Light My Fire

I’m spending the last ten minutes of my life as a virgin.

Okay, I don’t know if the sex will start in exactly ten minutes. But I know the next time I walk into that kitchen, the next time I check on the puppies, the next time I sit on that sofa… I won’t be a virgin anymore.

I’m making a big deal out of this, I know.

But this feels momentous.

And I don’t think it’s the losing-my-v-card thing, actually. It’s how I’m doing it. Who I’m doing it with. How those amazing men downstairs knew exactly what I needed and just made it happen.

All of that downstairs—having three men basically tell me that I should have sex with Wyatt, and then doing it while two of them hang out knowing exactly what’s going on up here—should feel strange.

But on the contrary, I felt cared for.

Am I dreaming? Is this some kind of strange Stockholm syndrome that has set in since we’ve been snowed in and now delivered puppies together? In my mind it feels like Jackson and Luke were caring about me by convincing me to sleep with Wyatt, but is that crazy?

Maybe.

I’m willing to accept that, actually.

I love the feeling that Jackson and Luke actually hate the idea of some guy they don’t know taking my virginity. I love the idea that they care that this is good for me. I love the idea that they think Wyatt will be good to me.

Luke doesn’t even really like me, so that’s just further proof that he’s a good guy.

And Jackson does like me, but he’s willing to step aside and let Wyatt and me be together.

That’s really nice. And definitely confirmation that Wyatt is a wonderful choice.

I want to lose my virginity and, of course, I want it to be with a guy who knows what he’s doing, who is charming and sweet and who I’m extremely attracted to. It is a huge bonus that Wyatt also makes me feel safe and cared for, and like he’s the one who is lucky to be with me.

My only concern as Wyatt carries me up the stairs—that is a very hot fireman thing to do, by the way—and down the hall to his bedroom is that he’s about to ruin me for all other men.

Will I even want to have sex with anyone else ever again after this?

Wyatt Doherty is going to set the bar very, very high. And he hasn’t even gotten me onto the bed yet.

That changes ten seconds later.

Wyatt strides through his doorway, kicks the door shut behind us, and then lowers me onto the bed. He braces his elbows on either side of my shoulders and just looks down at me.

“Jesus Christ, you are gorgeous,” he says, his voice gruff.

I smile. “Thank you.”

He leans in and kisses me. It’s soft and sweet and just as I’m about to wrap my arms around his neck and deepen it, he lifts his head.

“Okay, my sweet little virgin, here’s how this is going to go,” he says.

The way he says ‘my sweet little virgin’ makes my pussy clench. There’s possessiveness there and an edge to his voice that makes me realize he’s really into this idea of being my first.

“I’m going to try my damnedest to go slow and make this sweet,” he says. He kisses me again softly.

I wiggle under him, wanting more. His body is so hard and hot against mine and I moan softly.

“But,” he says, lifting his head and moving one hand to my hip, where he grips me, stilling my motion. “It’s going to be tough for me. I want you so fucking much.” His gaze bounces back and forth between my eyes. “Christ, I want you so much,” he repeats. “But I will make this good for you. We’re going to give you a lot to like tonight, okay?”

I nod.

“But I need you talking to me,” he says. “I need to hear what you like, what you don’t like, if you have questions, if you want me to stop or go slower…” His gaze dips to my mouth and it’s as if he loses his train of thought. He kisses me again, this time licking his tongue over my bottom lip, then just briefly touching mine, before lifting his head. “Promise me you’ll talk to me, Brooke.”

I nod. “I promise.”

“Okay.” He gives me a slow grin. “This is going to be fun.”

I can’t help but smile back. “I’m looking forward to it.”

He chuckles and the low, deep sound rumbles through my body, making tingles dance over my skin. “I’m glad. Especially since you don’t even know how good it’s gonna be.”

I wiggle under him again. “Let’s get going.”

One brow lifts. “Oh, you’re not in charge here, darlin’,” he tells me. He squeezes my hip. “Though I do appreciate your enthusiasm.”

“You’re just teasing me now,” I say. I try to lift my hips, to grind against him a little, to try to move this along. I feel hot and restless and I want his hands and mouth all over me.

He shakes his head. “No. There will be time for teasing, and that can be very fun too, but I’m not gonna tease you tonight. Lots of pleasure and absolute fulfillment.”

I sigh happily. “Yes.”

