AN: More lemon!
Chapter Seven
Mine
Gretel spent far too long in the shower. Her fingertips were pruning by the time she finally got herself out. Every place she cleaned brought back memories of Dirk's touch, and she found herself masturbating in the shower to relieve the desire she felt as she remembered his naked figure hunched over and thoughtful. After drying herself off and pulling on a baggy t-shirt and shorts, much like what she had been wearing when Ivan first came round, she poked her head into the barn and smiled peacefully as she realised all her livestock were sleeping.
She jumped when she heard a knock on the door and silently padded over to it, barefoot and making a minimal amount of sound. She peeked out of the peephole and found excitement race up her body as she saw Dirk standing there, shielding himself from the cold air. She watched him look expectantly at the door, almost as if he knew she was behind it and she nearly jumped when she heard him say, "Gretel, I know you're there."
Opening the door, she peeped around it to make sure it definitely was him. He eyed her hungrily, taking in the shorts and baggy t-shirt which revealed her toned legs. Impatiently he pushed the door open, causing her to stumble back a little. He slammed it shut behind him and dropped his coat in a nearby chair. He looked upset, but he didn't look defeated as he had done when she had first come over that afternoon. Instead, he looked like he had just fought in a war and had won. He tumbled onto her sofa and lay there, unmoving.
"H-how did it go?" Gretel asked padding towards him and looking down at him as he looked up at her, savouring the view of her long legs. My god, all girls should get involved in farming if it made them look as sexy as she did. Manual labour did wonders for her figure.
"He's upset. Kicked me out. Which is why I'm here," Dirk explained. He pulled out one of Gretel's hairclips from his jeans pocket. "You left this there by the way. Ivan went bright red with anger when he found it."
"I'm a horrible person," Gretel said, sinking into the armchair next to him, her legs swung over the side. Dirk found it hard to concentrate on anything else when those legs were dangling so close to him. Gretel caught his stare and said, "I just broke your brothers heart, and all you can think about are my legs?"
"Ivan will get over it," Dirk said gruffly, straightening himself in his seat and continuing to stare at her. "He will get over it far quicker than I ever would have."
"You would have gotten over it easy. I see the way Antoinette looks at you," Gretel said, rolling her eyes. She got out of her seat to head to the kitchen, but Dirk grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"I don't look at Antoinette the way I look at you," Dirk stated as he tugged her hand.
Gretel obliged him and tumbled down next to him, her expression a little sullen. A memory of Dirk and Antoinette giggling by the waterfall near her house suddenly came to mind and her cheeks suddenly grew hot. This memory unlocked several others where she had seen Dirk hanging around with other girls; Sherry, Daisy, Marian; and she came to realise that Dirk really was quite popular with girls. Maybe it was because of his boyish charm that girls found themselves so very comfortable around him; or at least, that was how it was for Gretel.
Dirk was lost in his own thoughts, his green eyes fixed on Gretel as he thought of how he'd betrayed his brother for her. The thought of hurting his brother was agonising to him, but being able to have the girl he truly wanted seemed to numb this. And oh how he had wanted Gretel. Of all the girls in town, she was the one he had wanted the most. He had already had a bit of a thing for blondes, but her tomboyish personality and empathy towards those around her had really won him over. He hadn't realised his own regard for her until he was threatened with the prospect of his own brother taking her away from him. When it came down to it; Ivan was the one who made him see what she really meant to him. He smiled weakly as he tugged her further towards him and pulled her into an embrace. 'I'm never letting you go,' he told her silently as she cuddled him back, her breasts pushing against his chest pleasantly. That's what he noticed; she wasn't wearing a bra. Almost instinctively, his hand reached around and cupped her breast, feeling that her nipples were hard already. Wow, was she serious?
"Jesus, Gretel," Dirk exclaimed, pulling back from her and finding her face completely flushed. She looked away from him and pouted like a child that had been found stealing from the cookie jar. Dirk massaged her breast though her t-shirt as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you're ready for this again?"
Gretel didn't reply. She felt so ashamed of herself right now. If someone had asked her one week ago about the possibility of her and Dirk ever being in this sort of sordid relationship, she would have flat out denied it. But now, she found herself being aroused simply by hugging him. The shame was made even worse by the fact that only a couple of days ago she had been blissfully kissing his older brother. However in spite of her shame and guilt, being with Dirk like this felt so completely right. She moaned as he pulled her t-shirt up and leaned down to suckle on her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple and sending tingling sensations around her body. She pushed him off her slightly and asked him, "Are you sure we should be doing this?"
Dirk ignored her question, scoping her up into his arms and carrying her over to her bed. He lay her down gently and began to undress as she lay there looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes, her body shaking with anticipating. While her mind reeled anxiously at the thought of going through it all again, her body longed for it. She shifted her hips slightly as she fought to keep control of herself, watching with fascination at how Dirk's body moved as he shrugged off his clothes. Dirk kept his eyes on her the entire time it took him to undress, taking in the curves of her body and the amusing expressions of anguish and lust. It was obvious to him that she fighting with her conscience.
