Light My Fire

17. Brooke

CHAPTER 17

Brooke

Jackson pulls me close, his hands settling on my hips. He looks me up and down. “Fuck. You’re so…”

I put my hand on his face and smile. “You too.”

He pulls me into his lap. I go willingly, straddling his thighs. Then he kisses me.

Really kisses me.

It’s hot and deep. Different from how Wyatt kisses, but just as hot. Just as all-consuming. His tongue strokes over mine as his hands run over my body. He traces up and down my spine, then over my ass, then up to cup my breasts. His thumbs rub over my nipples and I moan into his mouth.

“Upstairs,” I hear Wyatt say, his voice tight. “ Please .”

Jackson pulls back and looks at his friend, grins, then nods. “Yeah, okay.” He looks up at me. “My room or yours?”

“Yours.” It felt right to be in Wyatt’s room last night.

“The toys are in her room, though,” Wyatt says.

My eyes widen, and I look over my shoulder at him. “Toy. Singular. And…” I look back at Jackson. “I won’t need it, will I?”

He chuckles and runs his big hand down my back again. “Using toys together can be very fun, but that can wait. And I’m definitely a toy guy. And a food guy.”

“Food?” I ask, brows arched.

“Whipped cream, chocolate sauce… anything can be fun.” He grins at me. “But tonight it can be just you and me.”

Using my toy together ? I didn’t think much of it when Wyatt mentioned my vibrator last night. His tongue was distracting me from thinking much at all. But using my vibrator with a guy? Isn’t it supposed to be a substitute when a guy isn't around? I might want to know more about this.

But suddenly, Jackson is standing with his hands under my ass. I gasp and wrap my arms and legs around him, hanging on.

He starts toward the stairs and I’ll admit I’m impressed. “You can carry as much as a firefighter, huh?” I tease, looking at Wyatt over his shoulder.

Wyatt is watching us, but he doesn’t really look upset. He looks a little… confused, maybe. Like he’s not sure what he’s feeling. But he gives me a wink when he catches my eye.

“You’re just a little thing,” Jackson says. “I couldn’t carry their maxes, no way.”

“I’m not little!” I protest as he starts up the stairs. “I’m five-seven.” My brother is a professional hockey goalie, for fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, but you’re built like a ballerina or something,” he says, jostling me in his arms as we reach the top of the stairs. “You’re light.” His voice drops lower. “And tight.”

I feel goosebumps break out.

We get to his room and he shifts me so he can twist the knob and then push the door open. He strides straight to the bed and drops me onto it. Then he steps back, his gaze taking me in.

“Jesus Christ, you look good on my sheets, sweetheart.”

The husky note in his voice has my pussy fluttering.

He goes back to the door and shuts and locks it. Then stops by the bag on the floor by the dresser and digs inside. He comes up with a box of condoms. He stalks back to the bed, tossing them toward the pillows, before climbing up.

I lie back, and he braces himself over me.

“Did you and Wyatt have fun last night?” he asks.

I nod. “A lot of fun.”

“Did he take good care of you? Make you come multiple times? Make this sweet pussy nice and hot and wet over and over?”

I whimper softly. “Yes.”

“Good.” He leans down and kisses me. “So now that you have a starting point, what do you want? What do you want to try now?”

I look up at him. He’s the playful one. The one that doesn’t take things too seriously.

Except that he wants to. He wants to be more serious, find something more important to do.

That’s not about you and definitely not about sex , I remind myself.

“I don’t even really know all my options,” I tell him truthfully.

“What positions did you try out?” he asks, stroking his hand down my side.

“Just vanilla,” I say. “That’s what he said.”

Jackson chuckles. “You were on your back, him on top?”

I nod. “But I liked it,” I say quickly. “It was really good.”

“There’s nothing wrong with vanilla at all,” he agrees. He drags his hand up my thigh and cups my pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you like that, sweetheart? Do you just want to spread your legs for me like this?”

I do without thinking. He runs his middle finger over my clit and then dips just the tip into my pussy.

“So wet,” he says gruffly. “Fuck, you’re perfect just like this. I’ll gladly take you just like this.”

He slips his finger in deeper and lowers his head to kiss me again. I grip his shoulders as he slides in and out, then circles over my clit. He runs his mouth from my lips to my jaw.

“You’re so tight and hot,” he tells me. “I’m aching for you already.”

