Desire’s probably the hottest fucking girl I’ve ever had sit in my lap. And I’ve had a lot of fucking girls sit there.
She rides me for what feels like an eternity. I can barely contain my raging hard cock. All I want to do is push it inside her.
But she’s a club girl. We said no club girls.
I’ve never been one to obey rules. That one can be thrown right out the window for all I fucking care. But it’s Dante’s birthday. And I don’t want a repeat of Samantha.
So I behave myself and watch Desire’s nearly naked body wiggle and squirm in my lap until I just can’t take it anymore. I have to do something to stop her from grinding on me or I’ll blow my load all over my pants and that’ll be fucking embarrassing.
“You were doing something for us up there on stage,” I tell her. “Why don’t you finish doing that?”
“Good idea,” Dante nods.
Desire hops off my lap and stands up in front of me. Then she bends over and spreads her perfect ass cheeks for me. She moves her thong to the side so I can see her perfect pussy right in front of my face.
I can see the juices just inside of her pussy lips. It turns me on even more to know how wet she is just from dancing for me. These girls are professionals; they dance all night, every night. Nothing seems to get them off any more.
But Desire’s different. She’s wet for me. Well, probably for Dante too. Maybe for both of us together. If I had to guess, I’d have to say she gets off on the idea of having two brothers with big cocks take turns fucking her.
And that’s something we would have been able to take care of for her. If it weren’t for the rules we had come up with.
Keeping her pussy spread with one hand, she inserts a perfectly manicured fingernail into her pussy hole. In and out she thrusts it, until all I want to do is help her out.
But Dante does that for me. I seem to be frozen in place as he grabs her ass and pulls her back towards him.
“Let me do something about that dripping wet pussy of yours, Darling,” he says, as he begins rubbing her clit right in front of my face. “My little brother seems to be too enthralled by the sight of it to know what to do with it.”
She moans, a mixture of surprise and need. And then she looks at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Come on, Marino,” Dante orders. “You can share my birthday present.”
I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I reach into her pussy and touch it, two of my fingers plunging deep into her hole as Dante works her clit.
We pull her back onto our laps and each of us takes a nipple in our mouths.
“That feels amazing,” Desire gasps, her eyelids fluttering as I finger fuck her and Dante rubs her clit like there’s no tomorrow. Meanwhile I’m sucking on one of her nipples while Dante makes slow circles with his tongue around her other one.
She seems genuinely surprised, as if she’s never done anything like this before. And maybe she hasn’t. Because it’s not every day a girl gets to enjoy two Rossi brothers at once.
I pull her down on my lap and take both of her nipples in between my fingers. All I want is to make her feel so good that she’ll want nothing but to work here every day. See me every day and let me do what I want to her every day.
I’m already breaking rules but so is Dante. I look over to see her spreading her legs in his lap as he continues to knead her clit.
“Yes,” she moans, moving her hips up so that he can get a better grasp on her.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, unzipping his pants and sliding his cock out. “I’m so glad you walked into my club on my birthday…”
“Dante,” I say, abruptly stopping.
He glares at me, obviously annoyed. I understand, but I can’t fucking let this happen.
“What?” he snaps at me.
Desire turns and looks at me too, the look of pleasure on her face washed over by one of confusion.
“There are rules,” I tell him.
He looks at me as if I’m a snitch on the playground.
I clear my throat.
“For the club, I mean.”
“Oh yeah, those rules,” he says, zipping himself back up.
Desire removes her legs from his lap and sits up. I hate to see her go but it’s better than the alternative: watching my brother fuck the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Or, worse, fucking her with him and risking heartache and disappointment all over again.
I’m done with all of that. I learned my lesson from Samantha and I’m not going there again. It may be Dante’s birthday but I’m not letting him take a gift that will rip out a piece of my fucking heart.
Desire stands up and begins getting dressed while Dante stares me down.
“Did I get the job?” she finally asks.
“Yes,” Dante tells her, waving her out of the room. “Come back on Friday night. You’ll make a lot more money then.”
She nods and leaves, and once she’s gone, Dante adds, “And so will we.”
He just stares at me then.
“I would ask you what that was about but I guess I already know.”
“Dante, we don’t know who she is, where she came from. We’re under investigation…” I begin.
“Since when has that stopped you?” he asks. “You’re still letting Samantha get to your head, aren’t you?”
I shrug, wishing it weren’t true.
“It’s why we made rules,” I tell him. “You can do what you want with the girls but not…”
“But not her, right?” Dante says. “You want her all to yourself?”
“I just don’t want…”
“You want her all to yourself or not at all, right?” Dante insists.
I nod.
“Or I just don’t want to know about it,” I tell him. “I know it’s your birthday. You can go get her. But I just don’t want to be any part of it.”
“That’s fine,” he says, holding his hands up. “You should have told me that in the first fucking place. There are plenty of girls who will give me a birthday gift. Although that one sure was hot though.”
We exit the VIP area and I stare at her as she walks out the front door. The only problem is that Dante is staring at her the same way. I know he’s thinking the same thing that I am. She’s perfect, and I want her no matter the cost.