by Candy Quinn
"Yeah, I want her." The supposed Darren nodded.
"This is where we're playing that hand then, aren't we?"
"Yeah. Winner gets her first."
"Twenty thousand," the unnamed darker brother spoke up.
What were they on about? Getting me first? I just looked on in confusion.
"Forty thousand," Darren bid.
"What we're just going to keep doubling each other like that?"
"Keeps it interesting."
"We're not here to practice multiplication tables, Carson. One hundred thousand."
I just stood in awe. These two were brothers, fighting over me.
"Well folks," The MC joined in, "Thanks to Christine, the dogs are going to eat mighty well for awhile."
"A quarter million," Carson countered.
"A half million." Darren said, staring at his brother more than he was bidding on.
"They're going to be eating Filet Mignon," the MC added.
"Just go with a million. That's where we'd say we stop, right. That's what we agreed to, huh, Darren?" They looked like they were about to break into a brawl.
"Two..." Darren took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll have your sloppy seconds. I'll win her over that way, and show her how much more of a man I am than you, 'big bro'."
I just blinked.
Darren looked my way and walked toward me. "We'll be getting to know each other very very soon," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, his anger at his brother quickly replaced with flirtatiousness at me.
"Well, is anyone going to beat a million dollars?" The MC asked. "Going once, going twice."
The room was still in shock from what occurred.
"Sold, to the man who either really wants this woman or really really loves animals."
Carson walked over to the MC and scribbled out a check quickly.
"God, I hope this thing actually clears."
"It will."
"Then enjoy your million dollar woman."
He walked forward, taking my hand and leading me off the stage. There were murmurs now, but it was still mostly quiet.
"Woohoo, you go girl!"
Thanks, Bea.
As soon as we were out of earshot and I was alone with my purchaser, I had to speak up. "Really? A million dollars? Listen, I'm not plagued with low self-esteem or anything like that, but I'm not worth a million dollars."
"Isn't that for me to decide?" He smiled at me and offered me a handshake. "Carson York. I'm going to be the man who wins your heart."
I blinked. "Isn't that a bit ambitious given we've only just met?"
"I've seen you around the campus, Christine. I don't think it's a stretch to say I got a good feeling about us. Although I had no idea you were a virgin."
I cringed again. "My friend told them to say that."
"You're not a virgin?"
"Is that any of your business?"
"Well, yeah."
"I don't have to sleep with you, you know. It's for my time, not to fuck me, no matter how much you paid."
"Pride. Yeah, you don't have self-esteem issues then. But I do like that. I don't like my women to be doorstops."
"Good, that's something nice about you."
I kept walking, he followed as we left the frat house. Bea's words echoed in my mind though. No matter what I thought about this guy, I needed him. Either for him to be my sugar daddy or at least knock me up.
The latter one seemed so utterly wrong and deceptive, I repeated to myself.
"What's with you and your brother?" I asked as we kept walking.
"Darren?" He paused. "We're brothers. We butt heads. We compete. We both happen to be highly successful. Honestly we're still going to this school almost as a competition to who can get the most pretentious title. Right now, he's winning. Dr. Darren York."
"He doesn't look like a doctor."
"Can't deny he's brilliant. Got an early start. It's in business, by the way, so don't go having a heart attack near him."
"Same for you?"
"Hey, I did it first. Little brother follows big brother, wants to get out the shadow and cast the shadow on me for a change."
"Ok. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Everything." He placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to look him right in the face.
He then kissed me.
Not just a peck, no. His hand ran through my hair and pushed me deeper into his lips, his tongue invading my mouth. Oddly, I felt compelled to go with it, and follow his direction. There were definitely some sparks there as our kiss suddenly broke. "You liked that, didn't you?"
"Maybe," I said, blushing.
"Me and my brother compete over everything. Business, sports... women."
"Wait, I'm just some notch on a bedpost?"
"Oh no, there's no fun in that. I'm sure we'd both pull some big numbers if we competed that way, but that's not how we play."
"Then how on earth do you compete?"
"We share."
"Share?"
"We take a woman. We both have her. We let her choose who she prefers to be with."
"What if I don't want to 'have' your brother? What if I only want you?"
"Then I've already won, haven't I? The way I see it, you win either way. I don't hate my brother in the least. He's a fine person. Bit rough at times and hard headed, but I'm just better, in my admittedly biased opinion."
I closed my eyes, turning away from him, trying to think for a moment. "So you want me to fuck both you and your brother?"
"Only if you want to. If a relationship is to bloom between us, I don't view it as betrayal if it's with him. At least until you have to decide, anyway."
It was madness. All I wanted was a boyfriend, and someone to take care of the whole money issue.
And yet...
"I can't say I'm not intrigued."
"You're twenty years old and in college. There's no better time to try something like this."
"Alright, Mister Competitive. Give me your best shot."
"With pleasure."
He led me back to his place. A fine mansion in its own right, in walking distance from the fraternity. Huge gates, well maintained gardens, it really did put my father's mansion to shame. Carson, and likely Darren, likely had access to more funds than my father could ever dream of possibly having. The interior didn't do much to dissuade me of that notion, fine art and other various doodads gracing the walls and hallways.
