“Give me time to figure it out, and I promise I’ll make this right.”
“I’m not worried.” Secretly, I can think of a million reasons to be worried, but what I feel for my boss and his twin washes it all away. And I suppose if someone were to put a picture of us in the online gossip group in town, we could claim I’m with Jefferson, as long as both guys aren’t in the picture.
He shifts his hands to my butt, grabbing both cheeks, pulling me into his erection, hoisting me up, then sitting in a wooden chair in the breakfast nook with me on his lap.
I’m sure he’s keenly aware that I’m splayed for him, that my wet lady bits are soaking his underwear. This position, except with him laying was how I’d watched him come. My nipples bead so hard they hurt.
“Have you thought about how you want to do it your first time?”
“Everything we did was amazing.”
“Were there any positions that felt particularly right?”
I love how open they are with sex talk. It frees me to pretend that it’s normal, as opposed to being brand new. They’re teaching me in so many ways.
“I liked it when I was on you last night, when we both came at the same time. But now that I’m sitting in your lap, I like that because you’re close to me. I can hold onto your shoulders.”
“You want your first time right here?”
“Yeah.” Why not? We have plenty of time to explore other positions.
“Hang on.” He stands me up, strips his underwear, springs his rock-hard, bigger-than-I-remembered cock free, then pulls me onto his lap again.
He doesn’t enter me yet, just pulls me against his erection. Pre-cum leaks from his tip and I’m already soaked, but I let him slow me down. Deep passionate kisses send me into the fantasy world where I’m all lust and feels.
He pumps his cock against me, stimulating my clit, knotting my first orgasm of the morning. I’m trying not to interrupt Jefferson’s call, and let out a silent scream when my orgasm splinters me.
The drag of my shirt up my body helps me drift back to the breakfast nook. A cough from the window draws my attention. Jefferson’s watching, and I can’t tell if the strain in his expression is from the call, or from not being in the chair about to get laid.
He’s being very careful with his wording but doesn’t leave the room. Something has him worried.
Lincoln lifts me, positioning me over his tip. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop for any reason.”
“I will.” I shift my attention to him but the intensity in his eyes unnerves me. He’s watching for any sign I’m not into it. That’s good, but I have to look away. I lock eyes with Jefferson. My body’s on display. I’m about to lose my virginity to my boss. Hopefully, I won’t lose my job too.
The push of his swollen cock head past my lips has me panting. The stretch as he enters me further is a melee of pain and pleasure.
“You okay, Angel?”
“Yes. I can do this.”
He holds my body against his, rubs a finger over my clit, and thrusts.
My world spirals out of control. Being full of his cock is the most satisfying sensation ever. My arms are tight around his neck. My walls contract mercilessly on his shaft. I have to move.
Instinctively rocking my body on his shaft, my mind replays the beauty of his cock spraying ropes of cum. How will that feel inside of me?
What is Jefferson thinking? Sex is a drug. It’s powerful. It’s all-consuming. For a brief moment, before I totally lose myself to it, I open my eyes to make sure Jefferson’s still watching.
Eleven
Jefferson
Fuckinghell.Mybabydoll is riding my brother like a damn pro. I hate myself for barely focusing on what my lawyer’s saying.
Getting custody of my son is the most important thing in my world, but Natalie enchants me. She would be the perfect mother, or stepmother, to my son and the rest of the babies I want to make with her. She’s sweet and considerate and wants to have lots of kids according to our sleepy snuggle talk.
And if it wasn’t for this call, I’d be the one putting a baby in her right now. Fuck her IUD. I’ll pull it out myself.