Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  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 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.

  Her eyes widen and I can already tell she’s going to try to fight me on this. Just as she’s about to pull the fabric back down, my free hand reaches out to her. I trace the contours of her beautiful face, along her cheek, down her chin, up the other cheek. “To answer your question, it means Xander and I can’t get enough of you.”

  She jerks her head back as if the words have slapped her across the face. “Have I entered an alternate dimension or something? I’m sure I’m delusional here and this sweltering sauna-like chamber we’re in right now is affecting my brain and therefore my thinking ability. That said, I swear it sounded like the two of you are interested in me.” She looks behind her, searching for Xander. He moves closer and sandwiches her between us again.

  “We are,” I answer.

  “We both want you,” Xander adds. I have no doubt the heat emanating from his stare matches mine.

  “Are you kidding me?” She stammers over the words. She looks completely bewildered by our confessions.

  Clearly, I need to be a bit more forward. I brush aside her silky hair and lean down until my lips find her ear. “Does this feel like I’m kidding?” I grunt before pressing my impossibly hard cock against her. I rub my erect length up and down her stomach. She freezes for a beat, but as I keep at it, she relaxes. She lets out a long moan. I’m dying to make her desperate for all the pleasure we can bring her. By the time we’re done with her, she’ll become a junkie unable to live without our affection.

  “Just in case you were wondering, I’m not kidding either.” Xander palms her waist and drags her close. From the way her eyes roll at the back of her head, I bet Xander is grinding his cock into her backside. Given that he’s squatting slightly, I’m willing to bet his cock is wedged nicely between her ass cheeks—rock hard and ready. Lucky bastard.

  She chokes a breath. Not that I thought it was possible, but to my great surprise Xander moves even closer. “Fuck, I like your ass against me like this,” he grunts.

  She looks up at me for help. I smile and toy with her hair. I lean forward and run my lips over her ear. She quivers. I’m not playing nice and I know it. Her head is full of questions, but her body already knows the answers. So I push her a bit more. “We could make you come right here in the middle of this sea of people. Xander pressed against your ass and me taking care of your pussy with my finger pressed against your clit.” She flashes me an incredulous look. “Trust me, I’d be up for the challenge.” I burst her bubble. Enough playing around. “Things are getting too intense between us. We can stick around and pretend we don’t all feel it or run with it. I vote for the latter. Let’s get out of here.” Without waiting for her answer, I turn on my heel and take her with me.

  “Where are we going?” she asks as I drag her off the dance floor. I don’t even have to turn around to know that Xander is following right behind us.

  “A more private setting, love,” I throw over my shoulder, moving decisively forward as I part the crowd in front of me with my free hand.

  “We have a chill-out room reserved for the rest of the evening. It’s just going to be the three of us,” Xander explains further.

  “Oh.” She sounds surprised, but she doesn’t say no.

  I’m so eager, I nearly kick open the door in front of me leading to the hallway. When we’re outside the lounge area, I quicken my steps down the long corridor. None of us speak a word. I take the first left, whizzing down another deserted hallway, grateful we don’t have an audience. At this time, the crowd in the VIP area is so entrenched in the party atmosphere, there’s no way they’re stepping out unless the opportunity is too good to turn down—like it is right now for my best friend and I. We reach a set of heavy modern ebony-colored doors. I grab the long vertical handle, pull and swing it open. I follow the path that leads down another luxuriously decorated hallway. It might cost a small fortune to rent these by the hour, but in the right set of circumstances, it’s very much worth it.

  As we approach, a tall well-built bald bodyguard immediately rises to his feet. From the smile dawning on his face, I know he recognizes us. “Ethan. Xander. I gather you have a room?”

  “We do, Gary,” Xander answers. “It’s under my name.” He steps forward to stand in front of me. Delilah grabs my hand with both of hers as she nestles her body closer against my arm. I can’t think. I can only feel the pressure of her tits. I look down at her and she flashes me a shy smile. She’s nervous and it shows. The ways she’s gripping my hand suggests she’s a little apprehensive. If she wants to put a stop to this, she can. We would be disappointed, but neither Xander nor I would push her further. We would respect her decision. I bend down and kiss the top of her head before gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. That seems to do the trick. The lines of worry on her face disappear.

  “Xander, you know how it works here.” Does he ever. “If you can first sign the waiver so we’re both on the same page…”

  “No problem.” Xander scribbles on the iPad Gary is handing him.

  “One of the larger rooms is still free. Will that do?”

  “Gary, I think that sounds perfect.” Xander smiles at him.

  “In that case, you’re all set. The Finchley is yours. Here’s your key.” Gary drops a plastic card in Xander’s open palm. “As usual, drop it in the secured box over there before you leave.” He points to the right of his long desk.

  “Of course,” Xander agrees.

  “In that case, there’s only one thing for me to do.” He pauses for a beat. “I’ll let you continue enjoying the rest of your evening,” he says, brushing his eyes down the length of Delilah’s body. From the way he cocks his head to the side and the faint smile pulling at his lips, I’d say he approves.

  “Thank you, Gary. We will.”

  “Ethan. It’s always great to see you again.”

  “Same here,” I respond. After three years here, Gary Griffith has seen it all. Two men accompanied by a woman is nothing shocking to him. He’s paid to be discr
eet. He excels at his job. As long as we don’t trash the place and everything is mutually consensual between adults, the owners turn a blind eye for their VIP patrons.

  I bolt forward for a few steps before I slow down my stride. I just need to be far away from Gary so this conversation remains between the three of us. I lean down so my lips are only a fraction of an inch away from Delilah’s ear. “Ready?” She just stares at me and blinks. After a few seconds she realizes I’m still waiting for an answer so she nods. Not good enough. “Do you have any second thoughts about this?” I hope she doesn’t, but what can I say? I’m a gentleman.

  “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You can tell us if you’ve changed your mind,” Xander coaxes.

  She shakes her head. “No, not at all.” Her answer is filled with certainty.

  “Good.” I reward her with a huge smile.

  I encircle her in my arms, ready to guide her forward. I pull my eyes away from hers and focus on Xander for a beat. I don’t even have to ask the question. He answers before being prompted.

  “I’m right behind you, mate.” His grin is larger than mine.

  My need to bloody devour the woman I’m dragging behind me jacks up with every step I take. This night is going down in history. I know it.

  CHAPTER 15

  Delilah

  My heart is hammering against my chest so loudly, I’m certain they can hear it. What a night, and from the looks of it, it’s only the beginning. Ethan is leading the way. Xander is right behind me. It’s been like this since we re-entered the lounge area—me trapped between the two of them. Considering how my head is spinning in their presence, I’m surprised I can even take note of my surroundings as we rush down the hallway. I guess it’s impossible to remain blind to this kind of opulence regardless of how many butterflies are flitting in the pit of my stomach.

  With each step we take, I can’t help but notice the upscale and modern décor of this entire floor matches what I’ve seen so far in the lounge and restaurant. Everything is in luxurious shades of dark greys and whites to compliment the rich wood tones.