by Kira Blakely
I already know what that problem is.
He wants to fuck her.
Knowing him, he’s probably fallen for her. My brother’s the one with the heart. I’m the hard bastard who parties, fucks, and does whatever the fuck I want.
And now, whatever the fuck I want is her.
I’ve never had a reaction to a woman that’s floored me, but this one has.
So what if he likes her? She can still be mine. For the weekend. He doesn’t have to know she’s here.
Danielle is naked in front of me on the sand. She’s fucking gaping at my body, and I haven’t even whipped out my cock yet. That’s one treasure she’ll squeal for.
My only concern is she’ll get addicted to it and want more than I can give.
“Don’t move,” I grunt.
Christ, the front of my chinos are wet at the sight of her.
She’s tan, but her tits are paler than the rest of her, brown-pink nipples puckered, her hair swept to one side in the light breeze. The sun beats down on her, and sweat shimmers on her forehead.
She waits for me and slowly clicks her teeth together. Lifts that dropped jaw.
This is my brother’s fantasy, not mine.
But I’m tired of playing second fiddle. Shit, I’m the one who jets off to every corner of the earth to keep our business prospects interested. I’m the one who pitches new tech inventions to old Japanese dudes and chicks in suits.
Fuck it.
I’m doing this.
I unzip my chinos and let them fall. My cock bounces free, and my girl actually whimpers.
That’s right, Dani. It’s all for you, baby. All for you.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says and writhes on the spot. Her tits jiggle, and I trace a line from one to the other with my gaze, then down to the shaven mound between her legs, pale as well. I bet it’s smooth, and her walls are fucking silk.
“You’re mine,” I grunt again. I have to keep saying it. No real reason. Just to reinforce it to her. So she knows that I’ll own her, I’ll fracture her. Ruin her for other men.
My brother included.
I stride across the beach, closing the distance between us, and she shivers, practically dances out of her skin. A low moan builds in her throat, louder, and louder, and louder…
I cut it off with a kiss. I claim her mouth with my lips, part them roughly, and taste champagne on her tongue.
Fuck yes. Fucking god. What the fuck?
It’s too good. My dick drags across her belly—I outsize her by a lot—and I lift her with ease by the apples of her ass cheeks, and splash out into the water.
The masks are still on, but I don’t need to see all of her face. Her body answers my every question. It’s supple beneath my fingertips, pliable. She’ll do whatever I want, and that’s exactly how it should be.
“So long,” she moans, against my lips, against my tongue.
“What?” I grunt and splash deeper into the ocean. The waves rock against our bodies, but I make sure we’re not totally submersed. I won’t have the water washing away all that delicious wetness between her legs.
“Nothing,” she whispers.
I suck her bottom lip and bite a little. “Say it.” Another command.
Her tits press into my chest, her nipples grazing the skin and smattering of hair there, and I spank one ass cheek. “Say it!”
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she moans.
My brother. She’s wanted Holden for so long. Christ, what am I doing? This is wrong.
But I can’t care more than that brief thought. She’s hot and wet against me. Her pussy’s heat spreads against my abs. I slide her lower and rub my dick between those lips, swollen for me as they should be.
“You don’t have to wait anymore,” I say. “Dani.” Her name comes out before I can stop it, and she stiffens. I pinch her ass cheek to snap her out of it. “I told you. You’re mine.”
She doesn’t relax, so I grind my dick up and down between her pussy lips, rub it against her clit, and bring another moan from deep within that tight little body.
“Oh, god,” she whispers. “Oh, my god.”
“That’s right,” I reply.
I place my head at her slick, quivering entrance, and she gasps.
“Are you ready, Dani?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Yes, Mr. Long.”
Jesus Christ. That’s good.
“I like that,” I reply. “You call me that from now on. Just that.” This way, she won’t let slip my brother’s name halfway through.
“Mr. Long,” she repeats.
“How bad do you want it?”
“More than you know. I want you, baby,” she groans. “I want to come for you.”
“You’re going to.” I kiss her collarbone then suckle on her salted neck. “You’re going to come so hard you’ll fracture, baby girl. You’re going to scream. Do you hear me? You’re going to come so hard you scream, and even then, I’m not going to stop.”
“Fuck me, please,” she begs. “Please.”
I slide my head into her cunt, and I actually lose my mind for a second. Fucking hell. It’s like being dipped in chocolate. It’s like losing myself in the softest, sweetest prison imaginable. One I never want to leave.
I’m her hostage until this is over. And I don’t want it to end.
I ram my cock inside, bury myself in that silken jail, and growl against her neck. I shift my grip, hold her in place with one arm around her waist and the other grasping the back of her neck, pressing her soft hair to it.
Everything about this chick is smooth.
“Mine,” I growl. “You’re mine, now. Mine!” It’s feral, the words escaping me aren’t planned. They come from the base of my fucking balls.
My dick is almost too big for her, but she accepts all of me anyway, her bottom lip trembling, her eyes wide, eyelashes fluttering with each thrust. That pussy tightens around me, threatens me with an orgasm before I’m ready.
Fuck that.
