Their Blushing Bride (Bridgewater Brides) Read online

  6

  KEANE

  * * *

  The room reeked of Lily’s feminine musk and lust. Sexual tension. Each of us stunned by the rapid change of events of the evening yet eager to move forward.

  To the damn bed. For some serious fucking. Claiming. Cock sucking, finger fucking, and pussy eating.

  "Not that I don’t believe you, but let me see for myself." Rye stepped forward to stand in front of Lily. Her eyes were bright, and her breath came in shallow pants. I stepped aside, and Rye knelt on the floor in front of her, kissing his way along her inner thighs until he reached the apex of her sex. Watching him do it was nearly as good as doing it myself, and I was eager for my turn.

  I stood behind Lily, supporting her with my arms and chest. My hands slipped around her waist and opened the top two hooks of her corset. Lily had barely uttered a coherent syllable, but her breathing hastened, and her nipples, when I finally got my fingers around them, were taut. I pinched them, and she moaned, throwing her head back against my shoulder.

  "That’s our girl," I whispered into the delicate shell of her ear.

  Glancing down, I could see Rye’s head buried between her thighs. Jesus. I brushed my cock against Lily’s ass. My cock was barely contained in my pants, and I ached to free myself and slide my cock between the cheeks of her ass, letting it rest there in the soft cocoon of her buttocks.

  I dared not let myself even think about fucking her in the ass.

  Too late. I couldn’t stop thinking of it. Spreading her wide and sliding my cock in, an inch at a time until I’d impaled her on my thick member. Sliding in and out of her tight virgin hole until I shot every drop of my cum into her.

  Lily’s breathing came in ragged pants. Rye had his face deep into her pussy.

  "Keane, you’ve got to taste this," he said, beaming up at me before going back for more.

  "I’m planning to," I replied. Then I bent to her ear again. "Oh, sweet Lily, the things we have planned for you."

  She bucked her cunny into Rye’s face, and he gripped her hips to hold her in place.

  I could hardly stand it, and only my concern that Lily’s knees might buckle kept me from stripping off my clothes immediately. But Lily’s safety, her pleasure, her happiness, it all came first. Before me. Before Rye.

  Hot lust coursed through me, and I ground my cock against her ass. I squeezed her breasts, opened the rest of the closures on her corset and tossed it aside. God in heaven, she was beautiful. Her head leaned back against my shoulder, my fingers fondling her breasts and Rye between her legs. It was the sort of thing I’d only dreamed of.

  I took her mouth with mine, my fingers roving over her torso, reveling in the softness of her contrasted with the hot hard kiss we shared. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt her stiffen as a climax built within her.

  Rye sucked loudly on her clit.

  "Oh, ohhh," Lily cried out when our kiss ended.

  "Shh, darlin’," I whispered. "Don’t fight it. Let it take you away. Let us pleasure you. Show you how it will be with us."

  Her eyes were wild, and her swollen lips fell open in surprise. I grasped her around the waist. "I’ve got you, Lily. I’ve always got you."

  Her legs quivered and then her entire body shook as her orgasm took her away. Her pleasure moans echoed around the room, and it was the most bewitching noise I’d ever heard.

  LILY

  * * *

  Overwhelmed. Consumed. Shattered.

  All those things and more.

  The climax far eclipsed anything I’d ever managed to accomplish on my own, including the night that had led to my dismissal as the Garners’ governess.

  What would Mrs. Richard Garner think if she could see me now?

  God in heaven, where had that thought come from? I pushed aside any thought of the Garners or my family or Butte. Not that my brain was currently able to hold more than one lucid thought. And even that one thought required an extraordinary amount of focus.

  My knees had turned to jelly, but, supported by Keane and Rye, I’d remained upright during the shattering climax that racked me.

  I blinked several times until Rye came into focus. His mouth was wet, and I blushed, knowing the cause of it. And then I felt an additional gush of my sexual juices trickle down my thigh. When I was near Rye and Keane, it seemed never to stop.

