The Fiddler's Heart

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Grrr,” Track roared as he came. He cupped her cheeks and head between his forearms and caught his breath. “Incredible. You’re so incredible.”

  “You are. You and Century are mine now,” she said rather brazenly and he smiled.

  “Fuck yeah we are,” Track said.

  “Yes we are,” Century added and Track lifted up and Gordon was there to pull her into his arms and roll to his back. She kissed him immediately and he ran his palms along her ass, squeezed, and ran a finger down the crack of her ass. She shivered with anticipation and desire. As she released his lips she explored his sexy body. From his firm lips to Gordon’s tattoo along his shoulder and chest. An American flag, a Marine Corp symbol, knife, gun, and she trailed her mouth over his nipple and tugged.

  Smack.

  She gasped when Sodo smacked her ass.

  “Lift up,” he said and she continued her pathway along Gordon’s ass, licking, suckling as Sodo fingered her pussy from behind and licked her asshole. She tightened and came, but then lowered her mouth over Gordon’s cock.

  “Fuck yeah. Holy God that mouth. You are incredible, a seductress,” Gordon told her and she felt something cool against her asshole then fingers slide in. She let go of Gordon’s cock.

  “Easy, baby. It’s lube to get you wet and ready for us.” Sodo said and she went back to sucking on Gordon and then fingers slid into both holes.

  “I’m going to fuck this pussy and claim you mine, then Gordon will. While you ride him I’ll get this ass ready for my cock, and then it’s on. We’ll all claim you ours together,” Sodo said and she felt goosebumps travel along her skin and cream dripped from her very aroused cunt.

  She rocked her hips back against his fingers and then he pulled them out and replaced them with his cock. Sodo grunted as he nudged what felt like a thick, hard, long cock into her pussy. She moaned against Gordon’s cock, and Gordon gripped her hair and head as he tilted up and down slowly.

  “All mine now. All fucking mine,” Sodo chanted as he fucked her pussy from behind. She was on fire with need for more. She heard water running, and Track saying something to Century, but then Gordon was pulling away.

  “I’m not coming in your mouth, baby. Let us take you together,” he said and she eased up panting, feeling unsure.

  “Oh God I feel so much,” she said.

  “You’re about to feel more,” Sodo stated as he pulled from her cunt, and then she felt more lube being pushed into her asshole by Sodo as Gordon gripped his cock and him and Sodo lifted her higher with ease. She teetered, held onto Gordon as he aligned his cock with her cunt and shoved upward. She lowered down and it was on. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “Ride me. Take from me. Claim me, Francesca!” Gordon ordered.

  “Hot damn, look at her tits,” Century said and he fell to the mats, cupped her breast as Gordon thrust upward and she rode him. Behind her she could feel Sodo’s fingers pull out of her ass.

  “That is fucking hot. I get her ass next,” Track said. “Then I want her mouth then her ass.” Century spoke up and she moaned and gasped, then felt Century caress her hair and grip tight. She looked at him, mouth open.

  “Together,” he said and she felt emotional, and on fire with need. She let him guide her mouth to his cock, and the second she opened, he slid right up into her mouth. She began to suck on him, to absorb what was happening and all the sensations.

  “Nice and slow. You take her ass easy,” Track said.

  “Oh fuck,” Sodo whispered and Gordon cupped her head and hair and she could feel him watching her suck his brother’s cock as he thrust up into her cunt.

  “Look at our goddess. Look at how much she’s enjoying this and accepting us as her men,” he said and Track slid his palm along her ass.

  “Take her,” he said as she felt Sodo’s cock began to push into her lubricated asshole. She shivered and shook, and when he nudged in, grunting, complaining about how small and tight she was, tears fell from her eyes and a moment later he slid all the way in. They all moaned.

  “Oh God yeah, that is fucking hot. Her asshole is sucking your cock in. She wants this. She’s okay,” Track said and Sodo grunted and began to move. She never felt so much, so connected to anyone in her life.