I bend her petite frame to my will. Arch her until the base of my dick rubs against her moist clit. Each of my thrusts brings a gasp from her, then a moan, then a muted scream, as she pulses toward her edge.
She breaks around me. Milks my dick so hard it’s all I can do not to fill her up, right here, right now, but it’s not enough.
Dani shakes and finishes in my arms, goes limp.
I don’t stop pumping. “It’s not over yet, girl,” I say. “Hold on.”
She claps her hands down on my shoulders, tits still jouncing with every beat, and tightens the grip of her legs around my waist. “It’s too good,” she says. She struggles as if she wants to go, but she wants to stay, as if she can’t take anymore, but she wants it all. “I’m going to come again.”
“Good. Come again. I told you,” I say, between thrusts so deep and so hard the words hiccup out of me. “I told you, I’m not going to stop.”
Dani’s back arches even more, I hold her upright, pinning her on my dick. I’m her anchor in this fucking ocean, metaphorical and real. Her cunt clenches around me again, this time longer and harder, and she squirts and drips everywhere.
She screams, wordlessly, jamming along to her own drum beat.
I can’t take it anymore. It’s too good. It’s too fucking dirty good.
My climax shoots from the base of my balls, through my dick, and I release inside her, six deep shots of my cum against those velveteen walls. “Yes,” I growl. “Yes. That’s good, Dani. That’s so good.”
I slide out of her because I’m fucking dizzy from this. It’s sapped me of my energy. I stumble back, still with her in my arms, and sit down in the waves. They wash me clean of her juices, and her of mine.
She curls into my chest, burying her head in my neck. She doesn’t say a word.
“We’re doing this again,” I say. “Tonight. There’s a banquet in the hall. You’ll be there.”
She nods, her lips against the crook of my neck.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s get you back to your villa.”
I’d stay with her all day, eat her pussy this time, but I’ve already got somewhere else I need to be.
A meeting with my twin brother. The man I’ve just betrayed.
Chapter 5
Danielle
I stand underneath the water and let it scour the salt from my flesh. Nothing can remove the sensation of Holden’s fingers biting into my skin, the thickness of him inside me, or the warmth of his cum dripping from my pussy.
Every second of it was too good to be true.
I can’t believe this has seriously happened.
He recognized me this afternoon, and he wants to see me again tonight at the banquet.
My heart won’t quit doing flip-flops.
This was the last thing I’d expected.
All I’d wanted was a chance to be with him, even if he didn’t realize who I was behind the mask. An opportunity to get my obsession with him out of my system, but this was complicated.
He knew who I was, weird that he’d called me Dani though, and that meant things were about to change in a big way.
I step under the water and let it run through my hair and down my spine. Tonight, I’ll look perfect. I’ll do my hair and choose the most tempting dress for the banquet.
This afternoon changed me. I’ve never been emotionally inhibited, and the fact that we experienced that together makes it so much more difficult not to fall harder for Holden.
I’m already in too deep.
I sigh and scrub my hair, then wash the rest of my body, paying special attention to my breasts, my ass, my mound. God, just touching it reminds me of him inside me.
He was a little rougher than I anticipated.
Holden strikes me as the kind of man who takes control but is gentle. On the beach, he was all stick and hardly any sugar. And I do love the stick.
I laugh and shake my head, then shut off the water and get out.
I’ve got about an hour and a half before the start of the banquet—a notice was taped to my door when Holden dropped me off. He walked me all the way to the door.
I rub my arms, still smiling, then roll my eyes at myself in the mirror over the marble sink. “You’re going to regret this,” I say, jabbing a finger at my reflection. “You should never have come here.”
But I can’t muster the guilt to back up the statement.
I’m over the fucking moon.
And now, it’s time to prepare.
I dry and style my hair, leave it loose and curled, then cream up my entire body and slip into the sexiest dress I can find. It’s open-backed, and the straps crisscross over my breasts, lifting them and covering only my nipples. It descends into a form-fitting mini.
I slip into high heels, painfully high and not what I’m used to, then totter over to the dressing table and rifle through the drawers. There’s D&G perfume, MAC makeup, everything a clued-up girl could want.
I’m not that clued up. I spritz on some perfume and do my best with the makeup. It’s not flawless, but I look pretty darn hot.
I stand in front of the full-length mirror again and smoosh my breasts together. I’ll drive him crazy with this. I drove him crazy this afternoon, but this is naughtier than naked.
It’s sparse, revealing.
He could pull my skirt up and have his way with me right there, in front of everyone.
Is that even a thing? Maybe this is a normal banquet and I’m totally over—uh—under-dressed?
I fix my mask into place and inhale. Effect complete. I’m ready for him.
A bell rings in the distance, and goosebumps rise on my skin. This is it. I’m about to attend my first ever banquet—possibly an orgy. I don’t even care about the other people that’ll be there. I don’t care about the sex.
It’s Holden. It’s all Holden.
I leave the villa behind and teeter across the sand in my heels. “Bad idea,” I mutter. I’m Bambi on hot coals, right now. “Well, that’s a nice thought.” Gosh, these nerves have totally affected me.
Holden Long. Holden. Mr. Long.
I bite my bottom lip.
