I swear these guys have all flipped a fucking switch, before we taunted each other, using our words to attack, not to soothe. I’ve never wanted my brother’s attention, well, not that I’d admit. I’ve always been a girl who loves attention. But it's like the floodgates have opened, and I’d do almost anything to have them whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
The car is getting closer as I walk to the beat of my heart. I realize that I’m nearly running when I touch the car, stopping suddenly. Letting out a jagged breath, I fog up the window. I just want to get through the rest of the school year. To get away from everyone in this stupid town. We aren’t a large city, therefore people know things. Things you don’t want them to know, and if I keep with this path I’m on, everyone will know the real me.
They’ll know that I crave the touch from my step-brother, or that I need them to call me a good girl. That I’ll literally drop to my knees if they ask. Any of them, Colson or Dashell. Hell, the feeling I got when Mitchell touched me was enough to make me want to fall to my knees just to hear him whisper those to simple words.
“Good girl.” I hear the words, making my knees buckle, I manage to stay upright though. Even though I feel like I’m being torn in half inside. I turn to see Mitch’s devilish smile. “Get in.” I do as I’m told, climbing into the back seat behind the driver. I’ve never been allowed to sit in the front, and I didn’t even think about the fact that it was just the two of us, and I could’ve probably gotten into the front seat.
The doors shut, then he starts the car. The rumble of the engine is enough to vibrate my seat, pulling a soft moan from me. I’m so fucking horny that I feel like I could explode. Erupting in the back seat if only I could slide a finger between my legs. Mitch puts the car in drive and leaves the church parking lot.
Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, pressing my thighs together just to appease the ache. My body naturally rocks, letting the pressure build. “Ahhh,” I moan. “I can’t wait,” I whisper to myself. The music in the car will have to do for cover.
My right hand begins the descent down, as my left one rubs up my breast to my neck. Letting my knees fall apart, I lift my skirt not giving a fuck about Mitch being up front. If I don’t cum soon, I feel like I’ll be pulled apart. The heat from my body fogs my window, I can barely see through it with slit eyes. But I don’t care.
Dancing fingers play with my sensitive bundle of nerves in slow circles, that only pull me further into oblivion. A moan escapes my lips. “Ronni. Just hold on.” Mitch’s voice breaks through my spell, but not enough to stop me. The burn inside of me begs for release. A need so deep that I can’t handle it anymore.
The car skids to a stop, causing me to look out the window, trees. Lots of trees. Mitch climbs out of the front, leaving the car on. My door opens quickly. “Ronni,” Mitch growls my name. “You need to stop, you’re overwhelming me.”
“It hurts,” I moan, as I continue to finger myself. My body rocking to my own rhythm, taunting him. My body betrays me, and right now I need the release. I feel the pull to be with him, the want so deep that if he doesn’t touch me I could literally fucking die.
“I know, baby. I know. Let me help you.” Mitchell’s hand covers mine as he helps my fingers move.
Letting out a growl of my own, I feel my body take over. The need to be with him, to feel him. Touch him. Fuck, I need him. My fingers move to the button on his pants. “Not yet,” he whispers against my neck. I ignore him though, undoing the pants and shoving my hand down to grip his cock. It's firm and thick. Wrapping my fingers around it, I begin to stroke it as he slips a finger into me. My mind wanders to Colson and Dash, but only for a second. Mitch is here, and as bad as this sounds, I want him right now.
“Please,” I gasp. Ragged breaths escape my lips as I beg him for it.
“We’re in a public park, Ronni. I can’t fuck you here,” Mitch says, as he continues to fill me with his fingers. I push him off me and jump out of the car. I rip his pants and boxers down his legs, turn around putting my ass in the air as I lean over the seat, hiking one leg up. I’m not entirely sure what’s come over me, but I can’t seem to help myself.
I hear him growl, but then I feel it. The tip of him against me. “Do it,” I beg. “Take the burn away.” With those four words, that’s all he needs, and I feel him bury deep inside of me with a grunt. The sudden intrusion is deep and fulfilling. Hitting an itch so far in me that could only be taken care of like this.
“Ronni. It’s not supposed to be like this.” He grips my skirt in his hands as he starts to pull out of me. “Jesus Christ, you feel better than I could have ever imagined.” He thrusts back into me.
In quick rhythmic movements, he pistons in and out of me. Building a heat in me that I feel like I could split apart. I scream out his name as I grab the seat, readying myself for what’s about to happen. My body feels the soothing touch deep inside as he thrusts into me, filling me with the need for more. Wanting him to take it all the way.
Fingers lace into my hair pulling my head back. “Mine,” he growls, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. Why is he biting me? I scream out as my body is wracked with an orgasm so intense, it explodes behind my eyes. An array of colors dancing for me.
Something inside of me grows, pushing him deeper into me. “Oh myyyy.” I let out another scream as I feel like I’m being stretched to my max. The weight of him pushing against me digs the seat into my stomach, pleasure and pain surrounding my body.
Mitch releases my shoulder from his bite. “Fuck.” He grunts as he stills deep inside of me, pushing me hard against the seat. He lets out a ragged breath. I wait for a second, but he doesn’t move.
“Uh, Mitch.” I push back against him, trying to get him off me.
“Sorry, sweetheart. We’re stuck for a minute.” He laughs. I turn my head back to look at him with confusion. “I tried to tell you no. But I couldn’t resist you, I was completely overwhelmed. The need to soothe your heat was too powerful. Your scent drove me insane, and I needed to claim you.”
“My heat? What the hell, I’m not a fucking dog.” I try to wiggle away from him, but the pain is too much, pinching me between my legs.
“I’m swollen inside of you. It’s gonna take a moment for it to go down.” Mitch shrugs. He fucking shrugs.
“And that means what exactly?” I ask, probably more annoyed that I meant it to be. But what the fuck? I had sex with Dash, and we didn’t have this problem.
“That, the knot at the base of my dick is stuck inside your tight, greedy little pussy until it goes down.” I'm sorry, what? I try to pull away again, but it seems pointless, hurting me each time I move.
“Why do you have a knot? Dash and Col? Do they?” I flip my head forward.
“Yes. But not until they have sex for the first time with someone in heat.” Mitch rubs my ass softly, like he’s being tender with me. I begin to feel a relaxing feeling between my legs as the pressure softens. “Almost done, sweetheart.” He moves slightly, almost pulling a moan from me.
“I’m gonna need a whole lot more information when we’re done,” I say, feeling him fall out of me. I let out a sigh. “Damn, that was hot as fuck.” I’ve spent my entire life being a good girl, doing as everyone asked. All because my mother told me that only God could judge me. When I lost my faith, I lost my need to please everyone all the time. At home, I’ve let myself say and do what I want. Within reason of course. I still like being a decent human, but if there’s no God, then I have no need to be such a good girl.
“It’ll only subdue it for a little while. You weren’t supposed to have sex until after school ended.” Mitch kisses my ass, giving it a good squeeze. “Fuck that was worth the trouble I’ll be in later.”