Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “Eth—”

  I catch my breath when he grabs my waist and slams his body against my ass. Holy hardness. His cock is enormous… way bigger than it was earlier. “Out there on the dance floor, I had to contain myself. In here, I don’t have to. I can take you with as much fervor as I want. And I can watch as Xander unleashes his passionate fury all over you.” His words are like a warning. He trails his long fingers down the side of my trembling body.

  Xander snakes his arm around my neck, pulls me closer to him and whispers in my ear. “You’re okay with that, aren’t you?” Without giving me a chance to respond, he grinds his erect cock against my stomach, mirroring Ethan’s sensual cadence.

  “Oh,” I let out. Xander’s cock is as impressive as Ethan’s. I haven’t got a clue how I was able to miss that when we were dancing. I guess now that there are fewer distractions, I can’t miss the unmistakable presence of their manhoods.

  “You haven’t answered my question,” he presses. My lust-handicapped brain can’t do much more than have me nod. Feebly. “That’s a commendable start, but that’s not good enough. I want to hear the words, Delilah. That’s the only way Ethan and I will know all three of us are on the same page.”

  “I am.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” This time my answer is unwavering.

  Xander smiles when I nod. He bends forward and licks my jaw, swiping his tongue over my lips, and an involuntary groan rumbles in my throat as he presses even harder against me. My body begins acting on instinct and I respond to his overt sensuality. My hips oscillate back and forth, meeting his and Ethan’s arousal. Xander pulls away just long enough to give me a lustful glare and mutter, “No holding back? Right?”

  “No,” I let out so softly I can barely hear the words escape my mouth. I doubt I would’ve ever been this brazen before walking into this room, but when two men want to take you to a place you’ve never been before, you’d be a fool to refuse.

  Grasping my upper arms, Xander pulls me up on my tiptoes and kisses me, long, deep and hard, managing to leave me feeling possessed. If you told me he performed some voodoo magic trick on me, I’d believe you. He fists my hair with one hand, tilts my head back and takes my mouth. He’s holding me so firmly, he’s not permitting any movement, and yet I don’t receive the crushing kiss I’m expecting. He’s so unexpectedly gentle. Instead, his firm lips tease my mouth and his tongue brushes over my lips again, and again, and again. On the third sweep, I open my mouth. I want to taste him. One hand travels up Xander’s chest to his hair while the other snakes behind me, pulling Ethan closer. Ethan is nibbling at my back while his hands are groping my ass. This is so outrageously kinky. It’s pure bliss.

  Xander kisses me slowly, thoroughly. Fuck. As the seconds trickle down, his kiss turns hungry. He’s demanding my mouth more forcefully and I don’t refuse. On the contrary, I give myself wholly to him. His tongue searches for mine and we soon begin a languorous and sensual dance. Damn. He’s an incredible kisser. He’s ravenous now. Oh, God. Pleasure fizzes through me like a glass of expensive champagne. When he draws back, my lips burn as if they’re on fire and my head spins like crazy. No one has kissed me like that. Ever. After a second, I blink back to reality and realize in amazement how freaking wet I am. I’m so drenched, it’s uncomfortable.

  Xander’s intense gaze focuses on my face. He flashes me a faint smile and caresses the contour of my lips. “You kiss very well.” Whoa. I’m delighted by his compliment. “Ethan, you’re missing out, mate.”

  “Not for long. Watching you take her mouth like that has made me so hard. I can’t wait to taste her.” Ethan’s filthy words send shivers through me. Before I know it, he spins me inside his arms. We’re now facing each other. His eyes are searing me in place as he caresses the side of my face with the back of his fingers. And then his hand continues down my neck, my chest, until he stops at my breast.

  “Ahhh,” I moan when he slides his hand inside my dress and cups my boob. He swirls his thumb over my hard nipples until they pucker. Good Lord. “This is insane,” I hiss.

  A corner of his mouth turns up. “Your tits are magnificent. I can’t wait to see them naked.” Abandoning my breasts, Ethan crushes my lips. I’m hit with the energy of his tongue, the raw need of his mouth—and the impatient way he gropes at my ass. The urgent way he presses me fully against him leaves little room for misinterpretation. For the love of God, how big are these two? For the next few minutes we’re all tongue as his hands explore every inch of me. The ache from his contact against my skin begins to build up, first in my navel and spreading lower, between my legs and all the way to a part of me that’s never sprung to life before. Just like Xander, he takes my lips voraciously without asking for permission. Thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, he sweeps his thumb again across the swell of my breast. This time my nipples are so hard, the sensation is heightened and I can’t decide if it’s pleasure or pain. I moan, pawing at him like a desperate soul.

  Suddenly, I feel the other handsome hunk who has done a formidable job at helping me lose my mind with his bewildering words right behind me.

