a wound but he never felt it. He was too busy imagining licking her from top to tail. Her muscles flexed, and her breasts flowed as she bent and moved. Sheer heaven.

  Though breathing was difficult, he kept his mouth shut. There was no way in hell he was going to do or say anything that might make her stop. She was quick and efficient, and her fingers aroused him like nothing before. She emptied the pan a couple of times, refilling it with clean, hot water.

  Then she gathered her needle and thread. In spite of the vision of loveliness, he tensed up, all but his suddenly drooping cock. He stared at the needle. It looked as if it was as long as his hand.

  “I’m going to hafta get close to do this,” she said.

  She knelt with his right leg between her knees. The curls between her thighs almost touched him as she moved. The horrific needle of his mind’s imagination shrunk to its actual size, fitting her small fingers.

  “You’re lucky you got a cut and not a poke,” she said. “Deep ones are hard to clean and their fevers can kill.”

  She made sure there was a knot in the needle, then she leaned forward to sew. She was close enough that he could run his hand over her skin. Could, but wouldn’t. Not until she finished. And by then she likely wouldn’t want him to touch her.

  “If you promise to always sew me up dressed like this, I might get hurt more often,” he said. She jabbed the needle into him. Focused on her breasts, he hadn’t seen it coming. “Ow! Fine, I’ll shut up,” he grumbled.

  “Good. I work best that way.”

  As she worked the tip of her tongue poked between her lips, just like a clit. The swollen mounds of her breasts brushed against his leg. Her nipples crinkled, raspberry red. Did he dare hold his cock? He could say he was keeping it out of the way.

  “I’m gonna keep this out of your way,” he said, lifting his cock. “Don’t want you accidentally poking it.”

  “Anything I hurt, I’ll kiss better.”

  He choked. She jabbed him again, restarting his lungs. Cole and Byron wouldn’t be home for a while. He had Casey all to himself. They were already naked. If there was ever a time to have some fun without interruption, this was it.

  “You mean, you might kiss my cock?” He cleared his throat, which brought down his voice an octave. “Just want to understand what you meant.”

  She concentrated on tying a knot. Halfway done.

  “Yep, but you’d have to kiss me first.”

  He gulped. “You really mean what I’m thinkin’ you said?”

  Her face flushed even more. She took two more stitches before answering. He watched, waiting for her answer and not caring what else was going on.

  “You said you’d show me what your mouth and fingers could do for my pussy. Are you up to it, or are you crippled from this here scratch?”

  Once his bloodless brain figured out what she’d said and ran it past twice just in case, he dropped his jaw. Then he smiled.

  “Sugar, I am not just gonna make your pussy purr. I’m gonna make it scream my name!”

  “Don’t know what that means,” she muttered, “but I’ll trust you.”

  She’d trust him? Hallelujah! If he’d known getting gored by a mad cow would make her trust him, much less let him touch her, he’d have done it days ago.

  He waited impatiently while she bandaged him. She handed him his stick again, letting him use her shoulder to help him up. He didn’t take advantage of his free hand and her nakedness while she helped him into bed. He could wait another two minutes. Maybe.

  But the process of hauling himself into bed damn near wore him out. She carefully lifted his bandaged leg, supporting it while he shifted to the center of the mattress.

  “You’ll have to lie still for a couple days,” she said. Her concerned expression, eyebrows drawn, softened. Her blush returned. “Can you do what you said if you’re lying down?”

  His exhaustion evaporated. He winked and crooked his finger. She gulped. Dang, her nipples crinkled as he watched! She bit her lip, suddenly hesitant.

  “You’ll be on top. You can climb off anytime you want.” He patted his chest. “Sit right here, facing me.”

  It took some coaxing—she didn’t want to smother him—but she finally settled with her knees past his ears. He rested his hands on her hips. Not to hold, but to steady. He looked up, past her belly and ribs, past her sw
ollen breasts, all the way to her full lips, again being punctured by her top teeth. Then he met her uncertain eyes.

  He watched her carefully as he drew his knuckles over her pussy. She swallowed hard. He gently circled her clit, lightly grinding her pubic bone. She gave a hint of a moan and dropped down an inch. He could almost reach her with his tongue, but not quite. He teased her again, tracing his way between her wet lips with a finger. She shivered and dropped even closer.