“You can fuck me however you want to,” I tell him, breathlessly.

He groans. “Christ, Brooke, you don’t even know all the ways I want to.”

“Tell me.” I love hearing these guys talk in bed like this. Every word seems to amp the temperature of my blood higher.

His mouth moves to my neck where he kisses me, then says, “I want to bend you over the end of the bed so I can hold on to your perfect ass,” he says, sliding another finger into me. “I want to put you on all fours in front of a mirror so I can watch your face every time I slam into you. I want to put you at the end of the bed on your back so I can spread your legs wide, but stand while I pound this pretty pussy until you scream.”

I’m breathing faster and I know he can feel around his fingers what this is doing to me.

“I want to make you ride me, sitting tall and pretty, your tits bouncing, taking me in, your legs spread wide over my hips.” He stops and lifts his head. “That one. That’s how I want you.”

I kind of lost track. I’m just all in if it involves my legs spread, him inside me, and both of us coming hard.

“You on top.” Suddenly his fingers are gone, and he’s rolling to his back.

But he brings me with him. I’m draped over him now. He kisses me as he pulls my thighs up on either side of his hips. Then says, “Sit up.”

I do. I’m straddling him, his cock nestled firmly against my ass. In this position, I’m on full display. As he proves, his gaze raking over me from my breasts down my stomach to where I’m spread out over him.

“Damn, that is a pretty sight,” he says, reaching between my legs and sliding his thumb over my clit.

I gasp.

“Yeah, this is full access,” he says, grinning a very pleased grin. He reaches up and tugs on one of my nipples. My pussy clenches. “What do you think?” he asks. “You want to be a cowgirl?”

“Cowgirl?” I repeat.

“That’s this position.” His hands drop to my hips. “You riding me. You can control the pace and depth from here.”

“Oh.” I wiggle and his breath hisses out. I like even that little bit of power. “Yeah, I might like this.”

“You will like it,” he promises. “But let’s do something else first.”

“Like what?”

“Did Wyatt eat your pussy last night?”

For some reason, despite everything else that’s been said and everything else he knows, and despite the fact I’m sitting on him completely naked, that makes me blush hotly.

Jackson chuckles. “I take that as a yes.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

I nod. “Yes. A lot.”

“Excellent.” Then he’s squeezing my hips and moving me up his body.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a taste for myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want to taste your pussy too, Brooke. I mean I want to make you come apart with my mouth before I fuck you. I mean, sit on my face like a good girl until you come.”

“I…” Then he settles me over his mouth and his tongue licks me firmly and I grab the headboard to stay upright. “Oh, God!”

“That’s right. Just like that,” he mutters against me.

Then he starts licking and sucking and I can’t help but wiggle and swivel against his tongue and I soon feel the beginning coil of an orgasm.

“Jackson,” I gasp.

“Fucking heaven. This is where I want to spend eternity.”

I laugh, in spite of the fact that I’m about to lose my mind.

“Play with your nipples,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh.

“I—”

“Brooke,” he says firmly. “Pinch those pretty nipples.”

Then he sucks hard on my clit and I’m willing to do anything this man tells me. I lift both hands, cup my breasts, and lightly tug on my nipples.

“Good girl,” he praises, gripping my ass. “Harder.”

So I do. And my pussy clenches and Jackson sucks hard, and my orgasm hits me hard and hot and I cry out. “Oh, God!”

“That’s my girl,” he praises, immediately dragging me down his body. “Fuck you’re amazing.” He reaches for a condom and hands it to me. “Want to put it on?”

I nod, my body still buzzing. I open it as he starts playing with my nipples, making the ripples of pleasure continue.

“You’re so sensitive. You go off so easy. That’s so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” he tells me.

I feel like I just performed some amazing act, while in truth it was all him. Still, I’ll take the praise. That alone keeps those aftershocks from my orgasm going. I sit up and scoot back, sliding my wet heat over his cock.

He groans. “Fuck. I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”

I look from the condom to his cock, then up at him. He grins, positions it in my fingers, then helps me roll it down his impressive length. My body shivers thinking about taking him in. Shivers with pleasure.

Yes, they’ve definitely created a monster.

“Okay, come on up.” He takes my hips again, pulling me forward until his tip is at my entrance. “Now you control how fast you take me, how far I go,” he says. “Okay?” He brushes my hair back from my face.

