by Harper West
I’ve never seen a woman with this kind of figure in real life, and I want to make her scream with pleasure.
“So, did you and Mason grow up together?” Jilly asks.
Mason, get Mason out of your head, sweet thing, I think irritably.
“Sort of,” I say dismissively. “What about you? Are you from New York?”
Jilly shakes her head and makes a face. “New Jersey,” she says, licking her plump lower lip like a piece of candy. “The suburbs – not anywhere close to the city. My parents are still there. They didn’t want me to move here, I think they were afraid it would be too much for me, or something. But after college, I realized that I didn’t want to go back to their house, you know? It was time for me to be on my own. I’m only twenty-two,” she concludes, looking me dead in the eye. “I think it’s time I became an adult.”
I can’t stop myself from smirking as I think about all the ways I’ll ... help Jilly into her newfound adulthood.
“Of course,” I say silkily. “I completely understand that.”
“It must be weird working for the company that your father founded,” Jilly says softly. She looks up at me. “Is it?”
I chuckle. “Well, the thing is, Jilly, I don’t work for SMX. I run SMX.”
Jilly flushes scarlet. “Of course,” she says quickly. “I didn’t mean to insinuate anything like—”
I put my finger to her lips. God, they’re petal-soft and silky and I have to resist the urge to slip my finger into her mouth and order her to suck it.
“I understand,” I tell her as I raise my eyebrow.
The elevator stops and the doors open with a soft, muted tone.
“Where are we?” Jilly asked in a hushed voice.
“This is the C-level suite,” I tell her. “I thought I’d show you my office. I thought you might be more comfortable there ... working on your special assignment.”
Jilly blinks at me but doesn’t protest when I guide her into my office and shut the door. My secretary, Hanna, looks up from her desk.
“Mr. Harper,” she exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be in until after lunch!”
“Well, surprise,” I say drily. “Please see that I’m not disturbed for the next hour. By anyone,” I add.
Hanna flushes and nods. “Of course, sir,” she says, ducking her head.
Once upon a time, her submissive attitude and olive-green eyes turned me on.
But compared to Jilly, she’s nothing.
“Come on,” I tell Jilly. “We should get started.”
She follows me into my office, quavering slightly in those tall heels of hers, and I know I’m about to have the ride of my life.
Chapter 9
Jilly
My heart is thumping against my ribs as Jay closes – and locks – his office door behind us. I’m so confused.
And so turned on.
What the hell is wrong with me? One taste and I’m suddenly ready to whore myself around town. It’s not that I hadn’t been pleasured before, or pleasured myself, but only a few days ago I was naïve and inexperienced. Hell, I still am. But yet, I really, really want to give into this part of myself.
‘Sex isn’t dirty, Jilly.’ Penny would always remind me, ‘Women should be allowed to be as sexually free as they want. Just like men—and without being judged for it.’
But sex with your boss . . . or bosses. That didn’t seem smart at all.
In fact it was stupid, and dangerous, and risky—and for all those reasons, it was so fucking hot.
Jay is like Mason’s exact opposite. He and Jay are the same height, but that’s when the similarities stop. Jay’s dark blonde hair and dark brown eyes are some of the hottest I’ve ever seen. He’s clean-shaven, with a sturdy, muscular build. I’m a big girl, but I know Jay could probably lift me up with one hand and not break a sweat.
The way he’s been looking at me has made me so wet that my panties are straining against my pussy lips.
Is it a betrayal of Mason if I’m attracted to Jay, too?
Please. Who knows how many women he’s randomly screwed on their first interview? I didn’t owe anyone anything. This was the first time in my life I’ve had not one—but two—exceedingly hot men wanting me, I’m not about to pass it up.
I deserve to be desired, treasured, wanted.
Besides, I want him so bad that I can hardly stand it. My nipples are stiff inside the cups of my bra and every time I move, every time I shift, they brush against the fabric and send a torrent of arousal through my body.
“Come here,” Jay growls. I love how he’s both charming and intense, alpha and winsome all at once.
I have no choice but to comply. On wobbly legs, I walk to him. He takes me in his arms.
