Training Their Virgin Assistant: A BBW Billionaire Menage Romance Page 3

  Yet here you are, Jilly. Ready and willing . . .

  “I don’t—I mean, I wouldn’t normally—”

  He shakes his head silences me with his mouth.

  When his lips brush mine the first time, it’s all I can do not to cry out with pleasure. The kiss is soft, at first. He teases me, gently touching his mouth to mine until I wriggle and squirm and throw myself against him. The sensation of his rock-hard body against mine is delicious and I almost howl with pleasure as I feel him groan and slide his tongue into my waiting mouth.

  Immediately, his hands on are on my body. He slides his fingers down the front of my dress. My nipples are stiff and hard as little pebbles inside my bra, but I can still feel the heat of his hands, the motions of his fingers as he strokes at me. Breaking the kiss, I arch my back and toss my head back. Instantly, his mouth is on my neck. The molten fire of his tongue caresses me, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body, until I feel like my pussy is about to burst with ecstasy.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” he growls into my neck before gently biting and nipping at the delicate skin. It feels so good that I moan loudly, tangling my hands in his hair and yanking as his tongue licks over my neck, again and again. He moves lower, dropping to his knees and burying his face in my chest. With two powerful hands, he tugs my jersey dress off my shoulders until it’s bunched around my waist. Reaching behind my back, he unclasps my bra with a single expert motion. It falls to the floor and I gasp as the chill air of the room makes my nipples stiffen even more.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans, looking up at me and smirking. My whole face is flaming red and burning with desire and inexperience. He doesn’t break eye contact as he licks one of my stiff nipples, slowly, torturing me as the cold air and his hot tongue come together in a perfect blend of pleasure that sets my world on fire.

  I can’t hold his gaze. I’m too hot, too wild, too turned on. Every touch, every lick, every ounce of attention from him is driving me crazy and I can’t handle it anymore.

  All I can do is surrender to how amazing it feels.

  The man tugs my dress down my body and I want to cover up, hide my curves from him. He looks at me in awe, running his hands over my body. I’m clad only in my panties now, with my dress pooled around my heeled feet, and something about wearing only silky panties and a pair of high heels while he’s still fully dressed makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable, like I’m his private stripper.

  The room is thick and heavy with the scent of my pussy juices. He nuzzles my belly, gently biting me before nudging his face against the front of my panties. I gasp and stumble, steadying myself against the wall as another hot bolt of lust and desire shoots through me. When he takes a deep breath, inhaling my musk, I blush furiously – no one has ever done that to me before, and it’s both arousing and humiliating in a way that makes my clit throb even harder.

  “You smell so fucking good, baby,” the man says in a low growl. He traces a finger over my naked belly, sliding it slowly down my body. His feather-light touch is torture and I groan loudly, thrusting my body towards him.

  He smirks up at me. “Eager, are we?”

  All I can do is shiver and nod.

  The man chuckles, deep in his throat, and runs his finger along the inside of my thigh. I want more, I want him all, and I start swaying my hips, thrusting towards him in the hopes of getting something more than just a tease.

  His finger slides closer to the soaking-wet crotch of my panties, slipping inside and gently caressing my pussy lips. I’m so wet that his touch glides along me, and I moan softly as his finger parts my lips and strokes my clit with a single touch that makes me weak in the knees.

  “These have to go,” he growls, tearing my panties down my legs. I step out of them awkwardly, still wearing my heels, and a hard knot of desire forms in my belly as he inches closer. I can feel his hot breath on my wet skin and I buck my hips as his tongue darts out of his mouth and licks the inside of my thigh.

  Fireworks explode inside my body and I moan, burying my hands deep in his hair and thrusting my hips forward, wanting more, more, more! Pleasure races through my veins, cascading through my body until all I can think about is how good his tongue against my skin feels.