  "That was fantastic, Lily darling," Rye said, pulling me from Keane’s grasp and pressing me to his chest. He placed tender kisses along my temples and whispered endearments as I came back to myself.

  "Are you all right?" Keane asked. When I turned to look at him, I gasped. He’d stripped off his clothes. I had never seen a man in the altogether before. I knew it was rude to stare, but I couldn’t stop myself.

  "Feast your eyes, Lily," he said, unashamed. "This is all for you." He held his arms wide, and I indulged myself by gazing upon each handsome inch of him. His long hair was a bit wild around his shoulders now, like a lion’s mane. If a lion was dark and intense and could grin in a devilish manner.

  His shoulders were so broad, I could barely see beyond them. He flexed his biceps and gave me a wink. I laughed.

  Who knew laughter could be so sensual?

  Though I tried to move slowly in my perusal of Keane’s naked body, my focus was drawn downward to the thick rod of his manhood standing tall amidst the coarse hair surrounding it. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. Oh my.

  As if reading my thoughts, Keane took hold of his shaft and stroked up and down. "All of this is for you, sweet Lily."

  "H-how?" I stared. "How will it fit?"

  "Oh, don’t you worry, little wife," Rye said, lifting me in his arms. "I have thoroughly checked your sweet pussy, and I am sure Keane will fit in there perfectly. As will I, when it is my turn to plunder you."

  I’d just had a powerful climax, the most powerful in my life, and yet I craved more, Hungered for them and the feel of their cocks—was that what they called them?—inside me. I wanted them both with a desperation I had never experienced before.

  Rye deposited me onto the bed and then stood next to it to rid himself of his clothing. His body was no less impressive than Keane’s. Broad and muscled. Powerful. Both of them exuded strength and masculinity. The area between my legs pulsed with need, and more of the juices I could not control slipped out.

  I reached for them. Rye leaned down and took one breast between his lips. "Oh. Oh good lord," I cried out as his tongue lapped at my hardened nipple. Not to be excluded, Keane moved around the bed and took the other breast into his mouth.

  Making incoherent noises, I grasped each of their heads and held them in place. Such decadence. Hedonistic pleasure unlike anything I’d ever imagined. My body thrummed and twitched, aching for something more. Something I couldn’t define or articulate and that felt beyond my reach.

  Rye nipped at my breast. "Oh, yes," I cried out.

  Keane’s hand—or was it Rye’s—strayed to the curls of my womanhood, tugged gently, and I whimpered. "Please." I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I needed it. Needed them. Keane released my breast and buried his face between my thighs the same as Rye had done moments before. Even this early in our acquaintanceship—marriage, actually—I could tell them apart in subtle ways. Where Rye had taken his time laving and sucking all around, Keane’s mouth was urgent. Insistent. I wrapped my fingers in the length of his hair and gave a small pull. I glanced down at him, and our gazes met. Heat flashed between us, and he growled against my nether lips.

  Rye positioned himself behind me, my head resting on his chest, he cupped my breasts, toying with them. His lips caressed my neck, and I was lost in a haze of sensuality. Whimpers fell from my lips. I didn’t know where I left off and they began. We were all one mass of desire and heat.

  Rye shifted me upward while Keane spread my legs wider. By now, I had both hands deep in the thickness of Keane’s hair, desperate to keep him in place. His tongue and lips on my womanly parts had me seeing dark spots, and I bega
n to quiver.

  "That’s it," Rye whispered in my ear. "Let it go, Lily. Let us see your pleasure."

  I didn’t think I could reach another climax so soon after the first, but I was mistaken. It seemed the first had only been a precursor to this second, much more intense explosion that ripped through me, sending me spiraling to the sky where I floated for a few indescribable moments and then drifted back down.

  All the while, Rye held me against his broad chest, the firm length of his manhood pressed against the crevice of my bottom cheeks.

  Despite the two earth-shattering orgasms, I wanted more. The feel of Rye’s thick rod behind me and the sight of Keane’s in front of me, for Keane had left his place between my thighs and now stood next to the bed, had me in a frenzy. "I am going to claim you now, Lily. I’m going to shatter your maidenhead and make you mine."