“You know that you’re a fucking goddess, don’t you?” Jay growls in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallow hard, not sure how to reply. Jay pulls me close and runs his hands over my body, slowly, taking in every inch of my curves. As his hands slide over my ass and squeeze, he leans forward and presses his mouth to mine. His lips are surprisingly soft for a man’s, but the kiss is rough and sloppy and delicious. His tongue tastes like cigars and whiskey, and I melt against his frame as he squeezes my ass, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“You’ve got a perfect ass,” Jay says in a low voice as he breaks the kiss and pulls away.
“Thank you,” I whisper as a hot flush of embarrassment spreads over my face. I’ve never thought of my ass as anything other than huge, but Jay speaks with authority, and I believe that he wants me. I can feel his hard cock through his pants, and I slide a hand between our bodies, rubbing his erection with my fingers.
Jay’s response is instant. He throws his head back and groans like an animal, thrusting his hips forward. My hand is shaking – I’m so nervous and excited – but Jay doesn’t seem to notice. He puts his hand on top of mine and rubs himself harder, bucking his hips towards me.
“God, baby, fuck yeah,” Jay groans. His eyes are screwed shut and I lean forward, kissing him and sucking on his lower lip as I rub his cock. When he shoves my hand away, he’s breathing hard and he stares me down.
“Strip,” Jay pants. He stares at me and there’s a lusty fire in his dark brown eyes that makes my clit throb with arousal.
My hands are still shaking as I unzip my skirt. Wriggling out of it is hard, and I grunt slightly, hopping from one foot to the other as I tug the stubborn fabric down my thighs and kick it off. I unbutton my white blouse, not breaking eye contact with Jay, and unhook my bra. Letting my shirt and bra fall to the floor, I’m standing in front of him, clad only in silky panties and my heels.
“God, I could look at you forever,” Jay says in a lusty, deep voice. He runs his hands over my boobs, cupping them and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs until a moan escapes my lips. The same addictive, heavenly sensations that I felt with Mason are swirling through my body and it’s not that I want to give in – I have to give in.
I lean towards Jay, craving more of his touch, and the sodden fabric of my panties twists against my crotch. Jay slides his hands over my belly and tugs at my underwear, dipping a finger inside the hem and gently fingering my pubic curls.
“I wanna tease you until you can’t take it anymore, baby,” Jay says. Dropping to his knees, he tugs at my panties, pulling the crotch until it’s tight against my hard clit and my pussy lips are poking out each side. It feels so obscene and delicious that I can’t help but blush scarlet all over as Jay tugs at the fabric, leaning close and inhaling the aroma of my pussy musk. He stares up at me, his eyes locked on mine, as he continues his delectably torment of my body, and I’m frozen to the spot with pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Jay groans. Finally, he yanks my soaked panties down my legs and tugs them off my body. Lifting them to his nose, he takes a deep sniff and groans again before sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh and lightly, lightly, far too fucking lightly, brushes against my pussy
.
Jay gets to his feet and fumbles with his belt, throwing it to the ground and kicking off his pants. He practically rips off his shirt and when I see his naked chest, I can’t help but gasp. He’s so muscular that I hold my breath as I run my hand down his rock-hard, smooth chest.
“You like?” Jay asks, raising an eyebrow at me. His cock is straining against his boxers and with shaking hands, I pull them down his hips, gasping when his cock pops free.
He’s massive and veiny and perfect. I want him – but I want to please him, too. With a soft grunt, I drop to my knees and wrap my fist around his cock, pumping up and down the same way Mason showed me. Jay groans and throws his head back. As I inch closer, I breathe on his cock gently, then take it into my mouth. He’s so big that it strains my jaw almost instantly, but I don’t care. I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock as Jay grunts and buries his fingers in my hair.
We’re so involved in each other that neither one of us hears the door open. Neither of us hears the heavy footsteps, or the masculine sound of a throat clearing.
“Jay.”
The sound of Mason’s voice sends a chill down my spine and I freeze with Jay’s cock in my mouth. The footfall continues, and I raise my eyes to see Mason standing next to Jay, his eyes blazing with lust and passion and something else that I don’t quite recognize.
