Playful Temptation

by Scarlett Avery

  Oh. His words leave me speechless.

  “Look at that,” Ethan teases. “It turns out you might be the Zen master after all. I couldn’t agree with you more, mate.”

  CHAPTER 17

  Ethan

  The conversation is flowing as easily as the wine. Xander and I finish a second bottle while Delilah sips her way through the Sauvignon blanc. I wouldn’t say she’s drunk—I’d cut her off well before she gets to that point—but she’s definitely lighthearted. Dessert was a smash hit. Our Texan Belle had two servings of the Hedgerow pie with custard, while Xander and I polished off three generous portions. After dessert, I decide to prepare a few Irish coffees. Xander and Delilah follow me to my kitchen because we don’t want to put an end to the conversation. Now all three of us are comfortably seated in my living room. To my surprise, Delilah embraced the hot coffee and whiskey drink. I didn’t expect her to be able to handle it considering I used a whiskey that has been aged for thirteen years, but she did and now she’s on her second cup.

  Xander and I sit side by side on the large dark grey sofa. We were hoping Delilah might sit between us, but things didn’t quite turn out as expected. After gasping, she nearly sprinted to one of the big plush chairs that’s placed across from us. From her reaction, I gather that she didn’t notice them yesterday. She kicked off her sexy skyscraper heels a long time ago. Now her legs are resting against the ottoman and the way she rubs them together is driving me out of my mind. Each time she does that, her skirt inches up a bit, revealing the soft pale skin of her luscious thighs. Throughout the night, she’s been playing with her long fiery hair and now it’s falling teasingly and framing her face. She lost the ponytail she was sporting a long time ago. Thank God. I just want to devour her. Since I’m the one who’s been harping about taking things slow, I can’t exactly jump on her even if the bulge between my legs is making it more uncomfortable for me to sit. Instead, I focus on savouring my coffee. When I look at Xander I nearly burst out laughing. The way his eyebrows are raised are a dead giveaway. I’ve seen that look before. His cock is begging.

  “Do you like the coffee, love?” I shift my attention to Delilah.

  “It’s delicious, Ethan. It’s my first time tasting this.” She lifts her cup, almost like a salute. “I didn’t expect to like it so much that I’d go for seconds. I don’t usually drink the harder stuff.” She giggles.

  “This is different. It’s laced with sugar and the whipped cream softens the effect of the alcohol,” Xander offers as an explanation.

  “I’ll have to prepare café cocoa for you sometime,” I say.

  “What’s that?” she asks, frowning.

  “It’s a variant of the mochaccino. Mum learned how to make it for her own mother, who used to be the housekeeper to the former ambassador of Ivory Coast in Ghana. Instead of chocolate syrup, the drink is made with ninety percent pure cocoa for that full-bodied dark chocolate flavor. It’s robust, delicious and very African. Mum usually prepares it for special occasions like Christmas morning. Since it doesn’t involve much, I can actually make it without burning down my kitchen.”

  Both Xander and Delilah laugh at my joke.

  “I’m looking forward to discovering more of your heritage.” I love to hear her say that. “In fact, since you mentioned the possibility of a trip to Africa, I’ll admit that I’m secretly looking forward to it. It’s going to be a culture shock, I’m sure—but what an adventure.” She has no idea. Africa is the ultimate getaway.

  Spending time with Delilah and Xander in Ghana unbothered by our daily pressures will be absolutely fantastic. I have an extraordinarily large backyard that looks more like a sultan’s courtyard than anything else. Sure, I might have gone a little crazy, but I’ve managed to create a real gem of an oasis where I can relax and leave everything behind. It goes without saying that the fifteen-foot-high cement walls keep intruders at bay. Claiming Delilah out in the open is going to be an unforgettable experience. I’m sure the minute I plant the seed in Xander’s head, he’ll be on the phone calling his travel agent to book our flights.

  “It’s as good as planned, love.” I smile. “We’ll all go before your time here is up.” The idea of her leaving at the end of the summer is like a sucker punch to my guts. I push the thought aside and focus on the here and now.

