Delightful Temptation

by Scarlett Avery

  Ethan

  The chefs at Hush’s restaurant never disappoint. Like always, the meal was exquisite. From Delilah’s moans of satisfaction, I’d say she enjoyed every last bite.

  We started off with a charcuterie platter of cured meats followed by a cheese platter consisting of an assortment of British and Irish cheeses. Bernard took pity on Xander’s plea for food and brought us a massive basket of rustic artisan bread and butter, which he attacked with a vengeance. For the main dish, our sexy little redhead feasted like a queen on a plate of herb-roasted lamb chops. I had to hold back not to lick the bones of that succulent French roasted chicken rubbed with herbes de Provence Xander and I both ordered. It was that remarkable.

  Throughout dinner, we kept the conversation light, casual and flirty. Like pretty much anyone who finds out we used to be pop stars, Delilah was fascinated. She had a thousand questions and we gladly answered each and every one of them. Once we had satisfied her curiosity, we turned the tables on her. She told us all about how different her life is here compared to New York and Austin. It’s thrilling getting to know the woman who’s captured our attention a little better. It was impossible to miss how well all three of us mesh together. This connection can only be heightened when Xander and I share her.

  Since the restaurant closes at midnight and it’s still a little too early to corrupt her, we head back to the lounge. Before leaving, I made arrangements with Bernard to have an assortment of desserts and drinks delivered to the private room in about an hour. That should be plenty of time for us to persuade Delilah to spend the rest of the evening with us.

  We stand at the entrance scanning the room and taking in the crowd. The ambience is so potent, it washes over me, pulling us into its lure. I suspect it’s the same for Xander and Delilah. As if we coordinated it beforehand, we take a step forward at the same time. Delilah’s eyes are focused straight ahead, but my best friend and I share a knowing look—one we’ve exchanged a number of times over our lives when we know great things are coming. If we’re so well in sync now, it’s going to be mind-blowing when we retreat to the private room. The music is thumping loud as bodies gyrate to the sultry vibes of the latest deep house smash hits. Clubgoers seeking libation line both bars, patiently waiting their turn. The staff hustles to satisfy everyone’s needs. Although there are swanky sitting areas scattered around the room with modern leather couches and marble coffee tables, it seems no one is interested. I guess the music is too good to sit it out.

  Delilah looks up and blinks her beautiful blue eyes at me. It wouldn’t take much more for her to wrestle anything she wants out of me. “Wow. Where did all these people come from?”

  I take a step forward and lean closer so she can hear me. My thigh rubs against the roundness of her ass and my cock stiffens. I doubt I’d shock you if I confessed that I’ve been sporting a hard-on since I laid eyes on her a few hours ago. I’m almost in pain right now. The urge to stake my claim on her—with my best friend—is overwhelming at this point. It’s as if I can’t think of anything else. Of course, I don’t let her in on my plans to dominate her. I keep it light. For now. “It gets packed here when the DJ starts playing some of the best club mixes in the city. No one spins it like DJ Deep Matrix.”

  “I believe it. There must be twenty times more people than when we left three hours ago,” she exclaims.

  “I’m sure you’re right, but that’s nothing compared to the crowd next door. They limit the number of people allowed in the VIP section, but next door it’s a madhouse,” I say.

  The DJ mixes in a new song and the room roars. Hands shoot to the ceiling and pump up in rhythm with the music. You’d think the roof is caving in. There’s an unmistakable, electrifying energy that runs thick in a room when there’s that many people taking pleasure together. Xander places a hand on Delilah’s shoulder and she turns to her left.

  “Do you like to dance?” he asks.

  She takes a step forward and pivots to face us both. “I’m not the best dancer, but I can hold my own.” We can’t ask for more.

  “I like the sound of that.” Xander licks his lips, seemingly satisfied with her answer. I chuckle inside. He’s so eager.

  “It’s been such a long time since I’ve been able to shake my thing on the dance floor. I might be a little rusty, but I can pick it up quick.” She swishes her hips from left to right, her black dress flaring out, exposing those legs I’m dying to caress. I’m not sure if she’s being playful or if she’s trying to seduce us, but if she continues, I might just come right here. Goddamn, woman. Stop torturing me.

