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Fantasy Wendy drops her lollipop. I’m pretty sure she’s drooling, but Knight has my attention.
“Fuck the auction, then fuck me.” His voice is low and possessive. He stands and unzips his pants. I hand Fantasy Wendy her lollipop so she has something to suck on. It’s not like I haven’t seen a penis before. I just haven’t seen one that makes me want to drop to my knees while simultaneously riding it. Sure, it’s physically impossible, but my eyes flit to Axel and Nova. We could improvise.
What is wrong with me? And why is my brother letting me stare when I return my eyes to him? Nope. This isn’t a four-hour porn session. I just need to lose my freaking virginity. Tab A. Slot B. Let’s go.
I turn around, bending over the bench. His tip prodding at my sopping wet entrance might as well be a cattle prod. Electricity zings through my entire body. His pressure is enough to shove my body forward into the bench, but not enough to enter me.
My core knots with an insane intensity. Way better than my vibrator.
I shove my hips back, forcing his tip into me a tiny bit. My lips strain and stretch around him. The sharp sting is eclipsed by his groans and the pain of his fingers digging into my hips. The pain is nothing worse than I put up with in roller derby, and the good parts are way better.
I can’t believe it. I’m having sex for the first time. I’m officially not a virgin. I want to have a party. I want to scream it in my father’s face—to the world, that virginity is a stupid way to gauge a woman’s worth, but all I can think about is how much I need the rest of Knight’s cock inside of me.
I use the bench for leverage as Knight pumps slow and hard behind me. One of his hands returns to my hair, fisting a braid, pulling my head back. My entire body is alive. I wish I’d taken my clothes off. My nipples are beaded so hard, I can feel them dragging across the bench through my bra and shirt. I want to feel his entire body the way I feel his cock. I want to slide over him, our skin slick with perspiration.
Ineedthis to end as quickly as possible. That’s going to be easy. I’m plunging wickedly fast toward the abyss of release. The moment I lose control, a rhythmic pulsing of my sex tightens and relaxes around his shaft. His hand slides from my hair onto my shoulder, and he drives himself into me, thrusting hard and fast.
The throbbing of his cock matches the growls pouring from him, and is followed by the warmth of his release streaming down my legs, then the warmth of his body leaning over me. I could get used to this.
No! Fantasy Wendy, get back in your cage.
His still-hard cock makes it hard for me to think rationally. I need to end this. We’re not here to cuddle. Movement catches my attention and helps a few brain cells fire up. I’d forgotten all about the people watching.
One man has his arms wrapped around a woman. His fingers are tucked between her legs, and based on her mouth hanging open… Oh my gosh! I’m watching her orgasm. It gets my insides ready to go again.
Shoot. This isn’t going right. I need to get out of here before I jump all of my brothers.
“Thank you.” I find the words tumbling from my lips as his cock twitches inside of me. “Mission accomplished.”
Normally my awkwardness would distract the people around me, give me a chance to escape, but Knight wraps his arms around my waist, keeping his lips at my ear.
“Don’t call this a mission and don’t call it accomplished.”
“Well, it is. I needed to have sex.”
“And you can keep having it.” Why does his low voice make me warm inside?
“No need. We’ve already overachieved. Made sure there were witnesses.”
He slides his cock from me and Nova offers his pocket square. It’s like using a tissue to clean a gallon of spilled milk, but I try.
“Wendy, I don’t want this to end.”
My name on Knight’s lips makes the moment oddly personal.
“It has to, Knight. You’re my brother.”
“Yourstepbrother.”
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Wendy
Noneofusknewhow to handle what happened last night. Under the ‘mission accomplished’ pretense, I went home. Thankfully, I’d moved out of my dad’s house, but I paid for my little house with his money.
I would take comfort in having a job, but it’s at my dad’s company. The family that once offered me security has a stranglehold on my life.
Without a honeymoon to rush off to and no desire to use my ticket in case my supposed-to-be husband decides to use his, I go to morning roller derby practice. At the very least I need to field the questions my bridesmaids will have about the wedding.
