Page 9 of Claiming Their Assistant

Trinity

Ibarelynodbeforehe’s on me, whipping my shirt off my head and throwing it behind me. He pauses to take in my lace-covered breasts before deftly unhooking my bra and discarding it as well. His hands span my waist, gliding up my sides until his thumbs graze the bottom of my breasts. The barely-there touch isn’t near enough, and I arch into his hands, silently demanding more.

“Ahh-uh.” He removes his hands as he admonishes me. “Use your words like a big girl. You want something; you ask for it.”

“I’ll show you a big girl, motherfucker,” I growl.

He smirks at me. The bastard. “I reward big girls that tell me what they want.”

“I wantmore,damn it. Put your fucking hands back on me!”

“Like this, kitten?” He cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing and making me groan.

“Yesss.”

He chuckles as he leans down and trails his lips up my neck, nipping my earlobe. I tilt my head, giving him better access, freezing when I feel another set of hands on my hips. I look over my shoulder and see Ashton standing behind me, heat in his stormy eyes. How the hell did I forget he was here?

His long fingers skim my stomach, pausing as he reaches the edge of my skirt, never taking his eyes away from mine. “I can leave if you don’t want me here. Just say the word.”

“Stay.” It’s one simple word, but it means so much. It means I’m embracing their crazy idea. That I’m willing to give it a try, with that one word, I tell themyes. I’ll give them a chance.

I don’t have to tell them twice. Andrew goes back to tormenting me as Ashton slips my skirt off. I’m left in just my panties, standing between two fully clothed men, their suit jackets scraping against my bare skin, adding a layer to the depravity. We’re at work, for Christ’s sake! Someone could walk in at any moment and find me in a very compromising position… but I couldn’t possibly care less. I couldn’t stop this from happening right now if I tried. Which I have no plans to do.

Ashton kisses down my spine until he gets to my panties. He takes them in his teeth and pulls, his hands stroking up my thighs to help them down my legs. I wiggle as Andrew takes one of my nipples in his warm mouth, sucking hard and sending a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. I moan loudly, and he pulls away to smirk at me.

“Quiet, kitten. Unless you want Michelle to know what we’re doing in here?”

I’m about to say something, but my brain completely short-circuits when a tongue swipes at my folds. I jerk my hips back at the unexpected touch, but my ass bumps into Ashton’s face. In response, he grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them, spearing his tongue into my wet pussy.

“Oh, God! Aaaash!” I moan helplessly.

“Hmm, guess she doesn’t care who knows,” Andrew says. I would smack the smug bastard, but he goes back to work sucking one nipple and pinching the other.

I’m about to come completely undone when Ash slides a finger in. Andrew abandons my now sensitive nipples to swallow my moans. Moans, it seems Ash is intent on drawing from my body one after another as he adds another finger, curling them and rubbing my g-spot. My pussy grips his fingers like its only job in life is to squeeze them off his hand. Would be a shame for him to lose his fingers and not be able to repeat this… oh fuck… I can’t even think in complete sentences. Fuck, it feels so good.

Andrew pulls away and looks at me with wild eyes. “That’s it, kitten. Come all over his face. I want to watch you drown him with your cum.”

Jesus. That’s so fucking dirty. But so fucking hot. Ash twists and flicks his tongue over my clit while stroking my pussy. I’m so fucking wet I can hear his fingers squelching inside me. He lashes my clit with his tongue, and I shatter. I come so hard, my knees give out, and I would fall on top of him if Andrew wasn’t there to catch me.

He scoops me up and carries me to his couch, sitting down with me cradled in his lap. A minute later, Ashton shows up with a blanket and a bottle of water. I gratefully take the water, and he covers my naked body before taking a seat next to us.

“Holy, Jesus. What the fuck wasthat?”

“That was just a taste, kitten. Wait until we get you home. That’s when the real fun will start,” Andrew tells me before kissing the side of my head.

Capping my water bottle after chugging half of it, I pass it to Ash. “And when is that going to happen?”

“Right fucking now, if you agree. We don’t have any other meetings today. I’m ready to go when you are.”

“Mmm, maybe in a little bit. I’m too comfortable to get up now,” I mumble as I snuggle into him.

I must fall asleep because when I open my eyes, Ashton is gone. I’m still on Andrew’s lap though, so at least they didn’t both leave me.

“Have a good nap, kitten?” he asks softly as he brushes hair from my face.

“Mmmm.” I wiggle, stretching, and he groans.

“If you keep rubbing your ass on my aching cock, we won’t make it back to the house. I’ll bend you over my desk and take you right now,” he growls.

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