Page 42 of Light My Fire

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he says against my jaw. “So tight. You’re so perfect, Brooke.”

I work on just breathing. His finger is so much better than anything I’ve ever done to myself.

“How many guys have gotten this far?” he asks, sliding his finger out, then in again.

I wet my lips and shake my head. “None.”

He pauses. He shifts over me, so I have to look into his eyes. “None? No one’s ever even done this to you?”

I shake my head again. “No. Kissing. Touching my breasts. That’s it.”

He breathes out, looking amazed. “Okay,” he says, almost to himself. “Well, that’s a very nice discovery.”

“Is it?” I ask. “You all seemed so weird about finding out I was a virgin last night. Is it really nice to know I’ve never even… done this?”

He moves his finger in and out, leaning in close and dragging his mouth over mine. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.Knowing I’m the first to touch and pleasure and stretch this pretty pussy? The first to get to experience what it’s like when you come? This is the best fucking night of my life.”

I feel the beginning coils of an orgasm from just that one finger and what he’s saying to me.

“Jackson and… Luke,” I say. It feels strange to say other men’s names when I’m in bed with Wyatt with his fingerthere.

Or I feel like itshouldfeel weird. But it doesn’t.

In fact, Wyatt’s eyes seem to darken a bit.

“What about Jackson and Luke?” he asks, moving that finger in and out in a steady rhythm.

“They acted weird about it.”

But Wyatt shakes his head. “Not weird. So fucking turned on they didn’t know what to do.”

He kisses me deeply as he pumps his finger deep. His thumb rubs over my clit and my orgasm is right there, hovering, needing just a little more speed and pressure. I lift my hips a little, pressing closer to his hand.

When he lifts his head, I can’t help but ask, “Really? That was turned on?”

He laughs softly, looking down at his hand between my legs. “The idea of how sweet you are, how all these other stupid men have been walking around and not realizing what was right in front of them, but we were sitting there with you, in your underwear, in a hot tub, far from civilization… yeah, it hit hard.”

“Oh.” I don’t really understand that, but I believe him.

“And they were thinking that it’s a lot of pressure to be with a virgin,” he says, sliding a second finger inside me.

I moan. The extra stretch is nice. He leans over and sucks on the nipple closest to him and I’m hit by a stronger wave of pleasure.

“Is it?” I ask, somehow. He said he wanted me to talk, and he doesn’t seembotheredby me asking about Jackson and Luke. “They were… intimidated by it?”

He nods. “They knew it would need to be extra good and special. Jackson likes things to be a little more… playful. Less serious.”

His fingers move together a little faster and I feel my pussy tighten around them.

I feel a little bad, but I think about Jackson and what sex with him might be like, how it might be different. But I’m not really sure I get it.

“And Luke,” Wyatt continues, adding his thumb back in, pumping and stroking. “Likes it a little rough.”

My pussy tightens again.

Wyatt lifts a brow. “Oh? You like that?”

“I have no idea,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks flush. “I don’treallyknow what that means.”

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