Corporate Plaything

“Fuck,” Justin growled, his face frozen in ecstasy. “I can’t begin to tell you how good you feel. Did Matt fuck you all night? Did he hurt you?”

Hurt? Matt gave her nothing but pleasure. Anna shook her head. She was too wired to string two coherent words together.

“Good.” Justin thrust in and out, fucking her in shallow strokes. “Sometimes he gets carried away.”

“Who said?” Matt’s gruff voice loomed behind her.

Justin stopped fucking her. He anchored her down with both hands, forcing her to take his whole erection. Her pussy clasped his hard shaft, spasming. Her spine began to quiver when Matt nuzzled behind her ear and showered her with light, butterfly kisses. He ran his hands over the curve of her hips and waist, then peeled off her shirt. Her dangling bra was next. The skirt followed. He pulled it up past her shoulders and head, and flung it somewhere behind him carelessly.

“What do you think?” Matt asked his brother. “I love her nipples.”

“Pink. Like cotton candy.” Justin took one and sucked it with delight. “Mmm. I can do this all day and night.”

Anna wanted to melt on the spot.

“Bend over a bit,” Matt ordered.

Leaning into Justin’s chest, Anna stifled a gasp when Matt touched her anus. He slathered her generously with cool gel and slid a finger into her back entrance.

She stiffened, causing her pussy and sphincter to contract. Justin groaned, his cock pulsing in her cunt.

Matt hissed. “Relax. You’re too tense.”

She couldn’t relax.

“Sweet Anna,” Matt whispered. “Relax for me.” He pushed in another finger and stretched her open.

Anna clawed Justin’s shoulders. Dear God. I must be crazy for doing this. But then why does everything forbidden always feel so damned good? She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sinful sensations.

Matt gave her a few more strokes before withdrawing his fingers. The tip of his cock kissed her anus a heartbeat later. He thrust in. She gusted a lungful of breath as the thick, salacious pressure burrowed into her depths. She heard Matt groan, his hands clamped on her hips, gripping her flesh tight as he thrust down to his hilt. Her eyes flew open.

“Fuck!” she cried.

“I am,” Matt replied in a guttural voice.

Justin laughed.

She panted.

“Are you okay, Anna?” Justin asked.

“I…” Her words dried in her throat. Was she okay? Yes, she was okay. More than okay. She felt high, like tripping on dope kind of high. Unbelievable. She had no idea sex could make her feel this way. She felt hot. And frustrated. Every cell in her body screamed with manic need. Suddenly, being filled with two of them just wasn’t enough. She needed them to move or something—to finish what they had started and reach the ultimate pleasure.

“Fuck me, please,” she whispered.

“What is that, dear?” Justin teased.

Damn him. “Please,” she begged. “I…”

Matt gathered her hair and nuzzled behind her ear. “You heard her. She wants to be fucked. Like this, sweet Anna?” He thrust in and out in languorous strokes.

God. She keened. She could feel each pull and thrust, his hard veined shaft ground against the sensitive walls of her anal passage. The pleasure overtaxed her brain. It was visceral, sharp, and primal. She loved being claimed this way. She wouldn’t have guessed she’d like it, as if this had been her own deep need all along. Her own deepest, darkest desire.

Her gaze drifted down. Justin was watching her reaction while Matt fucked her ass. His blazing violet eyes met hers. “Good?” he inquired.

“I…yeah,” she slurred like a drunkard.

“How about now?” Justin moved, thrusting in and out, matching the rhythm of his brother.