  “You fucking feel that?” Sodo said.

  “I feel it, man. It’s what we heard about. It’s fucking real,” Gordon said and she knew they meant the connection. They felt it too, and it gave her the peace of mind, the confidence to let go fully and embrace this moment.

  With every thrust of their hips she felt the orgasm building and building. When she came she shook hard and they held her steady. “There,” Sodo said and he came in her ass. When he pulled out she felt the loss of his cock, of that bond and the heat of their encounter. But then Track took his place, eased lube into her asshole, and then replaced his fingers with his cock.

  “This ass is mine. I’ve admired it so long, been watching it get rounder, more muscular with our training. Oh. baby, you are hot and you belong to the Buristoff men.” he said and thrust all the way in. They moaned and then Century pulled from her mouth. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not after seeing how good you’re taking our cocks,” he told her then kissed her lips.

  “Fuck,” Track complained and rocked harder, deeper into her ass. “She’s too tight. Too fucking good,” he said and came.

  “Grrr,” he roared and pulled out, kissed her shoulder and back as he cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples. She gasped and Gordon rolled her to her back and thrust into her harder, faster. He was holding onto her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other as he stroked over and over again then came. He kissed her and pulled up only for Century to pull her up into his arms and then press her against the matted wall. He stroked into her cunt and held her gaze. He caressed the hair from her cheeks. “You okay?”

  “Oh yes, very okay,” she said.

  “Good, it’s my turn,” he said and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed him back until he gripped her wrists and pressed them up against the wall above her head. The move made her breasts push forward as he rocked his hips and then leaned back. “You keep those arms up,” he said and she did. She held his green eyes and licked her lips. Century looked sexy with all his muscles and that wavy brown hair. He eased slightly back and then pulled from her cunt. He held her gaze and adjusted her higher right before he aligned his cock with her asshole. “Lift those thighs higher. Show me you want my dick in your ass,” he said and she felt herself turn red, but she lifted and he slid his cock into her asshole. Inch by inch she took him deep, and he thumbed her clit, clenched his teeth, and stared into her eyes.

  “I love you, and you’re mine.” His words shocked her and she felt how intense the moment was, how connected they all were. The others came close, leaned against the wall, next to Century who rocked slowly into her ass as Gordon and Sodo caressed her thighs and Track stared at her from over Century’s shoulder.

  “Like this. All of us surrounding you, protecting you, how it will always be,” he said and she closed her eyes and let the orgasm overtake her as Century thrust into her ass over and over again until they both came.

  * * * *

  “She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Century whispered to Track. They stood by the bed as Francesca slept. They had taken showers, she dried her hair and now lay on the bed, long blonde hair cascading across the pillows, sheet half covering her, exposing her skin on her back and the round mound of her breast on the side.

  Track took a sip from his bottle of water, glanced at Sodo and Gordon who were lying on the bed, leaning against the headboard just watching her too.

  “Do we have to go to Mulligan’s tonight?” Track asked and they snorted.

  “We can do whatever we want, but I think she was looking forward to it. Angelina said some really good band was playing in the back room. Octo and them were saving us a table in the corner, so they counted us in with the others,” Gordon said and she stirred a little.

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�This is some crazy deep shit, man,” Track said and walked closer to the bed. He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder, just staring at her. Century chuckled.

  “I agree with that statement. Anyone else want to chain her to the bed and keep her here where we can protect her and watch over her forever?” he asked.

  Gordon reached over and smoothed his palm along her hair. “I don’t think that will fly with our woman at all,” he said.

  “Definitely not, but we will need to make some arrangements,” Sodo said.

  “Arrangements?” Century asked.

  She started to move and then stretch out. The sheet moved lower and Gordon smoothed his palm along her ass.

  “Hey, sleepyhead.” She blinked her eyes open and then worried her bottom lip. She pulled the sheet up over her chest as she turned and adjusted her body.