Is it love or an obsession? I don’t care anymore.
The pathway to the banquet hall is lit by fairy lights in palm trees. Soft laughter and music echoes from the entrance, and something else, too. The wet slap of bodies, moans, and grunts. Yeah, it’s definitely a banquet of food and flesh.
A feast of both.
And I’ll be his dinner tonight.
I enter the hall, and my senses are totally overwhelmed.
Candles light a central table upon which food of every kind is arranged on silver and gold platters. Two smaller tables flank that central piece, both with women lying atop them, sushi arranged artfully on their bodies.
Sofas face the tables, pressed back against the walls, and people lounge on them. One woman sits astride a man’s face and rocks back and forth, one breast out of her dress, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She’s caught in her own moment.
There’s sex everywhere.
Sex against the walls and on the floors. A billionaire devours a woman’s pussy on the table, knocking all the sushi aside in the process.
Doorways lead off the main hall, into candlelit rooms I’m tempted to explore. But I don’t.
I need to find Holden.
I walk a few paces into the room and stop, staring. Two men take one woman on a raised dais at the end of the hall. She suckles greedily on one fat cock while another pounds her cunt. The man behind her inserts his thumb into her ass and she keens, judders on the spot. Her legs go weak.
She’s coming.
The thought is surreal. It drifts out of the pit of my brain.
My pussy tingles.
What would that be like? Two men at once?
I’ll never find out, of course. I belong to Holden, and he’s all I’ll ever want. He staked his claim this afternoon.
Still, I can’t help but stare.
The platinum-blonde caught between two men, dripping her own cum, pounded from both ends. God, it’s hot.
I shake my head to clear it and set off walking again. I won’t get anywhere watching these people.
I want to find Mr. Long.
My nipples pucker beneath the thin strips of fabric that crisscross my chest. The thought of him is enough to illicit that reaction. That and the groans from every corner.
I leave the main hall behind and enter the first room.
It’s decorated in purple velvet and matching candles.
A woman lies on a sofa, masked, her double Ds on display. A man stands above her and drips hot wax onto her belly. “You like that, baby?” he asks. He’s naked, erect, ready for her.
“Yes,” she hisses the reply. “More wax, and then you fuck me.” She’s got a Southern twang to her accent.
The man spots me and beckons. “Come,” he says. “Kiss her. Fuck her. She wants it.”
I shake my head once and step back, out of the room.
Holden. I only want Holden.
The man and woman turn back to each other. He places the candle to one side, then kneels on the sofa and slowly parts her legs. “My cunt,” he says. “You want some dick, girl?”
“Yes, please,” she whines and plays with her clit.
He presses his dick—not as long or thick as Holden’s—into her pussy with a groan. “Fuck, so tight. That’s right.”
I finally tear myself away from the sight and walk off. I brace myself against the wall. This is all too much for me. The sex, the smell of it on the air, heady and sweet, and what happened this afternoon.
I’m so fucking horny I could scream. And he’s nowhere around!
He promised he’d come. He said he’d meet me at the banquet.
But what if he’s changed his mind? What if he’s angry that he let go?
I can’t lose this now.
I’ll talk to him about it. We’ll make a deal. It will only be for this one weekend.
We’ll pretend it never happened when we’re back in New York.
Can I really do that though? Pretend after he made me come so hard I actually squirted?
I walk farther and farther down a long hall. I peek into one door and the room beyond is quiet and empty, lit by white candles, an empty sofa waiting a guest. Ahead of me is an exit that leads to the beach.
I lean against the wall and catch my breath.
If he doesn’t turn up in the next ten minutes, I’ll leave. I’ll go home, flick my own damn bean, and fall asleep.
If he doesn’t come, it means he doesn’t want this to go on.
I can handle that. Can’t I?
Chapter 6
Holden
I tap the razor on the side of the sink in the bathroom and finish my clean up. I trimmed off the entire beard on Joey’s suggestion. His first words to me, the minute he entered my villa this afternoon, looking a little sunburnt, were, “What are you, a fucking grizzly bear?”
“Clean shaven,” I say. It’s been a long time coming. I usually don’t grow beards, but I’ve been so fucking busy I haven’t bothered shaving.
“Better,” Joey says, from the doorway. His arms are folded, and he leans his side and his head against the jamb. “Much better. I didn’t think you’d come this year, bro.”
“What, and miss out on all the pussy?” I snort, and he does, too.
I’m not the meaningless pussy kind of guy, whereas Joey would swim in it if he could.
“Nah, man. It’s good to see you again.” I slap on some aftershave then nod to my reflection in the mirror.
I’m looking good. I haven’t had as much time to hit the gym as I’d have liked, but I’m still cut, and the tattoos that streak down my arms and across my abdomen complete the effect. That and the Gemini tattoo on my left pec.
Joey has a matching one. Twin brothers through thick and thin.
I grab my shirt from him and slip it on.
“You’re really going to the banquet?” Joey asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah.”
“You never go to the banquet.”
“So?” I frown at him. Ever since he walked in he’s been… different. Maybe being away from home has changed him. Fuck, if only I could afford to keep him in New York, but our business needs his tech savvy and his personality overseas.