I wasn't here to see his house. I was well accustomed to luxurious homes, and maybe I'd even have one of my own in the future. I was here for Carson.
"My brother and I have very different ideas about making love. He's abrupt, rough. Tries to call it passion. My definition is very much different."
He led me to his bedroom, in which there was a king size bed with four pillars on every side of the mattress.
He tossed off his jacket as he walked toward the bed.
A tinge of nervousness hit me. This was it. My first time. It wasn't like how I envisioned it happening. I expected more candles, maybe some flower petals. I was always the more hopeless romantic.
Carson was approaching me, met me eye to eye.
He kissed me again.
This. This was okay. It wasn't like the movies, no, but I definitely couldn't deny my attraction to Carson – or his brother for that matter. Even as he guided me in our embrace, the kisses meeting my face, I was constantly reminded of the fact that he wanted to share me, just to prove how much better of a lover he was.
I had to hope that this wasn't all bravado and he was actually terrible. As his hands ran through my hair and down my back, I was realizing that to be quite unlikely. Everywhere he touched me, gooseflesh appeared. He was good at this, damn good at this. Deft and delicate, I only wanted more from him, and let my own hands roam him back. He was firm and strong, and even through his shirt I could tell that he was incredibly ripped and strong.
Carson then used that strength to sweep me off my feet and carry me to
the bed, planting my back on it, and covering me right behind him. He whispered into my ears, his hot breath tickling them as he spoke. "Ever since I saw you, I knew I had to have you, Christine. I had to have you first. I would have broken the rules for it."
"Rules?"
"Me and my brother put a cap at one million, but I would have bet a billion for you."
His continued to devour me with his kisses, them raining down my cheeks, my mouth, down my neck and across my chest. He reached around my body and found the zipper that was keeping my dress in place, pulled it down, and with it, the garment as well.
Carson took the revelation of more of my flesh to ravish it, and make more the tiniest hairs on my body all perk up. He outlined my breasts with his fingers, my bra still protecting me from the best of his touch, and he proceeded to continue to use it against me. My nipples hardened, yearning for more of his touch, but I was denied, his hands going down my back, all across my thighs.
He was making my entire body want him. Every single nerve inside of me yearn for more of his touch. It was the move of both evil and genius at the same time.
My tormentor only briefly glanced over my panties, even though I knew he wouldn't ignore what laid underneath forever, but he was only going to drag it out further. Anticipation was powerful, and Carson was all about abusing that power to its absolute fullest.
His teasing continued, and I unhooked my bra, trying to encourage him to go forward. Luckily for me, he actually took the cue, pulling it off me and reveling in my naked breasts in front of him. Carson smiled, his approval comforting as I'd never shown them to anyone who should have been attracted to them before.
Doubling down on his admiration, he laid a kiss on my chest, and let his tongue roam around my nipple, and they were more than ready for his stimulation. The littlest bits of bliss were forming there under his licks, and it only got better as he showed my other breast the same attention, running his fingers softly over the teat that his tongue was neglecting at the time.
Even steadier, his hands slid down my naked body and toward my valley. Carson continued to suckle me as he slid his fingers into my panties, and saw how despite my initial confusion and protests, I was hot and ready for him already. "You're an awfully dirty girl for a virgin," he said.
"I have a very active imagination, and you're just making me imagine what's coming for me very shortly."
"Well I shouldn't disappoint you should I?"
He ran a finger suddenly over my nub and I damn near almost came from that alone. He continued, his finger deftly circling around my labia, letting the shock of his brief touch set in before doing it again. His fingers slipped into my slit, teasing me even further, and his kisses left my breast to cross my abdomen and down to my panties. Carson teased me even further through the fabric of my underwear, sucking on my clit for them, and letting me yearn for it to be gone.
My own hands reached for the band of my underwear, trying to push them down. All Carson did in return was grin like the asshole he was, then help me get rid of them. Bare in front of him, I was now completely at his mercy.
Carson was going to make sure that I wasn't going to regret it. He took in the sight of my naked body, nodded, and then flung off his own shirt. His chest was as good looking as it felt moments earlier, but I only got to see it briefly before he dropped to one knee, and then the other. His hand slid down my body from between my breasts back to my valley, before gently easing my legs apart. Carson's head drifted between my legs with a grin, as he was out to enjoy everything about me. Taking in my scent, then shocking me as he began to lick up my arousal, sucking it up like it were sweetest nectar on the planet.
It threw me off, the sudden surge that jolted through me did. It kept coming as his tongue pressed against everything tender down there, and started building the fires of lust inside me. No longer content with me simply enjoying the little things that he was doing to me, he was out to give me the absolute best, something that up to this point, I had only enjoyed by my own hand before this, and Carson was quickly proving his tongue was far greater than my fingers.
