Page 50 of Hastings (Brothers in Arms #15)

CHAPTER 50

“A re you sure?” Hastings asked, skeptical that this was going to work.

“Hastings, if you don’t get inside me right now, well, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but it won’t be good,” Maddy said breathlessly. He laughed.

“You really need to work on your threats,” he teased.

“If you don’t get inside her right now, I will lose my temper,” Stephen said through gritted teeth. “I cannot last, and I would like to go together if at all possible.”

“Yes, but are you sure this will work?” Hastings asked again. “Trust me, I want in there. I’m dying to get in there. But I don’t want to hurt you, Mads.”

Hastings was still pinching himself, hardly believing that he was back here, in the parsonage, and that he was loving Stephen and Maddy. He hadn’t expected they would both try to take her like this tonight. He thought they’d work up to it.

“No, there is no working up to it,” Maddy had told him. “I’ve been sitting here, sleeping in my lonely bed, imagining this for two months. Two months , Hastings. I think it is cruel and heartless of you to try to make me wait any more.”

She’d been on top of Stephen, his prick deep inside her at the time, and she’d already come once. Stephen clearly was the saint they accused him of if he hadn’t come yet.

“Freddy told me how to do it,” Stephen said, arching his back as Maddy leaned over and bit his shoulder. “He said she’d enjoy it.”

“I am enjoying it,” Maddy said. “Oh God, right there, darling.” Hastings had his finger in the sweet rosebud of her arse. She was so tight with Stephen filling her cunt. He rubbed where he could feel Stephen’s cock through her thin wall and Stephen groaned.

“You’re trying to make me come,” Stephen complained. “Stop it. Get in there.”

“Maybe I like teasing you both,” Hastings said. “Maybe I like making you beg for me.”

“Please, please give us what we want,” Maddy panted. “I’m begging you. I want to hold both of you, I want to love both of you.” She whimpered as Stephen thrust into her in a short, sharp movement, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Yes,” Stephen said, his voice harsh. “Please. We’ve waited so long to love you.”

Their words were a balm to his soul. “Acts of love,” he whispered.

“With this body I thee worship,” Stephen said breathlessly.

“That’s beautiful,” Maddy said. “Oh, Stephen. Yes. That. It feels so wonderful to be touched like this. I’ve never been touched by anyone the way you two touch me, as if I’m precious and loved.”

“Yes, that,” Stephen agreed. Maddy kissed him then, and again Hastings was struck by how much he loved watching them together.

“When you two are like that I feel like I’m right there, in between you, feeling everything you’re feeling, sharing what you’re doing,” he told them, running his palm down Maddy’s back. She’d gained some weight since he left, which had softened her edges. He liked it. He didn’t fear hurting her so much when he reached for her, although she seemed to like it when they were impatient with her and grabbed too much or squeezed too hard.

Stephen broke the kiss with Maddy. His hands were holding her face, and he stroked her cheek, then kissed it. He could be so rough one moment and then so tender the next. His passion ran deep, and he fucked like a man who had gone too long without. He met Hastings’s eyes over her shoulder. “You will be between us one day soon. But tonight it’s Maddy. Tomorrow it will be me.”

“Wait,” Hastings said, his mind blanking. “Do you mean you want me to fuck you tomorrow night? Like this?” It was almost too much.

“Oh, dear sweet heaven, yes,” said Maddy. She writhed on top of Stephen, who grabbed her hips and held her still.

“Stop,” he said sharply. “If you want me to last, stop.”

“Did you two really not do this while I was gone?” Hastings asked.

“Well, we didn’t do this. But we couldn’t resist kissing and touching each other,” he admitted.

Maddy laughed. “More than that.”

“I want to watch you do it,” Hastings said as he rubbed more oil on his cock. “I want to watch you do everything. I really like watching.”

“So do I,” Maddy purred. She bit Stephen’s ear and undulated against him, making Stephen gasp.

“I want to watch,” Stephen said, “but I haven’t had the chance yet. I would really, really like to watch you fuck Maddy’s bottom right now, please.”

“It’s the please that did it,” Hastings told him as he rose on his knees behind Maddy. He tucked himself against her and rubbed the head of his prick against her back entrance.

“Take a deep breath and then push out when he pushes in,” Stephen told her breathlessly. “Hastings, go slowly. I’m going to pull out until you’re in.”

“You’re perfect,” Maddy said. “Hastings, please.” Her back bowed as she presented herself to him as Stephen pulled out.

Hastings enlarged her entrance with his thumbs and then pushed the tip of his prick inside. He met resistance and almost gave up until Maddy moaned with pleasure. He pushed harder and the head of his prick was swallowed in her tight hole, and he cried out at the sensation. He barely moved within her, short gentle thrusts that worked his prick in deeper each time. They were both covered in oil, his hands slipping on the plump cheeks that he was squeezing. When he was seated all the way inside her he stopped, panting with the exertion of holding back.

“Don’t stop,” Maddy demanded. “It feels so good.” She moved against him, pushing back and moaned.

“Let me back in, Mads,” Stephen said, and Hastings loved hearing the nickname on his lips. “I want to feel him inside you. I want to fill you up until you can’t take anymore. I want to make you ours.” He had his hands buried in her hair, holding it away from her face as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “I need it. I need you.”

