The Perfect Holiday

“What did you do, Brandon?” Brent asked coldly as I realized that he didn’t know.

“He was touching my leg under the table. I told you that this…this couldn’t happen. I told you that I am not cut out for this. This job is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can’t lose it over some short-lived attraction.” I stammered as I looked at Brent and then Brandon. “I do want you, both of you. I just can’t. I can’t.”

“Are you going to join us at the conference?” Brent asked as I looked at him incredulously. “It will be a great time, and you will learn so much. It’s important for your future to do that and the beach is nothing short of amazing. You’ll have a luxurious room all to yourself. You know that we’d never push anything on you. Never.” He looked at his brother with narrowed eyes and the force behind them was so intense that I felt my knees wobble. Brent wasn’t the easygoing brother, the nice one. He had a dark side to him that I suddenly wanted to see as our eyes locked, the electricity flowing between us.

“I’ll go.” I forced my head to nod before turning to walk back to my desk. I dropped into my seat and took a deep breath, struck by what happened in there. I liked Brandon and his confident, flirty ways but Brent and his anger shook me; surprised me. He made me want him in that moment and having already fantasized about the two of them, my feelings were so much stronger.

I had to go to Mazatlán. I had to further my career, even if these sexy brothers drove me away to another company. I never traveled, and the pictures were amazing to look at. I wanted to be on that beach with the moon shining brightly, but I pushed the idea of two sexy men there with me out of my head. I should just meet a random man and get it over with. It was a resort on a beach, and there had to be some hot, vacationing man there that could give me what I now wanted.

I don’t know how much work I got done the rest of that day, but it wasn’t enough. I was thinking about lunch and the feeling of a strong hand caressing my thigh over the skirt that I wore that day, the material so thin that I could feel the heat. I could feel it after the feeling traveled up my skin and between my legs, leaving me with a need that I was too scared to quench. I took a ragged breath and looked towards the bathroom, thinking about the ten stalls in there where anyone else could be. I then thought about the private one just a few feet away from him where I could take care of myself alone and near the men that were causing this burning inside of me. The idea of asking them to use it made my skin heat up, and I dropped my hand down as I took a long look around. I was alone in this corner, and nobody would know what I did as my hand slipped between my thighs, over the material of my skirt. All I had to do was just rub my swollen clit and make my world shake for a moment to get through this.

I was past the skirt and the underwear, stroking myself hard as I held in the scream that was in my throat. I came the way that I wanted to, hard and fast as I pressed my lips together. I leaned back in my seat as I heard the door to my right open and prayed for a few more seconds to myself.

By the time Brandon walked by, I was sitting up straight and trying to look normal as aftershocks passed through me. My hand was still on my bare folds, my wet skin but I just needed to worry about my face right now. He glanced at me and paused as his eyes drifted hungrily over me. He inhaled deeply as I blushed and licked his lips. “Is that how you look when you come?” His eyes roamed over the desk as he seemed to consider crawling right over it. I wanted to slide my chair back and bring his face down to taste me, a thought that made me feel ashamed inside. Suddenly, the orgasm wasn’t enough for me, and I widened my eyes as we looked at each other. “You have a room booked in a month, Jane. I wish it were closer to mine so I could at least hear you.”

He chuckled as he walked towards the break room and I was left alone. I swallowed the lump in my throat before reaching for a tissue to wipe off my hand before I made my way to the bathroom to use it and wash my hands. I could see the slight wrinkle in the material of my skirt as I glanced in the mirror, but the flush to my cheeks was what got my attention more. I looked happy, and I realized what a real orgasm with a real man would feel like as I shook my head.

I lived in New York, and I could meet a man. Hell, I had been hit on a handful of times here but it just never appealed to me before this.

I got back to my desk and forced my head back into work, trying to ignore the closed door to my right. I didn’t know when Brandon returned or what he might have said to me if I’d been there. I wondered if he told Brent and what that brother might think if he knew. He was as big a part of the fantasy in my mind as I came as Brandon, if not more at times.

It was going to be a long month if this was the beginning of it but I’d take that time to get over these men that were haunting my mind. I would work, spend time with Breanna, and go home to sleep and start all over. I still saw the employees from my old company here and there as well, and that would distract me.

That night, I also bought some toys from an online company that I’d heard friends talk about. I’d touched myself over the last few years, but after today, I needed more to satisfy myself. I asked for overnight shipping before I paid and dropped back to my mattress as I sighed in relief. Maybe that would calm me down and get me through life without all of this catching up to me too much.

CHAPTER 25

Brent

I couldn’t believe when Brandon told me he walked out to her getting herself off, right there at the desk. I had to force myself to stay seated and not go out there to clean her pussy out with my mouth. The look in her eyes after I’d made myself clear with Brandon had nearly sent me over the edge as I saw the want in them. Jesus, she liked the bossy side of me as much as she liked Brandon’s bold flirting. She liked all of it; this sweet, innocent girl that worked for us. I wondered what she’d look like bent over on our couch as I took her from behind, slapping her ass as she cried my name. I pictured he bent over Brandon, sucking him off as I’d seen other girls do as my cock hardened painfully in my pants.