  “I guess tonight is your night,” I mock. “This is definitely the place to have a knees-up.”

  “A what?”

  Xander and I laugh aloud at her freaked-out expression.

  “For you Americans, it means you’ll dance to your heart’s content,” Xander answers before I do.

  “Got it.” Now she’s the one laughing.

  “I, for one, can’t wait to see your moves.” There’s a lot about her I can’t wait to see, but let’s ease into it.

  “I second that,” Xander says.

  Curiosity gleams in Delilah’s eyes. “Do you guys like to dance? And more importantly can you dance?” Her words sting, but the glee in her eyes doesn’t contain an ounce of malice.

  “Is that even a question?” Xander folds his arms over his wide chest. He looks so convincing when he pretends to be obfuscated.

  “I’m just asking,” she challenges. “Are you avoiding the answer or should I just take that as a no on both counts?” She’s a cheeky little one.

  I step in to save our honor. “What kind of two-bit has-been pop stars would we be if we didn’t?” I quip. I try my best to bite off my growing smile, but I fail miserably when she squints at me.

  “Well, excuse me for asking.” Her American drawl is so sexy. She places one hand on her hip, lifts her right index finger at us and cranks her neck. Oh, she means business. “How was I supposed to know two sophisticated men like you could hold your own on the dance floor?”

  “Honey, we can do much better than that. We can bring the house down and take you with us.” Xander mimics her defiant stance.

  “In that case, I only have one thing to say.”

  “What?” Xander ask in unison.

  “Bring. It. On,” she answers. We reward her brazenness with our cheerful claps.

  “Let’s do it, girl.” Xander hauls Delilah to the center of the room. She takes a few steps forward and stops in her tracks. She turns around to face me.

  “What about you, Ethan? Aren’t you coming?” Her eyes are pleading.

  My lips split into a wide smile. “I’m right behind you,” I say, lifting my hands in the air and stepping towards her. Truth be told, I just wanted to watch her walk away from me.

  Xander leads the way and we form a line through the crowd. One by one, people step aside as if the Red Sea is parting in front of Moses. He slips past women eyeing him up and down and men doing their best to regain their partners’ attention. Xander definitely stands out. As soon as he finds an empty space under the flashing lights, Xander moves close in front of Delilah and starts to dance to the lively rhythm. She moves to his beat. I’m rocking it out in the open space to their left. I can’t wait to tug her close and grind against her until her hard nipples scratch at my chest through the fabric of her dress. For now, I observe. I’ll cut in a little later.

  “Hey, Ethan,” Xander calls out. “Delilah here wasn’t joking when she said she could shake her thing.”

  My eyes drop to her ass. “Indeed, bro. I’m willing to go out on a limb and proclaim that from the rolling of her hips and the way she sways so beautifully to the sound of the music, there’s a naughty little vamp trapped inside dying to come out and play. Preferably, she’ll select us as playmates.” I grin from ear to ear.

  “I think you’re right,” Xander mocks.

  Without warning, Delilah swats my arm before doing the same to my best friend.
“You two are impossible.”

  “We get punished for speaking the truth?” I protest. “How is that fair?”

  She looks at me with a flirtatious smile pulling at her lips. “If we’re paying each other compliments, I could say the same about you. There’s nothing washed-up or has-been about the way you dance.” I return her smile. “And you aren’t that bad either,” she says, shifting her eyes to Xander’s.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, the warm-up part of this evening is over. It’s time to kick things up a notch or two,” Xander announces.

  He’s always been one for theatrics. A few people around us cheer and he rewards them with more sophisticated dance moves. Once he’s done showing off, he focuses his attention again on Delilah. She squeals when he steps things up by rotating his hips in a suggestive circular oscillation against her. It’s no different from the bumping and grinding taking place around me, but in this case I know my best friend is prepping her.

