Super Bowl
It was super bowl Sunday, not that I really cared. I wasn’t into football, I was more interested in being a recluse at home or out riding dirt bikes.
But...it was winter, three feet of snow covered the ground, and Jack wanted to go to his brothers house for the game.
It was no secret that I had secretly longed for Ryker since I’d met Jack, the first time I’d ever met his brother it was an instant crush. Over the course of three years those feelings never subsided.
So...here I was, an hour into the party, and ready to go home. Especially after finding Jack in the hallway with another girl, a girl Ryker had dated once before...Sadie or Sage, I couldn’t remember her name.
It didn’t matter, Jack had his tongue shoved down her throat and a hand down her pants. I’d seen enough, I found my way into the kitchen where Ryker was hanging out by himself.
“Not enjoying the game,” he asked, looking up from his phone, doing a double take when he saw my state of distress, “what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing—I need to go.”
“No fucking way—what’s wrong?”
Then he looked to the two who’d entered the kitchen, both grabbing a beer and walking through without paying us any mind.
He knew.
“Come here, Jess,” he tells me, actually being gentle when he reaches out to pull me into him.
“He’s a piece of shit—that little bitch doesn’t deserve you.”
I sniffle, but refuse to cry in front of Ryker—damn he smells good.
“Want to get back at him?”
“What? How?”
“Get on your knees, babe.”
My eyes grow wide.
“What?”
“Get on your knees, Jess, we’re getting back at that jackass.”
I don’t know what possessed me to listen, but I found myself on my knees, looking up at Ryker, an easy smirk rested on his lips, and in that moment I knew I would do anything for him.
When his zipper came down and his cock sprang free, he didn’t have to tell me what to do.
I sucked him into my mouth eagerly, earning words of praise from him.
What the hell was I doing?
“Good girl,” he chuckles as he forces his cock down my throat, holding it there for a few seconds, “look how hot you look with a dick in your mouth...not even choking.”
I whine out a moan, pressing my legs together.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth, pulling my hair up into his hand while yanking my head back to look up at him.
“No tears either,” he chuckles again, “very good girl.”
He shoves himself back in my mouth, his balls hitting my chin with each thrust. I can’t help but moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his shaft.
“Oh fuck, baby, do that again!”
I moan again, louder when he forces himself down my throat again, he grunts a few times while unloading his salty cum into me.
When Ryker pulls out he look down at me, a grin on his face.
“Damn, sweetie...I have to say that I’m jealous of Jack now.”
Of coarse he brought up Jack, my fiancé in the other room who currently had his tongue down some girls throat.
That’s how I ended up in this predicament.
Ryker pulls up his pants, then reaches down to pull me up from my knees, his skilled hand dives right into my jeans, finding my clit and soaking wet pussy.
“I wonder what he would think, knowing his brother was in the next room fucking his girl.”
“I—Ryker, w-we shouldn’t.”
“Tell me why not, Jess, why fight something that we both want?”
He dips a finger into my center, causing my eyes to roll.
“How long have you wanted me, Jess? Now here I am, giving myself to you...do you have any idea his long I’ve wanted you?”
My eyes focus back on his.
“You’ve wanted me?”
“I’ve been jealous of that little prick since the day he brought you home.”
I think my heart might have just skipped a beat, I start shaking instantly with excitement.
“Come on, baby girl, let me bend you over the kitchen counter right now and let me fuck this pussy...let him walk in on us. I don’t give a fuck.”
Ryker doesn’t wait for an answer, he spins me around so that my front is against the edge of the counter, his already hardened dick pressed against my ass.
“Tell me what you want, Jess,” he whispers against my ear, just in time for Jack to walk into the kitchen.
Much to his promise, Ryker doesn’t show any sign of caring that he is still pressed against me, I don’t think Jack even noticed yet, as he was too infatuated with finding another beer in the back of the fridge.
When Jack does turn around, he looks from me to Ryker, then back to me before twisting the top off of his beer.
“What are you guys doing in here? The game is on.”
“Figured you’d want some alone time with Sadie,” Ryker fires at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb, Jack, Jessica saw you two.”
Jacks face is impassive—then he shrugs.
“Guess if you don’t like it you shouldn’t look, huh?”
“What the fuck, Jack?!”
Did he seriously just say that to me?
I turn to Ryker, looking up at him for a moment. What the hell was I doing? I was with the wrong brother—I’d always been a with the wrong brother.
That was about to change.
I lift my hand and twist the silver engagement ring from my finger, watching Ryker the whole time, I didn’t miss the smirk on his lips.
Then I turned to Jack who was nursing his beer on the other side of the counter, watching with wide eyes as I remove the ting he had given me two years ago.
“Keep in mind that once you take that thing off, I won’t be giving it back, Jessica,” Jack hisses at me, his face goes red.
“That’s alright,” Ryker says, snatching the ring from me and handing it to his brother, his arm comes around me, pulling me back into him again, “I’ll get her a nicer one.”
Jack slams his beer in the counter, and if looks could kill, one of us would be dead.
“You’re fucking my brother?!”
“We haven’t fucked yet, but I had my cock shoved down her pretty little throat before you walked in here.”
There were no more words between the two brothers, I’d never seen Jack move as fast as he did. He launched himself over the counter at Ryker, which resulted in him being knocked to the ground and choked out in a matter of seconds.
A crowd had gathered in the kitchen, I expected yelling, maybe some gasps...it was dead silent.
Ryker stood from Jack’s unconscious form on the floor, I watched for a few seconds hoping to see his chest rise and fall. When it did, I look at Ryker.
“Party is over, everyone get your shit and get the fuck out.”
He wraps an arm around my waist again, pulling me to his front again, his cock is still hard against my ass.
“What the fuck are you all looking at? You heard me!”
No one stood around this time, he looks down his nose at me, “I wasn’t fucking around when I said I’ll get you a nicer ring, Jess.”
“But—your brother—“
“He can fuck off—you’re my girl now, as long as you’ll have me.”
“Really?”
He nods his head, leaning down too give me a deep kiss while his brother began to stir on the floor.
“Jack—time for you to go home,” Ryker tells him nonchalantly while he leads me out of the kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom.
He closes the bedroom door, a few seconds later I hear the front door slam shut.
Ryker wastes no time tossing me on the bed and removing his jeans, his shirt follows and then he attacks.
My ankle is grabbed and he yanks me to the edge of the bed leaving me in a fit of giggles.
“What do you want, Jess?”
“You.”
He raises his eyebrows a smirk in his lips, “do you want to be my girl?”
“Fuck yes.”
He groans and leans down to kiss me, only breaking for a moment to remove my shirt and bra.
His eyes light up at the sight of my pierced nipples and he looks at me for permission to touch them, when I nod he twists one between his fingers, sucking the other into his mouth.
“Fuck...”
Jack had played with them before, but was always too scared to be rough, Ryker didn’t care, it was almost like he knew I could handle the bit of pain that he gave.
“R-Ry,” I pant, “I want to suck your cock...please.”
“Oh do you now?”
I can only nod.
He doesn’t let me up, instead, he straddles my shoulders with his legs and thrust me his dick down my throat as I am laying down.
Oh. My. Fucking. Hell.
“Good girl,” he whispers, shoving himself in to the hilt.
He picks up speed with his thrusts, grunting as he dominates my mouth again, I would never get tired of this.
“Look at me, Jess.”
I open my eyes as he continues his assault.
“Look at you, you like that don’t you?”
I hum on him, it is enough to push him over the edge and he unloads his seed into my throat again.
