Training Their Virgin Assistant: A BBW Billionaire Menage Romance Page 13

  For the first time in my life, I feel beautiful.

  But never as beautiful as I feel when my lovers are touching me. I’m wearing a thin, silky pair of panties – a gift from Mason – and a flimsy little top that doesn’t cover me all the way. I can feel the cool air conditioning all over my naked belly and the exposed undersides of my breasts.

  God, I’m so horny right now, I think, opening my eyes and watching Mason as he squirts another pump of lotion into his hands and warms it by rubbing them together. We lock eyes as he puts his hands on my belly and gently massages it into my skin. At my feet, Jay is dedicated to massaging my insoles and toes, sliding his lotion-damp fingers between them and rubbing me with skillful hands.

  Normally, it’s the two of them who initiate sex.

  But right now, I feel like a powerful, sensual goddess: someone who wants nothing more than to be worshipped by the two most perfect men in the universe.

  I raise one of my legs in the air and spread my thighs. My pussy is soaking wet and the crotch of my silky panties is clinging to my damp nether lips. It doesn’t take long for the scent of my juices to mingle with the sandalwood, causing Jay to look up and smirk at me.

  “Is my girl trying to tell me that she wants something?” Jay asks.

  I flush and swallow hard. Just the way my men speaks to me always sends chills of lust down my spine. Over the last year, we’ve loved each other so thoroughly that I thought things would fade by now.

  But no – if anything, our feelings for each other are stronger than ever before. Mason and Jay have taken the best care of me.

  Now, I want to show them just how much I appreciate it.

  “Maybe,” I say coyly. I roll onto my stomach, sticking my ass in the air. Jay’s hands are still on my feet, but I shiver with anticipation as he slides them up my legs, rubbing the lotion into my thighs. It feels heavenly, and I moan softly, closing my eyes and burying my face in the pillows.

  “Maybe isn’t a yes,” I hear Mason growl. Turning my face to the side, I open my eyes and smile seductively at him.

  “Yes,” I say quietly.

  Mason moves closer, pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me. The kiss is gentle at first, but when I nip at Mason’s lower lip with my teeth, he growls and pulls me into his arms. My top rides up and my breasts pop out, making me gasp at the feel of Mason’s shirt against my puffy, swollen nipples.

  “You are such a perfect little slut,” Jay whispers into my ear. He’s lying behind me now, still fully dressed, and I can feel that his cock is hard and stiff through his pants. My barely-there panties provide practically no protection from his massive dick, and I squirm and whimper, rubbing my ass against his crotch, telling him that I want more.

  Mason breaks the kiss, scooting down and flicking his tongue over my nipples. I arch my back and twist my neck until my mouth meets Jay’s. Jay slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hungrily, messily, wanting me with every flick of his tongue. As Mason bites and sucks on my nipples, I shudder and moan into Jay’s mouth. My pussy is so wet now that my thighs are slippery and damp and my clit is throbbing with a lustful ache that can only be satisfied with the two biggest cocks in New York City.

  “How do you want us, baby?” Jay growls, licking at my lips in a wolfish way. Mason’s still sucking my tits, but his hand has slipped between my legs, and he’s teasing me, gently stroking the sodden crotch of my panties with his fingers, making it impossible to do anything other than moan.

  “Answer him, sweet girl,” Mason orders. “I’m aching to fuck you, baby doll,” he adds in a low groan that makes me shudder.

  “Mmmn,” I moan loudly, closing my eyes as Mason’s fingers slip inside my panties and stroke my pussy lips. He lifts them to my mouth, making me lick my juices off his fingers, and I writhe and twist, eager for more pleasure.

  Mason and Jay know how I want them, how I always want them. They’re only asking to tease me, to watch my face flame beet-red as I say the naughtiest words. I love being bad with them, it makes me feel powerful and strong in a way that I never imagined.

  But I still can’t say ‘pussy’ without flushing scarlet all over, and they know it.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” Jay groans. He grabs me by the hips and flips me over. “Get on all fours, baby,” he growls at me.