  Delilah doesn’t pull away when Xander gets even closer. And she doesn’t flinch as his dancing becomes wilder and erratic. On the contrary, she mirrors his motion. With every beat, her hips rock side to side and her body bumps into Xander’s again and again and again. It’s a beautiful sight. She’s captivating. I’m not even sure if she’s aware of it. The more I stare, the more the world shrinks to one single point—her round ass undulating back and forth like a pendulum. It’s a prelude of things to come. My cock twitches when Xander’s hands start sliding down her back and over her round ass. She looks my way and folds her lower lip into her mouth. God, the way she does that is sinful. She bats her lashes at me. She knows I’m eating her up and I don’t even attempt to look away. I can’t. She blushes under my heavy gaze, but she doesn’t fight it. She doesn’t pull away from my best friend’s firm hold.

  After a few minutes, I can no longer hold back. I step up, palm her waist and drag her close to me. “It’s my turn. Dance with me, Delilah.” I may ask, but she doesn’t really have a choice. I want her in my arms. My best friend doesn’t object and neither does she.

  As she moves from his embrace into mine, she doesn’t miss a beat. She’s still swaying her hips, following the cue of the sexy bodies encircling us. When the DJ puts on local sensation Tinie Tempah’s oldie smash hit Turn The Music Louder, people around us lose their mind. They’re dancing and singing along like their lives depended on it. To my great surprise and delight Delilah doesn’t hold back. She flips her head from left to right, sending her cascade of hair flying through the air. I’m dying to fist her mane. Here again, I hold back. All in due time.

  The room is like a sauna. My shirt is sticking to me like the invisible protective shield on my iPhone. I’m not the only one heating up. The skin between Delilah’s cleavage glistens with sweat. Unable to resist, I run a finger from the tip of her chin down between her huge tits. I could grope them and I already know I’d enjoy it immensely, but I don’t. It’s too soon. She doesn’t try to stop me and she doesn’t move away. Instead, she follows my trailing finger and when our eyes meet, the lust I read engulfs me. This is enough to get me so hard, I cup my cock with my free hand.

  As the tempo increases, she lifts the bottom of her dress just enough to bring more attention to her tempting curvaceous legs. There’s no two ways about it, she’s caught in this hypnotizing trance and she’s taking me right along with her. Fuck. If she’s this passionate on the dance floor, I can only imagine what she’s like in the bedroom.

  Xander hasn’t taken his eyes off of us. After a few minutes, he steps back into our little circle. We lose ourselves to the music for several long minutes—a fluid push-pull with Delilah in the middle. I’m not sure if she’s aware of what’s happening between the three of us. The way she’s smiling, shimmying up and down, twirling and responding to each one of us, I can’t imagine she’s completely oblivious to the fact that there’s nothing innocent about this dance.

  My black shirt is drenched now. It’s not only the temperature of the room that’s raising the heat factor here. Delilah is doing a pretty damn good job of it. Every time the DJ puts on a new hip-swinging song, more and more bodies cram on the dance floor. There’s really nowhere to go. The sheer number of partygoers forces our bodies to ebb together. We’re as close as can be without being naked. All three of us flow as one. If it weren’t for the fact that my growing need for her is slowly, but surely, taking over all my senses, I could stay like this all night long. Unfortunately, I’m way past that. I want to taste her so much, I can no longer think straight.

  I lean into her. “It’s so sexy to watch you dance like this with the two of us.” My breath caresses her cheek. When she shivers, I know my words affected her.

  “You’re just being a tease.” She reaches out and gently slaps my shoulder. In a flash my hand is around her wrist and I bring it to my lips. I drop a soft kiss on her closed fist without ever breaking her gaze.

  I whisper in her ear, “Not at all, love. I was just telling you how much it turns me on to see you grinding against Xander and doing the same to me. I’m fairly certain my best friend is as hard as I am right now.” I pull away from her and watch as her eyes widen. My words are definitely sinking in. Xander nods. Clearly he approves that I’m adding fuel to the fire.

  Delilah swallows hard. My grip tightens slightly and her lips part to form an O. Her cheeks flush. I’d give anything to see how far I can make that blush spread. I’m dying to see the outline of my large handprint on her full ass and Xander’s on her tits in that same lovely shade of bright pink. Even the dim lights can’t hide the fact that I’m most likely pushing her out of her comfort zone. Her innocence rolls off her in waves. How adorable is that?

