Liam O’Grady felt the soft, young flesh of the woman who was leaning into him, unable to stand on her own feet. He grunted and raised his flushed face.
Sweet Jaysus, but he had never felt this way with any woman before this; it must be her innocence, her youth, he told himself, that was why he was supporting her with an arm now, his mouth locked on hers as with one hand, he fumbled and stepped out of his pants.
His brother was holding up the petite, curvy figure of the little woman sandwiched between them and with a growl, he raised her in his arms and deposited her on the carpeted floor.
He did not think he could bear the strain of taking her to the bedroom; the richly carpeted library floor would have to do.
Liam O’Grady had had orgies in his house before this, but never one with such abandonment, where he felt unable to control his lust.
This was a first, alright.
*
The need in him was too much; he could not help himself.
She looked up at him, her eyes brown molten pools of helplessness, of such total subjugation, he leant down and kissed her gently. He saw, from out of the corner of his eyes, that his half-brother was also naked and settling down beside Bianca, on her other side.
‘How do we do this, O’Grady?’ growled his brother hoarsely and Liam grinned, a wolfish smile that made Bianca tremble.
“I take her first, Saint,” he said in a voice thick with passion, “I get to pop her cherry…”
The look of shame that crossed her face made him regret his choice of words but it was too late for niceties.
*
He rolled on top of her, holding her wrists captured above her head in his large hands as he nuzzled her neck, her mouth, her cheeks, whispering,
“Pet, this might hurt, if you are a virgin.”
She stiffened and said in a voice that seemed to be dragged out of her, breathless and husky,
“I . Am. A . Virgin.”
He chuckled and said,” Not for much longer, lass.”
*
Bianca
The feel of a blunt, thick something, at the entrance of my core makes me tremble.
I grip the damp shoulders of the man who is half kneeling above me, supporting himself on his massive arms.
“Will it hurt?” I whisper, in a faint little voice, my eyes on his, begging him to say that No, it would not. But Liam O’Grady is no liar, not then, at least.
He smiles, slightly, a crooked smile, but I can see the tension in his thick arms, the bunched up muscles of his shoulders as he grits through his teeth,
“Lass, it will hurt the first time. And maybe a little after that.”
I bite my lip.
I want to push him away, I want to run out of the room, down the drive…But I cannot.
Sensing my distress, St Just moves closer and kisses my cheeks, sliding his tongue down to my breast and I arch my back involuntarily as he takes a pert nipple between his teeth and sucks, gently, tugging at it.
I turn to look at him, the golden-eyed man who is making my body come alive to sensations that are so foreign to me.
Liam O’Grady gives a harsh breath and somehow, I know that he does not like this…he wants to be the only man in my frame.
“Will …you … will you fit?” I ask in a breathless voice for I can feel him at the entrance to my womb, pushing, ever so slightly, insistently and I am terrified.
Liam O’Grady’s handsome face, the chiseled one with the cleft on his strong, square chin, the deep blue eyes now sparkling with some passion that makes them turn deep indigo, does not respond. He just pushes and I scream, sobbing out at the sudden, shocking pain as he tears into me.
But he lowers his head and takes my plump lips in a hard kiss, that is at once gentle and
soft, yet dominating.
He raises his head and looks into my tear-filled eyes, a look of self-disgust on his face while St Just busies himself, stroking me, soothing me.
“Some more to go, little Bianca. Sweet J, but she’s as tight as …” he says but I am almost sitting up now in incredulity.
“MORE?” I cry, and I can feel that he is somewhere in between in that channel, and I whisper,
“Liam, Sir, I …can’t take it…please…”
“It’s going to hurt, Bianca, it always does… the first time…” he grunts, shutting his eyes, a note of rawness in his voice that implies that he is angry at this, angry at the pain he is causing me?
Even as I am wondering about it, he opens his beautiful eyes and grunts,
“Ready, baby?”
I nod, biting my lip.
Is there another way? I ask myself hysterically and in that instant, Liam O’Grady thrusts into me, filling me, making me feel so full of him, I gasp in shock.
“Does it hurt?” asks St Just and I turn to him, tears trembling on my lashes as I nod. He leans over gently and kisses me, his thumb somehow appears on my c*t and I moan as he moves it in smooth circles, again and again, and I relax. Above me, I can feel O’Grady’s muscles harden and he grunts again as he begins to thrust.
My sex is burning slightly but feeling what the man lying beside me, is doing with his hand, while his brother pounds me is exhilarating…
Somehow, O’Grady pulls back once and pushes so hard, finding a spot in me, that becomes too much and I arch my back, throwing my head back, screaming as I explode.
I am raking my nails down the muscled back of the man above me and his face is gleaming with sweat and excitement as he watches me, unblinkingly. I can also feel St Just’s erection as he pushes it against my side, and I am somehow, overcome with a plethora of feelings that I never knew existed..
My body is like liquid, and then, another thrust; this time I feel he has entered till the hilt; the coarse hair around his member is rough against my softness and I can feel his heavy balls slapping me as he moves.
The coarse hairs around his stiffness rubs against my bare, soft body and he grinds himself as he groans,
“Ah, sweet Bianca…”
I wrap my legs around his thick waist as he pushes, obeying some primal command I never knew…
His hips again thrust against me commandingly and I surrender to the crude demands of this man, this lover who has bought me and has now taken my virginity.
That’s when the orgasm hits me and I sob out his name as I seem to be freefalling, even as I feel Liam grip my nape and my hip to steady himself before he roars like a wild animal, pounding, filling me with …himself and his seed.
He’s murmuring my name and I am dimly aware that I am smiling as St Just turns my face to him and kisses me, till O’Grady, who has slumped on top of me, pushes him off and growls against my mouth as he kisses and nips at my lower lip,
“I own you, Biana Cruz. I own you.”
*
I shut my eyes, exhausted, the pain still burning there between my thighs as I feel someone, maybe O’Grady as he gently wipes my thighs.
His hand stills and he says, in a harsh growl.
“Blood…”
I squint up at him and then, St Just is lowering himself on top of me.
“I won’t take long, sweet Bianca,” he murmurs,” But watching you has made me…”
And I grip his hair as he enters me, gently but it still hurts.
I whimper and he halts slowly, kissing me gently, my mouth, my cheeks, which are strangely, wet with tears, and the tip of my nose.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he says, groaning and I hold him tightly.
Liam O’Grady has returned and he lowers himself to the ground, a look of jealous possession on his handsome face as he growls,”Pet.”
I smile, a trembling smile because St Just has parted my legs with an impatient thigh, wedging the head of his erection against my soft opening, which is still sore from O’Grady’s onslaught.
He slides in with one unrepentant thrust and I cry out in shock, but Liam O’Grady immediately lowers his head, kissing me, his tongue dueling with mine, his hand on my breast, kneading, squeezing and teasing my sore nipple, so much so that I begin to whimper, my hips moving in ana age-old rhythm.
“F*ck…Oh…F*CK!”, roars St Just as he crashes into me, and then, he pulls out, and rope after rope of warm cum spreads on my belly as I stare in astonishment.
Liam O’Grady chuckles and says,
“Me thinks the maiden needs another c*ck in her pretty wet hole…” as he reaches out and touches me, sliding a thick finger into me and I shudder, reaching out, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he kisses me fiercely.
And then, I rear up, as another bout of excitement rushes through me and I slump and lose myself in oblivion, my poor, bruised body exhausted.
*