by Harper West
I could definitely get used to this.
The driver leaves Brooklyn and crosses the bridge to Manhattan, where the sun is gleaming low in the sky like a bright orange ball. It’s hot out -- the pavement seems to shimmer with it – but inside the car I’m bathed in air conditioning and the scent of fresh leather.
I wonder if this is Mason’s car. I wonder if he takes it to work every day, or if he prefers something more inconspicuous.
I wonder if he does this a lot – seduce naïve little girls and send them expensive dresses and woo them before breaking their hearts.
As much as I’m trying not to get invested in Mason, I can’t help myself. I’m becoming more intrigued with him by every passing day, and I can’t ever seem to get him out of my head.
“We have arrived, miss,” the driver says over the intercom. He pulls the car to the curb and gets out to open my door.
This time, as I walk into the restaurant, I manage to stay steady on my heels.
It’s a French place, small and intimate and filled with lit candles. But the strange thing is, I don’t see Mason anywhere.
In fact, I don’t see anyone anywhere.
“Hello?” I call out, feeling more than a little bit like an idiot.
“Miss, welcome,” a man says. He steps out of the shadows and makes me a little bow. “You are Mr. Rhodes’ companion for the evening, no?”
I nod.
“Wonderful,” he says. “Please, follow me.”
I’m still confused as the man leads me out of the foyer and into the restaurant. It’s a medium-sized space, but all the tables have been cleared.
All, save for one in the middle. Mason is sitting there, staring hungrily at me as I approach.
I flush deeply. When we reach the table, the maître d pulls my chair out for me and lets me settle before sliding me in.
“You rented the whole restaurant?” I ask Mason in disbelief.
He nods.
“Why?” I ask, giggling.
“Maybe I wanted you all to myself,” Mason says in a dark voice that sends a shiver down my spine. Under the table, I feel his hand on my knee and I blush.
“Well, that’s pretty extravagant,” I say. “If you rented the whole place, I could have just shown up in my yoga pants.”
It’s a dumb joke, but Mason chuckles.
“I don’t like people staring at me,” he says.
Immediately, I look down at the table. It’s set with perfect, crisp off-white linen and there’s a giant bouquet of dark red roses in the center.
“Except you,” Mason adds quietly. “You can stare at me all you want.”
I bite my lip and look up at him. “This is really nice,” I say. “I couldn’t believe it when you asked me out.”
Mason takes a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and pours us two generous glasses. He holds his glass to mine for a toast.
“I want to get to know you, Jilly,” Mason says. His dark blue eyes are flashing with intensity and lust, and at the moment I’m uncannily aware of the sheer panties pressing against my pussy.
“I want to get to know you, too,” I say breathily. Being with Mason is like being drugged with the most delicious drug of all time. I can smell his aftershave and his shampoo, and I want nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss him. I want his mouth on mine, his tongue massaging mine, his teeth nipping at my lips until I moan his name.
We’re still holding our glasses, and I giggle again. “To you,” I say. “For doing something incredibly extravagant and unnecessary.”
Mason clinks his glass against mine, but he frowns. “Why unnecessary?”
I bite my lip and squirm in my chair. “Because it is,” I say. “I mean, it’s really nice. But I don’t need really fancy stuff. I definitely don’t need a whole restaurant to myself. You know, most people do chill things for their first dates ... like go on a picnic.”
Mason’s eyes flash and I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing.
“What I said before, about not wanting anyone to stare at me,” Mason growls. “Maybe that was a lie?”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“Maybe I don’t want anyone staring at you,” Mason says. “Maybe I want you all to myself for an evening.”
A silent waiter passes by, dropping off a basket of baguette and a steaming bowl filled with mussels, but I barely even notice. I’m too hypnotized by Mason. That dark hair threaded with grey at the temples, his incredible dark blue eyes, that jawline that makes him look like a model.
I still can’t believe that he wants anything to do with me. Even in this dress and this lingerie and these shoes, I still don’t look half as gorgeous as he is.