  He licks closer, licking my pussy lips, licking the seam where my thigh meets my body, and finally, finally spreading my lips with one hand and fastening his mouth around my clit. When his tongue starts flicking over the engorged nub, I shiver and nearly fall to the ground. The muscles in my thighs are burning with the effort of standing with spread legs while this gorgeous man licks my pussy, and I start gyrating my body, writhing and twisting and grinding my crotch against his face as ecstasy flows through my limbs like bolts of lightning. My pussy is on fire as he licks and sucks, lapping me with his tongue and sucking me with his mouth until I am moaning and shaking and about to reach my very first orgasm.

  And just like that, he stops.

  I gasp, loudly, and he pulls away and looks up at me. He’s grinning, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before getting to his feet and pulling me into a deep kiss. His lips and chin are soaking wet with my juices and I eagerly lap them up, licking him clean and kissing him deeply. His tongue slides into my mouth and I moan as he slowly massages it against mine. I’m so turned on that I feel like an over-tuned violin, like the strings of hot lust and pleasure are about to snap inside of me.

  All I can do is grope feebly for him. I reach for his pants and my shaking hands fumble with his belt, but he swats me away.

  “No,” he says, growling and meeting my eyes. Without breaking my gaze, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off, tantalizingly slow, aware that he’s teasing and torturing me with every second. I swallow hard as he unfastened his pants. They drop to the floor and I see that underneath, he’s naked. His cock is huge – hard and veiny, sticking straight into the air.

  The man takes my hand and guides it to his erection. He wraps my hand around it and begins moving my fist up and down. He’s so big that my fingers can’t wrap around the entire circumference, and my motions are clumsy – his is the first cock I’ve ever held.

  Still, it brings him pleasure. He groans and arches his hips and bucks towards me, panting as I stroke his hard cock. It makes me grin – for the first time, I feel powerful, like I’m holding all of him in my hands.

  The man steps forward and brushes my hand away. He leans down to kiss me and brushes a sweaty lock of brown hair away from my face.

  “Bend over,” he growls, inches away from my face. His breath smells like me and I flush hotly before turning over and bending over. I grip the railing and brace myself as he puts both hands on my hips.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  I’m glad that he can’t see my face – his command makes me flush hotter than ever before. The muscles in my legs burn as I take a shaky step to the side, spreading my legs until my back is arched and my ass is sticking out in the air. It’s a position that before, I always thought was demeaning, but somehow, I feel sexier than I ever have in my life. I moan a little as my tits swing in the air, shaking my ass at him until I feel both of his hands grip my thighs and slide up to my hips.

  “You’re so sexy,” he growls. He steps closer and I feel the head of his cock brushing against the soaking entrance to my pussy, teasing me, taunting me, making me want him. It’s all I can do not to thrust backwards and impale myself on his delicious manhood.

  “God, please,” I moan. “Please, please fuck me!”

  “Good girl.”

  And then, just like that, he plunges inside. For a moment, there’s a sharp pain that makes me gasp. But then, it melts into a soft pleasure. Every stroke, every thrust feels better than the last and soon, the burning core of pleasure in my lower belly is spreading through my whole body.

  He’s gripping my hips hard, digging his fingers into my soft skin as he thrusts, and I feel our bodies slapping together with a rhythmic ecstasy that I never could have possi
bly imagined. The man reaches around me with one hand and finds my clit, brushing it with his thumb with every thrust he makes. We move and buck and gasp together, rocking back and forth in a perfect, lustful motion. Heavenly sensations swirl through my body and I shiver and shake as he fucks me harder. Beads of sweat drip down from his body to mine and I shudder, moaning loudly and tossing my hair as electric, sensual thrills light my body on fire.

  “Can you come for me, baby?” The man growls in my ear, nipping at my sensitive lobe with his teeth. He rubs my clit harder than before and I squeal loudly, grinding against his hand and his cock. It begins to feel like something is gripping me between the legs and I hold my breath as the sensations grow stronger. When my orgasm hits and the first wave of pleasure crashes over my head, I surrender myself to him completely. I groan and shriek and contort my face, breathing hard and crying out loudly. It feels so intense, so good that for a moment, I think my heart actually stops, and I yelp as he tangles a hand in my hair and rams into me harder than before.

