Chapter Six
If I had not been terrified of getting caught, I would’ve been whispering, “This is so wrong. This is so wrong,” the whole time I was watching them out of the slightly-open door of the dressing room.
When I made it there, I could see his long cock hanging over her. She was twisting her body, trying to push her hips up to meet it.
“Beg me to finish you,” he said, “Anya.” He whispered her name so soft and low into her ear I almost couldn’t hear it.
Her whole body shuddered.
“Tell me you want me and only me,” he murmured, “That nobody else is good enough to make you come.”
“I don’t like to lie,” she said sternly, somehow manage to regain some dignity as she lay trapped under his body, her hips thrusting desperately, wildly, “I’m not good at lying.”
“Then just beg,” he said, “I know you’re good at that. You’ve begged me before.”
I couldn’t believe it. How had they ended up like this? Did they have a history?
From Anya’s derisive snort at that I guessed they must.
“How about in New York, on the party boat cruise?” he asked, “I fingered you under that long banquet table, and by the end of the meal, you were begging me to head below deck. You, Princess Perfect, bent over a toilet on a boat and let me take you. You’re going to act all dignified now?”
“I remember you begging me in Paris,” she said, “Crying in fact. You were all broken up over some girl, if memory serves. You needed someone to make you a man again.”
“And you did, baby,” he trailed a hand, one of the massive, tanned paws he shared with his brother, over her thigh, “Now, if you want me to make you feel like a real woman, you’ve got to beg.”
“Please,” she said, after a moment’s more hesitation.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please make me come,” she said, sliding her tongue on his lips, “I want it, Joseph. I need it. I needed it as soon as I knew you were going to be on this island.”
How long had they been doing this? Clearly Rob had no idea, or he would never have allowed his brother to come on this trip. This trip was supposed to be strictly work.
I could barely breathe. Watching their naked forms shaking over each other with so much self control was too much for me, but they were so quiet I couldn’t move.
I ran a thumb over my nipples, still tucked into my shirt. I couldn’t think about Rob. Not now.
Not when all of my blood had rushed to my nipples and my clit and were begging me to rub myself.
He stood up. Her arms and legs went limp. She glared at him violently.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to walk off at half-mast,” she said hatefully.
It was true. His massive member had gone semi-limp.
He shrugged. Yet another strike against me, against my morals. He shrugged exactly like his brother.
“I need you to turn me on,” he said, “By begging. Get on your knees and rub your breasts and beg me.”
She did it. I couldn’t believe it. This woman wouldn’t even let me pick the room the board meeting would be held in, but now she was on her perfect knees, on a light-blue yoga mat, eye-level with this horrible man’s cock.
She cupped her breasts perfectly in her hands. They fit just right. I pulled up my shirt.
My breasts overflowed my hands but I still copied her movements. I was on my knees, too, exactly mirroring her.
I swept off my shirt so there was nothing hindering me from fully playing with my breasts. As she followed Joseph’s instructions, so did I.
My body was burning unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Sex with Rob had always been mindblowing. His hot body and well-honed skills in bed (and elsewhere) had always made sure of that.