  I have no choice but to obey. Every cell, every part of my body wants him, wants them both. With shaky limbs, I get on all fours. My top is still bunched up around my neck and my boobs are swinging in the cool air. Jay strips out of his clothing, then maneuvers his taut, muscular body underneath mine until his cock is bobbing against my lips. He digs his fingers into my ass, spanking me gently, then spreading my ass cheeks until my panties are riding hard against my clit and pussy. It feels so good that I can’t help wriggling my ass in the air, shimmying back and forth as the delicious friction of the wet fabric sends my arousal skyrocketing to new heights.

  “What a perfect little girl,” Mason growls approvingly. He tears the wet panties from my body and tosses them to the side before running a hand down my flanks. He massages my ass in circular motions, moving closer and closer to my puckered little asshole with every second.

  I want him. I want his massive cock in my ass, splitting me apart while Jay eats my pussy. It’s my favorite way to be taken, and they know it. Jay licks my wet pussy lips, sucking and gently nibbling on them until I start grinding on his face. When I feel his tongue flicking against my clit, I shriek with pleasure. His cock bobs against my lips once again and I lick them, opening my mouth wide and taking him inside of me. Just his head at first, enough to make him groan into my pussy. Then, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and begin to pump up and down as Jay starts thrusting into my mouth.

  That’s when Mason’s fingers slide into my pussy, getting all wet and sticky. He pulls them out, drawing the moisture to my asshole before pressing his thumb against my tender bud and sliding inside.

  “Open up for me, sweet girl,” Mason whispers throatily in my ear. I feel my ass stretch and I moan and writhe with pleasure, bucking my hips against Jay’s lips and chin as Mason violates me in the most delicious way possible. I’m so used to taking a cock up my ass that it takes me no time at all to relax now, and soon I’m arching my back, anticipating the first thrust of Mason’s sweet erection.

  “Good girl,” Mason praises me. Jay’s tongue is sending me to new heights and when Mason’s cock slides inside of me, I know I’m on the brink of a powerful orgasm. He fills my ass perfectly and all I can do is moan on Jay’s cock as Mason starts to fuck me, thrusting in with deep, rhythmic strokes that make me feel deliciously full.

  I can’t think – my whole body is singing with electric pleasure, buzzing and tingling and quivering. Sex is all I know, all I’ve ever known, and I cup Jay’s balls with my free hand, bobbing my mouth faster and faster over his perfect dick. He bucks and shudders beneath me and I know he must be close by the way he keeps thrusting his hips towards my mouth.

  “God, baby, I’m gonna blow a huge load in your ass,” Mason groans. He digs his fingers harder into my hips and I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. The three of us buck and twist and groan together, in perfect harmony, as I feel my orgasm approach like a massive tidal wave.

  It feels so good that I scream on Jay’s cock, giving over to the intense pleasure flowing through my body. Every single muscle tenses and then relaxes, as wave after wave of ecstasy take me over and hold me hostage. Jay’s cock spurts delicious seed into my mouth and I greedily swallow all over it, licking the head of his cock in hopes for more. Mason grunts and howls, slamming into me and tensing when his cock begins to gush cum inside of my ass.

  Sated and exhausted, Mason and I collapse to the side. He snuggles against my back, draping an arm over my pregnant belly as Jay curls up against my tits and kisses my neck.

  “This is perfect, isn’t it?” I ask dreamily.

  “Almost,” Mason says. He kisses the back of my neck, then gets up and
reaches in the nightstand. When he emerges with two boxes, I gasp. Jay takes one of the boxes from Mason and they open them in unison.

  “Jilly, we know that we can’t both marry you,” Mason says.

  “But we want you to know that we belong to you,” Jay cuts in.

  “Forever,” they say in unison.

  Between my still-throbbing pussy and my pounding heart, I can’t believe it.

  “We’ll always love you, and we’ll always take care of you,” Jay says.

  “And our babies,” Mason adds, putting his hand on my stomach and rubbing my belly gently.

