by Mia Faith
The sounds of me coming spurred Andrei on and he pounded me harder and faster until he was moaning and shaking and gasping too. Igor slowly tongued my clit as his brother came deep inside my pussy. Fucking surreal. Fucking hot. Fucking unbelievable. Andrei flexed in and out of me a few times before pulling out. Igor didn’t give me any time to recover before he was pushing my thighs apart and entering me. The thought of his cock being inside of me slick with the come his brother had just left there went straight to my head. I started thrusting and humping and whimpering thanks to the feelings surging through my body. I screamed out in another earth-shattering orgasm and Igor followed me down the rabbit hole moments later.
Eventually we all three got clean and once we were dried off and dressed, Andrei disappeared to do his own thing and left Igor and me alone.
“I guess we need to buy a ring.”
I tried not to look overly excited at the prospect. I honestly wasn’t one of those women that only wanted his money, but the idea of having a ring that was bought and paid for by a billionaire thrilled me beyond explanation. “Um…sure,” I said. I realized at that moment when we weren’t having sex, my husband to be, intimidated me somewhat. I had a hard time expressing myself when those intense pools of chocolate were locked onto my face.
“There’s a gala tonight that one of my business associates is putting on. Why don’t we go get the ring together and then I’ll leave you to outfit yourself for the gala at the plaza ballroom tonight.”
“You want me to go with you?”
“Of course. You’re my fiancé. It’s time we made the announcement.”
I almost laughed but since he had such a straight, stony expression, I thought better of it. It was just so funny that three days ago I was a single bartender and now I was the intended wife of one of the richest and most powerful men in New York. I was waiting to wake up.
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I was standing in the bedroom that Igor had already designated as mine in the penthouse. The sun was just going down and what was left of it pressed in through the blinds and glinted off of the boulder that sat on my finger. Igor and I had gone shopping. He’d taken me first to a private jeweler where we were treated like royalty and I eventually picked out the diamond that now sat in the center of the gold band on the ring finger of my left hand. I’m not sure how much it ended up costing him but if I had to guess I’d say I could work the rest of my life at the bar and never make enough for the down payment.
After we got the ring he handed me a black AMEX card, gave me a peck on the cheek and left me to my own devices. I even had a black Bentley and a middle-aged English driver at my disposal. The first place I had him take me was to the bar. I’d spoken to Igor about my job since I was expected to work that night. He’d told me that since I’d already accepted his position I should call them and quit. I didn’t have a problem with quitting, but my bosses had been good to me so calling them didn’t seem right.
The driver opened the door of the car for me in front of the bar just as Kendra, one of my bosses arrived to open the bar. She stopped in her tracks and watched me get out of the car. As I walked toward her she opened her mouth to say something and caught sight of the rock on my finger. It was hard to miss.
“Oh my fucking God! Did you hit the lottery or what?”
I laughed. “Kind of. Can we go inside?”
“Hell yeah! I’m afraid to be seen with you and that boulder out here on the street. How many karats is that anyways?”
“Ten.”
She looked like she might choke. We went inside and she made us a mimosa and I told her my story. I wouldn’t share it with just anyone but Kendra was more than my boss, she was also the closest friend I had. When I finished talking she picked up her wine glass and downed the rest of her champagne and orange juice. She didn’t say anything for a really long time and it was making me a nervous wreck. Finally, with a look in her eyes, I didn’t recognize she said, “Oh my fucking God.”
For some reason, that struck me as funny. Maybe it was because I’d said it to myself at least a dozen times in the past two days. I started laughing and so did she. We laughed until we had tears in our eyes and when we caught our breath and she could speak again she said, “When you were talking I kind of felt like you were reading a passage out of a trashy novel to me. Is this really going to be your life?”
I smiled nervously and said, “I accepted his proposal, so I guess so.”
“You know what you’re doing?”
“Not completely, but with a black AMEX and no limit, two of the hottest guys in the world to have sex with, a penthouse apartment and a marriage to a billionaire, I think I should be able to eventually figure it out, right?”
She laughed again and said, “If anyone can, it’s you.” We toasted to my engagement and I finally remembered before I left to tell her she needed to hire a new bartender. Then I got back in the Bentley and had the driver take me to the Upper East Side and I spent the next four hours shopping. It took the driver, the doorman and two valets to carry all of my things up when I got back.
CHAPTER SIX
JESSICA
The three gowns I bought were spread out across the giant bed now and I was in my new, sexy undergarments and trying to decide which one I wanted to wear. I held each one up one at a time. The first one was basic black with a plunging neckline and a tightly fitted bodice. I liked it a lot but I wasn’t sure black was what I was in the mood for. The second one was a dark fuchsia and it was short and off the shoulder. It was daring and sexy but maybe more for the cocktail hour than a gala in a ballroom. The last one is a sheath gown and it’s made of a shimmery creamy tan lira with gold threading. It fits me like a glove and the back is cut so dramatically low that I’ll definitely have to lose the undergarments, all of them. The clerk in the dress shop where I bought it told me she was as straight as an arrow, but while I was in the dress she wasn’t able to stop staring at my butt.
