My question startles her. “A wh-what?”
Ethan peers up from her pussy. He’s stopped all tongue action at the sound of my saucy proposition. He’s smiling so wide it nearly takes over his entire face. Her juices are dripping from his chin. He even has some on the tip of his nose. Clearly, he’s having fun.
“Brilliant idea, Xander,” Ethan cheers.
“You’re on board?” A herd of wild horses couldn’t keep him away.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Delilah is still gaping as she watches Ethan get back up to his feet. Without wasting a second, he marches to the other side of the room.
“Neither of you have told me what a bubbly shower is,” she shouts at him even though I’m still standing next to her.
“It’s a lot more fun if we show you,” I retort.
“I have a feeling I’m about to agree to something I don’t think I’m ready for yet.”
“I doubt you are, but it’s not a good enough reason for us not to do it,” I say.
“God, save my soul.” She does a quick sign of the cross before joining her hands together.
“You’ll definitely be calling to God, but for very different reasons,” Ethan throws over his shoulder.
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it as much as we will.” I smile. “Come on, let’s get you up on that granite counter,” I say, dragging her behind me.
“You can’t be serious?” I turn around to face her. My look silences her. “You are.” I nod. Her shoulders drop. I guess she won’t be fighting this. When we get to where Ethan is standing, I lift her in my arms and place her ass against the counter. She gasps. “Oh, God, you did that with such ease. You’d think I weighed no more than a bag of apples.” Her observation is comical.
I simply grin at her comment before looking away from her. “Do you want top or bottom, mate?”
“Since I had a go at her pussy just now, I think you should have a taste,” Ethan says in a matter-of-fact way. Delilah chokes. Wise words.
“Good,” I say, circling the counter and walking towards the coffee table where I grab a bottle of champagne. “You like this?” I ask her, lifting the bottle of Krug. She nods nervously. I’m not sure if she’s ever indulged in one of the most expensive bottles of champagne on the market, but this is an experience she’s unlikely to ever forget. “So do we. A lot. I’m happy we’re on the same page,” I tease. “Lie down on the counter, place your feet flat on it and spread those gorgeous legs so I can catch a glimpse of your pussy,” I command.
“I thought we were going to have some champagne?” she asks.
“We are.” I don’t give her more than she needs to know.
She looks up to Ethan, but instead of taking pity on her, he simply waves his finger, silently instructing her to do exactly what I just asked her to do. She’s thinking so hard. I can see the wheels in her head churning. Ethan and I wait patiently, allowing her time to decide which way she wants to take this. Eventually she obeys. She grabs the hand Ethan has outstretched, climbs on the stool and then yanks her body on the counter. There we go.
Once she lies back, I focus on the champagne. With a few expert twists, I uncork the bottle and hand it to my best friend. He takes it and places it on the counter right above her head. I walk past him and tap him on the shoulder—a simple gesture between us that says a lot. This is going to be a wet and wild ride. I stop at Delilah’s feet and brush my eyes along her sinful body, taking her in. When I read the vulnerability in her ocean-blue gaze, my cock stiffens. Amazing. In this position she’s open for my pleasure and Ethan has easy access to her tits. What more can a man ask for?
We both stare at her for a few long seconds. Delilah sighs and smiles nervously at us. It almost sounds like relief. Maybe she thinks this is as far as it goes. Maybe she thinks it’s just three friends sharing a drink.
Wrong.
She chokes when Ethan lowers his head to suck on her right breast. She starts to sit up, and he turns his head just enough to look at her, his lips a few centimeters from her breast. “Don’t move,” he warns. Her fingers curl up in a fist at her side as she stills. When she calms down, he licks her nipple and circles it with his tongue. With each stroke of his wet tongue, her body squirms against the counter. While Ethan is sucking at her marvelous tits, I do my best to keep her distracted. I caress over her leg, her waist, fingering the tender crease where her thigh meets her hip. It’s too early for me to ravish her pussy. As much as it kills me, I have to be patient.