  The man lets out a loud, powerful groan. He bucks his hips against mine, sheathing his cock in my pussy with every thrust, and I feel him pause for a second before plunging deep, deep inside of me. He pulls my hair painfully hard, yanking my neck back, and bites into my shoulder as his whole body shudders and I feel him come inside of me.

  For a moment, we stay like that – locked together, obscene, like a pagan statue. He shudders, then pulls out and I hear the sound of him pulling up his pants and reaching for a belt.

  I can’t move. My whole body is trembling and soaked with sweat and every single muscle is sore – even muscles I didn’t know that I had. I feel like such a slut, standing there naked in high heels, with his cum dripping down my thigh, but I can’t force myself to move.

  “Here.”

  I swallow hard and turn. He’s holding my dress out to me, like some sort of offering, and I take it from his hand.

  “That was incredible,” I murmur softly. My panties are on the floor and I reach for them, pulling them over my hips and over my sore pussy. When I pull on my dress, I realize that I’m still sweating.

  The man is smirking at me and I realize one thing.

  “You ... you still haven’t told me your name,” I say softly.

  He grins.

  “It’s Mason,” he says. “Mason Rhodes.”

  Chapter 4

  Jay

  I’m running late – I should already be at SMX, presiding over a meeting for the rest of the C-level execs, but a hot dream about a sweet blonde with cherry-red lips that wrapped perfectly around my cock was enough to keep me in bed for way longer than it should have.

  I get it – I’m not always as driven as I should be. And I guess that’s what people love to say about me, right? Jay Harper, what a fucking slacker. Son of one of the founders ... of course, he doesn’t think he has to lift a goddamned finger.

  That’s not true. It’s just that Mason, my partner, has always been the type-A man when it comes to running SMX. We’re best friends – we always have been. But he’s so fucking serious that when he’s working, I don’t even feel like I have the right to interrupt him, much less try taking the reins myself.

  He keeps telling me that I need to take charge in the board room.

  Personally, I prefer taking charge in the bedroom. There’s nothing more satisfying than winning at work and going out for a hot piece of ass, making some girl beg and moan and scream my name.

  Women like me.

  Okay, maybe a little more than just like me.

  But that doesn’t matter – I’m not a relationship guy. I just need a good fuck every now and then to work out the cobwebs ... and make me remember that I’m a red-blooded, all-American male.

  By the time I finally haul my ass out of bed and into the shower, it’s almost noon. And on a Monday, too. Mason’s gonna be so pissed, I think as a smirk spreads across my face. He’s such a tight-ass. Can’t let himself have any fun, so the rest of us have to suffer along with him. It occurs to me that maybe, at thirty-five, I should be acting ... well, a little more adult. But running SMX with Mason does nothing but make me feel young. Even though we’re the same age, it’s like he’s my older brother, chastising and cleaning up my messes.

  And goddamn, have I gotten into some good messes before.

  My driver, Rafe, takes me to the office and drops me off at the front of the building. Just as I’m about to climb out of the back of my car, I see something that makes me freeze in my tracks.

  It’s Mason, and he’s actually with a girl.

  What a girl, I think, licking my lips. The dream-blonde from the night before vanishes from my memory as my eyes lick over every inch of this girl’s spectacularly curvy figure. She’s on the shorter side, with messy brown hair and a purple dress that’s clinging to her curves like it was sewn on. Her hips are wide and god, that ass ... her ass is perfection. It’s big and round and I just want to run my hands over it and worship it and smack it, make her cry out with arousal and pain as I spank her.

  Fucking hell – what’s Mason doing with a girl like this?

  “Sir, you want me to take you somewhere else?” Rafe asks.

