by Gold, Bella
She nodded and looked back at me. “It’s just kind of surreal. I went for what I thought was a job interview a few days ago and now I’m engaged to the CEO of the company and fucking the two hottest men alive.”
I pulled her on top of me and kissed her long and hard. “Just remember which one of those two men is your fiancé,” I told her. Andrei had rolled toward her and pressed his body into her back and ass. I knew he had a hard on by the way he was rocking against her. I had a hard rod of my own.
“I won’t forget,” she said.
“Let’s take a shower.” She nodded and once I rolled out of bed Andrei pulled her into him tighter and squeezed one of her breasts with his hand as he kissed her neck. “Come on brother, you can continue that in the shower. He grinned up at me and with a dazed look still on her face Jessica rolled out of bed and got to her feet on shaky legs. She followed me into the master bathroom and by the time I had the water temperature adjusted in the giant walk-in shower Andrei had joined us.
CHAPTER FIVE
JESSICA
Everything was happening so fast that I felt like I needed a second to step back and take a breath…but when a woman was surrounded by pounds of hot male flesh and the two most incredible cocks she’d ever seen, what was she supposed to do? In my case, I decided to just go with it. Besides getting fucked by these two Adonis’s I was about to marry a man that would make me rich beyond my wildest dreams. I was about to have everything I ever wanted and what I had to do for it could hardly be classified as work.
Igor moved me aside and stepped into the shower first. I felt Andrei move up behind me and press his hard dick into my back. Igor was under the hot spray and the steam swirled around his hot body as the water cascaded across his muscles. He reached a hand out to me and I took it and he pulled me under the warm water with him. He held me close and kissed me. It was a hard, deep, possessive kiss and I noticed when he came up for air he looked at his brother as if to tell him he needed to remember who was the boss. When he looked back at me he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down gently until I was on my knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrei step into the shower behind me. I reached up and took Igor’s big hard cock in my hand and stroked it against my tongue. He groaned and heard Andrei groan as well. I love the sounds a man makes when he’s enjoying himself and satisfied in bed. It was even sexier to hear it coming from two of them at once.
I reached or Andrei with my free hand and he moved closer. I held their cocks so that they were close enough together so I could go back and forth. I kissed and licked one and then the other. I kept moving my lips and tongue back and forth between the two enjoying the way they felt the same, but different. I slid my hands simultaneously between their legs and gently massaged their balls as I sucked them. They each had a hand in my hair…it was fucking hot. I kept up what I was doing until Igor pulled me back up to my feet. He and Andrei seemed to be able to communicate with their eyes. He looked at his brother and Andrei moved so that his back was pressed into the white tile wall. Igor moved me back so that my backside was pressed into his brother and while Igor watched Andrei brought his hands up and cupped both of my breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumb as he manipulated the mounds of flesh. I was getting hotter and my pussy was drenched again. I flexed my hips back into his hard cock. He groaned and let go of my tits to move his hands down between us. He used one to press into the small of my back so I leaned forward and the other to guide his cock into my aching pussy.
I moaned as he sunk into me and closed my eyes. I liked that Igor was watching the expressions on my face as his brother fucked me from behind. I was surprised when I felt him suddenly between my legs. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling in front of me and the explosions happened in my head when he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth. He held it between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. The sensation of that and Andrei plunging in and out of me from behind sent me hurtling toward another massive orgasm. I was panting and I think Igor could tell that I was close. I felt him bite down on my clit and I screamed as I came harder than I ever have before. I almost passed out.
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.