Not feeling she could wait any longer, Gretel sat up and tugged her shirt off hurriedly. Her breasts bounced freely as she struggled with her shorts, and Dirk watched her with a smirk on his lips. She scowled up at him grumpily – she didn't like how amused he was at her eagerness. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Why?" he asked her as she finally got her shorts and panties off. He pushed her back onto the bed, moving her golden hair aside so he could kiss the soft skin of her neck. Gretel's eyelids fluttered shut as his lips caressed her skin with such gentility that she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on ends. Oh god, why did he have to make her feel so good.
She was unable to say anything more as he pinned her down to the bed once again, forcing her legs apart as he situated himself between them. Laying against her soft body felt so comfortable that he didn't want to move away, feeling her laboured breaths as she breathed against his heavy frame. She shifted her hips under him impatiently and he took the hint. His fingers found their way to her wet cavern and he dipped his index and middle finger inside her, slipping in with ease. He smiled against her neck; she really wanted him to fuck her again. He felt her moan beneath her, her back arching against his weight, and he struggled to control his urge to ram himself into her right then and there. But this time, he wanted to take it slow – they had all the time in the world now that he didn't have to worry about his brother coming home.
"Fuck me," Gretel begged huskily from under him, her thighs tightening around his hand as he began to slowly slip them in and out with a frustratingly slow pace. She was practically dripping now and her body felt like it was on fire despite having masturbated in the shower already. She couldn't understand why her body was reacting like this, it felt like she was in a dream that she could wake up from any second now.
"Not yet," Dirk told her, propping himself up by her side so he could watch her wriggle and moan from the attentions of his fingers. She was beautiful like this; a writhing, sensual mess of groans and sighs. It was better than he could have ever imagined – and to think he nearly lost this because of a stupid bet.
"Please," she pleaded, as if her life depended on it. She hated having to beg, but the long fingers he kept slipping in and out of her sopping wetness were driving her over the edge. They twisted and wriggled slightly as he rhythmically pushed them and out, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body and she found herself gasping for breath.
"Considering how wet you are, it's hard to believe you were a virgin," Dirk told her as he continued his torture. For a moment he pulled his fingers out of her and licked them curiously. It was strangely sweet and he chuckled when he heard her shriek in embarrassment.
"What are you doing?" she cried, covering her face in her hands and closing her thighs up.
"Don't close your legs," Dirk ordered, pushing them open once more and pushing his fingers back in.
Gretel groaned louder as he shoved them into her roughly, relaxing her legs as much as she could.
"Please... Dirk..." Gretel sighed, her hand coming up to her mouth to stifle the moans coming from her.
As he did before, Dirk swatted her hand away. "Don't make me tell you again. Or do you want me to tie you up?" He pulled his fingers completely out of her and she groaned in frustration, her dark violet eyes flashing angrily as she stared up at him with desperation and anger.
"Tell me how much you want it," Dirk ordered her, positioning himself above her on all fours. She looked at him, her eyes roaming his looming figure and resting on his erect member. Oh how she wanted to feel it sheathed inside of her, but she wanted to try to maintain some sort of dignity.
"Don't make me say it," she said moodily, turning away from him and looking at her bedside table where she saw a picture of her with her mum and dad. She reached out and turned it face down in embarrassment, not wanting to think what her mother would say if she knew that her daughter was getting screwed before she was even married.
"Say it," Dirk barked bossily from above her as he leaned back and rolled her over onto her front. Gretel gave a cry of surprise and outrage as Dirk positioned himself on top of her, but her voice stilled as she felt his tip touch her entrance. Her throat felt dry from all her moaning, and she swallowed hard in anticipation. Her body screamed at her to comply, just so she could feel him inside her again. "Say it, Gretel," Dirk breathed in her ear, causing her to shiver.
"I want it," she said unwillingly, moaning as she felt him slip in part way. He stopped expectantly, as if wanting her to say more. She shut her eyes as she finally said, "I really really want it. Please Dirk... fuck me."
This was enough for Dirk and he thrust into her roughly, groaning as loudly as she did. Gretel clutched at her pillow as he filled her with his twitching member. It still stung slightly, but it felt satisfying to feel him inside her again. She glanced up at him as best she could from her current position, and smiled with satisfaction as she saw him with his eyes shut, his face betraying just how much ecstasy he was in at being completely inside her.
"Fuck me," she demanded when she realised he wasn't moving. He opened his eyes and blinked down at her curiously. Was she trying to order him around? Wordlessly he began to start to piston in and out, causing her to wince and clutch at her pillow so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Oh god," Dirk groaned above her as he continued to pump into her, sliding in and out with ease. "I really do love you Gretel. You feel fucking amazing."
Gretel moaned appreciatively at this, spreading her legs wider. All embarrassment gone now that he was finally inside her, she cried, "Fuck me harder. Harder!"
Dirk complied, thrusting in as deep as he could, panting from the effort and spurred on by her groans and gasps. "Mine," he thought to himself, not realising he had said it aloud. "You're mine."
"Yes," Gretel replied between gasps, her cheeks flushing with pleasure at having Dirk claim her so possessively, both physically and emotionally.
