Chapter 5
FIVE
Esmeralda
I wake to wetness between my thighs.
For a moment, I lie perfectly still, my eyes closed, feeling the sticky warmth of cum leaking from my pussy. My core aches in the most delicious way—tender and sore, thoroughly used.
Last night comes back to me in fragments. Lane's mouth on my breast. Rhett's fingers stretching me. The impossible fullness of both of them inside me at once.
My pussy clenches at the memory, and I feel more cum seep out.
God.
I've never felt anything like it. The stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely. I remember waking briefly, my body caught between sleep and consciousness, aware only of the intense pleasure radiating through me as they moved inside me.
Two cocks. At the same time.
My cheeks burn even though I'm alone. But underneath the embarrassment is something else. Satisfaction. The deep, bone-level contentment that comes from having a need you didn't even know you had finally met.
I don't want to get out of bed. I want to stay here, feeling the evidence of what they did to me, replaying every sensation.
But then I hear crying from the nursery.
The babies.
I sit up with a wince. My pussy protests the movement, muscles protesting from being stretched so wide. I can feel the soreness radiating through my core, a constant reminder of how thoroughly they used me.
I love it.
I slip out of bed and pull on fresh panties, wincing again as the fabric settles against my tender flesh. Then I grab a robe and hurry to the nursery.
Noah and Nora are both awake, fussing in their cribs. The moment they see me, their cries soften slightly.
"I'm here," I murmur, lifting Nora first. "Shh, sweet girl. I've got you."
She settles against my shoulder immediately, her little hands gripping my robe. I pick up Noah with my other arm, balancing both babies against my chest.
My breasts ache. They're full again, heavy and tender. But my pussy is thoroughly satisfied in a way it's never been before.
I settle into the rocking chair and adjust Nora against my left breast. She latches on immediately, her mouth working rhythmically.
The relief is instant. The pressure in my breast eases as milk flows, and I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation.
This is what I was made for. Nurturing. Caring. Feeding these precious babies.
Noah fusses slightly, and I shift him to my other breast. Within seconds, both babies are nursing contentedly.
I hum softly, rocking them gently. This moment—this quiet, domestic peace—fills something inside me I didn't know was empty.
I want this. I want children of my own. A houseful of them. I want to wake up to tiny hands reaching for me, to spend my days feeding and loving and watching them grow.
And I want Lane and Rhett to give them to me.
The thought makes my heart race. These men—these impossibly kind, devastatingly attractive men—have given me everything I've ever dreamed of in just a few days.
Safety. Security. Desire. Acceptance.
And last night, they gave me pleasure beyond anything I'd ever imagined.
The door opens quietly. I glance up to find Lane standing in the doorway, holding a tray.
"Morning," he says softly.
"Morning."
He crosses the room and sets the tray on the small table beside the rocking chair. There's coffee—exactly how I like it—and a plate with toast, eggs, and fruit.
"You brought me breakfast?"
"You need to eat." His gaze drops to the babies nursing at my breasts, and something warm flickers in his eyes. "Especially after last night."
My cheeks heat. "Lane."
"How's your pussy feeling?"
I nearly choke. "Lane!"
He smirks. "That's not an answer."
I look down at the babies, unable to meet his eyes. "Sore. But... in a good way."
"Good."
I glance up at him. "It was incredible. I've never felt anything like that."
"We liked it too." His voice is rough. "We want to do it again."
My core clenches, and I feel a fresh trickle of soreness between my thighs. "I wouldn't mind that."
Lane's expression softens. He crouches beside the rocking chair, his hand settling gently on my knee. "When you're done feeding them, I want to take care of you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
Something about his certainty makes my chest ache.
After the babies are fed and settled, Lane makes me sit on the edge of the bed while Noah and Nora play on a blanket nearby.
He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp washcloth.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
My face burns. "Lane, I can do it myself."
"I know. But I want to do it."
I hesitate, then slowly part my thighs. Lane kneels between them, his movements gentle as he presses the warm cloth against my pussy.
I gasp at the sensation. The warmth soothes the soreness, and his touch is so careful, so tender.
He wipes away the dried cum, cleaning me thoroughly. Then he tosses the cloth aside and leans forward, pressing soft kisses along my inner thighs.
"You took us so well," he murmurs against my skin. "You were perfect."
I can't speak. My throat is too tight.
Lane kisses higher, his lips brushing close to my pussy before he pulls back. "I ordered food for you. It'll be here in an hour. I want you to eat everything."
"Lane."
"You need to replenish your energy." He stands and brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "We're going to take care of you, Esme. Always."
Tears prick my eyes. I've never had anyone take care of me like this. Never had anyone see me as something worth protecting.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He kisses my forehead. "Rhett will be home tonight. He's been thinking about you all day."
My heart skips. "He has?"
"We both have."
That evening, I'm in the nursery again, nursing Noah. Nora is already asleep in her crib, her little face peaceful.
Noah's mouth works rhythmically at my breast, and I stroke his soft hair, marveling at how content I feel.
This is everything. The warm weight of a baby in my arms. The quiet hum of the house around us. The knowledge that I'm providing exactly what he needs.
I can't wait to be pregnant. To feel my own baby growing inside me. To know that my womb is creating a life and my breasts are filling with milk to nourish it.
