Chapter Sixteen
If I could spit in his face, I would. But the repercussions weren’t worth the energy.
Plus, I had my cheek squashed flat on the bonnet of my car. I’d already dug myself a big enough hole, I didn’t need to keep digging. It”s worth it though, he is up to something and I know it”s going to be deliciously painful…for me.
“Nope. My pussy is closed. So sorry,” I objected playfully. I was absolutely not fucking him. He could stew in that thought. I squirmed as his free hand planted on me, setting my skin alight with the back of his hand as he trailed it upward. No, push the thought out. Don’t give in to him.
“Naughty girl, you shouldn’t need any more reminders.” His words rolled off his tongue and through my veins like a drug. Drip was back to his normal self again, not like he was that night.
Possessive.
Controlling.
And needy.
“Reminders of what, exactly?” I humoured him. As much as I tried to hide it, my tone was too low and broken. I couldn’t help it. I needed him. Always. And not the Drip that he was around Roe. I needed my Drip. My brother. He hesitated his response, the air between us cracking.
“You know the answer to that. So are you going to be a good girl or not?”
“That depends.”
“On what, sis?”
“On if you’re going to leave me like that again. You know how much—” I weakened, but he cut me off.
“You deserved it.” He slid his hand over my ass and gripped my hip, then jolted my ass against his erection again.“Now. I’m going to ask again,” he growled. The sensation of his hot breath in my ear buzzed to my clit, making my mouth water.
I gasped as something cool and firm trailed up my leg, stopping at the arc of my thigh. I mindlessly tried to close my legs but he held them spread with his. He slowly pressed it into my now-wet slit.
“Jesus fucking hell.” I blew out a whine. The pressure. I held in a breath and furrowed my brows to focus on the object that was very deep inside me. My head fuzzed as everything swelled to accommodate its length. It was smooth, like acrylic or resin maybe. It was thick and very long, and I could feel that it was cylinder-shaped. Whatever the fuck it is, I am in for a treat…punishment.
Drip stopped pushing when he felt resistance. I gagged involuntarily to the immense constraint, and then he pushed it a little further. Oh, hell.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” His words were merely a whispered moan. At that point, I was completely speechless, breathless, feeling my pussy clench around what I assumed was his car”s shifter. He withdrew his fingers, leaving the object inside me and tenderly rubbed my ass. I opened my mouth to say something—anything. But nothing but air and whimpers left my lips. My pussy pulsated again as he played with my hair, taking a section of it around his hand. He grumbled something I didn’t fully register, and then he tilted my head back enough so that whatever was in my pussy hit the brink of my inner wall again from the pressure of his thigh. I”m about to crumble for him here and now.
“You didn’t answer my question. You speak when spoken to, do you understand?”
“Mhmm,” was all I could mutter out. His fingers found my clit and worked me tightly.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, I will be your good girl,” I moaned my defeat, then he spun me around to face him with such speed I got whiplash. Without warning, he stole my air with a kiss, keeping my head prisoner to his hand as it held the nape of my neck. His taste liquified my legs entirely.
“You’re going to be my good girl and win the race for your brother…with this inside you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered with as much truth as I could possess.
“And what are you going to do after you win for me?”
“I don’t —” I hadn’t a clue what he wanted me to do.
“You’re going to wait at the finish line for me. I want you face down and your ass up on that fucking bonnet. Am I understood, sis?”
“Yes.” Jesus fucking Christ, can we do it now?
“Good. Now, go win me that race. If you can manage to do it without passing out.”
I took one step forward as Drip walked off and the object between my legs took my breath away. It twitched, and rolled and…vibrated? “Oh, fuck,” I muttered to myself. It was better than any dildo. What in the actual fuck is he doing to me? Every theory made me doubt that it was a shifter. The vibration felt like kegel balls, but the shape was almost identical to the gear shifter he had in his car, and the one I used in mine.
This is going to be a long—painful night.
A familiar-sounding engine rolled closer. The exact same car as mine, only in bright pink. A Nissan Skyline GTR R35. It stopped and two bright pink high-heeled shoes with straps up to the knees came from under the suicide door and then a drop-dead bombshell of a woman followed. My rival for tonight —and the first woman to ever race me.
She was tall and slender, tits a bare handful but an ass you could see from the side. Peroxide blonde hair, with tones of brown and black underneath. Mmm, yummy.
“Twister?” She smiled, swaying towards me. She held out her hand and I shook it. What am I, famous? “It’s an honour.”
“What’s your name, pretty?” I flirted, unable to ignore the constant humming in my pussy.
“Ivy.”
“Nice car, Ivy.”
“Thanks. It’s inspired by you.”
“I can see that. Right down to the little number plate on display in your window—‘warped.’ But I already own a nice GTR. I don’t need another one,” I threatened, just slightly.
“What makes you think you’re going to win?” Ivy added, matching my energy. Which made me squirm with delight and arousal.
“I don’t think. I know,” I snickered. Now I know this is why the race is so popular tonight.Girl on girl. The truth was, I didn’t need any more cars. But I bet that pussy tasted like fucking mangoes. “Are you aware of the rules of this race, Ivy?”
“I assume so?” She questioned in barely a breath.
“Okay. Tell me, have you been with a woman before?”
“What?” Her cheeks flushed in an instant, those once pale cheeks showing all of her innocence. She was like a female version of Mitch. And didn’t that make things more…interesting? I knew she was going to be fun to play with.
I stepped forward with everything that I could, squeezing my thighs together and stepping into her little bubble that she clearly melted under. I was slightly taller than her, which worked in my favour. I tenderly brushed her chin with my thumb, and she reacted immediately with a gaspy inhale.
“Have you been with a woman, Ivy?” I asked her slower than the last, and as though no one was around us. But that just simply wasn’t true. I smirked insincerely, turning around to let her eyes wander over everyone. She swallowed and looked back at me, then looked at Drip. He was standing next to Roe, who hadn’t taken his hungry eyes off Ivy.
“But what if I win?”
“Either way, I still get to fuck you, Ivy.” I was so fucking turned on.
“What about…him?” She squeaked, turning her gaze back to Drip. “He’s hot as fuck. Is he—your boyfriend?”
“My brother,” I corrected her with a flared nose. A strange sensation made its course through my veins, like anger, but not.
“Oh, even better. I can take him too then.”
I laughed, and she joined in as if she knew why I began laughing in the first place. Okay, I’ll entertain the thought. But touch him and I’ll rip your clit from between your legs and make you fucking eat it.