Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Briggs
I’m in dangerous territory, but I no longer care.
I’ve seen a different side of this sweet young thing, and there is a whole lot more to her than the minor detail that she’s my best friend’s little sister. And maybe I’m going to hell for this, but I don’t give a fuck.
She doesn’t answer right away, but she doesn’t need to. We both know that’s exactly why she came to Rock Creek. I’ve had her first kiss, and I’ll be dammed if I let anyone else be her first of anything.
Especially when I know firsthand that if I don’t give her what she’s looking for, she’ll go looking for it. And I don’t feel like getting into another fight.
Finally, she answers me. “Yes. I came here to get fucked.”
Those words on her sweet lips have my cock raging hard. I stand and offer her my hand, which she takes.
I lead her back into the living room and the couch. I sit and pat my lap for her to join me.
The weight of her feels good as she settles onto my lap. I like having her so close. But I need her closer.
Her hair is mussed from earlier, so I reach up and release the rest of it from the knot on the top of her head, and her dark locks tumble over her bare shoulders.
“Better.”
Her lips curve up into a soft, shy smile, so I tilt her chin up with one finger and press my lips to hers in a kiss. This time it’s softer, but there’s no less heat behind it.
Her lips yield immediately to mine, parting just a little.
I take my time exploring her mouth while my free hand moves slowly over her shoulders and down her back to rest on her hip.
When I move my lips to the tender spot below her ear, I graze her sensitive skin with my teeth and she sucks in a breath.
A sigh escapes her as I start kissing her neck, moving lower, to her collarbone.
I let my fingers trace the swell of her full tits. She’s been teasing me with this cleavage all day, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her perfect globes.
But not yet. There’s one more thing we need to take care of first.
Mia’s gasping with need and squirming on my lap. But it’s not until she breathes my name that I know she’s ready.
“Yes, Mia? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to…”
“Tell me, Mia.”
She’s so needy, she doesn’t hesitate. “I need you to fuck me. Please,” she begs. “Will you be my first?”
I sit back and put a little space between us. “I would love nothing more than to be your first, Mia.” She sags with relief, but freezes a moment later when I add, “But first you’re going to get a spanking.”
Mia
“A what?”
There’s no way I heard him right. A spanking?
They shouldn’t, but the words have my pussy slick with need.
“You were a very naughty girl, running away earlier.” He’s serious. There’s no trace of humor in his voice. “You put me in a very difficult situation, Mia. I had to get in a fight because of you.”
My face burns with shame but despite his chastising, his words are smooth and soothing.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Briggs. I didn’t mean to—”
“Ah, but you did mean to, didn’t you?”
I have no choice but to nod.
“Exactly. Which is why you need to be a good girl and take your punishment, don’t you?”
Again, I nod as if my body is no longer my own. And to my complete surprise, I want him to do it.
“Stand up, Mia.”
I do as he says.
Briggs shifts himself on the couch and spreads his legs wider before patting his lap again. “Lay down.”
With a swallow, I do what I’m told. His legs are hard beneath my soft belly, and Briggs shifts me so that my upper body is resting on the couch, and my pussy is pressed against his hard thigh. My ass is raised and presented.
He pushes my tiny skirt up around my hips and takes a moment to smooth his palm over my cotton panties.
“Cute,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“But they’re going to have to go.” He tugs them down to my knees, leaving me exposed and bare.
“Your panties are soaked, Mia.” His voice is calm and controlled when I feel anything but. “Did you know that?”
I nod.
“Getting in trouble turns you on, doesn’t it?”
It all turns me on! I want to yell. Everything about Briggs and this night is turning me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. But I don’t have a chance to answer because the sharp sting of his palm hits my right ass cheek.
I can’t help it—I cry out but, at the same time, there’s a gush of wetness between my legs.
Briggs moves his huge hand over my buttocks, soothing me, and right when the sting has all but vanished, he does it again. This time, a smack lands on the other cheek.
Again, I cry out, but this time it’s followed by a moan that I can’t believe came from me.
“Good girl, Mia,” he murmurs, while he again soothes my cheek.
I’m not ready for it when it happens again. And then again. My cries are mingled with deep moans I don’t recognize as my own.
This time, the gush between my legs is enough that he notices. He skips the soothing rub and instead swipes two fingers between my legs and the wet slick there.
“Oh!” I suck in a sharp breath at the touch of him on my slit.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you, Mia? You like your little spanking, don’t you?”
In response, I wriggle my hips, looking for release from the intense pressure that’s building.
I’ve never felt this way before. Like I’m going to explode.
I don’t know whether I want that, or whether I should fight against it.
The sensations are all swirling through me so fast and hard that I can’t process any of them.
But he doesn’t relieve the pressure between my legs. Not even close. Instead, Briggs scoops up a finger full of the slick between my legs and rubs it on my burning ass cheeks. The cool air in the room is in sharp contrast to my hot skin.
“We’re not done here yet, Mia.” His voice is so deep and sexy, that it’s only adding to my desire. “Tell me, are you sorry you ran off on me earlier?”
“Yes.” My voice is barely audible through my neediness. “I’m sorry, Briggs.”
“Good girl.” His palm lands again on my sore ass. “And are you sorry that I had to fight for you, Mia?”
“Yes,” I moan. My hips move desperately against his leg.
I no longer feel the heat in my buttocks; all I feel is an intense pressure that desperately needs release or I’m sure it will be the end of me.
“Yes, Briggs. I’m sorry.” He slaps me again, and this time, I almost break apart.
My moans are mixed with sobs of need. “Please, Briggs. Please.” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for, but instinctually I know he’s the only one who can give it to me.
“Good girl, Mia,” Briggs murmurs. His hands are everywhere, soothing my red-hot bottom and spreading my legs apart.
And then his fingers are inside me. First one thick finger squeezes into my tight, untouched passage.
And then, somehow, another…until I’m stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
Briggs
She’s so tight. Impossibly so. But my girl is also really wet. Her pussy is dripping, soaking my jeans with her juices. It’s an incredible turn-on to have her so needy and wanting for me.
I had no choice but to give her the spanking. She earned it, my naughty little girl.
And to my extreme delight, not only did she take it like a champ, she fucking loved it. Her ass is going to be sore for days, a thought that gives me extreme pleasure because every time she sits down, she’s going to remember tonight and how naughty she was.
She is also going to remember this.
My girl is desperate to come. And I’m going to make sure she remembers her first time for the rest of her life.
She gasps as I plunge and twist my fingers inside her soft, tight cunt.
“I…oh…Briggs…” She can hardly formulate words, her breath coming fast.
And as much as I would love to see the look on her face when she breaks apart for the first time, I can’t wait another second. Besides, the view of her freshly spanked ass is pretty fucking hot.
I spread her legs farther apart, and with my free hand, find her clit while maintaining the twisting and pumping of my fingers.
She gasps and lets out a sexy mewl when I pinch her hard, throbbing bud for the first time.
At the same time, I curl my fingers up inside her, hitting just the right spot.
And with the dual points of pressure on both her clit and her g-spot, my naughty little girl shatters.
Mia cries out as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her. When I feel her start to relax, I increase my pressure on her tight bud again, and once more she breaks.
My fingers are soaked in her juices, my jeans ruined. And I fucking love it.
Finally, after shattering her for a third and final time, I reluctantly move my hands away from her sweet pussy and pull her limp body into my arms.
Her face is a mask of bliss. Her lips open in a perfect O, her eyes mostly shut. I smooth the hair back from her face and kiss her softly until she kisses me back, hungry for more.