"Don't worry, my cock will stifle all of your cries of pleasure when Rhys and Simon fuck you."
Those words had my pussy becoming wet. Wetter, actually, for I was always wet. With Cross' insistent nudging of his cock, I opened and took him into my mouth. The fluid at the tip tasted salty and clean and made my mouth water. I ran my tongue over the large vein that ran along the bottom, and then sucked on him, just as Rhys had taught me.
"Jesus, Olivia, you're going to make me come like a randy teenager."
I basked in the warmth of his words, as well as the way his hand stroked over my hair, knowing I was pleasing him. I heard as much as felt my drawers rip before sliding down my legs.
"No more drawers, lass," Simon said. "They are just in the way."
Hands stroked over my bottom and I felt the slight weight of my dress bunched at my waist just before hands slid over my pussy, separating my folds before he plunged his cock deep into me. My hips arched up at the abrupt, yet decidedly wonderful action, my moan of pleasure and surprise muffled, just as Cross had said, by his cock that was deep in my mouth.
"You wanted our attention, love, so we are going to give it to you. Simon's first."
The finger pulled free with a loud wet sound and I felt the blunt tip of a cock at my opening, but it didn't linger there or tease me, only slid in with one decisive stroke. I moaned at the feeling, so full, so deep, so perfectly fitting..
"If I hadn't told you, love, that Simon would fuck you first, you wouldn't have known. All of our cocks belong cramming you full. You'll take any one of us at any time because you are our wife," Rhys dictated. "We will give you whatever you need, whatever you desire, whenever you need it."
Smack.
My eyes widened and I cried out around Cross' cock. Simon spanked me! While I tried to pull my mouth free, Cross held me in place and began to slowly move his cock in and out of my mouth instead of me sucking on him as liked.
"We're here, lass, and nae going anywhere."
Smack.
"If ye need me to spank your arse for you to recognize that, then that's what I'll do."
Smack.
"Did it ever occur to ye, lass, that we didn't give the horse back to Peters—" Smack "—because he would then know ye are here with us? Keeping a horse belonging to that bastard is like a sliver under a nail, but we will see ye safe first."
Smack.
I didn't have more than a moment to think about his words, for his hips thrust faster and harder and then I couldn't think at all. My hands flattened against the cool wood, but there was nothing to grab on to, to keep me grounded, as I could no longer fight anything they did. I didn't want to.
"I'm going to come, Olivia, and you're going to swallow my seed. All of it. You're going to taste me on your tongue, to know that I gave you what you needed."
He thrust into me gently one more time, and I felt him swell just before a hot jet of seed coated my tongue and slid down my throat. Again and again his cock pulsed in my mouth as his fingers clenched my scalp.
Simon didn't relent on his driven thrusts, the sound of his hips smacking against my bottom loud in the room.
Cross slowly pulled his cock from my mouth; it was slick and glistening, only diminishing in size slightly before he tucked it back in his pants.
A hard thrust pushed my hips into the desk as Simon let out a groan. His seed was warm and copious enough for me to feel it deep inside. When he was spent and pulled free, his essence slipped down over my clit, onto my thighs and most likely the desk below.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Rhys holding his rigid cock and moving into position between my spread legs. He used his hand to scoop up the seed that had escaped, and rubbed it into my swollen, sensitive flesh. They were right; I was so much more aroused by the smooth, shaved skin.
He took his dripping fingers and moved them to my back entrance, began playing with me there, coating me again and again with Simon's seed. I was so aroused, so needy from Simon's cock and expert fucking that I felt empty and almost forlorn without something filling my pussy. But when Rhys carefully worked a finger into my back entrance and the nerves there came to life, instant heat washed over me, and my brow and temples became damp with perspiration. I couldn't help the groan that escaped, for the jangly, dark feelings that came from his ass play felt so good. I couldn't fight him, couldn't fight the feelings he wrung from my body.
"Here," Rhys said. I saw Cross take something from him over my back and hold it in front of my face so I could see it. It was another one of his handcrafted plugs. He'd used them on me before to stretch me open in preparation for all of them to take me at once, but this one was different. While the other two had been fairly thin and meant for them to play with me—to fuck me there with them without much discomfort yet with plenty of sensation—this plug was quite wide in the middle, the flared head just a narrow tip then broadened quite a bit, then tapered in again, a flat flange at the base for Cross' fingers.
I winced when Rhys slipped a second finger in me along with the first. "I was going to save this for later, but I think now is a better time."
Cross handed it back and I turned my head to follow it. Rhys took it and held it up for me to see one last time, for I knew its destination.
"You're going to love this," he promised. I wasn't as certain, especially when he slipped his fingers free. I thought he was going to push it right into my bottom, but he didn't. I heard a jar open and I knew it was the special ointment to coat the plugs and dildos so they could slide easily—easier—into me.
"You aren't the only one who has their arse filled, lass," Simon said. "Good thing Ian and Kane have jars of the slick lubricant all over the house for Emma."