  “What’s this?” Gordon asked and gave the sheet a tug. She curled up and shyly turned into Gordon and he chuckled.

  “You can’t possibly be shy after the afternoon we had together?” Sodo asked and maneuvered his palm along the sheet and her hip, pushing it down and exposing her ass and back. They watched as Sodo lowered down and kissed along her ribs and her hip bone, then slid her arm up above the pillow, rolling her to her back with Gordon’s help. Gordon pushed down the sheets and she was fully exposed to them once again.

  “Now that’s more like it,” Sodo said and lowered down to suckle on her tit.

  “I think we’re going to be late to Mulligan’s.” Gordon spoke as he raised her other arm above her head and began to feast on her other breast, while he caressed his palm along her belly to her pussy.

  “Open for us,” Century ordered as he climbed up onto the bed and lowered between her legs, and began to feast on her.

  “Now this I can definitely get used to,” Track chimed in and they all made love to her again, together.

  * * * *

  “You are absolutely glowing tonight,” Angelina whispered into Francesca’s ear as she held onto her arm.

  Francesca blushed and then smiled. “I feel different, happy,” she admitted.

  “That’s awesome. So how did it happen?” She asked.

  “What do you mean how did it happen?” Francesca asked her and squinted. Angelina chuckled. “Like where, when, who made the move, ya know, the good details?” she asked.

  “I’m not going to give details.”

  “I don’t mean details like that. I mean how and where did it happen?”

  “In their gym when Track and I were going over moves.” Angelina chuckled and then squeezed Francesca’s arm. “I love it. So you were working on moves and he pinned you to the mats and stripped you naked, huh? That Track is something else. I’m assuming the others were there.”

  “No, that isn’t exactly how it happened, and it was just Track and I and then Century, and shortly after Gordon and Sodo, so we were all together.”

  “You made love together the first time? Like every hole?” she asked. Francesca nodded.

  “Yes!” Angelina said and air fist pumped, drawing attention from their men. “Cool it,” Francesca said and they laughed.

  “Are you moving in tonight or are they giving you the weekend?” Angelina asked.

  “Moving in? Oh God, you think they’ll want that?”

  “Duh. Of course they will. Right now they look miserable because you aren’t next to them and they can’t keep a hand on your ass, which by the way, your ass looks great. I think the classes are working on building up muscle where you wanted them to.”

  “Yes, I definitely think they are working.”

  “Well before long you’ll be in the moderate classes instead of the beginner ones. Oh look, they’re about to start playing. We should sit and eat and then be ready for the others,” she said and they walked back over to their men. Century pulled her into his arms, his hand went right to her ass, and she glanced at Angelina who winked knowingly. Francesca chuckled and hugged Century, but then her eyes landed on Track. He was talking to his friend, Merdoff. Track looked angry.

  They all gathered around the table, eating, drinking, enjoying the conversation, and then moved into the back room where the private bands were playing. Of course the moment she heard the fiddlers playing she was into the scene even more so. She smiled wide, felt her heart lift with enthusiasm as Sodo hugged her from behind. He kissed her neck, and they rocked side to side as the music continued and then everyone cheered.

  “They set up a table for all of us over there,” he told her and then slid his hand to hers and walked her through the crowd, his brothers in tow. Sodo pulled out the chair for her to sit in and then took the seat next to her. Gordon was on her left and Century and Track were right behind her. To the side were Angelina and her men and then their other friends. They were all bunched around one another, ordering drinks, chatting, and listening to the music. She didn’t take her eyes or her ears off of the fiddler players, as they played a familiar tune. She felt Sodo caressing her thigh where her legs were crossed. Gordon took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

  It was crazy, but the more they played, the more relaxed she became and then everyone was clapping and joining in. When the mic was passed around the room it was pretty funny to hear everyone chiming in, their voices cracking or them laughing as they said the familiar lines. It got to their table and they all joined in and had a great time. Violet walked over, singing a tune and she made her way to her men, Octo, Copus, Cody, and Bull Mulligan. Cody dipped her then kissed her after she sang the last line, and the crowd went crazy with whistles and chants. She chuckled and felt her cheeks warm. This place was special indeed.