The fantasy fills my mind. My belly swollen and round. My breasts even fuller than they are now. Lane and Rhett's hands on my skin, their voices murmuring praise.
I'm so lost in the thought that I don't hear footsteps until Rhett speaks.
"God, you look beautiful like that."
I glance up, startled. Rhett is standing in the doorway, still dressed in his work clothes. His tie is loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
And he's staring at me with the kind of hunger that makes my core clench.
"Rhett, you're back already?"
He steps into the room, his gaze fixed on Noah nursing at my breast. "You look so motherly. So nourishing. I love seeing you nursing, you know that? The first time you did it, Lane and I lost our minds. We couldn't believe someone could look so hot while giving so much of herself to a baby."
My cheeks heat. "It feels good. Feeding him, I mean. The way his little mouth suckles... it makes my body feel warm. Cozy. I feel anchored when the children are suckling on my breasts, like I have a purpose. Like I'm needed."
Rhett's jaw tightens. "Guess who else needs you, babygirl?" His wicked grin transforms into a bigger smile. "I know a way to make it feel even better."
I blink. "What?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he crosses to the armchair in the corner of the nursery and sits. Then, without breaking eye contact, he undoes his belt.
My breath catches. "Rhett, what are you doing?"
He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.
I gasp at the sight of it being unveiled. His dick is enormous. Thick and veiny, already hard and flushed dark with arousal. The head is swollen, glistening with pre-cum.
I can't believe that monstrous penis was inside me last night.
Rhett strokes himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come sit on my lap, sweetheart. I'm going to give you what your body needs after a day spent taking care of other people."
My heart pounds. "Rhett, I'm feeding Noah."
"I know. That's the point." His voice drops, becoming rough and commanding. "I want to fuck you while you breastfeed. I want to watch milk spraying from your tit while you nurse like a good, milky babysitter."
Heat floods through me. My pussy clenches, and I feel a rush of wetness between my thighs.
God, that's filthy. Taboo. Completely inappropriate.
And I want it.
I stand carefully, adjusting Noah so he stays latched to my breast. His little hands knead my flesh, and his mouth continues working rhythmically, oblivious to what's about to happen.
I cross the room slowly, my legs trembling. Rhett watches me approach, his hand still stroking his cock.
When I reach him, he reaches out and grabs my hips, turning me around so my back is to him.
"Good girl," he murmurs. "Now pull your panties down."
I obey, using one hand to tug my panties over my hips and let them drop to my ankles. The cool air brushes against my bare pussy, and I shiver.
Rhett's hands grip my hips, guiding me backward until I'm positioned directly over his cock.
"Now sit."
I lower myself slowly. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I gasp at the stretch.
I'm still sore from last night. But the soreness only makes the sensation more intense.
Rhett doesn't give me time to adjust. His hands tighten on my hips, and he pulls me down hard, impaling me on his cock.
I cry out. Noah makes a small sound but continues nursing, his mouth never leaving my nipple.
"Fuck," Rhett groans. "You're so tight. Even after last night, your pussy is gripping me like a vice."
I can't speak. His cock is so deep inside me, stretching me impossibly wide. I can feel every ridge, every vein, pressing against my inner walls.
Rhett starts moving, bouncing me on his lap. The motion jostles Noah slightly, but he seems to enjoy it, his little legs kicking happily.
"That's it," Rhett murmurs. "Feed him while I fuck you. Let him drink from your tit while I fill your pussy."
His words send a shockwave through me. My core clenches around his cock, and Rhett groans.
"You like that, don't you?" His hand slides around to cup my other breast, squeezing roughly. "You like being used like this. Like a perfect little breeding cow."
I whimper. Noah's mouth pulls harder at my nipple, and I feel milk spray into his mouth. Rhett is manhandling my other breast, making it drip milk onto my skin,.
"God, you're making a mess, spraying milk all over your pretty tits and stomach. You look so hot when you're leaking," Rhett says, his tone impassioned. "I want to lick every drop of milk on your skin."
His words sends shivers down my spine. Just imagining his tongue between my breasts, trailing up my hard nipple, makes my pussy wet.
Rhett's cock drives deeper, his hips snapping up to meet mine.
The friction is unbearable, pleasure and pain mixing until I can't tell them apart.
Every thrust sends a firestorm of heat straight to my core.
My stomach muscles are melting from the warmth he's generating inside my pussy.
It flows through my veins, filling every part of my body with indescribable pleasure.
"I'm so close," I gasp, feeling my pussy contracting harder. It's inevitable now. "I can't stop anymore."
"Then come," Rhett orders. "Come on my cock while you feed my son."
The words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Rhett's cock. Milk sprays from my breast, and Noah drinks greedily, his little hands kneading my flesh.
Rhett groans and thrusts up hard one last time. I feel his cock pulse inside me, filling me with his cum.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Noah finishes nursing and pulls away, sleepy, his little face content.
Rhett lifts me carefully off his cock, and I feel his cum leak out, warm and sticky between my thighs.
"Perfect," he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. "You look fucking perfect like this, pussy swollen and leaking cum, a sleepy baby in your arms, and your breasts dripping."
I can't speak. My body is trembling, my mind still reeling from what just happened.
But underneath the shock is something else.
Satisfaction.
This is what I've always wanted. To be desired. To be used. To be loved in all the ways I've dreamed of.
And with Lane and Rhett, I'm finally getting it.