Madeline gasped, inching back to watch as Charles rubbed his hand over Warren’s crotch. Warren gripped his hair, his shoulders relaxing as Charles began working loose the buttons at the fall of his breeches.
“Kiss me,” Warren ordered, his eyes on her.
Drawn by his command, she all but stumbled forward and tipped up on her toes, tasting his lips with teasing kisses. He kissed her back, his warm mouth moving against hers, setting a fire in her core. When he groaned against her lips, she couldn’t help herself, she looked down.
Charles had his mouth around Warren’s cock, teasing him to hardness with gentle sucks. Warren soothed his hand through his hair. It was thrilling to watch them together, but she wanted more. She needed to be part of what they shared. Dropping to her knees, she inched her way in next to Charles, dragging her tongue up Warren’s shaft.
“Oh, Christ—” Warren grabbed her by the hair, holding both their heads as they teased him together. “Touch him,” he ordered. “Touch Charles.”
Madeline reached out with her hand, cupping it over Charles’s hard cock. He pressed his hips into her with a soft groan, moving with her as she stroked him through his breeches.
“Take him out and suck him while he sucks me,” came Warren’s gravelly command.
She panted for breath, her core aching with need for these men. She did as she was told, working the fall of Charles’s breeches until she could reach a hand inside, stroking his hard cock.
Charles groaned again, pressing into her hand.
She crouched down low, using one hand to hold up his shirt, as she sank her mouth around him, sucking him to the back of her throat.
“God, help me,” he said, popping off Warren’s cock.
She teased him, still not quite used to the action. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means. In fact, she thrilled at the feeling of giving him pleasure. And the salty taste of his release on her tongue gave her a kind of pride that she felt down to her toes.
He tensed, pushing her off. “Darling, you’re going to make me come, and we’re only just beginning,” he said, giving her cheek a gentle stroke.
“Get her clothes off,” said Warren. “We’re taking our wife tonight. She’s ours. We’re claiming all her holes.”
Madeline whimpered with need, letting Charles pull her to her feet. They worked together, stripping her out of her silk gown. It fluttered to the floor and Charles’s hands were already on her stays. She tried to help, but Warren distracted her, all but bending her backwards with his kisses.
The stays slipped from her shoulders, and she shivered. Warren’s calloused hand slipped inside the hem of her chemise, cupping her breast, and tweaking her nipple.
“Oh please,” she murmured, arching into his touch. She never imagined her body could feel so responsive to human touch. She felt ravenous, larger than life, a goddess in her temple.
While Warren teased her, Charles stripped out of his clothes, not joining her until he was naked, his hot skin pressing against her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his back. He was all lean muscle. His own hands roved, cupping between her legs and rubbing until he pulled a gasp from her lips.
“Are you wet, darling?” he asked, nipping her jaw. “Are you desperate for us the way we are for you?”
She nodded. Hiking up her chemise with one hand, she grabbed his wrist with the other and took what she wanted, sliding his fingers through her wetness.
“Look how she takes from us,” said Warren, a note of pride in his tone. “What else do you want, my queen? How can we serve you?”
She panted, turning her gaze to her half-naked Warren. “I want your tongue in my cunt,” she replied, loving the way his gaze heated at her words. She turned to Charles. “And then I want your cock.”
Warren led her over to the sofa, pushing down on her shoulder. “Sit.”
She sat down and Warren dropped to his knees, spreading her apart without ceremony. She leaned back against the cushions with a gasp as he descended, his mouth hot and needy as he devoured her. She bit back her moan, her eyes shutting as he worked her over, first with his mouth, then adding his fingers.
In no time at all, she felt the tight spiraling inside of her. “Yes, don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t stop, I—ah—”
He sucked on her bud, three fingers buried deep, and she was a wave breaking on rocks, coming apart with a low, shaky moan. He rode her waves, her core pulsing around his fingers. Once it ebbed, he pulled out, his gaze still hot and hungry.
“Turn over,” he directed. “On your knees and hold the back of the sofa.”
She complied, trying desperately to catch her breath. Her body already had the odd, boneless feeling to it. But she wanted more.