I took off my bra and underwear and slipped it on. The cool fabric felt good against my nude skin. I felt sexy and classy. My mind made up I took it off and finished doing my make-up and hair in the nude. While I stood in front of the mirror I’d have a memory every so often of Igor or Andrei touching me in a certain place or a certain way and I was tempted to touch myself. I shivered and wondered if the time would ever come when I wasn’t able to handle them both. With a smile and a final shake of my head to fluff out my blonde hair, I told myself, “Maybe, but not today.”
Igor had to meet me at the gala because of “business” that came up, he said. He’d text me just before my car arrived and told me he was there. As I walked into the ballroom it felt like all eyes were on me and most of the looks were approving. It was empowering and I stood with my head up and my shoulders back as I made my way through the crowd of people to find my fiancé. I spotted him across the room when I was about halfway there. His tuxedo was meticulously tailored to his gorgeous body and I stopped and just drank him in for a minute with what was probably a lustful look on my face. I was imagining those gorgeous glutes pressed up against the wall as I knelt before him. I imagined how good it had felt to run my hands up his thighs and cup his hard buttocks in them and give it a squeeze while my head bobbed up and down on his massive cock.
Igor looked up and saw me and a small smirk appeared at the corner of his sexy mouth. I wondered if he could read my mind. As he walked over toward me I watched him take me in from head to foot. His look was more than just approving it was once again predatory. I wondered if my lack of panties would cause an issue for me as I felt the moisture his look was causing begin to pool at the tops of my thighs.
When Igor reached me he leaned down and kissed my cheek. With his mouth close to my ear he said, “You look ravishing. I want to rip that dress off of you and fuck you right here.”
My mouth went dry and my palms began to sweat. “You look…amazing,” I stuttered out. He smiled and took my hand.
“Let’s go show you off and make this
announcement and then maybe I’ll take you to the bathroom and sample what that dress is hugging.” I followed him in silence wondering if he really meant to fuck me in public. I was surprised at how much the idea of it suddenly turned me on. We circulated the room and he introduced me to several people. I saw Andrei a few times circulating as well. Each time I looked at him he would stop what he was doing and look back. He had a fire in his eyes like his brother and I couldn’t help wondering what they might have in store for me tonight. I was having a hard time concentrating on anything with my mind so full of my sexy, dirty thoughts.
Just as dinner was being brought out and served Igor took the stage and the microphone. He sounded so sexy over the loudspeaker with his deep voice and Russian accent. “Ladies and gentlemen I’d like to thank you all for coming to our gala this evening. As you all know it’s to benefit several worthy causes. One of them near and dear to my heart is the Russian children’s fund that helps to fund orphanages in Moscow. As most of you know my brother Andrei was adopted into our family over a decade ago. Before my father opened his home and his heart to him, Andrei lived a life that most of us cannot even fathom. It’s only by the grace of God that he lived through most of it to them become a part of our family…one that I am very grateful for.” The crowd applauded and he went on. “The silent auction items will be open for bidding all night. Please specify the charity you want your money to go to if giving a cash donation and don’t forget to peruse the art area as we have a lot of local artist’s work on display.” They applauded again and he went on to say, “I just have one more announcement and I’ll let you all get to this fabulous dinner I see being served. As of last night, I am officially no longer a confirmed bachelor. I’ve met the woman I want to spend my life with and tonight I’d like you all to meet her. Jessica…” I stepped up onto the stage, dizzy with all that was happening so quickly. He took my hand and said, “This is Jessica Johns and I’m pleased to announce that she has accepted my proposal. Jessica will be Mrs. Igor Usmanov very soon and I’ve never been happier.” The ballroom erupted with cheers and applause and after we came down off the stage we were bombarded with well-wishers and questions about where we met and how long we’ve know each other. Thank God for Igor. I had no idea what to say to any of it but he smoothly answered their questions with a simple statement,
“Jessica and I would very much like to keep our private life private. That includes our meeting and the length of our acquaintance. Thank you.” He led me to our table at last and I was seated between him and Andrei. The couple across from us were friendly and talkative and every so often Igor would bring me into the conversation. The couple was from Yugoslavia and hadn’t been in the U.S. long. Igor asked me questions about growing up American and I answered them as best I could. Meanwhile, I had to fight to appear as if I wasn’t affected by the fact that I was surrounded by hard muscle and smooth flesh that I’d tasted just that morning and couldn’t wait to taste again.
I managed to make it through the night and Igor managed not to take me into the bathroom and ravage me for fear we may get caught by one of the society elite in attendance. As soon as we got into the limousine, however, even before Andrei had slipped in behind us, Igor’s hands were all over me and he pulled me into his lap for a kiss. I could feel his desire pressing into me and as I let my hands explore underneath his jacket I could also feel his holster and gun.
“Igor, why do you have a gun?” I glanced across at Andrei then. He’d slipped off his jacket and he also had a holster on with a gun tucked into it. “Why do you both have guns?” I got a foreboding feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“We deal in a lot of money and that kind of business sometimes attracts the wrong kind of people. The guns are simply for self-protection if they’re needed.”