  “Something tells me you’ll be just like me and you won’t want to leave.” Xander winks at her.

  “I’m sure I won’t. If there’s beaming sun, hot weather, the ocean as far as the eye can see and miles of sandy beaches, it would definitely make me think twice before getting back on a plane and leaving Paradise behind. The idea of eating fruits that taste like fruits instead of the tasteless shit we get in New York and here in London would definitely seal the deal. I so miss that about growing up on a land where we have fruit trees. As kids, we could climb a tree when we wanted plums, apples, pears or peaches. We even had a pecan tree. Momma’s big garden is where we grew most of our vegetables.” Delilah’s answer fills me with pride. I know that my parents’ homeland can deliver that and so much more.

  “We have a few cashew trees on the property,” I announce.

  “You do?” Her eyes sparkle.

  “You’re welcome to stay as long as you wish,” I tempt her.

  “Careful there, mister. I might just take you up on your offer and then you won’t be able to get rid of me.” And that’s a problem how? All three of us sit there in silence for a few more minutes sipping on our coffees until Delilah speaks again. “I have a question…” From the way she squints her eyes at us and scrunches her nose up, I doubt this question has anything to do with Ghana.

  “Shoot,” Xander says.

  “You can ask us anything,” I say.

  We both answer at the same time, which makes it sound like a tangled conversation.

  “Okay, here it goes.” She smiles wide. “I want to preface by saying that under any other circumstance, I’d never have the courage to ask this question point-blank. I’m going to blame the wine and the whiskey for my brazenness.” Well, that sounds promising. She circles the rim of her glass cup with her index finger before meeting my gaze. She glances down again for a beat then looks up to Xander.

  “Sure. That’s it, hide the dirty girl inside of you behind booze,” Xander teases. We chuckle.

  “You definitely have my attention now,” I respond.

  Delilah drops her cup and saucer on the live-edge wooden side table imported from Canada to her left. Xander and I follow her cue. We lean forward and drop our unfinished coffees on the glass table in front of us. It’s so in sync, you’d think we rehearsed it beforehand. I’m not sure yet where this conversation is headed, but it’s best to be prepared.

  “My cousin had a question about the two of you…” She pulls her lower lip into her mouth. My cock goes hard. I might not have any sisters, but I know from former women I’ve dated, girls talk. In many cases they’re even raunchier and more daring than we are. Fuck, the idea of her talking about what we’ve done to her with her best friend turns me on more than it should. “Since I wasn’t sure, I had to guess my answer, but truth be told I’m dying to know now.”

  “You were talking about us to Maggie?” I ask as if she hasn’t already said that. My voice goes down by several octaves.

  She answers with a one-shoulder shrug. Xander and I look at each other.

  “Is it a naughty question?” Xander takes the bull by the horn.

  She gives us that one-shoulder shrug again. By now I’ve come to understand that it’s the way her body warns us that she’s incredibly uncomfortable. “I know I’m at a disadvantage because I haven’t been with that many men, so my experience is fairly limited, but…” She pauses and shifts her eyes from mine to Xander’s.

  “But what?” I pressure her.

  “I’m all ears, sweetheart.” I can hear the impatience in Xander’s voice.

  “I know I shouldn’t compare, but…” Huh? “Of course, I didn’t have a ruler or measuring
tape on hand…” Is she speaking American? “I was telling Maggie how big—more like huge—the two of you were.” Ah, I see now. She might have an angelic face, but there’s a little devil living inside her. “I guessed your cocks are ten inches long.” She hitches a breath and bites down on her lower lip. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or desire, but goddammit, does it ever do a number on my cock.

  “Ten?” Xander asks. We exchange a furtive look. When I see his lips quiver, I suspect he’s doing his best not to laugh.

  “Am I right?”

  Instead of answering her question, I throw her one of my own. “What did Maggie have to say about that?” I ask.