I’m horrified. I expect Mason to start yelling, or throwing things, or punching Jay.
But to my surprise, he looks me up and down with almost a sense of approval. Mason walks over to me and reaches down to stroke my hair. His hand moves down my naked back until he’s squeezing my ass, groaning under his breath. Having Mason touch me while I have another man’s cock in my mouth is so hot, and his hand keeps kneading and squeezing me.
“Keep going, baby,” Mason growls. “You want to please Jay, don’t you?”
A shudder of lust runs through my body and I suddenly realize that I’m in for a lot more than I bargained for. I resume bobbing my head over Jay’s cock, licking and sucking the tender underside of the head. I cup his balls with one hand, massaging and rubbing them, and soon Jay is whining and grunting and bucking his hips, shoving his cock far into my mouth. Just as I’m about to pull away, I feel something hot and wet breathing on my pussy. An intense, electric shock alights in my body as I realize Mason is crouched behind me. He spreads my thighs, burning my knees on the office carpeting and exposing my soaked pussy to the world. The cool air of Jay’s office is both tantalizing and tingly on my damp skin but seconds later, I feel Mason’s tongue, lapping me from clit to asshole. His tongue dances and flicks against my skin, gently licking my ass, prompting me to moan loudly on Jay’s cock.
Jay grunts once more, then pushes me away. Mason and I shift backwards, and Mason takes me from behind, maneuvering me so that I’m now on all fours with my legs spread as far as the can go.
When I look over my shoulder, I see that Mason is naked, too. His cock is stiff and bobbing in front of him, and seeing it reminds me of the intense, delicious pleasure that he inflicted on me just days ago.
Now, I can’t believe I’m with him again ... and with his best friend.
Jay walks over to the couch and sits down, watching Mason and me with keen interest. His cock sticks straight up in the air, and he beckons me over.
“I want you to ride me, baby,” Jay growls. He grabs me and pulls me down, but to my surprise, he wants me with my back to him. He spreads his legs and motions for me to lower myself down on his cock. It’s awkward for a second, my ass rubs against his erection, but with my legs spread I know my pussy is wide open and Jay slides inside with a single, smooth motion that makes me gasp.
Mason stands, watching me sitting on Jay’s lap with my legs spread like the biggest slut who ever lived. My attention is torn between Mason’s intense gaze and the rock-hard large erection stuffed inside of me.
“Someday, I’m gonna fuck you in the ass like this,” Jay growls in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. He digs his fingers into my generous hips and starts buck his hips under my body, fucking me with slow, deep thrusts that make me whimper and grunt with intense pleasure. His cock is making me feel so good that I close my eyes and throw my head back.
That’s when I feel hands on my tits. Opening my eyes, I see Mason kneeling in front of me. He’s rubbing my nipples with his thumbs, rolling them in his fingers. It feels heavenly – my entire body is being worshipped by these two beautiful men, and for a moment I wonder if I’m dreaming.
Then, Mason pinches my nipples and I know that I’m awake. The slight pain mingles with the pleasure rocketing through my body and I scream loudly, grinding my ass on Jay’s cock and humping him frantically. Mason drops one hand to my exposed clit and begins flicking his thumb over the hard little nub, faster and faster, until my whole body explodes in a powerful orgasm that makes me scream and cry out, over and over again. Jay’s fingers dig harder into my hips and he bucks and gasps behind me, coming hard. His cock jerks and pulses inside my throbbing pussy, and I feel his cum gushing into my body with the force of a torrential hurricane.
Mason takes my hands and helps me off Jay. I’m standing there, naked, shaking and sweating, feeling more exposed than I ever have in my entire life.
“Come here, baby,” Mason growls softly. He leads me to a space on the floor, in front of Jay, and lies down on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air. I think he wants me to ride him, and I get down and motion to crawl over his body but he spins his finger in the air.