  “Lean forward. Maybe you can hold the headboard.”

  That brought her clit right where he wanted it. He inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. There was something so earthy, so right about knowing your woman this way. And there was no doubt that Casey was his woman.

  He encouraged her to slide lower so her pussy rubbed his nose. She was wet, hot, and already panting. He tilted his head back, licking her from ass to clit. Her texture was like nothing he could describe. Thick and soft and sweet and wet, all at once. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and pressed her thighs against his cheeks. He did it again, and again, and again. She shuddered.

  He reached under with his fingers and probed into her pussy, very gently. Yes, there was a barrier, but only on one side. Still, it was there. And it would remain. For now.

  Casey shivered as he drew his fingers along her perineum. Every part of her was sensitive and eager. He collected her fluid, drawing it up and back. He circled her tight asshole with his little finger. She arched her back, pushing her pussy onto his tongue and her ass onto his finger. Just to make sure she was asking for this he gathered fluid on his pointed finger and slowly skewed it into her. She sank back, silently asking for more.

  “Oh, sugar, take what you need,” he murmured.

  He rewarded her for accepting his finger to the knuckle by tugging on her pussy lips with his mouth, then flicking his tongue over her clit. When he backed off to catch his breath, he noticed hers was just as rough. This time when he probed her pussy with his tongue, she clenched around it. She twitched with every touch, making soft sounds in the back of her throat.

  Was she going to have an orgasm just from this?

  Marshall sent his finger just a bit deeper before dragging it almost out. At the same time he suckled her clit, flicking his tongue. She whimpered, grinding herself onto him. He was ready to explode, but Casey came first. She had a tight hold on his finger and shuddered as he pressed into her again. He slowly increased his speed, finger in and out of her ass while his mouth and tongue played with her pussy and clit.

  He curled his finger back, caught her clit with his lips, and tugged.

  She made a sound, almost a wail. Her sweetness flooded his mouth. He licked and sucked and fingered her until she collapsed onto her elbows. With every gasp her pussy curls tickled his nose and her belly pressed his forehead. He released his finger, holding it safely away. He encouraged her off with gentle pressure. She fell onto the mattress, her hips by his shoulder and her face by his thigh.

  The one without a bandage, he realized. She was careful with him even now.

  “Casey likes her pussy licked,” he whispered.

  “Oh, my,” she moaned. “What was that?”

  He rolled onto his good side to caress her breasts. Her soft, wonderful breasts. How could he encourage her to put one into his mouth?

  “That’s why women enjoy having a husband.” He lightly pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “Or three.”

  * * * *

  Casey could not open her eyes. Oh, she could, but then she’d see Marshall. How could she ever look at him again after what they’d just done? And how could she go all winter without feeling this again, and again? Mama was right about passion being wonderful. So was Sophie, at least about this. Were they right about the other things? She groaned from so much pleasure that she wasn’t sure if she could walk again.

  Walk? Oh, no, Marshall’s wound! She sat up and looked at his thigh. “Did that hurt you?’

  “No, but if it did, I wouldn’t give a tinker’s damn.”

  In order to look him in the face she had to sweep her eyes past the hard cock standing proud and tall. A drop glistened on the tip for a moment, and then started its slow journey down. What did he taste like? She licked her lips. He moaned as if in pain.

  “Can I help you in return for what you did?” she asked.

  His half-lidded eyes gazed at her lazily but she saw how tight his muscles were. “You got an idea?”

  She looked at his cock. It twitched. She caught her lip with her top teeth, then licked her bottom lip.

  “If I’m thinking what you are, that would help one heck of a lot,” he whispered. “Kiss me, just like that.” He grasped his cock with his hand. “I’ll even hold it for you.” He moved his good leg, widening the space between them. “Only if you want to,” he added.

  “You did, um, that to me.” She waved her hand, unable to label what had just happened, and shifted to kneel beside him.

  “I had just as much fun giving your first orgasm, as you did having it.” He winked. “I don’t expect a thing back.” He shuddered a breath, then slowly began lifting his fist up and down his cock. “But if you want a taste, help yourself.”