  She raises one eyebrow slightly and curls up her lips. “She was very impressed and a little jealous—not that she has anything to complain about when it comes to her own boyfriend, but let’s just say he’s not as big as you guys are.” She giggles. Yeah, I’m definitely rock hard now.

  “Are you happy with our ten-inch cocks?” Xander is preparing her.

  She rubs her legs together before answering. I notice Xander pressing his legs together mesmerized by the way she’s taunting us. He’s dying. “Of course I am.”

  “Are we bigger than your former boyfriends and lovers?” It’s my turn to add a spark of raunchiness to the discussion.

  Her eyes widen. “Definitely.” Of course we are. Her smile grows so wide it nearly takes over her face. “Much, much, much bigger.” Now we’re talking.

  “Would you want more?” Xander’s question makes me laugh. The way he licks his lips is just icing on the cake.

  “There’s no way I could handle more.”

  “Really?” Xander sneers at my cockiness.

  “Really,” she replies, unsure.

  “Not even one or two extra inches more?” I press. She shakes her head. Xander and I look at each other again. I’m certain he can read the same burning lust in my eyes that I can in his. “Ethan, don’t you think Delilah underestimates herself?”

  “I do, mate.”

  She tilts her head back and roars. “The way you say that, Xander, it’s as if you could grow bigger cocks. Like that’s ever going to happen.”

  “We don’t have to, sweetheart.”

  “Huh?” Delilah furrows her brows.

  “As you said earlier, you haven’t been with that many men,” I remind her. “Perhaps that’s why you didn’t realize we’re twelve inches long, not ten.” And just like that I burst her bubble.

  “Both of you?” she asks, astounded. We nod. “Holy shit. That’s a foot long. That’s massive.” She shrieks that last part.

  “It’s not only a foot of manhood pounding inside your sweet pussy, but it’s also a very wide fit since both Ethan and I have a fairly impressive girth. Some say girth trumps length, but with us, you never have to settle.”

  Jesus Christ. I go from being completely turned on to being lit up like a Christmas tree. Even after sharing so many women, Xander has a way of turning the heat in a room way up with his dirty talking. His goal is definitely to arouse our little Texan, but the combination of the filth coming out of his mouth and the desperate way I want her has me on edge.

  “Oh,” she whispers. Her cheeks are beet red and it’s not from the alcohol. Xander’s words hit her as hard as they nearly knock me off of this sofa.

  “I know you can’t take us completely inside your mouth, yet, but we’re still working on it. That said, you’ve demonstrated that you’re particularly gifted at swallowing us whole with your tight little pussy. I can’t wait to see how much of us you take when we claim your virgin ass.” Blimey. Xander has no filter when he’s aroused.

  “Xander, you have a—”

  “Filthy, dirty, perverted mouth?”

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  “I already know that. So do you. And Ethan here loves what my unholy mouth does to you.” He has no intention of sugarcoating it tonight. “Where do you want it first, sweetheart?”

  “Xander…” The way she says my best friend’s name suddenly makes me desperate to hear mine against her lips.

  When she doesn’t respond, Xander applies a little more pressure. “It’s a simple question. You want me to take care of your pussy, your tits or your ass first? Don’t worry, whichever one I don’t focus on, Ethan can gorge on.”

  “My God.” She brushes her cascade of hair away from her face and leans forward. She slides her legs up against the ottoman and hugs them like a protective armor. As if that’s enough to curb Xander’s tendency for verbal wantonness. Xander mirrors her position by dropping his elbows onto his thighs. They’re looking at each other with half-lidded eyes and cocky smiles stretching their lips. This is foreplay at its best. Xander is the predator eyeing his prey. In this case, the victim seems more than willing to succumb.

  In an attempt to call a truce, I hold my hand out. “Come here, love.” I pat the seat next to me. “Sit over here, between Xander and I.”

  She eyes my hand warily before looking straight at me. Her piercing blue eyes seem to see right through me. “I’m not sure about that. There’s a lot to live up to now that I know the truth.” Her gaze drops to my crotch.

  “As we rise to the challenge, so will you.” We all snicker at Xander’s double entendre.

