by Mia Ford
I had to go to Mazatlán. I had to further my career, even if these sexy brothers drove me away to another company. I never traveled, and the pictures were amazing to look at. I wanted to be on that beach with the moon shining brightly, but I pushed the idea of two sexy men there with me out of my head. I should just meet a random man and get it over with. It was a resort on a beach, and there had to be some hot, vacationing man there that could give me what I now wanted.
I don’t know how much work I got done the rest of that day, but it wasn’t enough. I was thinking about lunch and the feeling of a strong hand caressing my thigh over the skirt that I wore that day, the material so thin that I could feel the heat. I could feel it after the feeling traveled up my skin and between my legs, leaving me with a need that I was too scared to quench. I took a ragged breath and looked towards the bathroom, thinking about the ten stalls in there where anyone else could be. I then thought about the private one just a few feet away from him where I could take care of myself alone and near the men that were causing this burning inside of me. The idea of asking them to use it made my skin heat up, and I dropped my hand down as I took a long look around. I was alone in this corner, and nobody would know what I did as my hand slipped between my thighs, over the material of my skirt. All I had to do was just rub my swollen clit and make my world shake for a moment to get through this.
I was past the skirt and the underwear, stroking myself hard as I held in the scream that was in my throat. I came the way that I wanted to, hard and fast as I pressed my lips together. I leaned back in my seat as I heard the door to my right open and prayed for a few more seconds to myself.
By the time Brandon walked by, I was sitting up straight and trying to look normal as aftershocks passed through me. My hand was still on my bare folds, my wet skin but I just needed to worry about my face right now. He glanced at me and paused as his eyes drifted hungrily over me. He inhaled deeply as I blushed and licked his lips. “Is that how you look when you come?” His eyes roamed over the desk as he seemed to consider crawling right over it. I wanted to slide my chair back and bring his face down to taste me, a thought that made me feel ashamed inside. Suddenly, the orgasm wasn’t enough for me, and I widened my eyes as we looked at each other. “You have a room booked in a month, Jane. I wish it were closer to mine so I could at least hear you.”
He chuckled as he walked towards the break room and I was left alone. I swallowed the lump in my throat before reaching for a tissue to wipe off my hand before I made my way to the bathroom to use it and wash my hands. I could see the slight wrinkle in the material of my skirt as I glanced in the mirror, but the flush to my cheeks was what got my attention more. I looked happy, and I realized what a real orgasm with a real man would feel like as I shook my head.
I lived in New York, and I could meet a man. Hell, I had been hit on a handful of times here but it just never appealed to me before this.
I got back to my desk and forced my head back into work, trying to ignore the closed door to my right. I didn’t know when Brandon returned or what he might have said to me if I’d been there. I wondered if he told Brent and what that brother might think if he knew. He was as big a part of the fantasy in my mind as I came as Brandon, if not more at times.
It was going to be a long month if this was the beginning of it but I’d take that time to get over these men that were haunting my mind. I would work, spend time with Breanna, and go home to sleep and start all over. I still saw the employees from my old company here and there as well, and that would distract me.
That night, I also bought some toys from an online company that I’d heard friends talk about. I’d touched myself over the last few years, but after today, I needed more to satisfy myself. I asked for overnight shipping before I paid and dropped back to my mattress as I sighed in relief. Maybe that would calm me down and get me through life without all of this catching up to me too much.
CHAPTER 25
Brent
I couldn’t believe when Brandon told me he walked out to her getting herself off, right there at the desk. I had to force myself to stay seated and not go out there to clean her pussy out with my mouth. The look in her eyes after I’d made myself clear with Brandon had nearly sent me over the edge as I saw the want in them. Jesus, she liked the bossy side of me as much as she liked Brandon’s bold flirting. She liked all of it; this sweet, innocent girl that worked for us. I wondered what she’d look like bent over on our couch as I took her from behind, slapping her ass as she cried my name. I pictured he bent over Brandon, sucking him off as I’d seen other girls do as my cock hardened painfully in my pants.
I sent a text to someone, planning to stop by to see her and work this out of my system. I left at five, despite the work that I needed to do. Brandon followed me with his own plans, and I threw the keys to the car since I was planning to take a cab. I ran my hands through my hair as I walked to the curb to flag a car down. I felt like I was losing control of myself and repeated her wishes in my head a million times so I wouldn’t try to fuck her. I had plenty of women ready to drop to their knees for me in more ways than one to please me. Delilah was a girl I’d met a couple of months back at a bar, and she was a fun raven-haired girl that had no boundaries. That is where I was headed tonight since I knew I had to work this out of my system, work or not. I had to find something that could distract me from Jane so I could get through the days there and not think about her as much as I had been. Brandon ruined me by telling me what he saw.
I hopped into the back of the car and told the driver Del’s address as he made the short drive to her place. She lived in a great part of town, having money like we did and the same childhood. I thought that she might be a bit fucked up from her parents, who never seemed to be around for her at all but it was getting me sex tonight, and that worked for me. I needed sex tonight.
