"Please fill you, sweetheart? You want a cock in your pussy?"
I nodded.
"Let's see how tight you are." The very tip of his finger dipped inside and I clenched down on it.
"Ah!" It wasn't enough. Just the feel of being filled even the smallest amount had me eager for more. But his finger was big and my body was untried and it was very snug.
"So tight. Jesus, Mason, she's going to strangle our cocks." He slipped in a little further. "I want you to come for us now. With Mason tugging on your nipples, I'm going to stroke over this special spot inside you...right...there and you're going to come. Now."
I could do nothing but follow his command for my body had been well primed by Mason's insistent fingers on my breasts. Somehow Brody knew of a place inside me that would make me come instantly. Perhaps it was the combination of his finger and the almost painful tugging of my nipples. Whatever it was, I screamed, the feeling so intense, so hot, so different that I never wanted it to end. I shifted my hips, rocking them onto and over Brody's finger. He didn't let it go up inside me any further, only rubbed over that place he'd found. It was...delicious, that place he was rubbing over.
Mason's mouth kissed across my sweat dampened shoulder as he let go of my nipples and just cupped my breasts in his palms, holding them as if they'd ache if he didn't. Brody leaned in and kissed me, slowly yet deeply. When he pulled his head back, he met my eyes. "Undress Mason, sweetheart."
He took my wrists in his hands and turned me about. Mason stood there, tall and broad and waited. I looked him over, from head to toe, every virile inch of him, and could see the hard, thick outline of his cock pressing against his pants.
"I can't wait to fuck you," he said. The idea sent a shiver through me. I undid the buttons down the front of his shirt as he toed off his boots. He stripped the shirt from his body as I undid his pants and pushed it down over his hips. His cock sprang free, red and thick and eager. Clear fluid seeped from the tip.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Brody finish removing the last of his clothes so he, too, was naked. "Lay down," Brody said.
I sat down on the side of the bed, and then lay back, slowly, tentatively. I was still so aroused, even after the pleasure they'd just given me, perhaps even more so. Seeing their cocks so eager and ready proved to me how much they wanted me. They'd been correct; my body didn't lie. I wanted them so desperately and the slickness between my thighs was one of the many giveaways.
"You may have married Mason, but I'm going to take that perfect maidenhead of yours. I felt it inside you against my finger. It's mine, sweetheart, and you're going to give it to me. Now spread your legs so we can see your pretty pussy."
My eyes widened at his crude and carnal words. I lifted my legs from where they hung off the side of the bed and bent my knees, pulling them back so my feet were planted on the bed. When I didn't part them wide enough, Brody just raised a brow and waited.
Both men stood staring down at me. They were naked and so handsome. While Brody was taller, Mason was broader in the shoulders. The hair on their chests was of strikingly different colors, but both had muscles rippling beneath their skin. Their cocks both were aimed at me, both thick and hard and almost angry in readiness for me.
I licked my lips remembering the taste of their hard yet satiny soft skin, the salty flavor of their seed. Parting my legs, I opened myself to them in more ways than one. I was not only giving my body to them, but I was opening up my heart to them as well, for I had to trust that they would protect me and keep me safe, to treat me well and cherish me. They said they'd guard me from the likes of Mr. Palmer or my father and I had to believe them. I had no choice, just like I had no choice but to spread my legs wider, then wider still, beneath their lusty stares.
Their eyes shifted to between my thighs.
"Her pussy's dripping. I can see it from here."
"Those curls are so striking."
I wanted to close my legs, but knew they'd just have me open them again.
"We'll shave her later."
My eyes widened at their words, at their frank discussion of my body.
"We must leave at least some red down there. Later. Now I need to make her mine," Brody said, placing a knee on the bed and positioning himself between my thighs.
My skin was warm and flushed. I could feel it. The quilt beneath my back was soft, the room lit solely with the soft glow from the bedside lamp. Their tastes mingled in my mouth from their kisses. Brody gripped his cock in a tight fist, came down to support himself on one hand and lined himself up. He slid the broad head back and forth over my slick folds before catching it at my opening, pressing slightly forward.
The hint of stretching had me wince. He was so big, so much bigger than his finger that he'd just inserted a tiny amount. I knew he would put his entire cock inside me and I tensed, knowing it would hurt and questioning if the action was even possible. My eyes widened and my fingers clenched in the quilt.
"Wait," Mason said. Brody froze and I tensed even more. My breath came out in silent pants. "She's not ready."
Brody looked up my body so our eyes met. "Ah," he said, his voice gruff and deep. Letting go of his cock, he placed his other hand by his head so he was directly over me, our noses practically touching.
"Shh," he crooned before dipping his head for a kiss, this one a light brushing over my lips. "Listen to my words, sweetheart."
He was so close I could see the rough stubble of his beard, the gold flecks in it.
"Do you know what makes me so hard for you?"
I shook my head but held his gaze.