  I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.

  "And then it shall be my turn to claim you, plunge my cock deep into your pussy." Rye’s deep voice echoed in my ears.

  "Oh, yes," I said, my voice husky.

  Keane climbed onto the bed, placed his knees on either side of my thighs. His eyes were dark, intense, full of passion. His hair had come loose from its binding and flowed around his shoulders. He was gorgeous. Masculine and virile while gentle in the way his gaze softened when he spoke to me. "There might be some pain, sweet Lily," he said. "It cannot be helped. But, I promise you, there will be nothing but pleasure for you afterward."

  My virtue, that thing that had been hanging around my neck like an albatross, was about to be claimed, shattered, given over to these men. My husbands.

  I squirmed, inching my hips closer to him. His massive cock beckoned, and I reached out to touch it. When my fingertips grazed the head, Keane inhaled sharply. "Jesus, Lily, how much willpower do you think I have?"

  Immediately, I withdrew my touch. "I’m sorry," I said. I had no experience with cocks. How was I to know how to treat one?

  "Do not shy away, sweet Lily," Keane said, taking my hand and placing it on his cock again. "Your touch is the thing I’ve been dreaming of."

  "But you said—"

  "Yes, I am near to spilling my seed as it is." He wrapped my fingers around his girth. "See what you do to me, Lily? This is all for you." His member pulsed against my palm, and his eyes flared with need.

  Behind me, Rye shifted and pressed his equally hard cock against my backside. "You do the same to me, Lily. Soon, it will be my turn to fill your hot pussy with my cock."

  I whimpered and squeezed Keane’s cock.

  "Oh, now you’ve done it," Keane said with a sly smile. He removed my hand from his cock and placed a kiss on my palm before releasing it. "It’s time, Lily."

  Rye clasped me in his arms and whispered tender words, sultry words, into my ear as Keane pushed the tip of his cock into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure at the first contact and again with each inch he moved it in farther. The walls of my core hugged tightly around him and, once fully seated, he began to move in and out, slowly, his eyes watching my face.

  "How does that feel, Lily?" he asked.

  "Wonderful," I breathed.

  "Good. Now, I want you to hang on. This might hurt a bit."

  Rye hugged me tight and ran kisses the length of my neck and onto my shoulder as Keane pushed through the barrier of my maidenhead. I gasped. It hurt. A sharp, hot burning sensation caused me to stiffen up.

  "You are doing wonderfully, my beautiful Lily," Rye said as Keane moved back and forth, building up a rhythm.

  "Oh, Lily, you feel so good. So perfect around my cock," Keane’s voice rasped. His face grew intense and, with each thrust of his cock, the pain vanished and was replaced by pleasure.

  How was it possible? Each time I thought I’d reached the heights of ecstasy, they showed me something new, revealed an aspect of myself and my body of which I had been totally unaware.

  I cried out, babbled syllables that made no sense, but yet they conveyed everything I wanted to say.

  "Yes," I shouted, "oh yes!" And, once again, I exploded with a climax. This time, Keane did, too, his voice joining mine as we shouted our pleasure. His hot seed shot into my passage over and over, such copious amounts that some slipped out and coated my thighs.

  Keane braced himself on the mattress and leaned down to kiss me tenderly. "Mine," he said when it ended.

  "Yes," I replied.

  RYE

  * * *

  Fuck. I nearly came watching Keane fuck our bride. Her sex noises were the most sensual thing I’d ever heard. Tiny whimpers to incoherent babble. They went straight to my cock. My balls ached.

  I’d planned to give her some time to recover from the three orgasms she’d already had. As it was, her head lolled to the side, and she gazed up at Keane with dreamy-eyed adoration.

  "Lily, honey?" I asked. "How do you feel?"

  She glanced up at me and smiled. "Words can’t describe it."

  I chuckled. Keane certainly appeared satisfied. He’d withdrawn from her pussy, reluctantly, then lay down next to our bride and pulled her into his arms. Caressing and tending to her in the aftermath of their coupling. I had never seen Keane behave so tenderly toward anyone, man or beast. But the way he stroked Lily’s hair and whispered endearments to her, his eyes full of affection and wonder showed a new side of him.