“Oh,” is all I can say.
“So, Jilly,” Mason says in a deep voice. “Tell me about yourself.”
I flush, glad for the dim lighting of the restaurant. “What do you want to know?” I ask. The question sounds far saucier than I mean it, and I throw a coy look at Mason.
“Everything,” Mason growls. He leans in and kisses me, his teeth catching my lip. Arousal flares in my lower belly and I moan softly into his mouth as his tongue slips between my lips. Even though we’re alone in the restaurant, it still feels obscene to be tongue-kissing Mason like this, and I squirm as the feeling of lust in my body grows stronger.
When I hear the sound of a door opening and closing, I jump and pull away. The sound of footsteps approaching the table grows louder and I turn around to see Jay walking towards us.
“What the fuck, Jay,” Mason hisses.
Jay smirks at him. Then, he turns to me with a smile. His eyes are locked on me, and he strides closer and closer.
My heart is racing by the time he reaches the table.
What the hell is going to happen now?
Chapter 12
Jay
Jesus Christ, I’ve never seen a woman look as incredible as Jilly looks right now. She’s practically poured into her dress, a strapless number that has her tits pushed sky-high. She’s flushing and her lush, pink lips are parted in surprise.
“What the fuck, Jay?” Mason asks me.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Jilly and her curves. She’s a fucking goddess, I think as I stare at her enormous cleavage. A fucking beautiful, curvy, sexy goddess.
My cock stiffens in my pants and I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are wet with spit and I taste her eagerly, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes like wine and sex and I want more, I want all of her.
Jilly moans softly into my mouth. She pulls away and stares up at her, her big brown eyes as enormous as saucers in the dim lighting of the restaurant. She’s panting, and I know that she wants me just as much as I want her.
I put my hands on the back of Jilly’s chair and pull it back from the table. Her dress is skin-tight, all the way down to her hips, where it splits into a long slit that shows her leg practically up to the thigh.
Dropping to my knees, I take the silk in my hands and look up at Jilly. She holds my gaze for a second before giving me a brief nod, and I tear the material in my hands, exposing her to the waist with a loud rip. Immediately, my senses are filled with the delicious, nectar-like scent of her pussy and I inhale as deeply as I can. I slide a hand between her thighs and give her a little slap, instructing her to spread her legs.
Jilly flushes beet red, but she complies with my order. She gulps hard and stares down at me as I run my fingers along the inside of her naked thighs. She’s wearing this absurd little pair of panties – sheer and tiny – and her pussy lips are showing. There’s a damp spot on the crotch of those panties and I lick my lips at the sight of it before reaching forward and stroking a finger down her crotch.
Jilly shakes and gasps at my touch. I’m barely aware of Mason watching us intently as I lean forward and blow on her soaked crotch. Just my breath is enough to make Jilly moan and throw her head back, and it gives me the encouragement I need. Pushing her sodden panties to the side, I dive between her legs and nip and suck
at her thighs. Jilly shrieks with pleasure. She tangles her hands in my hair and scoots forward, until her ass is nearly hanging off the chair and her pussy is right in my face.
I don’t want to give in yet. I want to tease her, bring her to the brink of madness with my tongue and my fingers before I suckle that delicious clit of hers.
“Jay,” Jilly moans, her curves shuddering as she breathes hard. “Please, please ...” She trails off.
“Please what?” I growl.
“Please ... eat my pussy,” Jilly says, in a strangled voice that’s barely above a whisper. “Please.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, looking up at her and locking my eyes on hers.
“Lick my clit,” Jilly moans. “Suck my clit, eat my pussy, please ...” She trails off as the lust overwhelms her and I grin into her cunt. Slowly, achingly, I lick her pussy lips. They’re plump and soft and soaking wet with her juices, and I fucking love torturing her like this.