“Fuck her cunt while I take her mouth,” he said at Charles.
She exhaled, her lips curling into a smile as Charles came up behind her. “Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
She nodded, turning her face to kiss his lips. His hands smoothed over her hips, one hand dipping between her legs until his fingers buried deep in her core. She gasped, pressing into his hand.
“That’s my good girl,” Charles murmured. “So ready for us, so desperate to be claimed. The world will never see this side of you. This passion, this fire. This is ours. Only ours. Understood?”
She nodded again. “Yes. Only yours. Take me, Charles. Fill me. Need you—”
“Do as she says,” Warren teased, moving around the back of the sofa. He was tall enough that she could easily bend over the back and reach his hardness. He gave himself a few lazy strokes, watching as Charles pressed in behind her.
Charles notched the tip of his cock at her opening and pressed in. She shivered, adjusting to the feeling of such fulness. She bent her legs, sinking back against him.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groaned. “So perfect. Our own angel.”
“Your goddess,” she panted, her hands gripping to the back of the sofa.
“Come here, goddess.” Warren grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face forward.
She pressed herself against the back of the couch, reaching eagerly for his length with her mouth. He eased his way in, pushing with his hips until she felt like she might gag. He pulled back, his hips moving in time with her tongue.
Behind her, Charles fucked into her, his movements slow and deliberate, his roving hands teasing her hips and bottom before they cupped her breasts. He tweaked both her nipples at once as her core clenched around him.
“She’s gonna strangle me,” he groaned. “John, I need you too. Need to feel you in our wife.”
Warren pulled back, leaving her feeling empty and panting for breath. When Charles pulled out too, she wanted to cry with frustration and longing. She needed more.
“Lie down, Charles,” Warren directed.
Charles laid out her chemise before the fire and sat down, his lean muscles gleaming in the firelight. He held out a hand to Madeline. “Come here, darling. Get on my cock.”
She smiled, remembering how good it felt to take Warren that way. She knelt, straddling his legs. Arching up, she notched his cock at her entrance and slowly sank down. Charles groaned, his chest muscles twitching as he held tight to her hips.
She settled with a shaky breath, taking him to the hilt.
“How does he feel?” Warren teased from behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
“So good,” she replied with a soft smile. “I love you, Charles.”
Charles smiled up at her. “As I love you.”
She bent over, claiming him with a kiss. Their hands roved, spiking their passion higher as they moved together, Madeline rocking atop him, feeling him so deep inside her.
Then Warren was behind her, trailing something wet and cold down between her cheeks. She gasped, sitting up.
“Easy,” he teased. “Just a bit of oil.”
Charles snorted. “You had it in your pocket?”
“Now that fucking you both is on the table, I’ll always be prepared,” he replied.
Madeline’s skin pricked with goose flesh as Warren leaned over her.
“Is this what you want, lovely? Do you want your husbands to fill you with their cocks? Want us to come inside you until you’re dripping?”
She nodded, her core clenching tight around Charles. “Yes,” she begged. “John, I need you. Need you both.”
“Then you need to relax,” he soothed. “I’m going to work my fingers in first. Breathe and relax.”
She waited, breath in her throat, as Warren pressed in with the tip of one finger, the oil slick and warm now that he was stroking her. She gasped; the feeling was so odd.
He pressed in, wiggling his finger. “You’re doing so well, lovely. Bend over a bit more and kiss our Charles while I make you ready for me.”
She all but fell forward, bracing with her hands as she sought out Charles’s lips. He rocked his hips against hers, chasing her tongue, giving her teasing nips with his teeth that had her core clenching again.
Warren worked a second finger insider her. “So beautiful,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
Beneath her, Charles groaned. “I can feel you, John. You’re making her tighter.”
Warren laughed. “Just wait, my loves. My cock will end you both. You’ll never know pleasure like what I can give you.”
By the time he was done teasing her with his fingers, Madeline felt ready to come apart again. Then he was pressing her down against Charles, the tip of his cock prodding at her hole.
“Breathe now, lovely. Push back against me, take me in.”
