Resisting the Billionaire Collection (18 page)

"Don't." Alex said, gently taking her arm.
"Let him go. He needs to be alone. He’s confused. He says he
doesn’t trust me, but that’s not true. Melanie, I swear to you and
a thousand people will line up to support it, I’m a man of my word.
Choose him and your life will be wonderful. Choose me and -- I
won’t lie to you, there may be problems, but I will hold him to his
word. He’s my brother. He won’t betray us." Melanie turned her head
and looked up to the kind, gentle and smoking hot ,sexy man next to
her. His hand was warm on her forearm; his breath caressed her
naked shoulders.

"Melanie. Please choose me. Stay with me."
The plea was gentle but desperate. He removed his hand from her arm
and she turned away from him. Her mind was too full of questions.
She needed to be alone too.

Then she felt his strong protective hands on
her shoulders and a soft kiss against her flowing hair. She turned
to him and gazed up into the dark, intense pools of shadow around
his eyes.

"I need you." He whispered.

She could resist no longer. Reaching up to
wrap her arms around his strong neck, she pressed her sweet red
lips to his. He allowed his mouth to open and their tongues met,
exploring, longing for each other. She felt his hands come to her
waist and then lift her into his powerful arms. She melted into
them, the fire of her passion beginning to rise. His presence, so
close was overpowering to her senses.

"I don't care what happens tonight." She
whispered as he laid her down gently in the sand and brushed her
long hair aside, revealing the pale silver of her flesh in the
moonlight. She lay on the sand waiting, the heat of his desire
burning down upon her.

"I want you." She said. His lips found hers
again and then her neck, her breasts, her abdomen. Everything was
so different to the hunger of his brother. Alex was surer, more
restrained, more thoughtful. Yet behind the thoughtfulness was the
certainty of a desire even more intense than that of the passionate
and highly sexual Sebastian. In moments, she was naked, her body
writhing in the sand and crying out to be loved, taken, and
possessed. His lips and tongue lovingly explored every contour and
line of her naked body, finding their way inevitably lower to the
pouting crevice of her desire.

His mouth pressed to the mound of her pubic
bone, his square jaw pressed against her well-trimmed bush. His
strong warm hands pressed hers into the sand.

"Yes." she moaned, as his tongue went deeper
into her wet valley, his lips now pressed against her in hot
desire. The percussive shudders of screaming orgasm began to pass
through her body. She opened her eyes and saw the thick mane of his
hair between her thighs, felt him lave her, struggled against the
pressure of his hands pushing her thighs apart.

A moan of absolute hunger, ecstasy and
desire escaped her lips as she realized what was happening. Never
in her wildest dreams could she have imagined even one of these
men, let alone two of them desiring to make passionate love to her
on the same night on a tropical island in the South Pacific. Two
men swearing their love before her, raw in their naked lust and
need for her.

She had chosen between boyfriends before,
but never anything like this.

Alex's tongue pressed into her with more
urgency, competing with his absent brother for her body. He began
to work her clit forcing her willfully to orgasm, determined to
drive any thought of his brother from her mind. But as the first
surges of pleasure broke over her the memory of Sebastian's
voracious lips against hers returned with vivid intensity. She
struggled to reach out to Alex, to grip his tanned flesh but he
held her down, as though he needed to restrain her to protect her
from the explosions of her desire. His head came higher now to her
breasts and greedily devoured them, allowing her searing mound a
moment of recovery, a moment to regain its hunger for his merciless
tongue. He lifted himself up to gaze into her eyes, breathless in
his hot desire. His washboard abs hovered above her and she drank
in the vista, exulting in closeness of the narrow space between
them.

She raised her head to bite at his flesh,
hungry to taste more of his beautiful body, but he was gone again,
back to her aching mound, laving and cajoling with his tongue until
the first true orgasm exploded through her. She gushed as Alex
continued to draw ever more ecstasy from her aching body.

