Always Alchemy: The Ever After Book (Alchemy #6)

15. The Milking Parlour

15

THE MILKING PARLOUR

DARCY

‘ U pstairs. Clothes off. Both of you. Now,’ Max orders as soon as we get home from the wedding, emptying his pocket paraphernalia quickly and noisily into the bowl on the console. I’m not sure if it’s the emotion of seeing another couple tie the knot as happily today as we did six months ago, or the knowledge that my ovulation test showed up positive this morning for the first time this month, but the man is raring to go.

He couldn’t breed me first thing, as I performed said test right before I went out to the hairdressers, but he’s damn well going to make sure he and Dex breed me now.

Our sex life has obviously been most excellent this past year—duh—but I have to admit that the boys’ attempts to knock me up have added a major frisson to our sessions. It’s like they’re on a mission. Rutting season is officially on in our house every four weeks and both my men are trying their damnedest to put me in the family way. It’s even got Dex’s alpha male side—usually less evident than Max’s—out to play.

I kick my heels off in the hallway and hold my hand up. Dex is also removing his shoes and about to follow me up the stairs like Max’s obedient little soldier. ‘Wait. Don’t move,’ I tell him.

He looks up from untying his shoelaces and I am reminded once again that I would go to the ends of the earth for this man; I would walk—no, dance —happily off the end of a plank for him, because those huge tiger eyes of his are quite the most bewitching sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.

‘Stay there,’ I say. ‘Both of you,’ I add, echoing Max’s words.

They watch in what looks like bewilderment as I hoist my gown up so I can walk up the sweeping staircase that intersects our beautiful hallway. When I reach the top, I turn around and let my dress drop. ‘Come here, Max.’ I crook my finger at him. ‘Come stand beside Dex.’ When they’re both standing together next to the massive, twinkling Christmas tree at the foot of the staircase, a sight for sore fucking eyes in their morning suits, I shoot them a dazzling smile.

‘First one to catch me is the first one to breed me.’

Dex’s jaw drops open.

Max grins wickedly as his foot hits the bottom step.

I laugh in delight and turn, making a run for it down the wide galleried corridor.

Game on.

I squeal as I sprint into our room, making a big leap onto the bed where I land, face down. The grunts from the boys and the anticipation of it all have my heart clattering behind my ribs. As they break noisily through the door, I push myself up onto my elbows and turn my head, the huge double doorframe affording me a view of them running straight at me.

Oh my sweet Lord, what a glorious, primal sight. The beasts in competition. The planet’s two hottest men, racing to ravish—or ravage, even—their damsel.

They’re neck and neck, but?—

Oof.

That’s the sound of the breath leaving my lungs as Dex grabs my ankles and pulls me down the bed towards him. ‘Got her!’ he shouts, his voice as jubilant as it is breathless. ‘She’s mine!’

‘Fucking hell,’ Max pants. ‘Beaten by Junior.’

I giggle. Junior is Max’s most recent nickname for Dex when he wants to dominate or demean him or just generally be a dick.

‘Fill me up, Junior,’ I mutter, letting my face collapse back into the cloud-like duvet. ‘Let me have it good and proper.’

‘For that, you’re going to get fucked hard,’ he snarls, shoving my dress up around my waist. ‘And no panties—that’s my good girl.’ He pushes my legs apart.

‘Never knowingly underexposed,’ Max mutters, and I laugh again. I’m in a very giddy mood this evening, despite the lack of alcohol, but only Max would put a filthy twist on the famous tagline of one of Britain’s most beloved department stores: never knowingly undersold. ‘How are you going to do it?’ he demands.

Never knowingly under-interfering. That’s our Max.

‘On her knees with her arse in the air and her head down.’ The bed dips behind me as Dex climbs between my legs, wrenching his belt and trousers noisily open. Next thing I know, he’s biting me hard on the arse, and I yelp in surprise and pain. ‘So fucking lush,’ he mutters. ‘God, I need to feel you from the inside so badly, angel.’

‘Please,’ I murmur as he straightens up behind me and rubs the place where he bit me. That bad, bad man Max has been teaching my lovely husband some filthy habits.

