Page 11 of Mister Lane

My fingers found my opening, and for the first time since I walked into the room, I was actually embarrassed. His dirtyname calling hadn’t done it; they’d made me hot instead, but finding out that not only was I wet, but so drenched that I was practically dripping onto the floor had me wanting to disappear into the ether.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I clenched my fist and turned my face away in humiliation.

Two sets of hands began petting me softly until the stiffness that had taken over my body began to dissipate.

Chapter

Eleven

Mr. Brandon Lane

Fuck. She was perfection. Sweet. Kind. Funny. Sassy. Sexy as fuck. Brayden had noticed immediately, though, how he’d managed to be able to tell so quickly through a security monitor, I’ll never know. I was just grateful as fuck that he’d seen her.

We’d waited for so long for someone like her. For our whole lives, we’d known we’d need the same woman. We shared everything as children. The same crib. The same room. We even shared the same girlfriend once in high school, though that had ended in disaster when she’d tried to play us against each other.

We thought we loved her even though we were young at the time and didn’t really know what love was. Sherry had been beautiful. She was from another wealthy, influential family. What we hadn’t known at the time was that she was embarrassed by our arrangement and had no intention of ever carrying on with it.

Her plan had been to tear us apart by any means necessary. She thought that whispering in each other’s ears about the otherwould be the way to do it. Little did she know, there were no secrets between us. Ever. Sherry thought I was the nice one. Just because I was the one who dolled out the praise and kisses while Brayden got off on saying the dirtiest shit didn’t mean that I wasn’t an asshole.

She would have been better off choosing Brayden. Maybe then she wouldn’t have been left utterly humiliated and broken in front of the entire student body when I’d called her out for her bullshit on stage when she’d thought she was being crowned prom queen. Instead, she’d been dumped and branded a gold-digging traitor.

Since that day, Brayden and I had been jaded and wary. Any woman we thought we’d been interested in, the other found fault in until we’d given up. Until her. Emily Fontaine. The perfect woman who loved both sides of us. I saw how my praise made her blush and shift in her chair, while at the same time, my brother’s degradation made her wet. Two sides of the same coin made for one beautiful girl.

There was no way we were going to let her slip through our fingers. We were ruthless men, ones who’d built our company from the ground up, becoming even more powerful and wealthy than our father and grandfather before us. We knew what we wanted and went after it with an intensity that made us a fortune and a name to be reckoned with. Emily Fontaine was ours already. By the end of the day, she would know that too.

I stroked my cock again with one hand as I stroked a hand over Emily’s beautiful, wild curls. “Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful and sexy. Don’t you see what you do to us?”

I could tell immediately that she was embarrassed by what her body was doing. As innocent as she was, she had no idea that being so fucking wet because of us was the biggest fucking turn on I’d ever experienced.

I took her hand and gently unclenched her fist until the fingers were uncurled. Then I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her fingertips, inhaling her sweet pussy scent and groaning as my cock gave a jerk in appreciation. “See how fucking hard I am for you?” I led her hand to my cock and wrapped the fingers around my girth, giving it a slight squeeze of encouragement as her fingers spasmed before tightening fractionally.

I groaned as she gave an experimental stroke. “That’s a good girl.” Reluctantly, I pulled her hand away and led it back to her pussy, knowing Brayden had given her an order, and he liked being obeyed. “Now, keep being my good girl, and do what my brother told you to do, okay?”

She gave a small, jerky nod of her head, but I waited with my hand on hers until she turned back to face me again, like she had been before. As she eyed my dripping cock I patted her fingers resting over her soaking wet pussy lips. “And, sweetheart?” When she tore her eyes away from my cock and brought them up to meet mine with an innocent blink, I smiled down at her. “All these juices?” I scooted my fingers under hers and gave a short swirl of my fingers through the sticky wetness and swallowed back the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the desire to lick all that sweet juice clean. “This is a compliment and nothing to be ashamed of. Understand?”

She nodded again, and I pulled my hand away. “Good girl.”

Chapter

Twelve

Mr. Brayden Lane

Icould tell that my little sunshine was still embarrassed, but my brother had done a good job getting her to relax. I gave him a nod and straightened back up as his hand went to his dick, and my eyes went to her pussy.

Her hand was just resting on her cunt, not moving, so I clicked my tongue and pulled her skirt up higher over her hips and dropped to my knees behind her.

“I told you to get your fingers wet, Sunshine. Be a good slut and move them around. I want to hear some sloshing.”

“Oh god,” she mumbled into the desk, but after a brief hesitation, her little fingers began to move in small circles. I took in a deep breath, taking her scent into my lungs, and knew I’d never smelled anything better in my life. I was instantly addicted.

“That’s it. Now slide a finger in your tight as fuck little hole. Let me see how tight it really is.” My cock jerked in my slacks as her dainty finger dipped just inside the entrance to her cunt, andI imagined the tip of my cock being there instead. “I’m going to fucking love breeding your pussy.”

As I watched, her cunt spasmed at my words, and she let out a gasp mixed with a moan. I unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks, releasing my aching cock from the tight confines of my slacks and allowing it room. I breathed a sigh of relief at the release of pressure as I watched Sunshine move her small pink painted nails from her tight opening, then slide them across her juicy cunt. She must have bumped her clit because she jolted and let out a stifled moan from the pleasure. The first time may have been an accident, but then she did it again. Her whole body grew stiff as her fingers began to work tight circles on her little bud. Slowly at first, and then quicker with a purpose.

With a chuckle, I slapped her hand, and she let out an adorable, shocked squeak. “Oh no, my dirty little Sunshine. I didn’t tell you that you’re allowed to get yourself off. I told you to wet your prefect, slutty fingers, and that was it. Move your hand away from your clit, Sunshine.”

She moaned in protest, and I didn’t miss how she gave herself another little rub as she pulled her hand away. I tsked at her then gave her ass a sharp smack. “Such a bad girl.” I admonished. Taking her hand, glistening with her wetness, I led it to my brother’s hard cock. I wanted that wetness for myself, but I knew my time would come. For now, my brother needed it more.