“Oh…why not a bodyguard?”
Igor pressed a button and the back window slid down. “You see that gray sedan?” I nodded. “And over there, the blue hummer?” I nodded again. “Bodyguards,” he said. “You’ll have to teach Jessica that living as a billionaire is a far cry from living as an ordinary man…or woman.” I nodded and glanced at Andrei. He hadn’t said a word but at that moment I felt like I could read his mind. He wasn’t interested in the bodyguard conversation but he had plenty of interest in my body in this dress. Igor pulled me back down for another kiss and let his hand slide up my leg and under my dress. I opened my eyes and looked at Andrei as his brother found my wet pussy. He smiled.
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That night was another festival of incredibly hot sex with my two new favorite partners. I woke up the next morning happy and satisfied…and alone. I’d fallen asleep between the two big men on the giant bed in my fiancé’s bedroom. I sat up and looked around now. Sunlight was streaming in through the blinds and there was no sight of either man.
I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I was a sticky mess so I took a quick shower and slipped into one of Igor’s t-shirts. Making my way to my own room, I dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater, brushed my hair and teeth and went out to the kitchen to brew some much-needed coffee. That’s where I found one of the brothers. Andrei was seated at the table eating a bowl of cereal. He smiled at me and said good morning. I said good morning back and started the coffee. It seemed strange to me to be doing something so ordinary in the presence of the man who would soon be my brother-in-law who I was now routinely having sex with. My life had taken a strange turn.
“Where is Igor this morning?” I asked as I took a seat across from Andrei at the table.
“He had to take care of some business. I am guessing he’s going to be tied up for a while.”
“Andrei, can I ask you a question?” My eyes went to the holster that was strapped around his silk shirt waiting for the gun I’d already seen him tuck into it more than once.
“Sure.”
“What is it that you and Igor really do?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He got up and put his bowl in the sink. Turning to face me he said, “You’ve been to the office. You know we operate a successful investment group.”
“Yes, but I’m also sure there is more to it than that. What did your father do? How did your family get so wealthy and so powerful?”
He raised an eyebrow and said, “That would be a question for your fiancé. I was adopted into the family. I feel very lucky to be a part of it considering where I came from. I don’t think it’s my place however to divulge the family secrets especially to my brother’s future wife.”
“Why is it a secret?” I tried. Andrei smiled and came over and leaned down over me.
“Ask Igor,” he said with a grin. Then he covered my mouth with his luscious lips and gave me a long, hard kiss. By the time he pulled back my mind was the pile of mush I was becoming accustomed to. “I’m off to work,” he said. “Have a good day, Jessica.” He opened a drawer and took his gun out of it. Tucking it into his holster he pulled on his jacket and left, just like that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
JESSICA
Igor didn’t come home that night. Andrei and I had dinner together and he told me about growing up in the poor section of Moscow. He had never known his real father and his mother worked as a prostituted.
“I’m sure she had no idea who he was either,” he said, sadly. “Probably one of her John’s.”
My heart hurt for him. “How did you end up in foster care? Did they take you from her?”
“No. No one cared that I was with her as long as we weren’t asking for any hand-outs…not where I came from. She put me out begging for money in the streets when I was four. I did that until I was seven. If I came home with too little money she would send me back out and lock the door sometimes for days until I’d earned what she thought was enough.”
“Oh no, Andrei I’m so sorry!”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. It was a long time ago and it toughened me up. When she died I was eight. I thought I’d just go on like I had been, panhandling for my mo
ney and living on my own. The authorities saw it differently. They came and took me to an orphanage where things that I still have nightmares about happened. When I was thirteen years old I met Fabian Usmanov and my life changed.”
“Igor’s father?”
He nodded. “He was in Moscow on business. They were already living in the states then. The Usmanov’s have always been generous and he was at the orphanage that day to make a donation. They usually cleaned up when they knew he was coming. That day he came unannounced and walked in right in the middle of me getting beaten for not eating the moldy bread they’d served me that morning for breakfast. He shut that place down in a matter of weeks and found new homes for all of those kids. For some reason, he took a liking to me and brought me with him to the states. Igor’s mother was already dead by then. She died from cancer when he was only four. But he accepted me just as much as his father did and they treated me as if I was born into the family. I’m very lucky.”
I nodded, “Yes, but I’m sure you’ve touched their lives in ways that make them feel lucky too.”
He smiled. “I hope so. I love my brother.”
“I’d bet big money that he loves you too,” I told him. I know their sexual tastes were a bit “odd” but who was I to talk? I was right there with them. When it came down to it though I saw how they looked at each other with respect in their eyes and I knew Igor cared very much for his brother.
After dinner, Andrei left too. He told me he had “business” to attend to. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of business kept these two out at all hours of the night. I tried to ask each of them about it at separate times, but no one was talking. I wondered about things illegal but the family seemed so respected and everyone at that gala the other night had gone on about all of the things they had done to give back to the community. What Andrei had just told me about Igor’s father didn’t fit with the life of a criminal either. Of course, I didn’t really know any criminals to compare them to. What I did know was that they were very secretive and I found that odd and at times frustrating.