Chapter Fourteen

My phone buzzed for the umpteenth time, but I ignored it.

Again. Drip had been calling me nonstop. If he was that worried about me, he would have shown up. I continued with what I was doing, emptying the tub of fluid into the bucket that I had just bled from Eyeliner in preparation for next month's race. As sore as I was, it needed to be done. I did all my own work with my car. It was the one thing that I could hold onto and enjoy for me; to own it, feel it, claim it and care for it. Nothing else in my life was truly mine.

My body had ached for nearly a week, everything internally and externally had screamed for so long. I was still mad at the fucker. Mad at him for not letting me cum. Mad at him for giving Roe the reins. Mad at him for just fucking standing there with his dick in his hand, and not doing a damn fucking thing about my lack of climax—until I got home. I wasn't sore physically. No, it was a mental comedown. It was fucking exhausting. But I was glad I had Mitch by my side.

I couldn't tell you the psychological feeling I experienced with Mitch that night. He"d untied me, cleaned me, gave me water and food. And then carried me to the bed, where he stayed with me the night. I mean, Drip did that with me too, but this felt…different. Drip was my brother. He had to love me. But with Mitch, it was a…achoice.

My phone vibrated again. Take a hint—fuck off. I hit the red button once more. Okay, so I was more than a petty bitch being mad at him for walking out and leaving me without so much as a whisper from him, until then. So many things raced through my head. Everything was fine until Roe came back into the picture.

"Fuck me sideways." I grunted to myself. Rolling my eyes to what was my shituation.

A message lit up on my phone. I rolled my eyes and swiped to open the message.

Drip: If you're going to keep ignoring me, sis, I will have to come over there and show you who's missing you

Three dots showed up on the screen, and then a photo spread across. Tingles shot instantly to my clit at what displayed before my eyes. Drip's hard length, neatly cuddled by his hand with a glossy tip from precum, and thick veins just to prove his point. I squirmed, biting my lip. For shit"s sake.I wanted him, bad. But I was pissed, so he could get wrecked. Or maybe I should give him a taste of his own medicine?

Me:You can take that idea and shove it up your fucking ass, how about that?

"That'll show him. Fucker." I hit send, laughing at my own comment, and then put my phone on my car's wheel on the floor beside me. Thankfully, I had Eyeliner as a distraction. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of how much I needed him. How much I missed him.

I threaded the bolt back on the reservoir, but the thought of him still barged through my mind, making me pulsate between the thighs.

"No."I deadpanned. Don't let him get you wet and horny. Don't do it you silly bitch. Don't—but by the time my brain registered, my fingers had already found my clit. I swirled with a need under my shorts, and then another message dinged once, twice, three times.

"Fuck's sake," I muttered, grabbing my phone again.

Drip: Baby girl, come on. I know you want this. You can't deny me forever

Drip: You're touching yourself aren't you?

Drip: Big brother got that sweet little pussy wet, didn't he?

I didn't reply at first. I was heavily contemplating on if I should, or leave his messages on read and his balls blue. But my head was indeed taken over by the need for him.

Me: Yes…

Drip: Just as I thought. Such a good girl. Talk me through it, sis

I stepped out of my shorts and pulled my greasy shirt off, holding my phone out to take a photo of my hand over my tits. I sat in such a way that he could almost see the top of my pussy, but it was just out of sight. I hit send and he sent back the hot face emoji.

Drip:Why cover?

Me: You think you deserve more?

Drip:I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to leave you like that, I had to

Drip:Please, I want to show that pussy how sorry I am

Yeah, that's right, kiss my ass. Fucker.I opened the camera app, making sure the angle was showing my fingers over my piercing. Hmm, no that's not enough to drive him wild. I grabbed my new handheld vacuum pump from the bench, opened the seal and put the nozzle into the plastic tube. I sat back down, spread my legs and held the end of the tube over my clit, pumping the handle to create a suction. Immediate waves of heat ran through my veins, and my nipples pinched in an instant.

I held my free arm out for a photo, taking in everything I was doing and nearly hit send– only stopping to hit video call instead. He answered instantly. Or rather, his cock did.

"Jesus fucking hell, girl, you're so wet for me."

He stroked himself, his panty breaths through the speaker as I pumped my sensitive bud until my moans sounded over his.

"Mhmm," I muttered in reply. I pumped a little faster, the sensation of my warm liquid trickling down my ass intensifying my desire.

"Good girl. Show me how you play with it for me," he breathed, matching his pace with mine.

"I think I'm going to…I think I'm going to—" my words fell short as I pressed the red button and the line went dead. A grin pulled my lips ear to ear and a delirious laugh broke from my mouth.

"Don't fuck with me, mother-fucker," I said to myself out loud as I hit aeroplane mode on my phone. I finished myself off with the absolute satisfaction that my brother was probably screaming for me. My climax didn't quite itch the scratch, so I opted for the robotic sex machine that was upstairs in my room.

I fucked myself until it was no longer amusing for me—long past the point of exhaustion, and then rolled myself into a burrito in my blanket and fell into a fitful sleep.

My reflection in the mirror was nothing but amazing, as usual. Clear, olive, youthful skin. Long, wavy chocolate hair that always sat around my face, like I was ready for a grammy award or some shit. The cooling sensation of water as it dripped over my body from the tips of my hair made my skin swarm in goosebumps. I had just gotten out of the shower in preparation for the night's race.

I pulled out my make-up kit, opting for some of my best collections. I didn't need any make-up, but I did need to act on the intrusive thought of pissing my brother off just that little bit more.