  She nervously searches the crowd. I think she wants to confirm no one has heard my bold confession. When she notices everyone is too busy partying to even care, she turns to face Xander. Instinctively, he circles his arms around her. If she thinks she’s going to find an ally in him, she’s dead wrong.

  “You look shocked, sweetheart,” Xander says. She shifts her eyes towards me and back to him again. “Is Ethan talking dirty to you?” He grins.

  “Er, I think I must have misheard him or something.” She answers Xander’s question, but our eyes are locked in together.

  “I doubt there was anything confusing about my message.” I set her straight. Without warning, I pull her out of Xander’s arm and slam her chest against mine. My best friend lets her go with a wide smile pulling at his face. I have her trapped against my body, with one hand firmly pressed against the small of her back and the other resting on her hips, restraining her with ease.

  “Oh,” she lets out in a soft voice. “Ethan, you’re moving too fast.” It’s meant to be a plea. It’s a pity she doesn’t sound very convincing.

  “Too fast?” Doing my best to distract her, I lean down and nuzzle her neck. Her breath hitches. Fueled by her reaction, I trail soft kisses across her supple skin as we sway. She tastes like honey.

  She places her hands against my shoulders and slightly pushes me away. Her eyes are veiled with lust. “I’m just not sure what’s going on here. I mean, the two of you are coming on so strong.”

  “You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” I retort.

  “I’m just a little confused.” She lowers her eyes. I place my finger under her chin and lift her head back up, preventing her from looking away. I want to make sure what I’m about to say is crystal clear. I stroke her cheek with my thumb, tracing the sexy-as-fuck flush.

  Allow me to shed some light. “Which part stumps you? The fact that you turn us both on like crazy or that my cock is hard for you and I’m dead certain Xander’s is as well?” My words come out raw.

  “God.”

  “It’s simple, Delilah.” Xander jumps back into the conversation. He’s now standing behind her, pressing his front to her back. His dark eyes are staring at me. We’re communicating without exchanging one word. We have her exactly where we want her. “We could fight to find out which one
of us wins your affection, but there’s a much better way. Not only is it more civilized, but it’s also more pleasurable.” He’s always had a way with words.

  Her lashes bat furiously. “What do you mean?” she asks nervously. She’s trembling.

  When DJ Deep Matrix puts on Girls Like, another sensational oldies hit by Tinie Tempah, there’s another jolt of energy on the dance floor. DJ Deep is on fire tonight. The lights dim even lower and with the press of the crowd around us, we practically disappear. Good. When the song reaches the part where Tinie sings to “go low,” I take that as my cue.

  I drop down in front of her. After taking a few short seconds to worship her gorgeous feet and dainty painted toes trapped in those indecently sexy sandals, I look back up at her. With my eyes locked into hers I run my hands up the back of her calves, taking my time to feel her skin under my hands. I move up to the insides of her thighs by sliding my hands under her black dress. Her eyes close for a fraction of a second before opening again. She’s looking down at me with a half-lidded gaze as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. If she bites down any further, I swear she’ll draw blood.

  I’m tempted to glide my fingers past her panties and between her lips to touch her wetness, but I refrain. I might scare the hell out of her. My best mate and I might be used to public sex, but I doubt she is. Down, boy. Instead, I slide my hands up to her hips and her waist as I slide my body back up until I’m lifting her arms over her head as the bridge kicks in again. I step closer to her, my body barely centimeters from hers as those hypnotizing blue eyes lock into me. During this whole time, Xander has been holding her shoulders possessively. I’m no mind reader, but that lop-sided smile on her face tells me she’s enjoying this as much as I am. As for Xander, after so many years and so many threesomes, I can read him like an open book. He smiles at me before letting go of her. My hand catches her waist and I hold her tight against me, my thigh finding a nesting place between hers, successfully nudging the hem of her dress a little higher and then a little more. I’m past the point of decency. A few more centimeters higher and I’ll be able to tell the color of her panties.