I nod. I lift up and take his cock in hand. He sucks in a breath at my touch and I look up at him.

“Go on,” he urges.

“I want to make you make that noise again,” I tell him honestly, squeezing him.

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, then his hand wraps around mine. “You will.” He chuckles. “You definitely will. Need inside you. You’ve been working me up for two days. Let me fuck you, Brooke. Then we can play all night.”

That sounds really nice. I shift again, positioning him, then I start to lower myself over him.

I go slow. I’m still new at this, and he’s huge.

His fingers dig into my hips but he doesn’t try to hurry me, or stop me. I can tell by looking at his face this is a struggle, though. And I love that he’s letting me have control here.

“God,” I breathe out. “You’re so big.”

He lets out a rough laugh. “Jesus. You are so tight, Brooke. God, you feel amazing.”

I slowly sink down and unlike last night—because of last night—there’s no pain. There’s a fullness, a stretch, but it’s so good. It’s like the two times Wyatt and I had sex after that first time.

When I’m all the way down, I wiggle a little, then brace my hand on his chest. His deep brown eyes meet mine. There’s heat there, but also an affection that takes my breath away for a second.

“Now what?” I tease.

He blows out a breath. “Now you do whatever feels good.”

“Oh.” I think about that. All of this feels good. But I lift and lower myself on his length and yes , that definitely feels good. “I think I figured it out,” I say, my voice breathless as I do it again.

“You have,” he says tightly. “Fuck, you look good up there.”

I move again. And again. He lifts his hands, cupping my breasts, playing with my nipples. I lift and lower, picking up speed.

“This is good,” I say, panting a little.

“It’s very good,” he agrees. “You are definitely getting the hang of this.”

But I need more of… something. “What else?” I ask. I sit up a little straighter, running my hand through my hair. The arch in my back changes the angle slightly and that feels really good. I swivel my hips.

“Your clit,” he says. He’s watching me with dark eyes.

I can see the lust in his expression, the way he’s holding on but that it’s an effort. That gives me a thrill.

“Oh, yes.” I reach between my legs and circle my clit. That’s very nice.

Jackson catches my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking on the finger that was just against my clit. My pussy tightens around him. He swirls his tongue around my finger and when it’s wet and slick, he presses it back against my clit.

My eyes on his, I circle and press.

Tingles spread, my pussy tightens, and when I lift up and down, I just want to go faster and faster.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he urges. “I’m going to take this vision with me to bed for the rest of my life.”

“Have you been thinking about me in bed the last few nights?” I ask.

“Of course.”

“What have you been doing while you think about me?”

“Oh, you want to hear how you’ve disrupted my sleep and made me hard and restless and distracted and turned everything upside down?” he asks.

“Yes,” I admit.

He pinches one nipple. “Naughty girl. You like having three men all wound up over you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” My breathing is coming faster now and I’m moving quicker, feeling my orgasm building.

“Well, I’ve been hard every night, wrapping my hand around my cock, thinking about your mouth, your ass, your breasts, imagining this tight pussy and wanting all of it,” he tells me. “Even last night when you were with Wyatt.”

That makes my pussy clench.

He tugs on my nipple and squeezes my hip. “I’ve imagined you spread out, bent over, on your knees. Every way to pleasure you. I loved and hated knowing you were getting filled up and stretched out last night. That was so fucking dirty and hot and horrible at the same time.”

I’m moving over my clit faster now, lifting and lowering myself faster, fucking him faster.

“But everything about you, everything about your pleasure—whether it’s how you take your pancakes to seeing you with those dogs to knowing how to suck on your clit and make you come—has been amazing for me, Brooke. I’ve loved being here with you. I’ve loved getting to know you. And fuck , this body is everything and more than I dreamed of. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Wyatt had said something similar last night, and it had the same effect. It amped up the lust, but also started a warmer, softer burn that I am very afraid is me becoming addicted to this. To him. To them.

I lower myself so my breasts are against his chest and kiss him deeply. He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me still and taking over, pounding up into me.

I just hang on and let the pleasure rip through me as my orgasm hits.

“Fuck, yes, come on me just like that. Just. Like. That,” he says, emphasizing the words with deep thrusts. He groans. “Yes. Yes, Brooke. Yes !” Then he stiffens under me, then stills.

