Page 19 of Mister Lane

Twin chuckles surrounded me. “Oh, sweet girl,” Brandon began, nipping my neck.

“We’re just beginning,” Brayden finished.

With those words, Brandon’s hands moved down to my waist. I felt my skirt loosen as he lowered the zipper. Cold air brushed over my legs, causing goosebumps to break out across my flesh. At the same time, Brayden’s tight hold left my waist, but before I could protest the loss, he reached up and gripped my blouse. With a sharp tug, tiny black buttons went flying.

Before I could let out a gasp of surprise, Brandon’s strong grip was lifting me into Brayden’s arms. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around trim hips. The sensation of my bare pussy resting against the heat of Brayden’s slacks had me sucking in a breath as I shivered, not from the cold of the room, but from the instant heat that flooded every cell of my body.

“Mr. Lane!” I blurted, causing both men to chuckle again.

“I like the way that sounds, don’t you, brother?” Brandon asked in a husky tone as his hand ran from my hip slowly untilit ran across my ass, then stopped once he reached my hot, wet core. “But, I’d like to hear what other names our girl can come up with.” A finger swiped through my wetness and caressed my clit before disappearing. I let out a cry of dismay at the loss, immediately ready to start begging to have his touch back.

Brayden began walking, and with every step towards the bed, I felt his hard dick rubbing against me through his slacks. “Yes,” he said between nips and kisses along my neck. “Like ‘sir’, ‘master’, or ‘my lord’.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted. “Never!”

My back hit the mattress, and Brayden came down over the top of me. His bright blue eyes held my gaze as he leaned down and used his teeth to lower one bra strap. He let go, then used the flat of his tongue to lick across my nipple before sucking it into his mouth through the lace of my bra. When he let go, he gave the tight bead a bite, making me jerk my hips with a gasp.

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we, Sunshine?” With that, he gave me a wink, then hefted himself off me in one swift movement. His hands went to his belt and began to slip the leather through the buckle. Movement caught my attention, forcing my gaze to the side, only to see an identical view. Brandon stared down at me with hunger in his eyes, his hands at his waist, his fingers working almost frantically to shed his clothing.

As I watched the two men, my eyes darting back and forth, unable to take in all the male beauty being revealed inch by inch, my chest started heaving. Every piece of clothing that fell to the floor ramped up my heart rate until it felt like my heart was pounding against my ribcage. My fists clenched the bedding underneath me.

Brayden was finished undressing first and fisted his cock as he prowled slowly toward me, his blue eyes blazing with heat asthey raked over me. “I think we can find a better use for that bra.”

I glanced down at myself, forgetting that I was still wearing the lacy undergarment. I blushed, my cheeks turning hot as I took in the sight of my naked body covered in absolutely nothing but red lace that did little to hide my nipples. I looked back up at Brayden, resisting the urge to cover myself. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled as he reached the edge of the mattress. He gave one last stroke to his cock, then put a knee on the bed next to me. “My eyes are up here, Sunshine,” he said, humor lacing every word. I eyed his thick, veiny cock, unable to help the trickle of trepidation that inched down my spine at the size. I remembered his brother being just as large when I had him in my mouth. I also knew how much I had to stretch to make it fit between my lips. “Emily,” he prompted.

“I don’t know about this…” I trailed off as he took my chin in his hand and turned my face towards his, making me blink up at him.

He studied my face, his eyes sweeping over my features. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“We will take care of you, sweet girl.” I darted my eyes over to see Brandon standing at the foot of the bed, looking every bit as overwhelmingly sexy as his brother. “Remember how you felt this morning? How it felt to have our hands and mouths on your body?”

“How your pussy was dripping down your thighs?” My jaw dropped even as my face flamed with heat at the memory his words evoked. Brandon cleared his throat and gave a not so gentle nudge to Brayden’s shoulder, making him grunt as he swayed to keep his perch on the mattress. The gleam in his blue eyes told me he wasn’t the least bit sorry for being so crude in his reminder.

“What I mean, sweetness, is that we will make you feel good. You already know that. But if you want to wait, we would still love to give you pleasure if you’d allow it.”

Brandon’s words were soothing, and I love him for the promise to wait. But it also did something to me that I hadn’t expected. It made my heart beat faster in panic. “No!” I blurted out, then took a calming breath before letting it out slowly. “No,” I said in a softer voice. “I don’t want to wait. Really.” I looked at both of them, letting them see my sincerity and vulnerability. I’d been waiting long enough to live outside the safety of the walls I’d built around my life and heart. I was ready. I lifted my chin. “I want this. I want both of you.”

Brayden leaned closer and wrapped his hand around my throat, making me let out a silent gasp of excitement mixed with a hint of fear of the unknown. I didn’t believe he would ever hurt me, but I also had no experience, and this man wanted things from me I had only ever read about, never dreaming they happened in real life.

“You have to say it, Sunshine.” His piercing gaze held my eyes captive, a challenge and an invitation wrapped in sinful promises of delight.

I swallowed audibly, the quiet sound seeming to echo around the room. The palm of his hand against the skin of my throat felt firm and warm, a reminder that from this moment forward, he would own me. My body would be his, and he wouldn’t hesitate to do all the things he’d been hinting at since the first day in the break room.

“I want you and Brandon to fuck me. Make me yours.”

Chapter

Eighteen

Mr. Brandon Lane

It was like Emily’s words were the gunshot that started the race, and her orgasm was the finish line. As soon as the last syllable left her mouth, I grunted as my cock gave a lurch in my lap, wanting nothing more than to be buried balls deep that very second.

Instead of giving in to my desperate need to feel her slick heat wrapped around me after what felt like an eternity of waiting for her, I jerked her thighs apart and dove face first into the most perfect cunt on the planet.

Already, I was leaking copious amounts of pre-come from my cock as I inhaled her sweet scent and licked her from asshole to clit. Her taste was addicting in a way I knew I’d never want to leave it again. I was already making plans to lock her in my office and find every surface and position I could take her in. There was zero possibility of making it through an entire workday without having her taste on my tongue.