“Yes,” she said. “I am yours. Take me.”

“No one else will ever be here but us,” Hastings said, suddenly feeling possessive. He’d never felt like that about anyone before, but Maddy and Stephen were his. “I’m here now, and this is ours. You’re both mine.”

“You are ours,” Stephen told him. “And we are yours. Lift her up and then seat her on my cock.”

“Christ, just the words are going to send me over,” Hastings told him, a shiver working its way up his back. “Hearing you talk like that is sinful.” He did as Stephen asked, helping Maddy to get up, the movement changing the angle of his penetration and he and Maddy both moaned. “Hurry,” Hastings begged.

“Now you are the one in a hurry,” Stephen told him. “I should torture you as you did me, but I don’t have patience right now. Later, some other time, but not now. Now I just want to love you both.”

As Stephen’s cock slid inside, Hastings felt every inch gliding along his length. He squeezed the cheeks of Maddy’s arse so hard he knew he was bruising her, but she just moaned that breathy little sound that ended higher than it began, the one that meant she was beyond words with pleasure. After just a few times with her he recognized that sound. He bit his cheek, trying not to come, as Stephen continued to push until he was all the way inside her.

“Now, you pull out while I’m in, and then I’ll pull out when you’re in,” Stephen said in a strangled voice. “We’ll take turns, rocking in and out. Go gently so we don’t hurt her. And Mads, let us know if anything doesn’t feel right, if it doesn’t feel good. All right?”

“Mmm hmm,” Maddy said. She nodded, but the movement was jerky, uncoordinated. Stephen pulled out and Hastings felt it, as if Stephen was rubbing his cock with his own. It was erotic as hell, and Hastings couldn’t hold back a moan. He didn’t think he’d ever been so vocal when he was fucking. Just another thing he’d hidden until he met them, he supposed. He wasn’t afraid to show them how good everything felt to him. As Stephen pushed back in, Hastings slowly pulled out, leaving the head of his prick inside Maddy.

“I’m not going to last,” he panted. “It feels too good.”

“The same,” Stephen said breathlessly. “I want to come all over you, inside Maddy.”

Hastings could tell Stephen didn’t know what his words did to him, how they stoked the flames of his passion higher. He was just telling him how he felt.

Maddy had completely surrendered to them. She was letting them hold her up and move within her, not passive, but letting them control her pleasure. Her submission was a heady thing. She reached back and palmed the back of his head, pulling his mouth to her shoulder, and he bit her at the same time he moved his slick hands to her breasts and squeezed the way she liked. She cried out and pushed down on their pricks and then she was coming with a low moan.

Her passage tightened around his prick and he could barely move, but he pushed deep inside her and let her ride her release. She sobbed as it seemed to go on and on and then Stephen shouted, and Hastings could feel the pulse of his release through the thin wall separating them inside Maddy. He couldn’t last then, didn’t want to. He came with a groan of relief, feeling the wet heat of his orgasm surrounding his prick in her tight passage. He jerked against her, burying himself deeper, giving her everything.

When it was over, Stephen pulled out of her first. When Hastings did the same, Maddy groaned, but this time it wasn’t pleasure.

“I can’t do that too often,” she said with a shaky laugh. “But that was amazing.” She fell over onto Stephen’s chest, and he held her tight.

“It was,” Stephen agreed. Hastings could see his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face.

“That was the best fucking thing I have ever done in my life,” Hastings told them honestly. Stephen laughed, just a tired one, not even opening his eyes. He looked sated and deliriously happy.

“Yes, that,” he agreed, hugging Maddy close.

“Let me clean everyone up,” Hastings said. “Since I’m on top.”

Maddy just hummed, still splayed across Stephen’s chest, her legs straddling him. Hastings got up and grabbed a cloth and the washbasin and brought them over to the bed. He cleaned Maddy off and then Stephen, and then himself. He set them down beside the bed and climbed in with them, curling up beside Stephen.

“So, tomorrow night, hmm?” he asked Stephen, kissing his shoulder.

“Yes,” Stephen said, turning to him and opening sleepy eyes. Hastings kissed him, just a soft meeting of lips. Stephen sucked on his bottom lip gently as he pulled away. “The wedding will be sometime in the next couple of weeks,” he told Hastings.

“That soon?” Hastings asked, surprised.

“Yes. We got the license weeks ago. Freddy actually got the Higgenbotham-Hydes to recognize Maddy, and so we are official and socially acceptable.” He chuckled. “We did not, however, invite them to the wedding. Everyone has just been waiting for your return.” He met Hastings’s eyes with the kind of sincere, loving, genuine look that only Stephen was capable of. “Hastings, will you marry us?” he asked.

“I’m not a minister,” Hastings protested.

“No, silly,” Maddy said sleepily. “He means marry us. We want to marry you. The first ceremony will be church sanctioned, of course, but we’re going to have another one at the Park, so that we can marry you. Freddy said he would preside at that one.”

Hastings didn’t know what to say for a moment. “Yes,” he finally whispered, overwhelmed at what they were saying. “I never thought to have anything like this for myself,” he told him. “I’ll marry you. I’d be a fool not to.”

The End