  When the room got quiet and the lead player in the band started getting heckled by friends in the crowd, he started offering his fiddle to anyone who thought they could play better. The guys backed down but then Angelina pointed Francesca out. Francesca felt her jaw drop and she shook her head and turned into Gordon. He laughed and his chest rumbled and she looked up at him and smiled. “You don’t have a choice. They’ll harass you until you play, so give them a little something sweet, angel,” he said to her.

  “I think her friend is lying. This pretty little lassie couldn’t possibly play the fiddle, nor better than I. I’m de best!” he said with his thick Irish accent.

  “You have to now. He’s so pompous,” Sodo said, looking ready to fight the guy.

  “Go on, Frankie, show him what you got,” her sister yelled out.

  “Frankie? That’s a guy’s name. Were your parents drunk when they had ya?” he asked and the crowd laughed. He went on with her being the center of the jokes when she decided she needed to do something about it. When she stood up the crowd roared in excitement. The guy with the fiddle gave her a nod and then passed her his fiddle. She strummed the strings and made sure it was tuned the way she liked it. “Oh this is going to be hysterical,” he said, crossing his arms and sitting down in the chair by the band. The place was quiet, still, anticipating her playing. She felt a bit nervous but one look at her men and her sister, the sneaky thing, and she was ready to give this a try. She adjusted her chin on the chin rest, held the neck, put her fingers in place. and then stroked the strings with the bow. She opted for a familiar song that started off slow but then went super fast. As she played the music softly, the silence continued. She closed her eyes, was lost in the sounds and in the music as she played. Every stroke, every note echoed through the room and then it came to the part where it picked up pace. When the crowd began to clap along she played that fiddle with precision and craft, completely lost in the moment until the last chord of the song drew out and the place erupted in cheers and clapping. She opened her eyes, her men smiling wide, her sister wiping away the tears, and the man who bowed before her, then knelt on one knee and asked her to marry him. Everyone laughed and she gave him the fiddle despite them wanting her to play more, and she went right into her men’s arms as they hugged her and kissed her and she realized in that moment her l
ife had truly blossomed.

  * * * *

  Castle hugged Angelina and whispered into her ear. “How did you know tonight was the right time?” he asked. She pulled back and looked at him as he used his thumb to wipe away the remnants of her tears.

  “What do you mean?” she asked and he gave her a sideways glance.

  “You seriously think I’m going to believe that just happened by chance, and that you didn’t talk to Felix beforehand?” he asked, referring to Felix, the fiddler player.

  “Okay, so maybe I asked for a favor.” He hugged her tight, ran his palm over her ass, and squeezed her.

  “What must you do in return?”

  “Nothing. I told him about her because Bella said that he mentioned them looking for another fiddler player because one of the guys needs to help take care of their friend’s farm or something. Anyway, I mentioned Frankie, but told him she would never audition because of her fears. Anyway, it all worked out.” He smiled. “And how did you know that tonight was the right night?”

  “Because today she made love to her men together and accepted them fully as her guardians. It’s all coming together. That feeling of having a new life, of being protected and safe, but most importantly loved, the way a woman deserves.”

  “You are something else, and I love you, Angelina.’

  “And I love you,” she said and kissed him. Then he released her lips and glanced around them.

  “When can we head home so I can dish out your punishments with my brothers?”

  “What punishments?” she asked.

  “The ones for keeping a secret from us.” Her jaw dropped and he gave her a stern look. She rolled her eyes “You didn’t,” he said and she licked her lower lip and lifted up to kiss his chin “I did,” she said and nipped it instead. She was more than ready to go home and make love to her men, and even more so thrilled that her sister had great men to protect her and love her as well.