  “I can’t believe it,” I say softly. Mason and Jay take the rings – diamond solitaires, one round, one marquise cut – and slide them onto my ring fingers.

  “Are you happy, sweet girl?” Mason asks.

  “I’ve never been this happy in my entire life,” I say, looking from Mason to Jay. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  “Baby girl, we’re the lucky ones,” Jay says. He leans in and kisses me. It’s a soft, gentle kiss and it doesn’t take long before Mason slides his hand under my chin and turns my face to his, nuzzling at my lips and kissing me.

  I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know how me, Jilly Harmon, fell in love with the two most perfect men in the world.

  But it did happen.

  And for the rest of my life, I won’t ever forget that I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

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  Chapter 1

  Alexandra

  I smoothed my hands down my royal blue gown. The neckline sunk deep and joined together in the center with a sparkling white diamond, glittering in the light of the morning sun and the hotel room. I huffed as I admired the twinkling stars that dotted the sapphire material and tousled my curly brown hair.

  “A wedding,” I groaned. “I'm at a wedding.”

  Sure, I love weddings. They make me happy, sometimes to the point of crying. I love seeing the dress of the bride and watching her walk down the aisle with her long train and a medley of flower petals surrounding her. It was the picture-perfect happily ever after that I had always wanted in my life.

  But not today.

  It wasn't my wedding. Hell, the guy that was getting married was my ex-boyfriend who had undoubtedly invited me to rub it into my face that he had found someone better, smarter, prettier, wiser…

  All the things I ever strived to be were being tossed into my face. I mean, I knew better than to think she was any better than me. I wasn't about to hurt myself like that. But what was I supposed to feel? Happy? Surprised?

  Excited?!

  I sighed as I tousled my curly brown locks. They hung down in ringlets over my shoulders and looked silky in the morning light shining through the white curtains separating me from the balcony. When I turned to grab my lipstick—a lovely chocolate brown to match my outfit and my smokey eyes—I heard my phone buzz.

  I picked it up from the hotel bed and stared at the text. It was from Lily.

  “Have you vomited yet?” she asked.

  I laughed and sat down on the bed, typing, “Nah, it hasn't started.”

  “At least you get some ideas for your own wedding.”

  I sank into the mattress. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Sorry, girl. Didn't mean anything.”

  “No, you're right. I got to see the positive here.”

  “I wish I could be there with you. At least we could turn it into a girl's weekend.”

  “Right? It's a shame I couldn't bring anyone. He probably did that on purpose.”

  “Yeah, exes are rude like that. Nico doesn't want to see you happy.”

  “That's the whole reason he invited me.”

  I tapped my rich blue nails against the phone, getting lost in my own train of thoughts.

  He sure did invite me here for that reason, didn't he? He doesn't want me happy. I shook my head. Well, fuck it if I'm going to appear anything but happy. That's what I got to do.

  My phone buzzed in my hand, inviting my eyes to look. Lily had sent me a series of emojis that ranged from sad to drunk to happy. I laughed. “You're a riot.”

  "Well, you're all the way in the Bahamas, and I have no idea how else to cheer you up to."

  “Thanks, girl.”

  “Of course! Send me selfies. I want to see your outfit.”

  “Duh.”

  I stood from the bed and went back to the mirror, admiring my slim shoulders and my hourglass figure. I ran a hand down the front of my gown, feeling the smoothness of the silk and putting on my best smile. Ugh, I thought as I leaned forward, baring my teeth. Lipstick on the teeth is totally unattractive. I scrubbed away the lipstick and touched it up, puckering my lips in the mirror.

  After taking a few pictures, I sent them to Lily and grabbed my clutch, preparing to leave my hotel room wearing my best sparkling stilettos and my shiniest grin. The fake set of jewels around my neck were reminiscent of the shells my mother used to wear. They sparkled in the morning light of the hallway as I turned to shut the door.

  A body collided with me. It knocked my clutch from my hand, and I groaned, immediately dropping to retrieve it. "Watch where you're walking, jerk."

  A tan hand appeared over my clutch just as I was reaching for it. My fingers brushed his hand, the smooth texture of his skin completely catching me off guard.