She was still shuddering, almost in pain as
the she felt the powerful man turn her over. She was like a toy in
his hands. He reached up to find her breasts, massaging, caressing,
and then she felt him, finally, softly but powerfully invade her
with his granite hard manhood. He was huge. His strong abdomen
squeezed against her soft ass while his cock filled her hungry
channel. His slow, controlled thrusts lifted her rhythmically from
the sand and then he began to quicken his space, thrusting into her
inexorably from behind. He was gentle at first but his urgency
began to take over. She realized with trepidation, that the next
series of orgasms would obliterate the memory of the last one.
Thrills and waves of pleasure shot out through her inner thighs and
down to her ankles, upwards from her mound to her stomach and
breasts. In unison with his thrusting and undulating, he worked her
throbbing clit with his right hand. Instinctively she reached down
to find his struggling balls and squeeze him, goading him on. He
had been resisting her for weeks, drawing away, escaping her desire
for him but now she was in control, and there would be no going
back for her captive lover. She squeezed hard on his cock with her
aching channel and gripped the root of his sexuality with her right
hand, stimulating him into uncontrolled thrusts of animal desire
that drove ever deeper into her.

He didn't want this, she could feel it, he
wanted control, but she wasn’t going to give it to him. The tables
had turned and now he was the slave of his own desire. His obvious
internal conflict made her want to drive him even crazier with lust
beyond his control. She looked around and saw that he had thrown
his head back and closed his eyes, resisting her tight control of
his body. But nothing he could do now would stop his mounting
desire for her. When he looked down again he saw her eyes wide with
the pleasure of sweet revenge. He grimaced in pain but those
delicious eyes held him, those slender, pretty fingers tightly held
his balls and worst of all that perfect, curved, shuddering body,
pale in the moonlight was before him, her piping hot channel
holding fast to the length of his cock. He gripped his hands to her
hips and gave in to the pinnacle of his desire, throwing everything
away to take her completely.

His brother had been right, as his eyes
locked onto hers he was sure it was worth it. Her watched as her
mouth opened and then it came. She screamed out loud, never before
had she so utterly released herself to pleasure, shouting her
release into the night. Alex moaned and collapsed to her back, shut
his eyes tightly, hating himself for being so weak. He had doomed
them both to a life of poverty with his selfish actions. He was no
better than his brother. The orgasm had nearly made his balls
explode but still he hated himself and hated everything he had
done.

The lovers lay top of each other now in the
sand. It was no time for recrimination or regret. What was done was
done.

A shadow stood nearby, hidden in the forest,
tears burning in his eyes. This time it had been Sebastian’s turn
to watch in humiliation, helpless, as his dream slipped away from
him.

He marched over to the exhausted lovers and
glared down at them.

"I need to fuck her now." He said in a low
voice. Melanie quivered involuntarily in the sand. He sounded
determined, obsessed, filled with angry desire for her.

"I don't think so." Alex growled.

"What do you mean?" Sebastian said. "You
just had your turn."

"She isn’t a piece of meat you asshole. Now
get out of here before I kick your ass for the last time."

The hot jealousy of the two men was
exhilarating, but Melanie had to pull herself together.

"I’m sorry Sebastian, but I’ve made my
choice. You have to give it up now." She said softly.

"Is that why you made love to him in front
of me?"

"Nobody forced you to watch, Sebastian." She
said.

"That’s right. Who’s the peeping tom now?"
Alex said.

Sebastian went silent. He wasn't exactly
proud of the moments he had spent watching them.

"What is he talking about, Alex?"

He ignored her. "Feels pretty bad, huh?
Doesn't it? Well I owed you that one little brother. You spent a
whole month lying to me and even worse, lying to Melanie. Then you
impersonated me while you fucked her and I had to watch you do it.
That was just payback. Now get out of here. Melanie has made her
decision and we will expect you to stand by your word."

Melanie pushed him away from her. "Payback?
What the hell is going on here? I thought we were making love.
Sebastian and I didn’t make love."

"You don’t have to lie to me Melanie. It’s
okay. I’ve already forgiven you--"

"You forgive me?" She backed further away
from him.

Sebastian began to smirk in the shadows.