  “You crazy Brit,” she throws at him.

  “You delicious curvy Texan,” Xander volleys.

  “Take my hand, Delilah. I won’t repeat myself,” I warn.

  “Don’t let our size intimidate you,” Xander advises. “We all know you can handle it.”

  “You should know by now that our one and only goal is to bring you an indecent amount of pleasure before we take ours—a twelve-inch cock makes that easier.” That does it. She gets up from her seat and sashays to me on the tips of her toes. She takes my hand and in that moment I can tell that awareness streaks through her. The adrenaline running though me travels to her when our skin touches. The way she stares at me with her big beautiful blue eyes tells me so. My gaze is fixated on her. Although I can’t see myself, I suspect my eyes are almost black from the raging desire storming through my veins. “I felt it too, love.”

  “So it wasn’t only me?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t.”

  “I felt it too, sweetheart,” Xander says, surprising us both.

  “Really?” Delilah asks. Her eyes widen. They look enormous.

  “Yeah, and I wasn’t even touching either of you.” My best friend’s words confirms what I’ve been saying all along.

  “We have an incredible connection together.” I tug her hand gently and Delilah takes a seat between the two of us, perching on the edge of the cushion. “All three of us,” I emphasize. I’m still holding onto her hand and she makes no effort to pull it away from me.

  Xander’s hand glides down to the small of her back. “We’re so lucky we found you.” He draws his fingers up along her spine and she shivers. “I’m not even going to waste my breath telling you how much I want you because you already know that.”

  “God,” she lets out softly.

  “I know this is our second night together, but things flow so easily between us, it feels like we’ve been sharing you for a long time.”

  “Xander is right. Not only do we mesh perfectly, but it’s effortless. All the pieces of the puzzle fit in one snap.”

  “You guys leave me speechless when you say things like that.”

  “I’m sure you know by now that we’re not saying any of those things to butter you up. We really mean it.”

  “In some strange way, I’m glad both of you were at Hush on the same night. I wouldn’t have been able to choose between the two of you.”

  “Why is that, love?” I ask.

  “Had you told me that it was possible to want two men with as much fervor, I would’ve said you’re crazy. But here I am wanting—no, craving—both of you.”

  Xander’s gaze is dead serious. “Is that so? You need both of us?”

  Delilah closes her eyes for
a beat. She exhales a long breath. “You know I do.” Sweet. “Crazy, huh, considering we haven’t known each other that long?”

  “When you’re supposed to be with someone it clicks or it doesn’t,” I say. “It’s an in-the-moment thing. Knowing them for ten years won’t make it happen if it didn’t initially. There’s nothing crazy about the way you feel about us. I’m glad you want this be the three of us.” I look up at Xander and he nods his agreement. “It wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable for us if you weren’t totally into this heart and soul. It’s not only about Xander and I getting our rocks off and satisfying our kink of watching you submit to the other, it’s also about you being turned on by the idea of having two lovers.”

  She chokes out a laugh. “Oh, trust me. I’m turned on all right.”

  “That’s a good thing, because I love it when you’re fully aroused.” Xander smiles. His expression is so wicked, I know he has something up his sleeve. “Have you ever been fucked on a sofa by two men, Delilah?”

  There we have it. It’s not as if I can chastise Xander for putting such an abrupt stop to a tender moment considering how much my cock is throbbing. I thought we were going to my bedroom, but luckily this massive L-shaped sofa can accommodate Xander’s raunchy proposal.

  “I’m sure you already know the answer to that,” Delilah says.

  “Yeah, you’re right. But I want to hear you say it.” Xander’s tone is unwavering.

  “Until the two of you came along in my life, I had never done anything with two men at the same time. What we did at Hush definitely broke down my walls and it took me out of my comfort zone. I know this might sound a little prudish, but until that night at the lounge I had only had sex in the bedroom. So to answer your question, no, I haven’t.”

  “Would you like to be fucked by two men on a sofa?” When Xander is playful like this, he’s brilliant.