He shoves a couple of fingers inside me. ‘Jesus Christ, the female body is a miracle. So fucking wet already.’

Yup. When I’m ovulating I definitely don’t require any lube. Not for the baby-making hole, anyway. I push back against his fingers and moan, and Max springs into action. For such an esteemed corporate giant, that man’s handle on his FOMO is nothing short of infantile. At the sound of clothes rustling next to me, I turn my head and grin. He’s shedding his waistcoat and tie and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and I watch with delight as his beautiful, beautiful torso comes into view as Dex pumps me with his fingers from behind.

‘Ready for me?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes.

‘I’ve been ready all day. Fuck me already.’

‘Wait,’ Max orders, climbing onto the bed so he’s kneeling in front of me. ‘Okay, now you can go, Dex. Sweetheart, lift that arse up. Right up.’

I clamber to my knees and keep my head on the bed. There is nothing, and I mean nothing , like knowing you’re about to get fucked so hard and so well by these two. I could honestly do this and nothing else for the rest of my life (which could be problematic if we do in fact produce a small and helpless child who will presumably require some care and attention).

As soon as I’m in position, Dex rears up onto his knees and notches that lovely, blunt head against me .

‘God, you should see him,’ Max tells me. His hands slide under my chest to find my boobs, and he cups them. ‘He looks so fucking magnificent. He looks like he intends to fuck you to the ends of the earth and back again.’

‘Mmm,’ I say, shimmying dreamily as Max pinches my nipples. Dex grips my hips to hold me still before pushing in hard, and I’m pure sensation as I allow my husbands to work me, to fill me.

Dex pulls out slowly and drives back in, and I shunt forward, stretch my arms out on either side of Max so I can find some purchase.

‘What are you going to do to her, Dex?’ Max asks him in a tone we all know well. It’s aroused and ominous and has the power to soak me through.

‘I’m going to fuck her full of cum,’ Dex replies, fingers flexing on my hips, dick driving into me.

‘Good man. Hear that, sweetheart? And then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you full of my cum, and I’ll fuck all of Dex’s cum into you, too.’ He rolls my nipples savagely, and it feels so bloody great.

‘And then we’ll put a pillow under this beautiful arse and our fingers back inside you to hold it all in,’ Dex says, his thrusts growing faster, as if the mere thought of it is spurring him on.

‘Remember, Dex is an expert in all this,’ Max says smoothly. ‘Nice Catholic boy that he is. “Every sperm is sacred”, and all that.’

‘They are tonight,’ Dex promises. ‘Think you can go twice, Max?’

‘I know I can go twice. And I know you can, too, especially when we’ve got such a beautiful, fertile little wife with such a beautiful little cunt and she’s so fucking soaking for us.’ He slides one hand further down my body and palms my stomach. ‘That womb of yours is so ready for all the babies our big dicks can give you. Isn’t it?’

His voice grows closer, and I shiver as he leans down, invading my senses as Dex invades my pussy, over and over. I’m hurtling towards orgasm at a startling rate, every nerve ending bruisingly sensitive, every square millimetre of my flesh, outside and in, keening with the desire to have these men take me in every way.

‘Yes,’ I whisper. Obviously, I know the OG reason we have sex is to make babies. But we all spend so much of the first decade or two of being sexually active trying desperately not to have babies that it’s all too easy to separate the act from its natural conclusion.

Which is why, although we’re in a loving relationship and committed to building a family, this most natural and ancient and universal of acts feels absolutely fucking filthy in its very intentionality.

It’s Max’s words, I think. That man should go work for the Quinn app. He can make absolutely everything sound dirty. But it’s also the knowledge that I’m fertile and they’re virile and that when they shoot their loads inside me, over and over again, they will be aiming for the very core of my body. They’ll be aiming for the jackpot, basically.

All of which conspires to make me wetter and wetter.

‘I’m close,’ Dex grits out. ‘Fuck, this is too much. Are you close, angel?’

‘Yeah—’ I start to say, because I really am. My body is thrumming; my skin is on fire.

‘Hold it,’ Max orders. ‘Dex—that okay with you, if she holds it? I want her coming around my dick while I drive all your cum deeper inside her.’