He continued to build at my ecstasy. Every lick around my labia, every little fuck with his tongue, every suckling of my clit, it was all orchestrated by him so damn well. His hands roamed my body, to keep the fire alive there and unify everything in my core. He wanted me to cum, and he wanted me to cum so damn hard.
It wasn't going to be long before he got his wish and I got my wish to. As much as I resisted the growing bliss inside me, pulling his hair, crossing my legs around his head, I was quickly heading toward that climax and fast.
When it hit me, it hit me hard. Every muscle tensing then releasing in bliss. So intense, so powerful, I moaned so loud for him as he was devouring me so completely. He didn't even stop as I screamed for him, wanting my orgasm to be sung out as loud as it possibly could be.
By the time he finally stopped, I was a panting, sweating, and highly satisfied mess. In my ecstatic haze, I watched as he stripped himself the rest of the way down and showed me his very well sculpted and toned body, with his hard, erect cock at the forefront.
Carson climbed on top of me, and gave me another kiss, as well as a look that told me he wasn't done yet. There was going to be even more to come for me. "I'm going to take you, Christine. Make you mine. Going to make it so you won't even want to touch my brother."
The thought swirled around in my head. The words that his brother took a very much different approach to love making. I wondered what it could be, as Carson was so dedicated and driven to my pleasure. What could Darren do that was all that different?
I couldn't think about that now. No, not with Carson over me, kissing me, and making me realize what I had at exactly this moment was good – damn good.
He brushed my clit again as he brought his cock to my pussy lips, right on the outside, ready to make me no longer a virgin. Despite my one orgasm already, I was still wet, and I was still hungry for more if we was offering it to me.
"I'm ready," I said, nodding enthusiastically for him.
He nodded back, and started to press forward inside of me, spreading my pussy lips as he entered. I cooed as he did so, feeling him fill me up so much.
Anticipation was driving me mad. Both of his – and my creation. I was afraid of all the rumors I heard that it would be terrible.
Truth be told, I barely felt any pain. I was aroused by him, so wanting him, I think my body just wanted him in, not caring one bit about any of my hymens protests and just letting him through.
Carson didn't rush me. Not one bit. He let me adjust to having the full might of his girth inside me before he slid himself out, and back in, and began the full proper fucking motion. He kissed me, he hugged me, he caressed me, and suckled my tits, it was all part of his worship as he created a rhythm with his cock.
I was loving every single moment of it. My entire body was alive with lust, from my skin to my nethers. I could only sit back and moan, with the occasional counter brush of his firm body. I did enjoy touching him, but I enjoyed the way he touched me so much more. His pace only grew faster and more rapid, and every time I noticed this change, he grunted and groaned himself, my body jerking at his cock, urging him to fuck me deeper.
Moaning, I relished it, feeling my legs unconsciously close around his body as he stayed on top of me. I realized that it was his bare, naked cock against inside my pussy. My unprotected, potentially fertile pussy. I thought about the risk of what was happening, but strangely trusted Carson to be able to control himself. After all, no man who was this good at making me climax could be inexperienced enough to spill his seed so suddenly. He would know when he was cumming.
I realized the irony of that thought with all the other girls through history who accidentally got knocked up. Even then, I remembered Bea's words and how that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Harder, faster, now so sure that I was adjusted to him, he was fucking me like a man possessed. Every penetration let blis
s shudder through my body, and all I could do was hold on, relishing all of it. I called out for him, and he only took it to another level in response. "God, you're so fucking tight, Christine. Never fucked anyone who felt as good as you do."
Even in my haze, his compliment made my smile curl a bit at the end.
"Fuck, I don't see how any man could last with you."
I was coming up to my climax once more by his hand, and it didn't help that he had reached between our body and began to massage my clit, all while never letting up fucking me. I was shaking, and ready to explode. One final flick, combined with one final thrust, was all that it took to send me over the edge, shaking in bliss and orgasm from his fucking.
So much more than the first, I was sent screaming, loudly. I knew we were alone in this place so I took advantage of it fully, calling his name as every nerve in my body flared with exquisite delight.
Carson never stopped. I could hear him grunting, trying to control himself, drag out by own utter bliss even longer, but he was nearing his climax too.
Even as my legs lost strength and dropped from around his back though, he wasn't stopping. He picked up my legs, folded me deeper, and kept fucking me. Carson grit his teeth. "Fuck, Christine, so fucking good."
The loudest grunt I heard from him that night was followed by him being forced to slow down, as I felt his balls pulse against my skin, his cock buried so deep inside, pressed to the hilt. Everything pulsed, for that matter, and he came. Burst after burst, every bit of his seed was being fired off inside of me, splashing against my cervix and making my eyes roll back in my head further.
I liked it. I really did like the feeling of him cumming so deeply inside of me. It was a wonderful finish to the blissful climax he had already given me.
Carson was in no rush to pull out. As the haze of orgasm cleared, it became obvious what he just did.
"You came inside me," I said, as he was still inside me.
"Yes." His voice was flat, obvious, like he couldn't understand why I would question that.
"I'm not on the pill. Or anything else."
"I knew that was likely."
"Is this where you tell me you had a vasectomy?"