I sent a text to someone, planning to stop by to see her and work this out of my system. I left at five, despite the work that I needed to do. Brandon followed me with his own plans, and I threw the keys to the car since I was planning to take a cab. I ran my hands through my hair as I walked to the curb to flag a car down. I felt like I was losing control of myself and repeated her wishes in my head a million times so I wouldn’t try to fuck her. I had plenty of women ready to drop to their knees for me in more ways than one to please me. Delilah was a girl I’d met a couple of months back at a bar, and she was a fun raven-haired girl that had no boundaries. That is where I was headed tonight since I knew I had to work this out of my system, work or not. I had to find something that could distract me from Jane so I could get through the days there and not think about her as much as I had been. Brandon ruined me by telling me what he saw.

I hopped into the back of the car and told the driver Del’s address as he made the short drive to her place. She lived in a great part of town, having money like we did and the same childhood. I thought that she might be a bit fucked up from her parents, who never seemed to be around for her at all but it was getting me sex tonight, and that worked for me. I needed sex tonight.

I handed the guy a few big bills and slipped out once he jerked to a stop, climbing the stairs to her place. She opened the door, dressed in a tiny denim skirt and black lace t-shirt, smiling seductively at me. “Here I thought you were busy at work,” her voice was low, and I pushed past her, closing the door with my foot before I pulled her face to mine for a deep kiss. “Wow. Hi, Brent.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I shoved her against the wall as she moaned against me. Her legs were clinging to my waist as we kissed, all tongues and teeth. I longed for her to be a little taller, curvy with full lips like Jane but I would make do. We stayed there for a little while, working ourselves up until I carried her quickly to her bedroom down the hallway, kissing her the entire way. I was familiar with the floor plan to her massive two story place, thankful that she slept on the first floor and not the second in times like this.

I let her slide down my body to feel how hard I was for her, lifting her shirt off once her feet hit the floor. She stripped off her skirt on her own and then unbuttoned my pants as I kicked them off. We fell onto the bed, kissing as I scooted her up to the pillows and found her jaw and then her neck. Del liked my teeth, and I used them everywhere to make her hot for me, enjoying the whimpers of pain and pleasure that came from deep in her throat. I moved between the apex of her thighs and attacked her with my tongue there, finding her ready for me as I stroked myself slowly. I made her come against me, feeling her rock against me as she screamed my name as I leaned over and grabbed a condom from a drawer near the bed. I covered myself and lifted her feet to my shoulders, plunging deep inside of her as she cried out. We established early on that she liked it rough and that’s how I gave it to her, telling her to get on her knees halfway through. I took her from behind, savagely as I closed my eyes and imagined Jane’s wide-eyed stare as I gripped the hips before me. I came with a roar, still fantasizing as I shot into the latex and she tightened around me for another release. “Not a word when you get here and then that. What has you so worked up?” Delilah asked me as she dropped to her stomach and sighed slowly.

“I just needed to feel you wrapped around me,” I delivered

a favorite line as she giggled and shook her head.

“I don’t think you’re that addicted to me. You boys don’t get hooked to anybody from what I read.” Her voice was teasing, and there wasn’t a trace of jealousy in it, which I liked. Delilah knew the game well, and she was a perfect pawn in my game tonight. She got hers, and I got mine.

“Not the types at all. Now would not be the time to because we work so fucking much,” I groaned as I moved to my feet to head to the bathroom door. I tied off the condom and got a bottle of water from the fridge before returning. I played down my role in the company, making it sound like an inconvenience to this crowd. Few of them worked, and most hid behind the facade of college, making their parents pay for the partying more than the books. I sipped from the bottle and handed it to her, watching her thick, straight hair fall over her shoulders as she tilted it back.

“How is that going?” Delilah asked as I shrugged.

“Good. It was all set up when we stepped in, and it’s been a smooth transition. The staff is great there,” I kept my answer short, not discussing how close my family was with anybody. I saw a lot of these people at social functions, and a lot were even at the funeral, but I saved my grieving for later. That was my time. “How’s school?”

“Dad wants me to go into law. That’s another round of school, and I’m tired of this one,” she whined in a tragic voice as I rolled my eyes. She never worked a day in her life and school was her only responsibility. How hard could it fucking be for her? I realized that I never went to school, but still,…it was just classes and some homework mixed with a lot of partying. That’s what I’d heard, anyway. I didn’t see it being much more than that when Dad hammered Brandon and me about it.

We went for it another couple of times, this time including head for me and a lot of spanking for her before she was screaming my name again. Jesus. She was too easy, and I tried to get one more orgasm out before I left for the night, since this girl was not the kind that you spent the night with. I also worked in the morning and just wanted to go from my house. She walked me to the door in an oversized t-shirt and kissed my neck before telling me to call her soon. It was then that Brandon asked me if I needed a ride home since his flavor of the night lived close by. I agreed and sat on the steps to take in the city while I waited for him to pull up. It was later now, and fewer people were on the street as I breathed in the cold Winter air. Brandon pulled up, and I slipped into the passenger seat and glanced at him. “Did you work a sweet Southern pussy out of your system?” He asked as I groaned.

“Fuck, no. I tried, but that is going to take a while. A long while and probably when I am over it, we’ll be seeing her in a bikini on the beach.” I shook my head. “Damn, that is going to look at and not touch.”

“Bet there will be a lot of babes there for us. You’ve heard Dad’s stories about the single people. We have an entire week there, Brent,” Brandon told me as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.