Oh holy crap. I think I might expire.

‘Absolutely,’ Dex pants. ‘Fuck, why is it so hot that we’re just treating you like this baby-making machine? I’m not even going to give you an orgasm, for fuck’s sake.’

‘I’ll get there soon,’ I promise him. I am loving this so much. It’s like they’re my feudal overlords, intent on breeding me and breeding me until I’ve borne them an heir. These guys can use me every day of the week.

‘Oh, fuck,’ Dex groans, thickening and stiffening inside me as he prepares to shoot. ‘Fucking hell, take it, sweetheart. God— take it .’ He really, really lets me have it with borderline violent volleys of his hips that have his dick hitting my centre over and over and over. Max, sadistic bastard, removes his hands from my boobs and clamps them around my biceps, effectively holding me down, which does absolutely nothing to temper my arousal.

As Dex finishes coming inside me, Max releases me and springs off the bed. ‘Take it out,’ he orders. ‘Let me see.’

And then Dex is dragging slowly out of me, my orgasm-denied pussy pulsing at the loss, and I feel Max climb onto the bed next to me and two fingers that I suspect are his inspect me. Given the amount of fluid now inside me and the way his husband has just stretched me, they meet no resistance at all. On the contrary, my body welcomes his probing noisily, sloppily.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he says. ‘That’s a lot of cum. Feel that, love.’

Another finger joins his, and I moan in tortured ecstasy, because this is a lot of teasing. The next noise is indisputably the sound of my husbands kissing as they finger me together, which is not fucking fair.

‘Hey!’ I howl. ‘Max, get the fuck inside me!’

There’s muffled laughter, the kind that comes when one laughs inside someone else’s mouth, and then my arse is slapped and my pussy is empty .

‘Give me my orgasm,’ I demand, ‘right now, or no one’s getting any babies.’

‘You heard the lady,’ Dex says, coming around the bed. I smile at him, because his messy-haired, post-orgasmic, love-drunk appearance is something else. ‘You were amazing, angel,’ he says, clambering on to take Max’s former spot. ‘Now you get to come.’

Max flips me over onto my back, stuffs the pillow Dex lobs him under my arse and pushes inside me almost instantly. It’s never what I would call an easy fit with him, given his size, but today, my body sucks him in greedily with a giant squelch, the kind of wet noise that should objectively be horrifying, but we’re all too turned on, too invested, to care. On the contrary, it suits this little fill ‘er up game we’re playing quite nicely.

‘Jesus fuck,’ he manages. ‘It’s like a fucking swamp in here. This is crazy. ’

I groan as he starts to work me, Dex’s hands taking up where his left off on my nipples. This position is even better in every way. Dex has free rein on my boobs, and from where I’m splayed out I have the perfect view of both my men: Dex leaning over me, his tousled hair falling over his gorgeous face and Max, so lean and hot and dominant and intense. To my aroused, teased pussy, the way he’s fucking me is every single perfect thing that fucking should be: forceful and decisive and tight and filthy.

I stretch my arms out to the sides and I take it all, Max’s assault on my pussy, Dex’s assault on my nipples, the wonderful way my entire body is cultivating my climax as it soars everywhere—deep inside me and over every inch of my skin.

‘You’re going to come, I can feel it,’ Max huffs out. ‘God, look at you. So fucking beautiful. You’re going to come, and you’re going to take me with you, aren’t you, greedy girl? This body of yours wants every last drop of my cum, doesn’t it?’

I nod, fevered, alive to everything and nothing as my body capitulates to the most spectacular of onslaughts and I fall apart, shattering on this bed in front of my two lovers, my two loves, the heat coursing through me as molten, as devastating, as the unleashing of a deadly volcano. I milk Max, in turn, and the sight of him, kneeling proudly above me, brow furrowed and teeth gritted and eyes almost all black as I take him under is nothing short of magical.

As the ecstasy ebbs away until it’s nothing but flotsam on the surface of my consciousness, I’m barely aware of my husband pulling carefully out and saying in a voice treacle-thick with love and pleasure, ‘Two down, two to go.’