When I lay my hand on the inside of her thigh and brush my knuckles against the curls of her pussy, she closes her eyes for a beat. When she opens them again, my lips curve into the faintest of smiles, and she tenses when Ethan reaches his arm out. She must notice I’m looking right past her because she lifts her eyes above her head. It’s too late though, because she doesn’t have time to register what happens next. Ethan grabs the bottle of champagne by the neck and splashes some effervescent nectar onto her breasts. She jerks.
“Jesus,” she exclaims loudly.
“Is it cold?” I tease.
“It’s like pouring ice all over me,” she throws back at me.
“That’s the point.” I sneer as my eyes lower to her nipples tightening into hard buds.
“Why don’t I warm things up for you?” Ethan suggests. He rests both arms on the counter and slowly licks away the drops gleaming against her nipples until she’s whimpering.
“Oh, Ethan, I’m going to die. This is too good,” she moans in a slurred voice.
I watch as his tongue follows the trail of cold champagne to where it pools in her belly button. He laps it up like a nomad who hasn’t had a drink of water in days. After a few minutes worshiping her midriff, he returns to her right breast. He licks her nipple, then he bites down gently, repeating it over and over until she locks her teeth over a moan. When he’s done torturing one side of her body, he switches to her other breast. Equal balance is everything.
“Mmm, I could come watching my best friend assault your tits like that…” My hands continue to caress Delilah’s lower body, my finger trailing through the moisture trickling down from her pussy. Desire floods over me. As much as it gives me a high to watch Ethan ravish her like this, I’m no longer satisfied just being a voyeur. I’d much rather help push her over the edge. “Frankly, I’m feeling left out,” I lament.
“Greedy bastard,” Ethan says, lifting his head. With one hand still groping her right tit, he reaches out with his left hand and grabs the bottle again. “Here,” he mocks, pouring champagne over Delilah. This time he starts at her belly button and moves his arm down her body so the liquid gushes all over her pussy.
“Argh,” Delilah grunts.
“Happy now?” Ethan asks teasingly.
“Very much so.” Delilah’s ragged breaths pull my attention away from my best friend and back to her. She’s desperate for this. I’m already salivating at the thought of wrapping my lips around her pussy. “Sweetheart, I’m going to eat you like a gluttonous man and I want you to keep your big beautiful blue eyes on me the whole time. Are we clear?” She nods. “You know it doesn’t work that way. I want to hear the words.”
“Yes,” she says in such a low voice I’m surprised I hear her.
I scoot her hips toward me, bend down, and start sipping the champagne still coating her pussy hair. She rewards the first stroke of my tongue by closing her thighs around my head and pressing hard. The contact of my tongue against her tight little clit is like a blessing and a punishment. Obviously, the pleasure of making her climax supersedes the lingering torture of feeling my balls tighten inside my boxer briefs, knowing I won’t allow myself to shoot my load until much later.
The next touch has her yelping. Her fingernails scratch against the counter top right before her hips yank up, taking me with her. I can’t help but smile with satisfaction. “Hold steady,” I growl. “Good girl,” I say when her ass touches the countertop again. As I admire her in this beautiful state, I can’t help but n
otice Ethan still groping her tits with avarice. The stiff nipples that poke through the fingers of the hands that have closed over her breasts are truly a kinky work of art. He’s playing with her nipples, rolling the peak between his index fingers and his thumbs. No wonder she’s on the verge of losing it.
Ethan looks my way, his heavy-lidded eyes full of carnal desire. “Xander, don’t make her come too fast.”
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t part of the plan.” We both laugh. “I wouldn’t mind a little extra champagne.”
Ethan grins. “Knock yourself out.” He hands me the bottle.
