Chapter Two

"Ah—ahhh. FUCK," I cried out. I rolled my head back, losing myself in the pleasure. He maintained this pace, building me up and letting me go again until I was physically incapable of using the pink noodles in my head that scientists apparently call a fucking brain. It was basically fucking soup, at that point.

Loving the pain and pleasure, but wanting another release, he gave me a wink and then became nothing but a blur. I felt the heat of his grin again, and the night air cooled my flesh, making me shiver. He tittered. He was liking it…turning me into jelly.

In front of my brother.

Who he knew about.

And was not at all bothered by it.

It wasn't often that we found one of us. One who's into what we're into. But this kid didn't seem the slightest bit phased by it…by us. The others always were. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He had lit up like the Australian sun when Drip had mentioned that I was his sister. All the guy could mutter out was a mindless, breathless, ‘Fuck.'

Through my mind fuzz, I heard Drip mirror him and chuckle.

"I think we just found our new playtoy, Twister," he groaned, tugging at his jeans. He just had to make more room for the throbbing chaos that was pounding underneath them. Fuck, he is...god, I can't even deal with this man. Warmth swirled my belly at the thought of the two of them taking turns with me, like pass the parcel. But Drip was more of a watcher.

Heat started to fill me. Fingers, long fingers. Oh, fuck. He curled them upward, shifting the weight of his hand to my ass and pushing the tips to the knot in my belly that was suddenly on fire, completely unfolding my orgasm. The sounds of erotic pleasure from my painfully built climax coiled harder than the last, shredding through the air like tearing fabric. The hot liquid from my pussy rapidly flowed into his mouth. Whatever he couldn't catch trickled down my ass crack and onto the leather underneath me.

By the time I could focus my vision again, Drip was standing by the kid's shoulder, back by at least two feet, both of them hungrily hovering their gazes on the mess on the bike's seat. I propped myself onto my elbows with a grin, proud of the juices that sparkled underneath me.

As I caught my breath, I took a very long look at the man who made just me squirt on his bike. Sweat dripped down his forehead over his youthful face, a flushed complexion over his cheeks. Velvet stained his chin and down his neck, trailing under the tee that was ironically covered in the band members of the Gorillaz. Only one of my favourite bands from my teenage years. Floating my eyes further down, I saw his tight muscles. He was lean and had a very fit physique and…had a very endowed bulge. And a wet patch.

"Now, do we clean up her mess, or add to it, hmm?" Drip toyed. He dragged out his words like a demand.

"You would let me do that, too?" the young one asked nervously.

"I own that pussy, kid. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it," Drip declared. The metal of his tongue bar clattered over his teeth as he rolled his tongue over his lips and then toyed with his tooth. The look on the kid"s face turned wide-eyed. Is he…a virgin?

I smiled. Oh, this is just too good. I tucked my legs up, planting my feet on the back seat. Slowly, I spread them open, then closed them again and swayed them from side to side invitingly. I sighed in that way that made them both purse their lips. They watched as I shifted my hand down my body, splitting my fold and finding myself, neither making the move to help. Come on, don't just stand there. Somebody fuck me, dammit.

My fluid twinkled under the streetlights of the city, right beside the river. Drip had his crew close the road off for the race, like always. I swiped a section of the fluid and inserted two fingers into my swollen hole, both of them shifting their hips as I finger fucked myself.

"Ware you from, pretty boy?"

"Uh, Malta?" he replied nervously, almost in question.

"So you're hung, then?"

I moaned, my tits rising and falling to my breath. He panted but held himself—just. "F-fuck," he quivered, taking a quick glance at Drip, waiting for his next cue.

"Yes, okay, let's do that. Pull your pants down, pretty boy," Drip commanded, and he did exactly that. I gnawed on my bottom lip when his impressive erection bounced free.

Unholy-fucking-shit. Yes, case closed. "Oh," I whimpered. It was as fucking perfectly thick as it was long, portioned just right. And now that I was swollen, I would have a very hard time fitting that in. Even fucking better.

"Good boy," Drip tapped the passenger seat of the bike. The air fanning my pussy sent a shiver through my body. "Now, sit here." He did as he was instructed, and I shifted back so he had just enough room.

I was face to face with the sweet sucker who lost the race, losing his bike that we both sat on and his cash as a result. But all of those things were clearly the furthest in his mind. His eyes were like glass; I could see every word and thought run across them. Despite the pussy sitting inches from his cock, he wasn't there for me. Or for the city. That much was clear. He wanted in. Why, was anyone's guess. I guess Drip saw something in him that I couldn't.

"Yes…you're our little toy now, kid," Drip toyed.

I lifted my legs up behind my new plaything, leaning forward so my nipple piercings pressed lightly over his skin and my hot breath made him shiver.

"Oh, we're keeping him?"

"I think you know the answer to that, sis."

He gulped and his cock throbbed, the wet tip making contact with my clit. "What is your name?" I teased, letting his tip press lightly at my entrance.

"Uh, M-M-" he whimpered, unable to finish the sentence. "Are you a virgin?" I asked, putting my hand over my boob and toying with it.

"Fuck. Uhm. Y-yes."

A breathy moan hammered from within me. Even fucking better, and just as I expected.

"Tell me your name," I pressed. I wanted to know whose virginity I was taking.

"Mitch."

"Mitch," I repeated in a breath.

"Now, pretty boy…Mitch. I want you to grab that gorgeous looking cock of yours and load it into my sister's fine little pussy," Drip growled in his ear.

"But I—" Drip cut him off, slapping his palms over his shoulders, making him jump. Drip looked furious, only for a second. He rapidly drew in a breath through his nose, closing his eyes to pull himself back again.

"This is my city, kid. You'll learn quickly. If you want in, you gotta earn it. Do what I fucking tell you, when I tell you. Say no again, and you'll have another thing coming," Drip threatened, then he changed his tone entirely. "So, when I ask you to fuck my sister until she can't remember her own name, and she can only scream mine…then you'll earn my respect."

"Who are you people?" Mitch muttered, shaking his head with a glint in his eyes. But the edge in his voice sounded relieved, like he had just found comfort.

I gave Drip one final look, turning my smile to the side and waiting for his final tick of approval. But being the sassy bitch I was, I didn't fucking listen. I loved pissing him off.

So, I jolted my hips forward with everything I had, letting all of Mitch penetrate my pussy.