  Each time Marshall’s fist slowly reached the top of his shaft another drop appeared. She took his silent suggestion and knelt between his spread legs, careful of the bandaged one. At least the cut was on the outside. She leaned forward, bending her elbows until her mouth was just above his cock. She licked him. He gasped, his back bowing up for a moment before collapsing. She’d never felt, or tasted, anything like that before. He was salty with a musky aftertaste. His cock was both hard and soft at the same time.

  “Aw, lordy, lordy, gal. That’s so fine.”

  Encouraged by his words, Casey let her tongue slide around the head of his cock. He groaned, but kept his back on the bed. She dipped her head and tried to suck him into her mouth. She got the head a bit past her teeth. When she lifted up, she let her teeth drag on it, just a little bit.

  “Sweet lord Jesus, yes!”

  She lifted her head. “Am I doing it right?”

  He forced a laugh. “Any more right and I’d be coming already.”

  “Coming?”

  He nodded. “What I did to your pussy. Women can have a whole bunch of those, one after the other. Men can only have a couple, or even just one.”

  His grin made her tummy tighten. He’d given her a gift, one she could return. At the same time, she could learn. Marshall was the most easygoing of the three men. He could guide her, without her feeling awkward.

  “You want me to help you with my fist?”

  His eyes flared. “I’d rather have your mouth, but most women don’t like doing that.”

  “They don’t?”

  “That’s what I heard. But you’re the only woman who’s ever touched my cock with her mouth.” His slow, sensual smile had her pussy twitching. “You can touch any part of me, sugar, anytime you like.” He snorted a laugh. “In fact, I’m begging you to put your mouth on me. Wherever you want.”

  His eyes lit up when Casey settled her haunches between his legs. She’d never seen a man look at her so eagerly. Not in a nasty way, but as if she could give him heaven if she’d touch him. And he’d begged her to touch him. He wasn’t holding her in any way. Everything she did was by her choice. It was her gift to give. She’d never had anything she could gift to someone. Her family and the other men demanded things from her. Not this, but they would have if they thought they could get away with it.

  Marshall had given her a gift before asking for her touch. He released his cock so she could grasp it. He showed her how he liked her to rub him, doing it hard while holding tight. She followed his way, but put her mouth on him as well. She investigated him with her tongue. The tiny slit at the tip, the smooth sides which looked like a helmet. She let him pop out and traced his veins with her tongue. He made a deep sound in his throat.

  “Oh, Casey, that feels so damn good.”

>   He put his hand over hers, yanking his cock so hard she thought it might pop off. She caught the helmet in her mouth and sucked. He pushed his groin up, resting on only his heels and his back. His groans got louder.

  “I’m gonna come,” he choked out. “Back out or it’ll go down your throat.”

  She sucked him even deeper.

  “Oh, God, Casey!”

  He roared and her mouth filled with salty fluid. She swallowed, sucking in as much as she could. It leaked around her lips, flowing down his cock. He jerked a few more times before collapsing on the mattress. He shuddered, chest heaving.

  She took her time licking him clean. By the time she finished, he was watching with lazy eyes and a smile.

  “I never knew it could be that good,” he whispered. “Come here.”

  Marshall tugged her elbows. She moved forward to kiss him. He tasted of what must be her fluids as she shared with him. He opened wide, dipping his tongue as if to capture every flavor she held. She met every thrust. He sucked on her tongue, pulling her deep into his mouth. The roughness thrilled her, but she had to pull back when she ran out of air. She lay on his good side, head on his chest. Her head rose and fell as he panted. After a moment he began running his hand up and down her back. No hug could ever give her such a sense of safety, of caring, of trust.

  “Damn, you are one hell of a woman, Mrs. Taylor. What are we going to do with you?” He chuckled. “Mind you, I’ve got a few ideas.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Cole’s gotta change his mind or I’m going to go out of mine.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe we can get this marriage annulled right away so you can marry me instead. Or Byron. Then we can do whatever you like all winter.”

  His hand slid down to cup her bottom. He curled his fingers under, rubbing along the space between her pussy and her arse. She tensed. He pressed his baby finger between her cheeks, right into her hole. She shivered, unable to hold back a moan.

  “You like me playing with your asshole, don’t you?”

  She nodded, her hair rasping against his chest. “Is that wrong?”