Page 23 of My Brother's Best Friends

Two fingers slide in as the hot water loosens my muscles, every last inhibition melting away. This clearly isn’t the first nor the last time that I’ll be pleasuring myself while thinking about them. God, these men are something else, teasing out a side of me I never knew existed.

I look from him to Oscar and then to Alex. They all stand and come closer to surround me with their hard bodies. I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Can I really take all three of them at the same time?

The answer is a resounding YES!

Fingering myself, I feel a tightness coil in my belly, desire surging through me like liquid wildfire as I grind the heel of my palm over my clit. The harder I press, the closer I skate to the edge . . .

I spread my legs, welcoming Kellan between my thighs. He kisses me fiercely, stealing my breath even though it’s just avision. He plants his hands on my knees, drawing back just long enough for me to reach for the buttons of my blouse.

“Is this in my job description?” I tease.

“Only if you want it to be,” Oscar says, watching intently.

“I do,” I answer, peeling off the gossamer layer of silk and dropping it to the floor.

In the shower, I move faster, moaning in white-hot need as I remember Kellan’s fingers doing the same. The hunger, the roughness, the curling motions. I can see the scene so clearly and it feels like it's causing steam to rise all around me.

In my mind’s eye, I see Alex reaching behind me to unhook my bra.

“Am I going to get overtime for this?” I ask.

Kellan claims my mouth again, silencing my teasing. Banter is over. They expect me to perform, and I’m ready to give them one hundred and ten percent.

“Have you ever been with three men at once?” Oscar asks. “Because we share everything in this office.”

“I’m a hard worker,” I reply.

“When you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life,” Oscar quotes the old entrepreneurial adage. And that’s when Kellan hikes my skirt up and yanks me hard against his crotch.

I cup the back of his head and kiss him deeply. My thoughts scatter. I try to tame the fantasy into something that obeys space and time, but it’s already running wild.

Kellan frees his cock—ruddy and hard against the sculpted columns of his thighs. I wrap my fingers around him as he eases me back onto the desk. Things are happening so fast.

In the shower, my fingers speed up. All thoughts of drawing out the fantasy vanish, replaced by a singular need to climax. The need grows inside my core until it’s almost painful.

On the opposite side of the desk in my dream, Oscar remains clothed. But this time he doesn’t stop us. He looks on with interest as Kellan pushes his pants to the ground. I have one cock in my fist and another poised at my entrance. I engage my abs and lift myself so I don’t miss a thing. I don’t want to miss a minute of the action.

Kellan thrusts inside me, burying his massive rod in one blunt stroke.

“Oh, yes,” I hiss beneath the spray, finger-fucking myself out of this world.

My legs tremble, my entire being zeroed in on this exquisite moment. I can almost feel the weight of Kellan inside me. He moves like an athlete, gliding forward and back with a grace that builds to a crescendo.

I can barely focus enough to stroke Alex. I reach out for Oscar. He takes my hand and brings it up to his lips.

“Open your eyes,” he commands.

I do as I’m told, gazing up into the depths of his warm brown eyes. Our souls touch. He’s there for me at this important moment. Oh God, I’m going to come as he watches, allowing him to witness my joy.

He squeezes my hand while his brother pounds into me, hard and deep. I can almost hear the sound of skin slapping skin. In that instant before I rocket off into the stratosphere, I feel one with all three of them. Then my body convulses, and I slump against the shower wall.

“Yes… a thousand times, yes.”

The office scene dissolves in my mind and I’m left with the gentle rain of the shower stall, and my own two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy.

I resolve to make it happen. Damn Oscar and his caution; I won’t let that stop us.

Using the resort’s signature spiced vanilla shower cream, I wash up, then pat myself dry and take a moment to gaze at my naked form in the mirror. I’m not vain, yet I know I’m attractive. Sure, I have a little more meat on my bones than some women, but I love my curves.

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