A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

“Give me your co**ck,” I said, throwing all hell out the window. I wasn’t sure which twin I had said it to.

Riley chuckled into my ear. “My pleasure.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. I took a sideways glance to look at it. I had seen it once before, but I didn’t think that I’d ever get used to it. It was at least seven inches long, and its girth was wide, too. I felt myself getting wetter thinking about having it sink into my folds.

“Here you go, princess.” He led my fingers to his member.

It was hard and throbbing. Initially I tentatively brushed it, not quite certain whether I should stroke it. But soon, lust took over and I gripped it hard, rubbing it back and forth.

He groaned. “Faster.”

With the encouragement, I held him tighter and sped up my movements.

“Not fair, brother,” Ryan said. He released my nipple from his mouth and unzipped his trousers, too. He masturbated and I watched as Riley continued playing with my pus**sy. His strokes got faster; my hi**ps moved back and forth to meet his pace and my walls clenched around his digits.

I was close to the cli**max. Pleasure tightened at my core and I thrust my hi**ps against his fingers like a bitch in heat. “Harder, harder, please,” I pleaded as I moaned. I didn’t even care if Gordon could hear me.

The pleasure built up inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, longing to release it.

And then, Gordon lowered the divider slightly and said, “We’re here.”

I didn’t care if we had arrived at the office, I wanted to f**k. Desperate to come, I tried to make the twins continue. I bent over to kiss Ryan on the lips, but he stopped me by putting his hand over my mouth.

Riley pulled his fingers out and reached for a piece of tissue. I removed my hand from his shaft, flabbergasted that we’d stopped so abruptly.

“That’s it?” I asked, my cunt still aching for release.

“Yep,” Ryan said, zipping his pants up. “That’s it.”

Blood rose to my cheeks as I fumed. They were playing me for a fool!

Riley turned to me as he smiled slyly. “Unless you want more.”

I was already buttoning up my shirt and tidying up my hair. “Absolutely not.” Like hell they were going to make me beg after such humiliation. I might’ve acted like an easy whore around these two very attractive twins, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to admit it out loud.

Ryan opened the door. “Off you go then. What time do you get off?”

“Six in the evening. Why?”

“Wait for us here. We’ll pick you up.”

I rolled my eyes at him. These guys weren’t worth all that trouble… maybe. “Uh, no, you won’t. I’m going home by myself.”

He smacked my butt when I was trying to get out of the car. “We’ll be here at six, whether you like it or not.”

“Whatever.”

Before I even took ten steps, I heard the twins shout, “Hey, Scarlet!”

“What!” I screamed, already at my boiling point.

Ryan dangled the wallet in front of me. “You forgot this.”

I let out a sound of annoyance and snatched the object from him. “Thanks, now leave.”

“As you wish, princess.”

***

Kristie was acting like a busybody as she always did. “I want all the juicy details.”

“I don’t have any.”

She tapped her pen on my desk and leaned in closer. “Don’t lie, I’ve seen you on the papers.” She checked her surroundings for people and then whispered, “How big were they? You can tell me that, at least.”

I showed her the most disgusted reaction I could conjure. “Kristie, that’s very inappropriate.” I frowned and shook my head in disapproval, and then I leaned over, too, and grinned cheekily. “Really big,” I replied in a hushed tone. “But anyway, I don’t remember a thing except for Saturday morning”—I left out the part about the car ride—“I got drunk on Friday night and next thing I knew, I was waking up to a couple of nak**ed men.”

“You forgot what happened? Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t have slept with them if I was sober and conscious, right?”

“Hmm, yes, I can see how that makes sense. You make a point.”

A very rude colleague of ours, Albert, unceremoniously interrupted our hushed conversation. “Hey.” He grinned a very unattractive grin, but from the way he was acting he most likely thought himself attractive. “How’s the double dipper doing?”

I deserved a medal for having enough self-control to not punch this guy in the face. “Peachy.”

“Must have had a lot of fun last Friday, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Anyway, the boss asked me to call you, and I don’t think it’s about something he’s happy with.”