I relax against him, my ear against his thundering heart.

After a few minutes, he stirs. He trails his fingers up and down my back.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Very, very, very okay,” I tell him, not moving. “But can I stay right here for another hour or so?”

He wraps his arms around me. “You can stay right here forever if you want to.”

I don’t stay forever.

In my room Sunday morning after forcing myself to leave Jackson’s warm and comfortable bed, I take a quick shower and turn on music on the ancient clock radio my grandmother left behind on the nightstand, hoping it will drown out the conversation I need to have with my best friend, Sophie.

After learning that Luke overheard me getting friendly with my vibrator the other night, I don’t want to be overheard.

I have to talk to someone about this weekend before I burst, but I don’t want any of the guys to know what I’m saying because, well, because I’m about to gush.

“Hey!” Sophie picks up my call right away. “How’s studying? Are you back home? We can hang out tonight if you want.”

“So… I’m still up north. I kind of got ambushed by friends of my brother.” I perch on the edge of the bed and bite my lip. I have no idea how to tell her what exactly has happened because it’s frankly a little unbelievable.

“That sounds hot. Are they cute? And what do you mean by ambushed? I’m not following.”

“They were supposed to be here for a guys’ weekend and came a day early because of a snowstorm. Then I couldn’t leave because of the snowstorm. We’re all stuck here together until probably Monday.”

“Oh shit, but you’ll be back in time, right?”

Sophie is also a vet student, and she knows how important this week is for both of us. She’s scheduled to start clinicals in Indianapolis in a few weeks.

“Yes, and I feel confident about exams, so it’s fine. It’s just…”

“You have a crush on one of them?” She sounds downright gleeful. “Please tell me he’s a hot hockey player and you’re going to date him and invite me to hockey player parties.”

“No… Wyatt’s a firefighter. Jackson is a self-made millionaire. And Luke is also a firefighter.”

Why does my tongue feel two sizes too thick?

Because I want to tell her that I had sex with Wyatt and Jackson but I also want to tell her that I’d love to have sex with Luke, too, and I have no idea how she is going to react. Sophie has been telling me for years I need to “just get the first time over with,” so I can enjoy having sex whenever I want, but this is obviously more than that. I didn’t just leap, I bungee jumped into being sexually active.

“Which one do you like?”

“All of them.” I glance at my closed door, envisioning them in the kitchen, making coffee and laughing and talking. “For different reasons. Wyatt is so sweet. I had sex with him and he was just so gentle and kind and listened to me, knowing it was my first time. Then Jackson is funny and easy to be around and he taught me how to do cowgirl. Then Luke is so… intense and protective. I just honestly like them all.”

There’s a pause, then Sophie makes a choking sound in the back of her throat. “Hold on. Back the fuck up. You had sex with Wyatt?”

“Yes.”

“Well, damn, good for you. It sounds like it was amazing.”

I sigh, happily. “It was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

“I’m happy for you then.”

“Thank you.”

“As for Jackson… you do know what cowgirl is, right? Are you telling me you had sex with him, too?”

“Yes.”

“At the same time as Wyatt?”

Sophie doesn’t sound judgmental, she sounds intrigued. Fascinated.

“No. The next night. Wyatt knew, and they were both cool with it.”

“Oh my God, Brooke, you really went for it, damn, girl. I’m super impressed and very jealous right now.”

That makes me laugh in relief. “It’s just for this weekend, obviously. Kind of a snowed-in unexpected sex fest.”

“Next year I’m going to that cabin with you. Holy shit.”

“It all just kind of happened, and it’s been so much fun. They’re really amazing guys.”

“What about the third guy, the intense one?”

I close my eyes briefly. “Honestly, I’m really attracted to him too. Is that crazy?”

“No. You’re not looking for a husband, you’re having fun. If all three guys are hot, they’re hot. Bonus points if they’re nice guys too.”

“Yeah. They are.”

“So just have fun. You’re all consenting adults. Don’t put a label on anything, just embrace the experience. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. I don’t plan on repeating this with them or anyone else. I just want to live in the moment.”

“When life hands you hotties, get naked.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

We end the call, and I take a deep breath.

I want to have sex with Luke, too. I can admit it.

I doubt it will happen, but I am really, really curious as to why the three of them think I need to be shielded from him.

Sophie is right.

Whatever happens, happens.