"There’s nothing to forgive. Sure we
kissed--"

"It was more than that." Sebastian said.

"He tricked me." Melanie said. "He put his
hands on me, we kissed, but we never made love."

Alex glared at his little brother. "You
goddamn asshole. You wanted me to believe you had her! What the
hell is going through that crazy head of yours?"

Sebastian backed away.

"I came back to find you, Melanie. It was
after I ran away the first time, but I found you here, with him,
together. I thought you had chosen him." He looked down to the
sand, his face covered in moonlight and shadow. "And he wanted me
to believe that. He wanted me to give up on you."

Melanie flung her arms around him. The smirk
left Sebastian’s face. His damn brother was proving harder than
usual to separate from his girl.

"Jesus Christ." He said. "You guys can have
each other. But if you think I’m going to pay for it, then you can
forget about it."

Alex pressed his lips passionately to
Melanie’s. When they finished kissing, he turned his head around to
his brother.

"Are you still here?" He said.

"Yeah. Inconvenient, isn’t it?"

Alex glared at him. "It’s like this, little
brother. You do whatever the hell you want, but if you have any
feelings at all for Melanie, other than wanting to bone her, if you
ever want to see her again or have a relationship with me, your
twin brother, then you better had stick by your word. If you don’t?
What the hell, we’ll get by; don’t you worry about us. We have each
other and that’s all that counts. You can cuddle up in bed at night
with your corporate earnings statement."

Sebastian was seething. He had never lost a
woman to his older brother. He had lost everything else, but this
was his one domain of expertise. How could she not have chosen him?
After the sizzling moments they had shared on the plane and then
again on the sand?

"Doesn't Melanie have a say in this?" He
almost shrieked in desperation. "What is she? Just another toy for
us to share? The rich boys' favorite concubine?"

"It’s over, Sebastian." Melanie said. The
commanding tone in her voice surprised even herself.

"Melanie, please. You don’t mean it."

"Yes I do. You can go now. I’ve made my
decision. You lied to me and to your brother, too. I can’t trust
you."

"That’s not how you felt when my hand was
between your legs." He hissed.

Alex went to lunge at him but Melanie
stopped him.

"I thought you were Alex." She said. "The
only thing you can do now to regain any self-respect is to turn
around and leave. Then when we get off this island, you’ll honor
your agreement with your brother. But like Alex said, even if you
don’t, I don’t care. As long as he’s with me, then that’s all that
counts."

"If I turn around now, you say goodbye to a
fortune and you say hello to a life of struggle, poverty, and
shame. Last chance. Think about what you're doing." His voice was
desperate.

"Goodbye." She said.

Still he stood there, waiting for a crumb of
hope.

"Two’s company, Sebastian and three’s--"

“Okay." He said. "If that’s what you two
want. I hope ex-billionaires and unemployable former flight
attendants can survive on food stamps."

He turned and melted away into the darkness,
his footsteps slowly disappearing into the jungle.

Alex turned to his woman, his heart breaking
with pride, love, and respect.

"You chose me Melanie, over a fortune." His
voice hoarse with emotion. He gathered her up into his powerful
arms, still blissfully naked. The residue of multiple orgasms and
the sweat of male desire were warm on her body. He laid her down
close to the waning fire and began to make love to her again with
the same careful, barely restrained passion as before, and now she
gave herself utterly to him, writhing and undulating with every
touch, moaning and groaning, screaming louder as his tongue drove
her to a frenzy of excitement.

She reached down grabbed a hold of his
straining, lean and powerful ass and began to pull in rhythm with
her own writhing, pushing him deeper inside of her. He went to push
her hands away to the sand but she warned him with her eyes. The
pleasure was unending, his rock hard abdomen thrusting against
hers, his powerful shaft pushing hard against her aching clit with
each spasm of desire. They had nothing to lose anymore; nothing to
fear. Alex abandoned all restraint and as he relentlessly drove
into her. She felt every ripped and taut muscle in his body strain
against her own soft and saturated flesh, driving her to orgasm
after orgasm, whether she could take them or not.