“Thank you.” I raise an eyebrow at him as I grab the champagne from him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.” I pull my attention away from Ethan and return my focus to the delicious woman spread open in front of me. “Place your left leg over my shoulder, sweetheart,” I instruct. She quickly obeys, dropping the pointed heel of her silver sandal against my back. Fuck. The sharpness is an electric current shooting straight down to my already throbbing cock. I pour copious amounts of champagne all over her pussy. My wicked grin matches Ethan’s.
“Holy Jesus,” she sobs. “God. Xander. Shit.” She’s blubbering now. Her eyes roll at the back of her head as she shakes it from left to right. Her hair sticks to her face. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already losing control.
“If you only knew how intoxicating you are right now,” I confess, taken aback by how gorgeous she is when she succumbs to pleasure. “I have a feeling I’m going to get addicted to making you come with my mouth.” I have no doubt that the inebriating effects of the best champagne will pale in comparison to her sweet pussy. She begins to squirm as my tongue flicks across her swollen clit. “Keep moving like that and everything stops, Delilah,” I warn. She lifts her head and looks at me in disbelief. She blinks her eyes a few times then moves her eyes to Ethan. She opens her mouth to say something, but abstains. When she realizes I’m serious, she closes her eyes in resignation and lowers her head back down to the countertop. “Much better.”
She tries to stay still, but she’s failing miserably. I chuckle inwardly at how much she wants this. She bucks her hips to meet my licks. My tongue circles her clit, one side, the other side, wiggling underneath the hood. Her clit grows engorged with each lick. She tastes so fucking good. Needing more, I heighten the dirtiness factor. Something tells me I’m about to enter uncharted territory.
I lower my head until the tip of my nose is right between the slit of her ass. I flatten my tongue on her and glide it from the base of her ass all the way up under her hood. I lap, and lap, and lap. Ethan’s moans and grunts serve as fuel to my horniness. I grab her lips with rapaciousness, paying particular attention to putting extra pressure against her clit. God, I love doing that.
“Christ,” she shouts. Her right leg that was resting on the counter jerks up when I stick my tongue inside her warm pussy and fuck her as if it were my very long cock. “Oh, oh, oh,” she cries. At this point, her fists are banging against the counter and she’s almost pleading and begging me to stop. Not a chance. “Xander, something is coming over me. I don’t understand what’s happening. What are you doing to me?” She’s almost frantic.
Given that she’s never had an orgasm before, her comment doesn’t surprise me. She might be close, but I want to push her further. “You can’t come yet. You will when I decide you’re ready. Not a second sooner.”
“Ahhh,” she wails. “I can’t take this anymore.” Yes, you can. I open her lips with my fingers, exposing her clit fully. Her pretty pink pussy is truly marvelous. I dive in with the clear intention of taking her all the way. I lick her harder and alternate between toying her clit with my tongue and massaging her with my lips. “God.” I relentlessly rub her clit, making as much noise as possible, using the smacking of my lips against hers as an aphrodisiac. Her entire body is trembling uncontrollably. “Yes, yes, yes,” she screams. I’m lost in the moment. My only preoccupation is to heighten her arousal with each stroke of my tongue. “I’m about to lose my head,” she pants. She can wiggle and squirm as much as she wants, she’s going nowhere. Not when my unyielding grip holds her leg possessively.
I lift my head up just to say, “Come for me. Now.” I know she’s holding on by a thread, but I don’t give her any choice in the matter. I close my lips against her clit and press down with determination.
She lets out a carnal sound right before bucking against my face. “Xander, Xander, Xand—” She stops. I look up to see what’s cut out the last part of my name to witness Ethan kissing her passionately. Scratch that. He’s fucking devouring her mouth with such shameless wantonness it’s almost indecent. Fuck, that’s hot. My lips are still sucking her hard. I’m not ready to let go as of yet even though she’s quivering in my mouth. With my eyes still firmly on them, I watch their tongues dance with each other with absolute and total abandon. Ethan’s hands are pinching and pulling at her nipples with such force, she arches her back against the counter, moaning and gripping the back of his head. I love watching people get down and dirty. I kiss her inner thigh a few times before getting back up on my feet. I cup my very hard cock, praying it doesn’t betray me. God, fucking her together is going to be mind-blowing.