“Do you have any questions for me right now? Anything you want to tell me? Anything you need to know?”

My brain is just saying get naked, get naked, get naked. “Can we take our clothes off now?” I ask.

In response, he kisses me one more time, this one deeper than all the others. His tongue strokes along mine, as I feel his hand slide from my hip down my thigh, then up my side to my breast.

He sits back, kneeling between my knees. “Let’s see this gorgeous body,” he says. “I thought I was going to die last night in the hot tub. Now I can get my hands on you and I can’t wait.”

He slips his fingers into the top of my pants, snagging my panties at the same time and strips them both down my legs. At the same time, I strip off my sweatshirt and toss it to the floor.

His hot gaze tracks over me as I reach back to unhook my bra. I barely have the tiny hooks undone when he grasps the front and plucks it off my body.

“There we go,” he says, scanning me from head to toe.

I always imagined that I would feel shy or embarrassed in a moment like this, but Wyatt makes me feel like a goddess. He’s looking at me as if he has never seen anything more beautiful, and it makes me want to stretch and pose for him.

“Holy shit,” he tells me, flattening his hand between my breasts and then dragging it down to my belly. “Even better than in my dreams.”

I arch up into his touch. “You’ve dreamed about me naked?”

His gaze meets mine as he cups a breast. I gasp as his thumb drags over the tip. My nipples were already hard, but I seem to be even more sensitive with his hand on me and electricity shoots from my nipple to my clit.

“The first time was after I met you at your brother’s retirement party,” he tells me, now rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.

I moan softly, my arousal a combination of his touch and his words.

“Touch me more,” I plead.

“Oh, I’m just getting started.” He plants the hand beside my head and leans over, licking his tongue over the nipple he just teased, then sucking. I am astonished by the heat that skitters through me. My hand instinctively goes to the back of his head, holding him in place.

He licks and sucks, then kisses his way to the other breast, where he does the same.

My pussy is throbbing, and I feel heat and a knot of need tighten in my lower belly.

“Wyatt,” I say softly, not even sure what exactly I’m asking for.

“I’ve got you, Brooke,” he says huskily against my breast. He shifts to the side, leaning on one elbow, sliding his hand over my hip to my belly, running it back-and-forth.

“Damn,” he says, his gaze fixed on his hand, and all of me naked below it. “If we’d gone to your room, we could’ve used your vibrator.”

I gasp. “How do you know about my vibrator?”

He looks at me with a wicked grin as his hand travels down my thigh. “Luke heard you with it last night.”

My eyes widen, and I feel my cheeks heat. “What?”

Wyatt strokes up and down my thigh with his huge hand, lighting little sparks of fire even though I’m grappling with definite embarrassment.

“He heard the vibrator first when he went down to use the powder room. But then he said he heard you moaning. Quickly figured out what you were doing.”

“Oh my God!” My hands fly up to cover my face.

Wyatt reaches up and tugs them away. “It was so fucking hot. You have no idea what that did to all three of us. To me, just hearing about it.”

I swallow hard. “What did it do?”

“Well, I jerked off twice last night thinking of you. And if I know those guys, they did the same.”

Wyatt’s hand slides up, and now he’s cupping my pussy. It’s just his full flat palm, but every nerve ending in my body now seems connected to that spot.

I cannot stop thinking about those three men aroused and masturbating, thinking of me.

Wyatt rocks the heel of his hand, pressing in against my clit. “Do you like that?” he asks. “The idea of three men, hands around their cocks, thinking of you and this sweet body, and this tight pussy, and that vibrator and wishing like hell they could be in that room with you?”

I can’t bite back the little whimper that comes out of my mouth. It’s definitely from the pressure he’s applying, but also from the images his words inspire.

“Yeah,” he says, pressing again and circling a little this time. “You and this amazing ass and these gorgeous tits and the fantasy of this sweet cunt, combined with your laugh, and your compassion, and your innocence, and just how good and light you make us all feel, has been a hell of a concoction to deal with this weekend.”

“Oh my God,” I murmur. I didn’t expect talk like this.

I also didn’t expect the way it makes me feel.

“Thank you for letting me be here like this with you,” he says, bending over and kissing me softly.

“Thank you,” I say against his lips, my fingers sliding up his back and into his hair.

“Oh, Brooke, you have no idea what a pleasure this is,” he tells me.