  It did my heart good to see my friend, my dearest friend, so happy and content. Our bride certainly appeared quite satisfied as well.

  But, we were a threesome, and I had yet to claim my bride. Keane and I exchanged a glance, and he shifted about, scooting himself and Lily into position on the edge of the bed with her seated between his thighs, using his body for support. I stood next to the bed, gazing down at our bride.

  "Now it’s my turn, Lily. My turn to make you mine."

  Though I knew she had to have been worn out from exertion and multiple orgasms, her eyes opened wide, and she perked up. "Yes, Rye. Make me yours." She smiled at me, and it was as though the sky had opened up and rainbows and butterflies flew out.

  She really had turned me into a lovesick poet.

  I bent my knees a bit and took hold of my cock, preparing to enter her.

  "This is going to be fast and hard, Lily. It seems my ability to wait has been diminished from watching you come so beautifully over and over."

  A satisfied moan floated up from her throat, and she wiggled her hips in my direction. Keane shifted her so that her pussy tilted up at just the right angle, and I plunged into her welcoming heat in one thrust.

  "Oh god in heaven!"

  "She’s perfect, isn’t she?" Keane said.

  "She’s better than perfect," I gritted, doing my damnedest not to come immediately like a horny stable boy.

  Lily blushed at our praise and smiled up at me like the well-fucked bride she was.

  After that, there was no holding back for me. No gentle claiming. I pounded into her hard and fast, as promised, and she put her hands on my hips to steady herself, taking each thrust with a satisfied "oomph" and pushing against me.

  Her breath rasped in and out, and the sweet sex noises started up again, telling me she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. The walls of her pussy spasmed around me, clutched at my cock, and I felt her come as she moaned my name.

  Unable to hold out against her any longer, I shot my wad hot and fast into her sopping wet pussy. My seed, Keane’s seed, and her juices combined.

  She was ours.

  7

  LILY

  * * *

  "Wake up, kitten." Keane’s voice wrapped around me and woke me from a deep sleep. I blinked and adjusted to the first light of day seeping through the curtains. We were a tangled mess of arms and legs and sheets. I had no idea where the pillows ended up because I had used Rye’s chest as mine.

  I ought to have been shocked, embarrassed, or at least concerned about waking up naked entwined in the limbs of two men—two very attractive and virile men, I might add. But when I checked with my conscie
nce, I found myself happier than I had been in many years.

  All my life I had behaved according to expectations. Society’s, my family’s and, most recently, the Garners’. No more. My gaze lingered on the well-sculpted shapes of my two husbands, and a thrill went through me.

  This was where I belonged. And as soon as we got to Bridgewater, that mysterious, wondrous place, I would be home. We were a family.

  "Good morning," I said to Keane then turned to Rye. "Good morning, Rye."

  He grabbed me and pulled me beneath him, his hands roaming over my flesh. "Good morning to you, little bride," he growled. I could feel his hard cock prodding at my entrance.

  "Rye," Keane said, extricating himself from the tangle and standing next to the bed, "we need to be on our way if we want to get home before the heat of the day sets in."

  Rye waved him off. "You go on. I’m busy. So is Lily."

  With a shrug, Keane joined us. "How can I argue with that?"

  Swiftly, I was placed upon my hands and knees on the mattress. This was a new position. I suspected one of many that would become familiar during the course of our marriage. Keane stood next to the bed, his manhood hard and ready and directly in my line of sight. Rye knelt behind me.

  "I believe it is high time our bride had a lesson in sucking cock. What do you think, Keane?"

  "I could not agree more." Keane fisted his length and stepped closer to me. Meanwhile, Rye widened my thighs and set his cock at the rim of my sex, entering from the rear.

  Sucking cock? Did that mean what I thought it meant?

  Keane held his shaft. "Get ready, Lily. It’s time for your first taste of cock."

  They were joking, right? They didn’t really expect me to…