CHAPTER 17
Ethan
Fuck, the way Delilah climaxed under Xander’s tongue was sinful. She was screaming her head off so much while her body was shaking like a leaf, I had no other choice but to eat her moans. It’s one thing for the two of us to enjoy her like this, it’s a whole other to be so loud we draw unwanted attention. The last thing I want is for Gary to come running to make sure everything is okay. I’m not so concerned about him being shocked, I’m more worried about how embarrassing it would be for the sexy woman clinging onto me. She’s submitted so beautifully to my best friend’s will. I know it will be the same when I make her come again.
My tongue is still twirling with hers when I tune in to what Xander is saying. “I was right, Delilah.” She moans. She can’t do much more considering our lips are still locked into each other’s. “I’m officially an addict. Your pussy is my drug. I could make you come with my tongue all night long.” She moans again. So do I. Xander continues talking, undeterred. “The only reason I’m not going to eat you again is because it would be extraordinarily unfair to my best friend.” Good point. “Ethan, mate, if you think licking your fingers dripping with her juices and tasting her pussy for a few messy minutes was amazing, wait until she comes all over your face. You might not recover. Since you never finished what you started, I’d say it’s your turn.” You’re right. “I know I’ll be in a daze for a very long time to come,” Xander adds. I doubt I’ll ever be able to forget this evening.
I pull myself away from the hot, curvy redhead who’s moaning inside my mouth. She frowns in protest. I look up at my best friend and smile with satisfaction when I notice his nose, lips, and chin are glistening with Delilah’s juices. Clearly the feast was worth it. I walk towards him, grinning from ear to ear. When I get close, I give him a playful punch on the bicep before standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Suddenly Delilah convulses on the table, forcing our eyes towards her. I guess her body is still enjoying the ride. “Thanks, mate. That’s a tempting invitation, but I think you did a formidable job at eating the hell out of her pussy—”
“Are you saying no to pussy?” He whips his head to the left to look at me. He’s shocked. He’s looking at me as if I had two heads.
“I’d be a fool to refuse her pussy. I have something else in mind.”
“Are you going to share?” he asks. The twinkle of curiosity I read in his eyes is unmistakable.
I shake my head. “I know you’re going to enjoy watching more than me describing what I intend to do to her.” Xander curls his full lips as a veil of lust covers his dark eyes. I know him too well. We’re both voyeurs. We’re so into it, I’d say we elevate the kink to an art form. That said, I’m definitely more hardcore than he is—although he can certainly
hold his own, I truly become feral when I watch two people at it. I turn my attention back to Delilah. “You’re so sexy naked like this.” She brushes her hair away from her face. Now that there’s nothing obstructing her beauty, I can see how flushed her cheeks are. Damn. Xander made her come hard. “That was incredible watching my best friend make you lose your mind. It was so fucking hedonistic it took every ounce of willpower I have not to come watching him lap at your pussy like that.” She blushes. “I hope you’re still nice and wet for me now?” Delilah doesn’t have time to reply. I slide a finger between her lips in search of my answer. Slowly I trace her pussy, playing with her slickness.
“Ah,” she gasps. “You can’t be serious,” she bellows as I push two fingers inside her.
“What?” I ask, pretending not to understand why she looks so dumbfounded.
“You’re going to make me come again?” Her tone is incredulous. Clearly she thinks this is unimaginable.
“Why would Xander be the only one to have fun?” My voice is deep. She has no idea how much my cock is throbbing right now.
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “There’s no way I can go through that again.” She pinches her lips together, crosses her arms over her chest, squeezing her magnificent tits, shuts her eyes and vehemently shakes her head from left to right. She’s not having it. Interesting reaction considering my fingers are still inside her and she’s sopping wet.
“Was it a painful experience?” I ask. Xander chuckles. Suffering doesn’t look this content.
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