Mason gets up from his seat and watches before going to Jilly’s side and leaning down to kiss her. At the moment his lips touch hers, I begin to suck her clit. I spread her lips with one hand and lick her hard little nub of pleasure until she is screaming into Mason’s mouth. Looking up, I see Mason tug down the bodice of her dress. Her tits pop out obscenely, held in place by the flimsiest bra I’ve ever see. It doesn’t cover more than the bottom of her delicious breasts, and her nipples are rock hard and shaking in the air as I pleasure her.
Mason dips his head to her chest and begins nipping and sucking at her breasts as I continue lapping her clit. Jilly shudders and groans, bucking her whole body against my face. When I slide a finger inside of her tight cunt, I can tell that she’s getting ready to come, but I want to make her wait.
I pull away and Jilly gasps. She looks hotter than I’ve ever seen her: mussed hair, red hair, black silk torn and bunched around her generous waist. She’s panting and her eyes are huge as she looks from me to Mason and back again.
We’re going to give her a night that she’ll never forget.
“I want you to ride me, baby,” I tell Jilly. Fumbling my clothes has never seemed like such a chore as I rip my shirt off and shuck my pants off. My cock is throbbing and hard with want for Jilly, and I lie down on the floor. She gasps and fumbles with the remaining shreds of her dress until she’s standing before me in her filmy, sheer lingerie.
“Leave the bra on,” I tell her. “But take your fucking panties off.”
Jilly nods slowly. She licks her lips as she slides her panties down her legs and kicks them off, getting down on all fours and crawling over to me. I lick the taste of her off my lips as she crawls on top of her, the warmth from her luxurious pussy bathing my cock in a wonderful heat that’s almost enough to make me come.
“Ride me, baby girl,” I tell her. “Ride me hard.”
Jilly obeys. She slips my cock inside of her and begins to rock back and forth.
Mason is still watching. He’s staring at Jilly with lust blazing in his blue eyes, and he takes off his clothes, moving behind Jilly and getting down to join us on the floor. As she rides my hard dick, he puts his hands on her tits from behind and squeezes her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until Jilly howls with obscene pleasure.
“Mason’s gonna fuck you in the ass, baby girl,” I groan to Jilly. She throws her head back and cries out with obvious pleasure as her clit rubs against my pubic bone with every thrust.
Mason reaches between Jilly’s legs – for a moment, I feel his hand brush my balls – and rubs until his hand is soaking wet. I watch him spread her ass cheeks, rub his cock until it’s good and wet, and then slide slowly inside of her puckered little asshole.
Through the wall of Jilly’s ass and pussy, I can feel Mason’s hard cock. It’s strange – the thought doesn’t turn me on at all, but in the moment, it only adds to the intense, naughty fun that I’m having with this sweet curvy goddess.
“Oh my god,” Jilly whispers, screwing her eyes closed before moaning. “It feels so good, so intense ... like I’m so full, I can’t stand it.”
“Take it, baby,” Mason grunts in Jilly’s ear. He’s got his fingers dug into her hips and I can feel the power of his thrusts by the way Jilly is bouncing on my cock. Knowing that we have her completely immobilized with pleasure is a powerful feeling, and I grind against her even harder, thrusting up and up and up into her silky, wet cunt until I’m buried to my balls.
“Oh my god,” Jilly moans. It’s the only thing she’s capable of uttering as she gives herself over to the pleasure, gives herself up to Mason and me, gives in to the wanton lust of being our girl, our slut, our toy.
When Jilly comes, I feel her pussy clenching me tight. Mason grunts and bucks, harder than before, making Jilly ride my cock until I explode deep within her. I can practically feel my cock pulsing with every thrust and I groan as cum shoots out of my cock and fills Jilly with my seed. She’s moaning and shrieking, and I rub her clit with one hand as Mason fucks her deeper in the ass. The room is filled with a scent of sweat and musk and pussy-juice and it smells sweeter than the world’s sweetest nectar. As Mason comes hard in Jilly’s ass, she squirms on my cock. I play with her gorgeous tits as Mason sinks his teeth into her neck, gasping and grunting against her body as his cock spurts cum into Jilly’s sweet asshole.
