We met up in the same room, and there was a flow to the way that we got her food and coffee. Her lips were swollen with the kisses from the night before, and I knew what she was thinking about when she’d blush here and there throughout the day. I knew that she was replaying the night before as much as I was.
That evening, we ate somewhere else and went back to the penthouse without discussing it. Jane walked out to the balcony, and we followed her, knowing that she only had a couple of glasses of wine tonight. Dinner was more mellow, and we just wanted to be alone when we were done, putty in Jane’s hands. She looked at the sky for a moment before turning towards Brent and pushing him into the wall for a long kiss. Tonight, she was wearing a longer loose black skirt and a red shirt with matching lipstick that was probably smeared on my brother’s face right now. He stumbled, and they moved to one of the oversized chaise lounges as he dropped into it first, pulling her over him.
I watched as the kiss deepened and she rocked over him. Their bodies moved so well together and I heard her moans as he gripped her hips and eased her into a rhythm. It was the first time that we watched her come, on Brent’s lap with their bodies close together and lips joined. It was stunning to watch her fall apart, her voice rising in the night as Brent eased his hands into her hair.
Jane sank into him as he pulled her close, whispering to her gently as I stared at them. Brent urged her up and we took her into the bedroom, where she changed into another shirt in the bathroom before slipping into bed. Jane seemed stunned as she snuggled into me and found my lips while Brent locked up the suite. “Did that feel good?” I asked her as she nodded drowsily. “I loved watching you come, Jane.”
“Tomorrow night, it will be you making me do that,” she promised before she kissed me again gently, making me hard again. Jane pressed into me and Brent came to bed and looked at us before kissing her hair.
Jane
I was in over my head with these guys. Being with them made me feel sexy and confident and the night we danced together, I knew that I was going to give in. I knew that I had no willpower left at all, though I wasn’t ready for it to go all the way quite yet.
The first night, I just kissed them and they touched me. I say just, but the feeling of being kissed by such charismatic guys, brothers no less, was intense. I could come just from my mouth against theirs, their styles different and skin warm under my hands.
The second night that we were together, I attacked Brent. I kissed him first, deepening it quickly as I felt Brandon’s eyes on us. When Brent moved us to the chair, lying under me as he kissed me again; I knew that I had no hope. I found his shaft and pressed against it, finding the friction that I needed. Oh God, he felt so good as he held my hips and guided me, his rhythm matching the movement of our kiss. I rocked with him, needing the release that he promised as my clit burned with desire. I moved against him once, twice; crying out as I felt myself exploding. Brent slipped his hands into my hair and kissed me tenderly as I felt the waves pass through me. He was so gentle as I rode through the orgasm, stilling, and letting me control things.
I crawled into bed with Brandon, snuggling against him as I kissed him. I knew that he was next and I promised him that it would be him making me orgasm the following night. I wanted him to touch me where no man ever had before since Derrick left me before things progressed that far. We had a lazy morning the following day, sipping coffee on the patio before I went downstairs to change for the tour the hotel set up for all of us as a break. I looked around as I walked into the room, wondering if I’d ever sleep in here. I knew that I didn’t want to.
We went on a tour of some of the other beaches, having lunch in a seaside restaurant as a group. I struggled to not touch them as we sat at a table with a few others, trying to pay attention to the conversations around me as I smiled and laughed in the right places.
We got back on the bus to go to meet a boat that took us to a place called Deer Island, passing by a few other places along the way. It was beautiful, and I leaned against the railing, taking pictures, and mulling over what I was doing. This trip was so much more than I thought it would be as I approached the idea of having sex with one man, much less two. Did it matter who it was? Was Brandon jealous that it was Brent that made me come first? Would this ever cause a problem between them?
I was lost in thought as I felt someone come to stand beside me. “Are you okay?” Brent asked me as I glanced at him.
“Yes. Why do you ask?” I replied as he tilted his head.
“This…is a lot. I know that it’s not a typical situation for anyone, but you strike me as a rather innocent woman.” His voice was very soft and I looked over the water.