His finger is circling my clit and I feel hot and happy and tight and restless all at the same time.

“Now be a good girl and come on my fingers,” he says, sliding his thick middle finger into my pussy.

“Wyatt,” I gasp, the heat coiling tight as he slides it deep.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he says against my jaw. “So tight. You’re so perfect, Brooke.”

I work on just breathing. His finger is so much better than anything I’ve ever done to myself.

“How many guys have gotten this far?” he asks, sliding his finger out, then in again.

I wet my lips and shake my head. “None.”

He pauses. He shifts over me, so I have to look into his eyes. “None? No one’s ever even done this to you?”

I shake my head again. “No. Kissing. Touching my breasts. That’s it.”

He breathes out, looking amazed. “Okay,” he says, almost to himself. “Well, that’s a very nice discovery.”

“Is it?” I ask. “You all seemed so weird about finding out I was a virgin last night. Is it really nice to know I’ve never even… done this?”

He moves his finger in and out, leaning in close and dragging his mouth over mine. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. Knowing I’m the first to touch and pleasure and stretch this pretty pussy? The first to get to experience what it’s like when you come? This is the best fucking night of my life.”

I feel the beginning coils of an orgasm from just that one finger and what he’s saying to me.

“Jackson and… Luke,” I say. It feels strange to say other men’s names when I’m in bed with Wyatt with his finger there.

Or I feel like it should feel weird. But it doesn’t.

In fact, Wyatt’s eyes seem to darken a bit.

“What about Jackson and Luke?” he asks, moving that finger in and out in a steady rhythm.

“They acted weird about it.”

But Wyatt shakes his head. “Not weird. So fucking turned on they didn’t know what to do.”

He kisses me deeply as he pumps his finger deep. His thumb rubs over my clit and my orgasm is right there, hovering, needing just a little more speed and pressure. I lift my hips a little, pressing closer to his hand.

When he lifts his head, I can’t help but ask, “Really? That was turned on?”

He laughs softly, looking down at his hand between my legs. “The idea of how sweet you are, how all these other stupid men have been walking around and not realizing what was right in front of them, but we were sitting there with you, in your underwear, in a hot tub, far from civilization… yeah, it hit hard.”

“Oh.” I don’t really understand that, but I believe him.

“And they were thinking that it’s a lot of pressure to be with a virgin,” he says, sliding a second finger inside me.

I moan. The extra stretch is nice. He leans over and sucks on the nipple closest to him and I’m hit by a stronger wave of pleasure.

“Is it?” I ask, somehow. He said he wanted me to talk, and he doesn’t seem bothered by me asking about Jackson and Luke. “They were… intimidated by it?”

He nods. “They knew it would need to be extra good and special. Jackson likes things to be a little more… playful. Less serious.”

His fingers move together a little faster and I feel my pussy tighten around them.

I feel a little bad, but I think about Jackson and what sex with him might be like, how it might be different. But I’m not really sure I get it.

“And Luke,” Wyatt continues, adding his thumb back in, pumping and stroking. “Likes it a little rough.”

My pussy tightens again.

Wyatt lifts a brow. “Oh? You like that?”

“I have no idea,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks flush. “I don’t really know what that means.”

He thrusts a little faster. “It means that he definitely couldn’t take care of you the way I can.”

The cockiness in his voice and the way he’s watching my face as he finger fucks me is hot. I feel my orgasm pulling tighter and tighter.

“Wyatt,” I moan.

“Come for me, Brooke. Give me this first one. I need this pussy well prepped before I’m the first cock to sink into this sweet heat.”

“Oh god,” I moan again, arching my neck.

Then he does something that feels like he’s stroking deeper and more firmly, and it’s like he hits a certain spot. My orgasm hits all at once, and I feel my muscles clench around him as I cry out.

“Wyatt!”

“That’s it,” he praises. “Oh yes, that’s beautiful.”

He keeps his fingers moving as my orgasm washes through me and starts to fade slowly. His rhythm slows, and he lowers his head for a long, deep kiss as he slides his fingers free.

Then he starts kissing down my neck. “You are a dream. So fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Let’s do that again.”

“Ag—”

But he’s sliding down my body, between my thighs, and kissing my belly, then my mound, then my clit. The hot, electric shock that shoots through me as his mouth touches me makes me gasp his name.

He looks up at me. “Yes, again.”