11. Wilder

Chapter 11

Wilder

O llie and I stare at the gator that’s threatening our girl, and glance over at each other, chuckling. This girl would run straight to the swamp. I shake my head and raise my eyebrow at Ollie before moving forward. “Go stand wid Ollie,” I say, stepping in front of her so that I'm now the focus of the gator’s attention. Marlowe’s feet shuffle in the dirt as she inches backward.

“I got ‘er,” Ollie confirms.

I stick out my boot and push down on the gator’s mouth. It hisses back at me. “Gon an git now, you.” I nudge it back toward the water and, after a minute, it crawls backward, slinking into the murky depths. The sigh of relief from behind me has a smile spreading across my face. “Now chére, I wouldn’t feel too relieved now. We gon have ta punish ya for runnin’.”

“P-punish me,” she stutters. “H-how do you mean?”

“Well, we were gon let your first time wit us be all tender-like. How it should be. But dat’s only for good girls. You gon have ta earn dat tender lovemakin’, chére.” I cluck my tongue in disappointment.

Marlowe’s face flushes a lovely hue of pink that spreads from her cheeks to across her nose. Ollie and I smirk at each other. He bends down to whisper in her ear. “Ya wanna run again? We do love the chase.”

She nods her head.

“How’s ’bout we make a wager?” I offer .

Her eyes lock on mine. “If you make it back ta da house before we catch yous, we’ll take turns and be nice about it. Agreed?” I look at Ollie. He scrunches his face and shrugs.

“It’s good wit me.” He agrees.

Marlowe moves away from Ollie to where she can see both of us. “You want to chase me, don’t you?” She pans from Ollie to me. “This turns you on?”

“More dan you can ever imagine, chére. Jus ‘bout as much as I wanna spank dat ass of yours for runnin’.” Ollie says, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.

“Jus as much as I wan' ta fuck dat ass,” I interject. “So what’s it gon be? You gon run an’ try ta make it back, or you gon let us take you right here, how we want?”

“I’ll get lost. I-I don’t know my way back. It’s not a fair agreement.” She stammers, her lip trembling. Tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

Ollie rolls his eyes. “She a tricky one. We gon have ta watch out.” He steps forward, grabs her arm, and spins her around. Ollie points to the west, through the trees. “If you go in a straight line dat way, bout’ ten minutes, you’ll hit da back road. Dat road leads ta da back of da house an’ property. If you is waiting at da breakfast table for us, you win. We’ll forget about da punishment an be sweet ta ya.”

Marlowe’s eyes widen as she takes in Ollie’s instructions. She wipes away her tears, determination replacing the fear in her gaze. “Alright,” she says, her voice steady. “I accept.”

Ollie smirks, releasing her arm. “Good. We like a girl who’s up for a lil' adventure.” He turns to me and nods. “Let’s give ‘er a head start, shall we?”

I nod in agreement, stepping back as Marlowe takes off into the dense foliage. The thrill of the chase courses through my veins, a primal instinct awakening. Ollie and I exchange a glance, the excitement burning in our eyes .

We give Marlowe a few moments before we start our pursuit. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as we navigate the swampy terrain. The sounds of nature surround us, but our focus is solely on catching our prey.

“We gon let ‘er win ain't we?” Ollie chuckles.

“You t'ink we should?” I ask.

“You wan her hatin’ us right away?” He says, giving me a knowing look. “Hatin’ us more dan she already does?”

The look of disappointment on my face makes him laugh. “I enjoy fuckin’ in da dirt. It makes me feel one wit nature.”

“Ahh, dat’s some bullshit. You jus like fuckin’ outside. And chasin’ t’ings.”

Minutes pass, and we can hear the faint rustling of leaves ahead. Marlowe is close. Ollie and I quicken our pace, adrenaline fueling our determination. The chase intensifies, the thrill of the hunt pushing us forward.

Finally, we burst through the trees and onto the back road. The house is in sight, and Marlowe is running through the back of the property. We jog past the cemetery just as she throws the back door open. We make it up the steps, our boots thump against the old wood, and we enter moments behind her. There, breathless but triumphant, waiting at the breakfast table as agreed. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, impressed by her resilience.

Even though we let her win.

“Well done, chére,” I say, my voice filled with admiration. “You earned your reprieve.”