  I hold my hand in the air to shut him up, barely paying attention. My attention is completely focused on Mason and this girl – what the hell are they doing? His arm is touching her, protectively, on the small of her back and I watch in awe as he hails a cab. Mason leans down and says something that makes the girl’s cheeks turn bright red, and I feel a stab of something I’ve never felt before.

  Jealousy.

  After he puts her in the cab, he strides back to the building. I bolt out of my car and jog until I’m caught up with him. When I reach him, his usually-meticulous dark hair is a little ruffled and his shirt is wrinkled.

  Most of all, he smells like pussy: sweet, delicious, virgin pussy.

  “What the fuck?” Mason growls. “Don’t you know better than to just sneak up on me?”

  I cross my arms over my chest and smirk at him. “Who was that?”

  “Who?” Mason narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  I stare at him. “You’re kidding me,” I said. “I just saw you with a seriously hot piece of ass, and now you’re gonna lie about it?”

  Mason looks away – it’s the closest he’s ever come to blushing, and I can tell he’s seriously disarmed.

  “How good was she?” I ask.

  “What?” Mason turns back to me and frowns. “Don’t be a dick, Jay,” he mutters. “I just met her. She came in for an interview.”

  I burst out laughing. “I’ve never seen you show that much interest in anyone,” I tell him. “You got her a cab?! I can’t remember you doing that, not even for my fucking father when he came in for the last time!”

  Mason gives me a stony look.

  “You like her,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “You’re so hot for her!”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Mason growls.

  I roll my eyes at him. We’re silent as we walk inside, and Mason leads me to his office, shutting the door behind him and sitting behind his desk.

  “You want the truth?”

  “No shit,” I say.

  “She was the best fuck I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life,” Mason says. “I don’t even know what happened. I just ... saw her, and it happened.”

  “Jesus,” I said enviously. “That’s like something out of a porno.” I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “I want a piece of that, too.”

  Mason eyes me, but he doesn’t say anything. For once, I’m not able to read his thoughts. We’ve been best friends for almost thirty years – even when Mason was married, he and I were closer than he was to his cheating bitch of a wife. We’ve always competed for everything, always tried to win, but never let it divide us.

  And this curvy little sweet piece of ass, Jesus.

  No wonder he went for her.

  I want her, bad ... and I kno
w that I’d want to fuck her just as bad even if I hadn’t seen her with Mason.

  Why do I suddenly have the feeling that this girl, whatever her name is, might be the one to pull us apart?

  Chapter 5

  Jilly

  When I get home, Penny’s in the living room with her feet on the couch and Gilmore Girls playing on the TV. She looks at me but doesn’t get up.

  “How’d it go?” Penny calls over her shoulder.

  “Oh, fine,” I lie. “I think I’m gonna go take a shower, it’s really hot outside, and—”

  “Uh-uh,” Penny says slyly. She swings her legs over the side of the couch and gets to her feet, eyeing me from head to toe. “Something happened. I can tell.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “Don’t be weird,” I say. “It was just an interview. I, uh, don’t think it went very well, though. The guy who was interviewing me was kind of a jerk, but I was ... well, I was distracted.”

  “I wonder whatever could have distracted you,” Penny says. She raises an eyebrow at me, but I don’t take the bait.

  “Nothing,” I lie again. A pang of guilt flashes through me – I never lie to Penny! She’s my best friend, and even if she does always say salacious things, we’re closer than anything.

  “Jilly,” Penny says bluntly. “You smell like sex.”

  I blush hotly, to the roots of my hair, and look down at my feet. My toes are aching and swollen from having been standing in heels for what felt like hours, and I take a deep breath before facing my best friend.

  “I may have met someone,” I say.

  “Jilly! You were there for a job! Not for a man!”

  I blink at her. “You were the one telling me about how hot the CEOs are,” I say slowly.

  “I thought it would make you laugh! You know, like blow off some steam before your big interview!” Penny looks truly horrified, but then she starts to laugh and after a second, I can’t help but join in.