“I am a virgin,” I admitted as I felt his eyes on me.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice was serious and I nodded slowly before giving him a quick look.
“Yes, I am. It might not be tonight or even tomorrow, but I want all of this. I just wonder what happens when we get home.” I kept looking slowly around to make sure that we were alone, until Brandon joined us. We worked together and this was natural.
“We will figure that out as we go. This will stop wherever you want it to,” Brent said as Brandon looked at us. We stayed there as the boat pulled into the island, stunned by the rough trip to the shore as I held my bag over my head and made my way through the water.
It was a fun afternoon and we went back to the boat to return to the hotel. We’d already decided to have dinner in the suite, just the three of us and I joined them on the elevator. We walked in together and I stretched as I felt the sunburn starting to sting. I always wore sunscreen but the water seemed to have washed it off a bit.
Brent got the room service menu and we looked at it, deciding on a few dishes to share and a bottle of wine. Brandon looked at me and saw my red skin as he touched me gently. “You should soak in a bath after dinner. Maybe it’ll take the sting out of that.”
They did have a beautiful tub.
We had dinner on the balcony and laughed as we ate, discussing the day. I drank two glasses of wine and took the third into the bathroom to draw up a nice bubble bath. I was inside of the water when they walked into the bathroom and sat down on either side of the tub, talking to me as I relaxed.
I got out blushing as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. I had barely touched them all day and stepped over to Brandon, nuzzling his lips with mine as I felt lips on my neck. It made every nerve ending in my body react as Brandon deepened the kiss slowly. I lifted my arms to slide my hands into his hair, feeling the towel slide down my body before I could stop it. “You’re beautiful,” Brent told me as I felt him tracing my back gently with his fingers. Brandon slipped a hand between us, and I felt him slide it up my stomach to capture one of my breasts in his hand.
Oh. God.
He thumbed the nipple as our tongues collided together and I felt Brent take a gentle hold of the other one. He tugged, and I pressed my thighs together as my pussy screamed with need. I never felt this before, and I knew that I’d give them everything I had to offer.
The odd embrace had continued for a while before I felt Brandon cup my ass and lift me against him. Excitement flooded me as he brought me to the bed and placed me on it, still damp from the bath. His rough voice told me to lay back against the pillows, and I did, all too aware of my nakedness on display. One of them kissed me slowly, distracting me as our tongues moved together quickly. I knew it was Brent by the way a hand tugged again at my pert nipple while another pair of hands parted my legs. “Do you want to come?” Brandon asked me as I let out a moan and splayed my legs open for him. I’d used the toys at home to death and my own hand, and now I needed his touch.
I felt him tracing my thigh, damp with desire. Brent worked my breast with his hand, careful with just enough force to send heat to my core. When a finger slid into my folds, I let out a pained cry as my body instantly reacted. He found my clit, swollen and needy and stroked it teasingly as I felt myself creep closer to the edge. The feeling of coming against Brent’s cock was incredible, and I knew that this would be too, no clothes between us. “You are so wet,” Brandon told me as he circled my nub again, sliding a finger over my entrance.
I came as he slid a finger inside of me, thumbing my clit at the same time. I screamed, rocking forward as Brent held me close. He peppered me with soft kisses, and I moaned as I felt warm breath between my thighs. I looked down to see Brandon’s eyes watching me as he covered me with his mouth, tracing me with his tongue. “Brandon…oh God. I’ve never…” my voice trailed off as he sucked me between his lips, focusing on my sensitive clit and bringing me to another orgasm as I cried out. I closed my eyes and breathed, feeling better than I ever had. This was wrong, me being involved with my supervisors but it felt so right. The guys moved to either side of me, and I felt a mouth cover my right nipple, working it with teeth and tongue before a hand slid down between my legs to touch me again. Oh, God. I was coming again, and I never wanted to stop as lips covered mine.
We woke up to the alarm, and I blinked in the dim room. Where was I? I felt the warmth surrounding me and looked to see Brent and Brandon sleeping beside me in boxers as everything came back to me. The conference. Mazatlán. The way they made me feel when we were all together, makin