“Oh my god,” Jilly moans again. She’s soaked with sweat as she collapses against my chest. Mason pulls out, his cock still hard, and stares down at us.
It’s as if he’s seeing us for the first time, as if he’s realizing that he and I just gave Jilly the fuck of her lifetime.
“What are you doing here?” Mason asks.
“Mase,” I say weakly, completely spent from loving Jilly so thoroughly. “You really gotta get a new secretary.”
Chapter 13
Jilly
Mason and Jay drop me off in the wee hours of the morning. I’m clad in one of Mason’s shirts – it goes down to my knees, he being so much taller than me – because my dress is totally ruined.
But I don’t even care. My holes are sore and still dripping with cum, and I’ve never felt better in my entire fucking life.
Thankfully, Penny’s asleep. I tiptoe to my room and crash into my bed, burying my face in the pillow and falling into a deep, restful slumber.
In the morning, my head aches and my whole body is stiff and sore, like I ran a marathon or something. I get out of bed and crawl into the bathroom, turning the shower as hot as it will go before standing until the spray and washing Mason and Jay and our lovemaking off my body.
The water is cold before I’m done.
After my shower, I wrap my hair in a towel and pull on a comfy pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. Penny is in the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of low-carb cereal. I reach for a blueberry muffin and sit down at the bar, wincing slightly.
My ass is still a little sore from Mason’s giant cock, but God, I loved every second of taking him. Thinking about him sliding his giant dick into my ass makes me shiver, and I grip the edge of the counter.
Penny turns to me and raises an eyebrow. “Did you even come home last night?”
I nod. “You were asleep,” I say, looking down at the muffin and picking sugar-crusted blueberries from the top. Popping one in my mouth, I chew thoughtfully and slowly.
How the heck am I supposed to tell my best friend the truth – that I had sex with two men, and I think I’m falling for both of them?
“Well, I’m sure you can bring me up to speed,” Penny jokes. She twirls her spoon in the cereal, lifting a bite into the air and then letting it splash back down in the milk.
I flush deeply, down to the roots of my hair.
“That good, huh?” Penny teases. A smirk crosses her face. “You must’ve been out really late. I was waiting for you – there was a movie marathon on the Hallmark channel.”
My whole body burns as I think about the night I had ... and how very un-Hallmark it was.
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sp; “Okay, this is too much,” Penny says. “You have to tell me, Jilly. Come on. Spare no detail,” she adds. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m so jealous of you right now.”
“I don’t know that I can talk about it,” I tell her. “I mean, it’s sex, Pen. You know what that’s like – you’re not exactly a virgin, or anything.”
“I know what sex is like with weird guys in their twenties who grope you and don’t know how to get you off,” Penny counters. She takes a bite of cereal, chewing thoughtfully. “And guys who get so offended when you ask if you can use your vibrator during, because that’s like, the only way that you know you’re gonna finish.”
I bite my lip, imagining what Mason and Jay would do if I asked to use a vibrator. A chill runs down my spine – between their hands and tongues and cocks, I’d never need to do anything like that. Mason and Jay are masters of my body, masters at making me come harder than I ever thought possible.
“But somehow I’m guessing that isn’t the kind of night you had,” Penny says slyly. She finishes her cereal and dumps the milk in the sink before rinsing the dish.
“No,” I admit. “I ... I wasn’t thinking about using a vibrator. Don’t need to, not with them.”
“Them?” Penny asks, her mouth open with surprise. “Don’t tell me that Jay was in on it, too?”
“He showed up,” I say, taking a delicate bite of muffin and chewing.
“What? How? Was Mason pissed?” Penny is clinging to my story like it’s a soap opera. She’s staring at me with curiosity and anticipation in her eyes. It doesn’t escape my notice that for once, she’s my captive audience and I’m the one telling her about the world.
I have to admit, it feels good.
“Jay bribed Mason’s secretary, Allison, to find out where he was,” I explain. “We were just having some wine and an appetizer when he showed up.”