Ollie joins me, his face beaming with pride. “You proved yourself, Marlowe. We’ll keep our promise.”

Marlowe’s expression softens, relief washing over her features. “Thank you,” she whispers, gratitude evident in her voice.

“Now da question is, which of us are you gon have first? We’ll let you pick,” Ollie says, his eyes trailing her body, taking in every inch of her curves .

Her eyes narrow at him. “Wilder,” her voice drips with disdain.

Color me surprised.

Ollie smirks as if he already knew she’d pick me.

“Well, dat settles it. Gon now.” He nods his head toward the stairs. Marlowe turns and climbs the steps slowly as if she is waiting for me to follow her.

“You gon up, chére. Get dat shower started for us. I’ll be dere in jus a minute.” I give her a small smile. She turns and continues up the stairs. Once she is out of view and I hear the shower kick on, I turn to Ollie.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” He chuckles.

“What if she a virgin?” I say, a hint of panic in my voice.

“Then jus go slow. I’ll come up in a bit and check on ya. Make sure ya aren’t tearin’ da poor girl ‘part.” Ollie pushes me toward the stairs. I stand at the foot of the steps, take a breath and begin the ascent.

Marlowe is sitting on the toilet, waiting for me when I get into the washroom. “I didn’t know if you wanted to - to shower with me or separate. So I just waited.” Her voice is just above a whisper.

This poor girl's terrified.

“Have you ever…” My voice trails off and I clear my throat.

“Maverick Boudreaux tried to stick his in during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven in the tenth grade. But nothing happened.” She blushes as her eyes take me in.

I step back and pull my soaked shirt over my head. I kick out of my boots and go to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes track where my hands go. I can’t tell if her body is trembling because she is cold or if it’s cause she's nervous. Pulling down the zipper to my jeans nice and slow, she snaps her eyes back to mine. Jus the look in her eyes has me hard, and I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside her.

“You on birth control?” I ask as I hook my finger in my boxer briefs, pausing for her answer .

“No,” she whispers. “My father wouldn’t allow it.”

I say a silent thank you to the man.

“Is it gonna hurt?” Her bottom lip quivers, her eyes move back down to my cock.

I suck my teeth, then speak. “First times, usually do. And I’m pierced, so I’mma say yeah.”

“You have a piercing? Down there?” Her eyes widen as I pull my underwear down. The silver curved barbell sits at the tip of my cock on display, and Marlowe gasps. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Nah. Once da pain is t’rough, it'll feel good for ya.” I kick the pants away and make my way over to her. I see the hesitation in her eyes. “Ya wan’ me ta take it out? I’ll do it. Since it’s your first real time an all.”

Marlowe surprises me by shaking her head, her eyes filled with curiosity. “No, it’s okay. I trust you,” she breathes. I feel a surge of relief wash over me, grateful that she’s willing to try.

I reach out and gently take her hand, guiding her to stand up from the toilet. “Let’s take it slow, a’ight? We’ll make sure you is comfortable every step of da way,” I assure her, my voice filled with sincerity.

“Arms up, chére.” I motion for her to raise her arms so I can undress her. Marlowe lifts her arms. I drag the shirt up by the hem, and her full hips have me groaning. “Damn, chére, you is perfect.” She's thick with full breasts and the most perfect nipples I ever seen. I toss the shirt to the side and then move to the boxers she’s wearing.

I slip my fingers under the waistband and pull them down. Her bare cunt was now on display. I eye her suspiciously. “You bare down here?”

“I got waxed before we left for the trip.” She whispers. “I don’t like hair there.”

“I don’t care either way. Pussy is pussy.” I reach between us and let my fingers caress the soft skin of her stomach to the bare mound. “And dis one belongs ta Ollie an me. ”

We both walk towards the shower, the sound of running water growing louder as we approach. The steam-filled bathroom encloses us in our own little world. As she steps into the shower, I follow closely behind, the warm water cascading over our bodies. I reach for the shampoo and begin to lather her hair, my touch gentle and careful. Marlowe’s eyes are closed, her face relaxed as she enjoys the sensation.

I continue to wash her body, my hands moving slowly over her curves, savoring the softness of her skin. Marlowe’s breath quickens, excitement, and nervousness clear in the way her body moves. I lean in and press my lips against hers, the taste of the water mingling with the sweetness of her kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, tenderness, and desire reflected in my gaze. I quickly wash myself up. “Ya ready?” I ask, my voice filled with reassurance. Marlowe nods, her eyes filled with apprehension.

