Chapter 8

Liam

I face Blair across the table, not sure if I should mention kissing Chastity. We’re sitting at our regular table in the bar near the office. It’s been a few days, and we still haven’t discussed the fact that we’ve divided her time between us so that she’s shadowing me one day and him the next. Neither one of us has really admitted to the other that we want our shy little intern, though she isn’t quite as shy these days. Watching her bloom over the last week, it’s clear she enjoys all the attention she’s getting from both of us. I can’t blame her, and she’s worth taking time for. I’m trying not to push her. On the rare occasion, I can’t get a woman in bed within a reasonable amount of time, like say, two hours, I move on. I’m not trying to build a relationship, and while I don’t play games, it is what it is: I am trying to seduce a virgin — the very same virgin my brother clearly wants. Finally I break the silence. “Are we here to discuss the Christmas party, or is this about something else?”

Blair looks down at his drink, not meeting my eyes for a moment. Finally, he lifts his glass and tosses it all back in one long sip before grimacing. “Madeleine seems to have it all under control.”

“Okay. So, what’s the deal, bro?”

“Chastity.”

I nodded as I repeat the word. “Chastity.”

“I kissed her.”

I nod. “I know. You were pretending to be me at the time. I kissed her a few minutes later, and she was confused for a bit. She liked me better though.”

Blair scowls at me. “That’s a lie. She said she liked us the same.”

I laugh as I sip my own scotch, rolling the amber fluid in my mouth before swallowing. “I guess you guys talked about it then?”

He nods, looking uncomfortable.

“Have you kissed her again?”

My poor brother, younger by three minutes, seems downright miserable when he shakes his head. “Nah. I haven’t been sure how to make a move. She told me that if I was going to kiss her again it had to be as me, but I haven’t acted on it. This is new territory for me.”

I let out a sigh of frustration. “Believe it or not, I understand. What’s wrong with us?”

“I’d don’t know, but I have it bad, whatever it is.”

“We’re not used to fighting over a girl. Nobody’s ever meant much, nobody’s been enough to bother fighting over. We just have to get her to make a decision. Maybe the best way to do that is with a good old-fashioned contest…?”

Blair frowns, looking uncertain. “I don’t want to turn this into a game. Chastity is different.”

I sigh again, unable to deny it. She is special. “I don’t mean a contest in a mean way. I think we just need to get her to choose. Whoever’s most successful obviously wins her, and that’s with a contest element comes in. I’m not talking about something crass, like betting money.”

His face relaxes as he waves his hand at the passing waitress to get her attention for a refill. “So what’s the plan?”

“I’m not revealing my strategy to you. And if you’re smart, you’ll keep your plans to yourself as well.”

He rolls his eyes. “I was just curious.”

I am the better choice. I’m not used to competing for a woman with my brother, but if I’m honest, it’s even more off-putting to actually want anyone’s affection. I’m starting to suspect I want more from Chastity than just a good time. It’s nearly enough to scare me away, but at thirty-something years old maybe I should be thinking about settling down some.

“Good luck with your strategy.” Blair says, breaking my thoughts. He sounds less than sincere.

I finish the rest of my drink as the waitress brings his refill, and she looks at me wondering if I want another. I nod, another scotch might take the edge off this conversation. And these feelings. “Okay, then, big talker, what’s your strategy, Blair?”

“I’m still thinking of on it.”

“Well, good luck.” I grumble It may be strange to compete against him, but I am determined to win.

***

I start my new plan the next morning, since I have chastity for the day. As soon as she comes in, I tell her that we’ll be working in my office all day. Technically, she has a small alcove with a desk and chair, but I rarely have her use it, preferring her to be next to me. She follows me without complaint, as she does most mornings when she’s mine. I nod in the direction of the stack of papers on top of a new set of filing cabinets. “You’ll be putting all that away today, in order.” She nods, and I watch her for a few minutes as she moves, her curves stretching the material of her suit as she files.

By mid morning, she’s almost done, and Madeleine brings in pastries and coffee for a break. “Come sit down.”

She looks at the papers in front of her, and then frowns at me. “I only have a few files left, Liam. I should finish them first.”

“Take a break with me. They’ll be there when you’re done.”

Placing a coffee and pastry in front of her, I watch as she takes a small bite and covers her mouth with pale fingers as she chews. When she frowns and rubs her shoulder, I narrow my eyes.

“Do your shoulders hurt?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m okay. I’m just under a lot of pressure with school and stuff.”

“Do you need me to do anything about it? Should I call them and tell them what a good job you’re doing?”