After hanging up on him and leaving him with blue balls two weeks ago, why not do it again? If I have the will power, that is. I threw on a touch of mascara and smudged a little black liner along my bottom lid with my pinky, then pat some hue on my cheeks. I finished the look with a touch of black lipstick by KVD—the only lipstick I had managed to find that wasn't grey or left my lips horribly cracked.

I switched off the hair dryer, flicking my tassels back for the final result.

Hot.

As.

Fuck.

Even I would fuck me.Oh, wait, I do.

Now, time for the fit.

I matched my grungy look with a tight, grey mini skirt, making sure it was my shortest one. I opened my lingerie drawer and grabbed my matching red lace set, a garment included in its collection, but hesitated. I bit my lip in thought.

"Hmm. No," I spoke out loud to myself again. I hooked the G-string over my finger, choosing to wear nothing underneath my skirt. I had a plan, of course. I had to pair my outfit with a black lace crop that showed my nipples. Because why the fuck not? I liked it when people looked at me. Besides, we had come this far, I had to send the message loud and clear.

I gave myself one final look in the mirror before checking my phone. Thirteen missed calls and seven messages. Fuck him. He can wait a little longer. I needed…something. A boost. An orgasm. I quickly ran to my drawer again, grabbing my suction cup toy and slapping it against the tiled wall in the bathroom opposite the mirror, so I could watch.

I clutched my tee up over my tits and pinched a nipple, circling the area until it was taut. My heart picked up the pace and worked hard to pump arousal through my veins. My pussy was throbbing for my touch so I backed up closer to the wall, finding a position, and then spread my lips with both fingers and pushed back harder. The cold touch of the wall on my ass sent an electric shock over my skin.

"Oh, shit," I whined as the silicon dildo filled me. Not my favourite toy to play with due to its sheer size, but it was one that I knew would fire me up and get me to squirt on my lingerie—which I now had around my wrist. Nine inches of girth was enough to get me to make a ridiculous amount of mess. I was ovulating too, so the glossy liquid arousal was coming in hot.

I bounced forward and backward over the length to build my climax, swirling my clit with need and squeezing my boob. Watching myself in the mirror only brought it closer. I found the spot where the cock pressed over the knott of my g-spot and swivelled my hips to keep it there, rolling slowly at first, working my speed up as I rolled my fingers over my slippery clit.

"Fuck. Mmhmm," I moaned, panting and swaying. I was close—it was right there. I quickly shook the G-string off my wrist, holding it in a tight ball closer to my pussy, and then began moving my clit horizontally at a much faster pace. Lightning flared over my skin, then to my nipples, my belly button and my pussy and I crashed in a deep shuddering orgasm.

"Ahh," I cried out as the liquid pulsated hard and fast over the fabric, around the cock and down my legs. Whatever the garment failed to soak up puddled on the floor. My body tremored, the sensation of feeling faint striking me for a moment. I gripped the wall with my hands flat and my head as leverage.

"Phew!" I panted. Grabbing my soaked lingerie and sliding off the slick toy, I brushed the fabric over my neck, leaving a wet line over my skin. This will drive him fucking wild. I then swiped it over the drenched areas of my pussy, letting it absorb more of the fluid before checking my phone to read the seven messages I ignored earlier.

Drip:Are you coming tonight or what, sis?

Drip: We need you in this race

Drip:Don't do this to me…

Drip:Baby girl, I swear to God

Drip: Reply to me please?

Drip:What do you want? I'll give you anything, I'm sorry. Please

Oh I"m coming alright. You just fucking wait.

I was an hour late by the time I got to the meeting point—by choice, of course. I rolled up right through the centre line of the crowd that had turned up. Jesus, how many people are here? I frowned, because what I was seeing was the biggest group yet. What is the fuss? I curled my lip for a split second. Did the fucker not tell me something important? But then I remembered what was in my hand…a bigger crowd, a bigger reaction.

I scoured for Drip over the last two rows of perfectly parked cars and motorbikes. He was up the back, right in the middle of the string of JDM spec cars, leaning on his R7. I was quick; by the time I got to him I was in a position to circle him. I kept my eyes locked on his grey gaze and dropped down a gear before pushing my foot down on the throttle. In one swift movement I hooked my steering wheel to the left and yanked my handbrake up, turning my wheel to the right.

My rear tyres reacted instantly, screeching and hollering up in smoke as the back end of my car spun out sideways to form a circle around Drip. I held my grip tight on the wheel, not once taking my eyes off him. The sounds of my turbos breathing aggressively to my acceleration and the scent of the burning rubber and unburnt fuel did…something to me. I couldn't explain what that sound or smell did to not just my pussy but my entire body. I really couldn't.

Drip stood with his arms crossed, inches from my door as I worked perfect circles around him, feathering my foot on the throttle and occasionally pulling the handbrake to maintain my pace. I rolled my tongue over my top teeth, certain that my eyes were smiling for me, and then held my arm out of the window, my G-string hanging by my finger. He took it and his eyes widened, no doubt feeling how wet they were before narrowing his glare. I circled him one more time before leaving him in a cloud of smoke and driving off. I could see him sniffing my lingerie through my rearview mirror before he tucked them away in his jeans.

I found another group I was familiar with and parked Eyeliner up beside them. More and more people started to roll in and mingle. More expensive cars showed and more money was being handed around between everyone, hundreds and thousands—if not millions of dollars" worth of bets being made.

How fucking exhilarating.