She tried to relax as she felt him press against her. Her body wanted to fight, but she focused on the feel of their hands soothing her, calming her down.
“That’s it,” Charles murmured. “You’re doing so well. Take him in deep as you can. Feel him everywhere.”
“I feel you both,” she whimpered. “Oh, god—it’s too much—”
Behind her, Warren stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she cried. “It’s a good too much. Don’t you dare stop.”
Warren pressed in, settling himself to the hilt. Madeline let out an exhale, feeling him sink against her hips. She’d never felt so full in her life. It was impossible to be this filled.
“God help me,” Charles groaned. “Warren, please move, love. Need you to fuck us both.”
“Are you ready, lovely?” Warren murmured in her ear.
She nodded, hands bracing on the carpet as both her men began to move. In moments, her whole body shook as they found a rhythm, moving in tandem until all three of them were whimpering, writhing messes.
“I’m gonna die,” said Charles, arching forward to suck on her neck, pulling her closer.
That changed their angles, and she cried out, her core clenching around Charles as Warren slammed into her from behind.
“It feels amazing,” Charles muttered, eyes closed in bliss as he sank back. “I can feel you inside her, feel you moving against me. You’re fucking her and you’re fucking me, and I never want it to stop.”
When Warren’s hand wrapped around to tease her bud, she was done. The moment she felt the pressure of his fingers, she was strangling Charles. He cried out, arching his hips into her, burying himself as deep as he could go.
“Hold her there,” Warren ordered, his fingers working furiously over her bud as he pounded into her from behind, their bodies making the crudest sounds as their skin slapped together. When he curled two fingers inside her core alongside Charles’s cock, she came apart on a silent scream, Charles joining her as her core ached and fluttered around him and Warren’s fingers.
As soon as they settled, Warren pressed her forward and rode out his own finish, the warm heat of his release filling her. The sensation was so strange and wonderful, it set off a kind of echoing release, her core fluttering yet again as she sank boneless atop Charles, her sweaty cheek pressed against his chest.
Warren pressed forward, not dropping all his weight, but it was enough to have her feeling beautifully and wonderfully surrounded. Their hearts beat against her ribs to front and back, their warm breath fanning over her skin.
“I love you,” she murmured, tears of gratitude in her eyes. “I love you both.”
They echoed their ‘I love you’s, Warren pulling out first and flopping down next to Charles on the carpeted floor. He threw an arm over his eyes, taking deep breaths. She stayed perched over Charles’s hips, his cock softening inside her. He didn’t seem to mind, content to stroke her arms with light touches.
She gazed down at the pair of them. “Will we really marry in the morning?”
“Yes,” Charles replied, turning his face to kiss Warren’s shoulder. “I wish there was a way we could all legally marry,” he murmured. “I hate having to choose between you.”
“Only an ordained priest can make it official,” Warren muttered, running his large fingers through his hair. “And your Church has quite a bit to say about men marrying men, my love.”
Madeline stilled, the nugget of an idea dancing just out of sight in her mind, fleeting as a shadow. “What if there was a way…”
They both glanced up at her. “A way to what?” said Charles.
“A way to marry…all three of us, I mean. It wouldn’t be quite legal, I don’t think…but it would still be official.” She couldn’t hide her smile.
Warren narrowed his dark gaze at her. “What is going on inside that head?”
She shook her head, biting her bottom lip. “I’ll not say anything more about it until I’ve checked something first. But if it works…” Her gaze darted between them. “If I can arrange it, will you both marry me tomorrow?”
Warren smiled, “Lovely, I don’t need a priest or a lord or the King of bloody England to tell me what I already know. You’re both mine. I’m already married. As far as I’m concerned, this was our wedding night. Just as soon as I recover myself, I’ll be consummating you both again.”
Charles smirked, gazing up at her. “I have no idea what kind of plan you’re hatching, but my answer is yes too.”
Madeline smiled. Yes. Their answers were yes. Her heart warmed at the thought. Things were looking decidedly up for Mu-mu-Muttering Madeline Blaire. While the rest of the ladies of the ton settled for one husband they could barely tolerate, Madeline now had two…and she intended to love them to pieces from now until forever.