“I dunno. They want me to be in accounting. They think I’m still in that department.”“I see,” I say. “I can get the department to call if you want. They’ll say whatever I tell them to. Unless you want to go back there, see what work they can give you.”She cocks her head and looks at me, her eyes flashing. “Nah, I wasn’t really doing anything there, anyway. I’d rather stay here.”There’s an undercurrent in our conversation. If I’m not imagining things, that is. Standing up, I move behind her, and gently probe the spot on her shoulder where she was rubbing. “It’s all knotted up,” I say as she looks up at me. “Right there. You’re stiff.” And so am I, I don’t add. When she doesn’t shrug me away, I press into the knot and begin rubbing, and she sighs as she relaxes backward. Her creamy neck and shoulders get a rubdown for a few minutes, and she closes her eyes and leans the back of her head against me. Before I can stop myself, I brush my hands forward on her front, to the top of her blouse button. My hands hesitate for just a moment, allowing her a chance to say no, but the refusal never comes.

I open the button, and then the next one. She’s trembling. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper, trailing my fingertips along the notch of her collarbone. With a barely perceptible shake of her head, she leans back against the chair and closes her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, I open each tiny pearl button of her blouse.

She gasps when my fingers trace the edge of her bra, a flimsy, lacy white thing that suits her innocence perfectly, but can’t help imagining her in something a little less pure. I’ll make her that way.

Slipping under the lacy material, her luscious breasts pulled into my hands, and I squeeze them. Her nipples like tiny strawberries, I have to taste them. Keeping my hand on one of her breasts I swivel her office chair around until I stand in front of her. I can’t help but notice her mouth is level with my rigid cock. “Open your eyes.”

She shakes her head, keeping them closed.

“Why not, Chastity?”

“Because this is just a dream, and opening my eyes will make me wake up.”

I pinched her nipple lightly, just enough for her to fill a sharp twinge of pleasure and pain before soothing the same spot with my thumb. “There, I pinched you, and you didn’t wake up. It’s not a dream. Open your eyes.”

Her lids flutter open to reveal the dazed look in her eyes. This close to her, I could see specks of gold across her irises, and it’s fascinating. If her top hadn’t been falling off for the first time, I could spent hours staring at her eyes. So odd, my reaction to her. I’ve never had the urge to stare at eyes.

“Do you like this?”

She moans and nods as her eyes try to drift close again. “Open your eyes.”

She snaps them open and stares up at me, obviously averting her gaze from my cock, which is so close to her mouth.

“You know I want you, don’t you, Chastity?”

She moans again. Not an acceptable answer.

“Yes or no, Chastity?”

She nods. “I can’t believe it, and I’m not sure why, but yes, I know.”

I kneel down in front of her, resting my hand on her chin to make her look at me. “You don’t know why? Because you’re sexy as hell, sweet, and your mouth is hot. Your pussy is probably even hotter. And tighter. Have you ever been fucked, Chastity?”

Embarrassment reddens her cheeks. “No.”

“I want to be your first.”

She bites her lip. “But, Blair.”

For a moment, I hate the sound of my brothers name. “You want him for your first?”

She shrugs, looking helpless for a moment. “I don’t know. I like you both.”

“You’re going to have to decide. Soon.”

Still biting her lower lip, she takes a deep breath. “You could be my first… um, you know.”

I laugh. “I’m afraid I don’t know, so you’re going to have to just tell me. Bluntly, and make it as dirty as possible.”

Her face is bright red. “You could be my first blowjob.”

Trying to hide my surprise, I stand up again and grab her hand, putting it on my belt buckle. “Do you want to take it out?”

She nods, looking shy again. She works at the belt and before long my cock springs free and juts in her direction. I hold my breath as I wait, and when her small hand comes up to wrap around my shaft, and the other follows, I let out a shaky sigh.

It turns to a startled grunt of pleasure when her little pink lips wrap around my cock. Immediately, her mouth softens, and all I feel is the slick heat of her mouth engulfing me. I thrust shallowly against her mouth, and she lets me slip in a couple more inches until I touch the back of her throat. I put a gentle hand on her head, wrapping her hair around my fingers, and she moves against me, eagerly sucking me in more with each thrust until it’s hard to control myself. “That feels really good. You’re doing a great job.” The fact that I’m saying this to my intern almost makes me laugh out loud, but then she moans and the vibration hits the underside of my cock and I find myself breathless. I want to face fuck her, but there’s something about going slower and more carefully with a virgin that has its own charms.

My hands tighten in her hair and it doesn’t take long until my balls tingle, and my thick shaft twitches in her mouth. I start to pull away, but she clamps her hands tighter around my ass, holding me close. I’m past the point of no return. Hot seed spills from me in spurt after spurt, and I realized it had been a few weeks since I’d had an orgasm with a woman -- after meeting Chastity I didn’t care about other women. Even masturbating had lost some of its appeal, so this is just what I need. She is just what I need.

It’s a startling thought, lost in the throes of pleasure, it doesn’t scare me that Chastity is everything I want and maybe what I’ve been waiting for... without even realizing there could be something more.