Page 12 of Mister Lane

I stared down at the handprint that was blooming on her right ass cheek and grunted. “Look at that beautiful mark I left on you. If I could, I’d take you to the nearest tattoo studio and have this handprint tattooed on your ass so my mark would stay forever.” My voice lowered into a growl as I thought of any man other than me or my brother seeing Emily this way. “But I’d have to kill a motherfucker for looking at this perfect, slutty ass.”

I leaned over and licked up the red mark, feeling the heat from it under my tongue, and groaned again. Then, I bit down hard, making her jolt and squeal. I looked over to see her gripping my brother’s cock but not moving while Brandon panted as he stared down at her with half-lidded eyes full of desperate hunger.

“Now, be a good little slut and wrap those pretty plump lips around your boss’s cock. Show him what a good whore you are while I clean up this mess that you made of your pretty little pussy.” I waited until she leaned forward, giving a tentative lick with her tiny pink tongue across the tip of Brandon’s wet cock. My own cock jerked in appreciation and jealousy in my boxer briefs. They were going to be ruined by all the leaking my cock was doing. If I made it through this without blowing my load, it was going to be a goddamn miracle, and I didn’t give a single fuck.

With that thought in mind, I leaned in, and with the flat of my tongue, I took my first taste of our woman, licking from her clit all the way up until I reached her ass. I knew right then and there that I could die a happy man having tasted heaven.

Using both of my thumbs, I pulled her pussy lips apart and used my tongue to rim the opening to her tiny hole. There wasn’t a single inch of her pussy or thighs that I did not taste, lick, bite, or savor. If there was cunt juice, I found it. The more I cleaned, the more she produced. The only thing I didn’t do was finger fuck her. I could tell my little sunshine was a virgin, and I was going to leave that hole for only mine and my brother’s cocks.

When I could tell she was getting close, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on her bud, flicking my tongue back and forth rapidly. As her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, I had to put an arm across her hips to hold her steady so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself. Luckily, her screams were muffledby her mouth being stuffed by Brandon’s cock. I could just imagine how good the vibrations felt as she sucked him off.

Brandon’s jaw was tight as he ground his teeth together to hold back his own groans as he came right along with her. When her shaking subsided to gentle tremors, I kissed the tip of her clit and pulled back.

I shook my head as I looked down at the front of my boxer briefs. I was grateful that I had at least opened the front of my slacks. My boxers were toast, but at least my slacks were saved from the mess I’d made. I glanced back up at the sudden movement above me and then jumped to my feet as I realized that Emily was struggling to rise. She was using her hands to push herself upright and began kicking her feet to gain purchase on the ground.

As soon as her feet were flat on the polished wooden floor, she swayed. Brandon and I both reached out to steady her, but she slapped our hands away frantically.

“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, a hitch to her voice that made my stomach lurch and an ache form in my chest. I reached for my sternum, rubbing there as if to make it go away. Our girl didn’t get it yet, but how could she? We have gone about this all wrong. I thought I could make her see how much we wanted her. I thought we could show her physically, but she obviously thought we were still playing games with her. Her face was drawn tight, and she looked on the verge of crying. She wasn’t going to listen to us right now, and it was plain to see that Emily was running on emotion. She didn’t trust us right now.

I held out my hands in a placating gesture, one meant to show that I meant no harm. “Okay, Sunshine,” I said soothingly. “Just let us help you. Okay?”

“Why?” she hiccuped. “Why are you playing with me?”

Brandon stepped forward and gave her a smile meant to reassure, but she shook her head frantically. “Let us help you, sweetness. We only want to help.”

Her shoulders dropped, and then she hung her head to stare at the floor. She looked achingly beautiful. Her hair was wild, and her red blouse was hanging open. Her gorgeous tits were flushed, propped up by her bra tucked underneath as if in offering to us. I had to mentally chastise myself. Now wasn’t the time to be admiring her sexiness.

We both stepped forward, and together we righted her appearance. Brandon buttoned her blouse up after putting her bra back into place as I smoothed back her hair and swiped at her smudged makeup. She looked as beautiful as she did when we first walked in, if not a little sadder. I hated to see that look on her lovely face.

Brandon picked up her purse, and I cupped her cheeks. I looked her in the eyes and searched for any sign that she didn’t hate us, that we hadn’t completely fucked up any chance we had with her. “I know you don’t believe us right now,” I began softly, soothingly, hoping she would trust in the words I was telling her. “But we’re not playing games with you.” I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, wishing I could kiss her again, knowing I shouldn’t. “We’ll talk later, Sunshine,” I promised.

Emily studied my expression, her eyes starting back and forth across my face. Then she looked over at Brandon, studying him as well. Some of the sadness cleared, but not all of it. She gave a jerking nod of her head and stepped back. “ I-I need to get to work now,” she said softly.

Brandon grabbed her purse from the chair and stepped forward. He held it out her, then waited until she took it with trembling fingers. I watched as he placed a kiss on her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a long second. “Good girl,” he whispered, lifting his head to look her in the eyes. Her cheekslit up with a soft blush at his attention. That flush gave me hope that we hadn’t completely fucked everything up. Then, she turned around and disappeared through his office door.

I turned to Brandon with my fists clenched at my sides. “We need to fix this.”

His eyes were still trained on the closed door. “I can’t lose her.”

I gripped his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and looked back at the closed door again. “I don’t intend to.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Emily

My hands were shaking as I closed the door softly behind me. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I stared down at the floor, taking my time, not wanting to make eye contact with Veronica just yet. I knew that she would be looking at me with judgment. She likely knew what had been going on in the office just now. She probably heard everything. Without anything else to do, I fumbled in the outside pocket of my purse for my badge and pulled it out, then walked over to the desk. I cleared my throat, then set my badge down on the edge of the desk where I usually placed it every day so it wouldn't get lost. Then open the bottom drawer to drop my purse inside. I closed the drawer, then cleared my throat once again.

"I'm going to run to the restroom really quickly. I'll be right back," I mumbled and jerked my thumb over my shoulder in the general direction of the ladies' room. Then, like the coward I was, I hurried away without once making eye contact with her.

In the bathroom, I hesitated, but eventually got up the nerve to look at myself in the mirror. I was surprised to see that, aside from my flushed cheeks, I didn't look any different than when I'd arrived at work.

"They really cleaned me up," I whispered to my reflection. I guess I had expected that. They had made sure that I was presentable, that I wouldn't be embarrassed walking out of that room. Maybe they did care for me after all. Was it possible that what they said was true? That they weren't playing a game with me? I didn't know why I was having a hard time believing it. For so long, I spent my life not taking chances, just playing it safe. Applying for this job was the first time I took a chance on anything. I'd learned that taking chances was dangerous. You could lose everything important to you with one bad decision.

If I decided to trust them, if I chose to believe that what they said was true, I could possibly end up with two beautiful men and a wonderful relationship. Or, if it went poorly, I could lose my job. I could have my heart broken. I could be made a laughing stock. It would be like losing my family all over again, only it would be almost worse because I would be walking into it with my eyes wide open. Could I do it? Part of me wanted to try.

I've been so lonely for so long, even though I pretended not to be. Every single day for years, I pretended as I lived my lonely life. I had been content to live in my small apartment without even a pet because I was afraid to lose one. Not even a stupid goldfish. I was pathetic. I shook my head at my reflection as I watched a single tear track down my cheek. I was scared to live because I was scared to lose.