I handed the guy a few big bills and slipped out once he jerked to a stop, climbing the stairs to her place. She opened the door, dressed in a tiny denim skirt and black lace t-shirt, smiling seductively at me. “Here I thought you were busy at work,” her voice was low, and I pushed past her, closing the door with my foot before I pulled her face to mine for a deep kiss. “Wow. Hi, Brent.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I shoved her against the wall as she moaned against me. Her legs were clinging to my waist as we kissed, all tongues and teeth. I longed for her to be a little taller, curvy with full lips like Jane but I would make do. We stayed there for a little while, working ourselves up until I carried her quickly to her bedroom down the hallway, kissing her the entire way. I was familiar with the floor plan to her massive two story place, thankful that she slept on the first floor and not the second in times like this.
I let her slide down my body to feel how hard I was for her, lifting her shirt off once her feet hit the floor. She stripped off her skirt on her own and then unbuttoned my pants as I kicked them off. We fell onto the bed, kissing as I scooted her up to the pillows and found her jaw and then her neck. Del liked my teeth, and I used them everywhere to make her hot for me, enjoying the whimpers of pain and pleasure that came from deep in her throat. I moved between the apex of her thighs and attacked her with my tongue there, finding her ready for me as I stroked myself slowly. I made her come against me, feeling her rock against me as she screamed my name as I leaned over and grabbed a condom from a drawer near the bed. I covered myself and lifted her feet to my shoulders, plunging deep inside of her as she cried out. We established early on that she liked it rough and that’s how I gave it to her, telling her to get on her knees halfway through. I took her from behind, savagely as I closed my eyes and imagined Jane’s wide-eyed stare as I gripped the hips before me. I came with a roar, still fantasizing as I shot into the latex and she tightened around me for another release. “Not a word when you get here and then that. What has you so worked up?” Delilah asked me as she dropped to her stomach and sighed slowly.
“I just needed to feel you wrapped around me,” I delivered
a favorite line as she giggled and shook her head.
“I don’t think you’re that addicted to me. You boys don’t get hooked to anybody from what I read.” Her voice was teasing, and there wasn’t a trace of jealousy in it, which I liked. Delilah knew the game well, and she was a perfect pawn in my game tonight. She got hers, and I got mine.
“Not the types at all. Now would not be the time to because we work so fucking much,” I groaned as I moved to my feet to head to the bathroom door. I tied off the condom and got a bottle of water from the fridge before returning. I played down my role in the company, making it sound like an inconvenience to this crowd. Few of them worked, and most hid behind the facade of college, making their parents pay for the partying more than the books. I sipped from the bottle and handed it to her, watching her thick, straight hair fall over her shoulders as she tilted it back.
“How is that going?” Delilah asked as I shrugged.
“Good. It was all set up when we stepped in, and it’s been a smooth transition. The staff is great there,” I kept my answer short, not discussing how close my family was with anybody. I saw a lot of these people at social functions, and a lot were even at the funeral, but I saved my grieving for later. That was my time. “How’s school?”
“Dad wants me to go into law. That’s another round of school, and I’m tired of this one,” she whined in a tragic voice as I rolled my eyes. She never worked a day in her life and school was her only responsibility. How hard could it fucking be for her? I realized that I never went to school, but still,…it was just classes and some homework mixed with a lot of partying. That’s what I’d heard, anyway. I didn’t see it being much more than that when Dad hammered Brandon and me about it.
We went for it another couple of times, this time including head for me and a lot of spanking for her before she was screaming my name again. Jesus. She was too easy, and I tried to get one more orgasm out before I left for the night, since this girl was not the kind that you spent the night with. I also worked in the morning and just wanted to go from my house. She walked me to the door in an oversized t-shirt and kissed my neck before telling me to call her soon. It was then that Brandon asked me if I needed a ride home since his flavor of the night lived close by. I agreed and sat on the steps to take in the city while I waited for him to pull up. It was later now, and fewer people were on the street as I breathed in the cold Winter air. Brandon pulled up, and I slipped into the passenger seat and glanced at him. “Did you work a sweet Southern pussy out of your system?” He asked as I groaned.
“Fuck, no. I tried, but that is going to take a while. A long while and probably when I am over it, we’ll be seeing her in a bikini on the beach.” I shook my head. “Damn, that is going to look at and not touch.”
“Bet there will be a lot of babes there for us. You’ve heard Dad’s stories about the single people. We have an entire week there, Brent,” Brandon told me as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“Hopefully,” I mumbled and thought about the few hours of sleep that I’d be getting before tomorrow. I walked into my room and changed into some boxers to sleep in for the night, falling asleep quickly thanks to my work out tonight. The alarm screamed at me too early, and I hit it, considering playing dead today. I didn’t want to think about the orders waiting for us or the pretty assistant that was denying us her body.
I was ready to leave at the usual time and drove us in. Brandon sipped coffee and checked scores on his phone, cursing when he saw the Ranger’s loss. “Fuck. They won’t have a chance at the Cup with this shit.”
“We should check out a game. We have seats through the company.” Dad always used to give us tickets, not using them himself because he was focused on work and family. We went to a few games as a family here and there, but Brandon was more of a fan thanks to a couple of his friends.
