Twin Bosses' Intern for Christmas

“I want to be your first.”

She bites her lip. “But, Blair.”

For a moment, I hate the sound of my brothers name. “You want him for your first?”

She shrugs, looking helpless for a moment. “I don’t know. I like you both.”

“You’re going to have to decide. Soon.”

Still biting her lower lip, she takes a deep breath. “You could be my first… um, you know.”

I laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t know, so you’re going to have to just tell me. Bluntly, and make it as dirty as possible.”

Her face is bright red. “You could be my first blowjob.”

Trying to hide my surprise, I stand up again and grab her hand, putting it on my belt buckle. “Do you want to take it out?”

She nods, looking shy again. She works at the belt and before long my cock springs free and juts in her direction. I hold my breath as I wait, and when her small hand comes up to wrap around my shaft, and the other follows, I let out a shaky sigh.

It turns to a startled grunt of pleasure when her little pink lips wrap around my cock. Immediately, her mouth softens, and all I feel is the slick heat of her mouth engulfing me. I thrust shallowly against her mouth, and she lets me slip in a couple more inches until I touch the back of her throat. I put a gentle hand on her head, wrapping her hair around my fingers, and she moves against me, eagerly sucking me in more with each thrust until it’s hard to control myself. “That feels really good. You’re doing a great job.” The fact that I’m saying this to my intern almost makes me laugh out loud, but then she moans and the vibration hits the underside of my cock and I find myself breathless. I want to face fuck her, but there’s something about going slower and more carefully with a virgin that has its own charms.

My hands tighten in her hair and it doesn’t take long until my balls tingle, and my thick shaft twitches in her mouth. I start to pull away, but she clamps her hands tighter around my ass, holding me close. I’m past the point of no return. Hot seed spills from me in spurt after spurt, and I realized it had been a few weeks since I’d had an orgasm with a woman -- after meeting Chastity I didn’t care about other women. Even masturbating had lost some of its appeal, so this is just what I need. She is just what I need.

It’s a startling thought, lost in the throes of pleasure, it doesn’t scare me that Chastity is everything I want and maybe what I’ve been waiting for... without even realizing there could be something more.

Chapter 9

Chastity

“I just gave my boss a blowjob,” I told myself in the bathroom mirror. I look at myself, my hair mussed up and my cheeks flushed, my lips swollen. It’s weird, but I almost look… sexy. But that’s not why I am finding it difficult to look at myself in the mirror. It’s also not because I am ashamed of what happened.

I’m uneasy because I’m also thinking of Blair. It almost feels like I am cheating on him, which is ridiculous! It’s stupid to feel torn between both of them. Liam is right. I have to make a choice, but how? Isn’t kissing them, and giving blowjobs for that matter, just a form of market research? He told me to compare and contrast, right?

It would be easier if this were all just sex, but the problem is that my emotions go deeper than that. I actually really like both of them. They’re identical twins, but different people, and I am attracted to both of them equally. I can’t imagine making a decision between two such incredible people who both want me, and it only gets harder to choose the more time I spend with them.

A big part of me feels like it’s wrong to have to choose at all.

Chapter 10

Blair

I just about come in my pants when Chastity walks into the room the company reserved for our holiday party. It’s one thing to see Chastity’s body in business clothes, but tonight she’s gone all out. She’s wearing a tight red dress with cleavage busting out, and her curves look killer. A territorial growl rises in my throat when I see Trent from marketing bearing down on her. I abandon the glass of champagne I was about to reach for and hurry to intercept him, reaching her just seconds before he does. Trent backs down, smart enough not to challenge me, and quickly detours as though it was his intention all along. Chastity seems completely oblivious to his presence, which suits me fine.

“You look stunning,” I tell her, looking her up and down.

She smiles and looks away, leaning back a bit. “My friend Vicki helped me get ready. I feel like it’s a little over-the-top.”

“I love the way you look either way, but it’s nice to see this vixen side of you every now and then.” My gaze dips once more to her cleavage. “Very nice.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs, but there’s a flush in

her cheeks. I put her arm through mine. “Come. Let me buy you a drink.”

Her lips tilt upward and I almost kiss her before I remember where we are.

“I guess that’s literally true,” she smiles, “since you and Liam are paying for the party.”

When you’re paying for an open bar, it doesn’t take long to get service from the bartender, which is great, but I’m unimpressed by how his eyes keep going to her cleavage. I have the caveman instinct to drag her off and cover her up — or or more accurately, drag her off and rip her clothes off myself.