  I froze.

  “My apologies, sweetheart.”

  I raised my eyes and found a set of bright grayish blue eyes that resembled a storm at sea. I was completely captivated. The way they twinkled at me made me want to melt, almost inviting me to lean in close. His skin was a beautiful olive tone, and his hair was a rich black, smoothed back away from his symmetrical features. He had a wide forehead, thick brows, and the most debonair smile I had ever seen. His teeth were a radiant white that invited me in. It was a friendly smile that spoke of experience and interest, and it caused me to gulp.

  He was wearing a slim-fitting black suit with a blue rose hanging in the breast pocket. Shit, this was one of Nico's goons.

  I gathered my clutch and stood up quickly. "Don't worry about it."

  I flipped my hair back away from my shoulder and offered a customer service smile, waiting for him to say something else. But he didn't. He just stood there.

  I raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Do you need something?”

  "Oh, no! I was just waiting for my friend."

  “Are you one of the groomsmen?”

  “Yeah, we got separated from the pack because of a mix-up.”

  I hummed, giving my best I-don't-care-that-much stare while his eyes engulfed me. Usually, it made me tick when a guy checked me out. It was so annoying to be under the scrutinizing gaze of a male, but his gaze was different. It was curious yet in all the right ways. His grayish blue eyes took in the whole of me, seeming to absorb my entire image instead of the usual breasts and legs.

  And I kind of liked it…

  The door to my right opened. “Ready, old friend?”

  Oh, great—another guy, I thought while rolling my eyes in the direction of the stranger entering the hall. I gaped. Well, he was something else. He was taller than the guy in front of me, his hair was jet black, short, and had a nice fade going up the sides. He had five o'clock shadow, but it made him look more professionally rugged than lazy, and his eyes were dark like two black pools attempting to swallow me whole.

  He looked at me in the same way as the other guy.

  “Sorry about the mix-up,” I said in a small voice. I cleared my throat, raising my voice an octave. “Yeah, my ex is really bad about planning.”

  “You're Nico's ex?” inquired Tall, Dark, and Handsome from my right.

  I shrugged. “Unfortunately.”

  “Well, this must be awkward,” said Mr. Blue Eye
s.

  “It's whatever.” I waved a hand nonchalantly, attempting to chase off the feelings of inadequacy that were surfacing. “I suppose you're a groomsman, too.”

  “It's whatever,” joked Tall, Dark, and Handsome. “My name is Adonis. This is Markos.”

  Nice Greek boys—maybe Mom will get off my damn back now. I held out my hand. “I'm Alexandra. Not a bridesmaid. Just here to watch the shit show.”

  Adonis chuckled, his smile going crooked and causing the lines around his eyes to deepen. I couldn't help staring at his face. He was the same tone as Markos, maybe a teensy bit darker, with black stubble that made me want to touch his face.

  Okay, chill out. It's just a damn wedding. His hand brushed against mine and took it, holding me in place. I mean, not by strength. It was something else—something deeper. I felt the weight of him on me even though he hadn't moved an inch. I could already feel his broad chest against me and his arms around my waist.

  I think my mouth slacked. I quickly fixed my facial features and beamed. “Nice to meet you.”

  Markos cleared his throat and held out his hand. I took his and shook it firmly, feeling much the same sublime feeling washing over my skin. They were both so enchanting, and they had hardly said anything.

  Get a grip, Alex.

  I think my mind had turned to mush on the damn plane ride down here. I couldn't possibly feel anything like this with a complete stranger—especially not with two complete strangers.

  But maybe one of them could make my mother shut up about marriage.

  “Would you like us to escort you down to the seating area?” Markos offered.

  I grinned. Gotta look happy somehow. “Yes, please.”

  As they stood on either side of me, they escorted me down the hall and to the elevator. I took pride in each stride even though nobody could see us yet. I was already feeling like a damn winner. Even if I couldn't date either of these guys, at least I could make my ex jealous as hell. The doors of the elevator swept shut, and I felt my skin tingle.