The Penthouse Suite

** Melissa **

Twin brothers Justin and Dean Charter were staying in the Penthouse Suite. They were known to be ruthless businessmen, although I knew nothing about the business they were in. Their reputation was that they worked hard and played harder, so I was to distract them as little as possible.

I knocked on the door, confidently announcing “room service” waiting the required 5 seconds before using my floor key to enter.

I moved into the dark room slowly, making sure I didn’t make a sound, just in case the brothers were sleeping. I made my way into the livingroom and pulled back the curtains. I looked around the sunlit room, noticing that it was clean and tidy. “Nothing here for me to do” I muttered quietly. “Are you sure about that?” Came a low, gravelly voice from the bedroom.

Shocked, I turned sharply and could see one of the brothers start to sit up in bed, pulling the covers away to reveal his amazingly sculpted body. I couldn’t help but lick my lips in response to his physique.

He must have noticed, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up straight on the edge. I couldn’t help feel a warm glow building inside of me. I swallowed hard and walked into the bedroom.

Fighting the urge to reach out and touch Justin Charter’s naked chest and abs, I walked around the bed to the window and firmly grabbed hold of the curtains to pull them back.

Justin twisted round so he could see me by the window.

“My brother’s down in the gym, but I’m pretty sure there’s something you can do for me in here”. Even though my back was facing him, I could feel the smirk on his face burning into me. The heat was building inside me, and I could feel fluttering deep in my abdomen. I gripped the curtains harder, trying to fight the completely inappropriate thoughts that were entering my mind.

I’d seen Justin and his brother down in the lobby when they’d first checked in 3 days ago and noticed their rugged handsome features. I had found it hard to get that image out of my mind and kept having to remind myself to remain professional. After all, this job was barely keeping a roof over my head. I had worked so hard to be a “top 3” maid and I wasn’t about to throw that away.

Yet I couldn’t get the thought of either of the brothers out of my mind. I couldn’t control the building heat and beads of sweat started to form on my forehead and cheeks. I felt flushed. I pulled back the curtains with more force than I needed to.

Justin saw my tightened grip on the curtains and the sweat on my brow. “You must work really hard. Why don’t you take a break”. His voice was silky and enticing. I knew he wasn’t suggesting I throw myself on the sofa and switch on the TV. His voice was like a magnet to me. I turned to face him keeping my eyes low. I was beginning to feel extremely hot. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs and blushed in response. He was making me wet with just his voice and the sight of him! Damn you Justin Charter! Without thinking, I had to unbutton the top of my shirt, before my temperature exploded.

“Getting hot in here is it?” Justin teased. His voice fanning my uncontrollable fire. I swallowed hard “I’m just so excited to be serving the Charter brothers. It’s such an honour”. I stopped, convinced he wasn’t buying a single word.

“Perhaps we could service each other?” Justin replied playfully. Finally, I looked up at him. The sunshine streaming through the window danced across his skin, enhancing his muscular arms and chest. His abs were a masterpiece and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them.

But suddenly I noticed something else. Beneath the waistband of his grey sweatpants I could see a bulge, growing. Realising I was now staring at his crotch, I quickly flicked my eyes up to meet his. His steely grey eyes flashed with mischief. His gaze dropped to where I’d unbuttoned the top of my shirt. I could feel his eyes on me. My breathing deepened at his attention and my breasts rose and fell with each breath. Justin smiled and looked into my eyes with increasing desire. I could feel the raw sexual need between us and I was fighting as hard as I could to resist.

It was working until he spoke: “come and sit with me. Let me relieve that tension for you.” I walked slowly around the bed, until I was standing in front of him, my legs between his knees. He was still sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for me to sit on his lap. I looked down and could see that the bulge in his pants had grown. Suddenly I shuddered and I felt a throbbing wet heat between my legs. I couldn’t stop myself any longer.

As Justin lowered me onto his lap, he swiftly traced his hand up my skirt, gently grazing my inner thigh with his knuckles, before moving my underwear to one side between my legs. I trembled. I knew Justin could feel it, and responded in a low husky voice “I feel your excitement too baby, fuck you are so wet. Let’s see what we can do about that.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and in one quick move, Justin pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his stiff throbbing member. His other hand grabbed my hip and he gently pulled me down onto it. The feeling of his massive hot cock entering me made me gasp.

Putting both hands firmly on my hips, Justin raised me slowly, until just his tip was inside me. Then, without warning, his grip tightened and he slammed me down hard onto his lap. I felt his raging shaft penetrate deep inside me. I let out a loud moan. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, soaking in the pleasure, my mouth still open with shock.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Dean walk into the bedroom. His body was hot and sweaty from his workout and he didn’t hesitate in walking straight up to where his brother and I were on the bed. He watched as I slowly lifted myself off Justin, squeezing my pelvic muscles as I did, to increase the sweet friction, and then releasing, thrusting hard downwards. My eyes staying on Dean the whole time. He was an Adonis, just like his brother.

All of my worries about my job, being late into work that morning and how the conversation with the Housekeeping Manager would go disappeared being replaced with a deep yearning for pleasure. More pleasure than I’d ever wanted.