“You want to ...?” I trail off nervously. The idea of doing the sixty-nine someone has always intrigued but embarrassed me. Just thinking about having my ass right in Mason’s face makes me hesitate, but he keeps motioning with his finger until I’m positioned over his body, crouching down with his cock in my face.
My clit is swollen and over-sensitive from just coming, and Mason’s tongue is a shock that makes me cry out. He’s gently at first, lapping and licking, then he starts to gently bite and nip my pussy lips. Soon, I’m grinding my pussy against his face, all thoughts of embarrassment long gone. His cock bobs in my face and I wrap my hand around the base, pumping up and down before taking it into my mouth and sucking.
Mason releases a muffled groan into my cunt that feels delectable, and I keep sucking, licking and wrapping my tongue around the head of his cock every time I bob my head. As Mason’s tongue darts in and out of my pussy, the pleasure is almost too intense for me to focus on his delicious, giant cock. He bucks his hips, shoving his dick to the back of my throat and almost choking me.
When I open my eyes, I realize Jay is no longer on the couch. I squirm and twist, trying to find him, but he’s nowhere in sight. Then, I feel a hand on my ass, massaging and squeezing and slapping, and I know it has to be him. The amazing sensation of Jay gently spanking me combined with Mason’s tongue flicking over my clit are making my whole body shake with pleasure and lust. With renewed enthusiasm, I suck Mason’s cock harder than ever.
Jay’s hand pinches and massages my ass, moving closer and closer to my asshole with each passing second. I hold my breath as I keep bobbing over Mason’s cock, squirming towards Jay’s touch. I can feel Mason’s face is wet with my juices as he licks and sucks at my swollen, hard clit, and I grunt and shudder, arching my back and rubbing my pussy against his mouth, eager for more.
There’s a slight pressure on my asshole and I moan loudly, spreading my legs even further. It’s different, but it doesn’t feel bad, and as Jay’s finger slides inside of my asshole, my whole body sings with ecstasy. I feel so full, so stuffed with tongue and fingers, that I can hardly breathe and soon, a second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body shakes and squirms and I scream on Mason’s cock, eagerly bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can.
My reaction sets Mason off, and he comes hard, spurting cum into the back of my throat. It’s salty and sweet at the same time and I eagerly swallow all of it, lapping at the head of his cock u
ntil he’s no longer gushing.
Mason gently pushes me to the side, and I roll over, my whole body buzzing and tingling as the aftershocks of my orgasm still throb within me. Mason sits up and smirks at me, wiping his mouth on his hand and leaning in for a kiss. His tongue dances with mine, and he tastes of me. I lick him clean, lapping my juices from his face.
When we break the kiss, Jay crawls over and kisses me, nibbling at my lower lip. His tongue darts against mine, flicking and exploring, and I melt against his strong, muscular chest.
For a moment, none of us speak. I can’t believe I just did that – had sex with Mason and Jay at the same time. They pleasured me so thoroughly; I’m soaked in sweat and my curves shake every time I exhale.
“I’d say you did very, very well on that special project,” Jay says archly. He begins to get dressed and I follow, awkwardly reaching for my clothes and tugging them over my sweaty limbs.
“Yes,” Mason echoes. “She did.”
I swallow hard. What’s going to happen now? The heat of the moment has passed, and I wonder if they’re going to kick me out. Was this whole job just a ruse to get me back into SMX, so Mason could share me with Jay?
“Um,” I say nervously. “Should I check in with Human Resources?”
Mason and Jay look at each other, then chuckle.
“I’d say no,” Mason says. He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re a bit ... unkempt at the moment, Jilly.”
Just the way he says my name is enough to make me weak in the knees, and I sit down.
“What should I do?” I ask quietly. It’s hard to believe that seconds before, I was screaming and shrieking with lust as these two gorgeous men pleasured and defiled me.
Jay snorts. “Go home. Take a shower. Relax,” he says. “You can start tomorrow.”
I’m about to protest, but he’s probably right. As Penny would say, I’m sure that I smell like sex. I don’t have to look in a mirror to know that I’ve sweated off my makeup, and my hair is a mess. I’m flustered and damp and thrilled – how the hell did something like that just happen?