“If they don’t sink,” he muttered as I parked in the garage. We got out and walked over to the elevator and Brandon hit me in the arm. “Look at her.” Jane was ahead of us, wearing some fitted black slacks that showed off her ass and a white shirt that was sheer enough to get a look at the camisole underneath. I slowed and controlled my breathing for a moment, letting her get on with the group of people that she was talking to. One of them was a guy, and I narrowed my eyes at his smile before the doors closed.
Jane had to come into the office to give us some papers today, and she was nothing more than civil every time. She looked beautiful but was clearly uncomfortable, and I wondered how this happened when we didn’t even sleep with her at all. I looked at the email that confirmed the room reservations as well as the flight information that I made for the three of us. I sent it along to her and resisted telling her to get some sexy clothes for the trip since I was trying to be professional. I was trying hard, and I’d go back to Delilah’s and any other girl to work this out of my system.
I went home that night to have dinner with the family after work, seeing that Jane left just before us. We weren’t watching her get to the bus anymore, and I didn’t like that, but it seemed to be what she wanted. She lived here for a while now and had a system. After dinner, I sent Del some dirty messages and got off that way from the comfort of my own bed with a box of tissues. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do, and I’d get some damn sleep.
The weeks passed slowly before everyone was talking about the trip the following week since half of the office was going. Everyone looked forward to this, and the fun was had due to the work time and play time was equally divided. All our managers were going and some of their assistants, all staying in the same hotel. That could get interesting, though I wanted nobody in the office more than I wanted Jane. She seemed to be warming up to us a little, being friendly and even working with us in the office since we both backed off. Jane asked us a few things about these trips, and I was honest about the fact that they got a bit indecent. The blush on her face was worth it. She didn’t seem at all like the type to be involved with that kind of thing, but it was fun to embarrass her.
We left that Friday, leaving early the following morning for the week. I packed both work clothes and casual clothes for the trip as I felt my shoulders relaxing. I was going to enjoy myself every chance I got, even though this wasn’t one of the trips that Brandon and I made in the past.
CHAPTER 26
Jane
I stared at my suitcase open on my bed for a long moment. I was going to a beautiful resort for my job tomorrow. I had plenty of sundresses, casual work clothes, and a couple of nicer things for any fancier occasions. I had packed four pairs of shoes and some various accessories before I went to make myself some tea. I went over my stuff in my head once again as I waited for the whistle, wondering what Brent and Brandon would be wearing there. They backed off from me at work, and I acted like they didn’t affect me, making it a relatively pleasant work environment. I knew from Google that they were out doing their thing and I had a drawer full of new friends that worked them out of my system on a nightly basis. I giggled as I thought about packing some and getting caught by the airport. That would be so embarrassing since a lot of us were flying together. I would figure something out there. The friends I’d made at the office included a guy named Nate, who was handsome enough and kind but he wasn’t the sexy twins that I worked for. I didn’t have the heart to use him for my first time when it wasn’t even him that I was thinking about.
If that were to happen at all, it would be with someone there that I’d never see again. Ever.
I finished and set the bag by the door as I folded some jeans and a tank top to wear tomorrow. It was expected to be warm where we were going, so I only planned to wear the jacket to the airport tomorrow. I slipped into a t-shirt and found a book on my Kindle to read in bed as I let myself relax. This was going to be work, but it was also going to be fun. There was a fantastic beach and several pools to find peace at, as well as a few clubs and bars to let loose at. My move to New York was the biggest experience of my life so far, and I wanted to live a
little.
I looked in the drawer beside me, thinking that I should spend a little time with my favorite toy before I left. I grinned and set the book down to reach for it, going to my stock images of the twins in my head to use as my fantasy. I finished and put it back before sipping my cooling tea and closing my eyes. If this stuff made me feel this way, I could only imagine what a man would feel like.
I rose to shower and get ready for the flight, sipping coffee to wake up as I put on a little makeup and add a few last-minute things to the bag. There was a car service picking me up, and I made a quick walk through the apartment to make sure that everything was ready to go. I was thankful that I didn’t get the kitten I’d wanted for the last year at this moment so I could leave without worry.
The flight was quiet since a lot of people seemed to sleep through it. It was a day’s worth of traveling, and even I dozed off since I got caught up in my activities last night. The twins weren’t with us, making me assume that they had a different flight or perhaps chose first class. I didn’t care how I flew, though this plane was beautiful and spacious. I just wanted to be in the ocean.
We arrived around seven in the evening, though my body was a little off. Not nearly as much as I expected, though. We took shuttles to the resort and got settled in before the casual night in the hotel bar meeting everyone. I walked into my fifth-floor room, and my mouth dropped open. It was large with whitewashed walls and a huge bed against the wall that faced the windows and the balcony. Those windows offered an impressive view of the pretty blue ocean and a long stretch of beach that I would be on every chance that I got. I put my clothes away with the door wide open, breathing in the salty air as I worked and looking out quite often. Once I was done with the clothes portion, I stepped into the bathroom and took a long look at the large space with a luxury shower as well as a claw tooth bathtub. “They didn’t cut any corners, did they?” I asked myself softly as I got my things arranged on the counter.