Teased: Resisting the Billionaire Volume One

"Get your hands off me, little bro." The other one said.

"I'm not your little bro, little bro." He pushed him back harder, but this time his twin wasn't willing to accept the indignity, grabbed his brother's arms, and pulled him to the ground. They began to wrestle in the sand before her, taut, bronzed muscles glinting in the tropical sun as they struggled with each other.

Melanie was mesmerized. She didn't know whether to cry or thank the Mother Goddess for taking her to Paradise Island. The truth was she could have watched them all day and to her surprise she could feel a rising heat in her loins, spreading out into her thighs. This was something she had never done before, never even imagined: a ringside seat at a sweaty wrestling match between two Greek gods on a tropical desert island, fighting over her!

Her mouth dropped open as she watched them strain their muscles against one another. She had to stop it.

"That's enough." She said, but they ignored her. By now, one of them had gotten on top and was pushing his brother's hands into the sand. She stood over them but they paid no attention to her. The one on top was slowly, inexorably pushing the others arms down.

"Don't even try, little bro. You know I've always been able to take you down. Don't make me hurt you."

The brother underneath flashed an angry gaze at Melanie, obviously stung and humiliated to be bested in front of her. Her heart flashed with desire. Although both were beautiful, she felt for the defeated one. She had to help him. She put her flimsy arms to the powerful fists of the dominant brother and uselessly tried to force them back.

The defeated brother shouted. "No Melanie, don't! I need to do this myself." But he couldn't and he was losing. Inevitably, his arms grew weaker, and his brother grinned above him.

"I don't want to do this little bro, you know I don't. But at least Melanie now knows which one of us is the stronger one. Just say the word and I'll let you go like I always do."

The bested brother continued struggling and his desperation was pitiful to watch, but also powerfully arousing to his one-woman audience. He was struggling for her and for her alone, pitting all his manhood and risking his pride against his brother to prove himself to her. She felt guilty as she became wet watching the spectacle. Every inch that his strong arms sank to the ground, she felt a wave of pleasure rise. This man, whomever he was, wanted her more than anything else in the world and was willing to risk humiliation to prove it.