I turn the knob, stoppin’ the flow of water, and step out. She steps out behind me and I hold up a towel to dry her off, then myself. Once finished, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I lay her down, and my hands explore her body with a delicate touch.

“Has anyone ever had a taste of dis pussy?” I ask, sliding my hand down to her cunt. She shakes her head. “You ever take care of yourself?” I smirk as I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed.

“Well, yeah. What girl hasn’t?”

“Show me, chére.” I bring her hand to her clit. “Get yourself nice an wet for me. Then I’ll eat dis pussy so good you never gon wan run away again.” I lean back on my haunches as I watch her slide her middle finger down to her clit and then inside. Her finger glistens as she pulls it out.

“You turned on, baby girl?”

Marlowe doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls her knees up, her feet flat on the bed. She spreads herself nice and wide for me and circles her clit. “Oh god. I’m gonna go to hell. ”

“Why’s dat chére?” I ask, leaning in so that I am just inches away from her cunt.

“I-I don’t know. It shouldn’t feel good. But it does. I feel dirty.”

“You ain’t dirty. If you wan’ dirty, another time I can take you out back an fuck you in da forest. ‘Sides dat, da only dirty you gon be is what’s on your skin. You t’ink fuckin’s dirty?”

“This way. Yes.” She moans, her fingers moving faster. Her chest heaves up and down. I waste no more time and dive in. My tongue gliding up her entrance, tasting her sweetness. I groan as I lap at the arousal, having never tasted such saccharine pussy in my life. Marlowe continues to touch herself. Her hips lift as she eagerly meets the thrusts of my tongue.

“Oh,” she whimpers as her thighs shake.

The tip of my cock leaks precum as I reach down to spread it over the head. I give myself a few firm tugs to ease the pressure that’s building. I pull back, licking her from my lips. “Still feelin’ dirty?” I ask playfully.

She nods.

“I can make it dirty if dat’s what ya wan’.” I’m irritated now. I knew she would have some hesitation in all this. And while I want to be sweet with her, show her I can make her feel good without hurting her. I’m angry that she thinks sex is dirty. Or at least sex with me is dirty.

Marlowe’s eyes bug. “No, I don’t want that. Please,” she cries.

“You like it when I ate your pussy, right?” I stand up and crawl on the bed, settling myself between her thighs.

“Yes,” she whimpers. Her voice cracks, and the tears hit the comforter.

I reach between our bodies and grip my cock, coaxing her soaking wet entrance. Her thighs relax as I slowly inch my way in.

“Ow…ow. Stop,” she pushes her hands against my chest, attempting to stop me.

“It’ll stop hurting soon,” I say, continuing to push my cock inside her. She is tight like a vise around me. She feels so fuckin’ good. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

“I said stop. You’re hurting me.” Her hand comes up and smacks me across the face.

I don’t take too kindly to being hit in the face.

“Well, now you had ta gon an fuck it up.” I huff, pulling out all the way. Blood covers my cock.

“What are you gonna do?” She whimpers.

“What a lil' slut like you deserves.” I grab her shoulder and flip her onto her stomach. “Ta get fucked from behind an hard.”

Marlowe screams as I thrust myself back inside her. Taking my frustration out on her virgin pussy, I slam into her again and again. I lean down and place my lips on her ear. “I wanted ta be sweet wid ‘cha for ya first time, chére. You’ll learn real quick not ta hit me in da face. Next time you do, it’ll be your ass I tear up.”

The door creaks open as Marlowe cries underneath me. She continues to beg me to stop. Ollie’s heavy footsteps draw closer to the bed. “I thought I told you ta go slow?”

I look up at him, my hand around the nape of her neck to keep her down. “I swear I tried. She hit me in da face d’ough once I got inside her. She was a virgin.” I slow my thrust to stop from coming.

“She feel good?” Ollie asks, running his hand over her head to push the hair out of her face.

“The fuckin’ best I ever had. She so sweet too. Wait till you taste her.”

Ollie crouches down so he can look Marlowe in the eye. “You take my brother so well, chére. Let’s see how well you take both of us.”