  “Oh, Xander,” I cry inside Ethan’s mouth. I’m completely intoxicated. I’m sandwiched between the two of them again and there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

  Ethan pulls away from me. He’s panting as much as I am. “You taste like decadent lusciousness. I bet your pussy is even more potent.” In a flash, his hand is under my dress and navigates up towards my pussy. My breath hitches in anticipation. Is he really going to touch me down there in front of Xander? The answer comes fast. Ethan slides a finger underneath my panties and growls. I gasp when his hand caresses my pussy. “Xander, she has a full bush, buddy.”

  “You don’t say,” Xander marvels. “That means we’ll have to dig deeper until we find the treasure.” He chuckles. “I’m okay with that. The longer the wait, the sweeter the reward.”

  “Good one,” Ethan says. “You don’t shave?”

  Well, I had no idea when I got ready that a breathtaking man would be stroking my vajayjay while having a conversation with his best friend about the fact that I keep it natural. Had I known, I would have done more than light landscaping. I shake my head. “My momma always said, ‘Good girls don’t remove the hair down there.’”

  “Do you want to be a good girl tonight?” There’s so much hidden in Ethan’s question.

  I don’t have to think about my answer. I’ve already had that conversation with myself. I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”

  Ethan’s mischievous grin is quite telling. “Good answer. I want the bad girl in you to come out and play with us. What about you, Xander?”

  “I’m right with you on that one, mate. There’s nothing like a good girl gone bad.” I swallow hard at the prospect of leaving all of my inhibitions at the door.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Ethan grins. During this whole conversation between the two of them, Ethan hasn’t moved his hand away. He’s been stroking my hair in slow languorous motions. You’d think he owns my pussy. I’m so turned on, I don’t even know what to do with myself. Suddenly, he plunges two fingers inside me and I gasp. I grip his forearm when his index finger glides over my clit. I had no idea a man’s touch could feel this mind-blowing. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunts. Don’t I know it.

  While Ethan explores between my lips, Xander is shamelessly stroking and groping my ass. Their hands are all over me and they’re causing my body to flame out of control. How can I succumb to the charms of two men I barely know when I’ve remained as cold as an iceberg with all my past boyfriends?

  “I love how your body responds to us.” So do I. His timing is eerie. It’s like he can read my mind. Ethan pulls his eyes away from me and looks over my head. “Xander, she’s positively dripping for us.”

  “Mate, I can’t wait to close my mouth around her pussy. I bet she’s going to be a vision coming all over my tongue with her sweet juices running all over my face.�
� Jesus.

  “I have no doubt,” Ethan answers. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back either. I wouldn’t be surprised if I came without even touching myself just watching you enjoy her.”

  “I’ll make sure to make it worth your while, mate.” They both laugh. “Have you ever climaxed by having a man pinch your nipples so hard your whole body quivers into a sweet surrender?”

  My mouth gapes open, unable to reply to Xander’s raunchy question. A spike of arousal shoots straight down to my pussy again. I’ve always been as dry as the desert. How can I keep getting wetter and wetter like this?

  “The cat got her tongue.” Xander mocks.

  “What’s wrong? You’ve never been dominated by two men who want you so much they’re willing to fight over who will be the first one to take you over the edge?” Ethan must think I have this excited sex life or something. God, is he ever off base. That would be a big fat no.

  This is the second time they’ve done this. They talk about me like I’m not even in the room. They take full control of my destiny. Of my pleasure. I guess they did warn me. A part of me feels like I should be offended, but another part of me is so relieved that they’re taking all of the stress of wondering what to do next out of my hands.

  “I don’t think we’re going to hear a peep out of her until she’s begging for mercy,” Xander says. I’d say you’re right on the money. This is too much for me, but I’d be a fool to ask them to stop.

  “I think you’re right. Maybe it’s time for you to suck her tight little clit between your lips. I want you to unleash your naughtiness all over her. Make it really dirty. I want to hear your tongue lapping at her juices like you’re drowning in her sweetness. Every salacious sound should make me harder.” Fucking Christ.

  “Should I assume you’re granting me first dibs at devouring her pussy?” Xander asks, but he continues without waiting for Ethan to answer. “It would be fair, after all. Not that I’m keeping score, but you’ve had her tits in your hands and your fingers inside—”

  Ethan interrupts Xander by sticking the glistening fingers he just pulled out of my pussy into his mouth. He licks, and licks and licks. I’m too stunned to even speak. Just when I think I can’t get more aroused, I do.

  “And now you had to go an up one on me by being the first to taste her.”

  Ethan chuckles. “I couldn’t resist,” he offers as justification.

  “A burning question pops to mind, mate.” Xander sounds innocent enough, but I’ve already grown wise to them.

  “Oh, no, now what?” I’m surprised by the sound of my own voice.

  “She’s found her voice again,” Xander mocks.

  “You two are so…” I try to find a word to describe them, but I can’t. Too many come to mind.

  “Domineering?” Ethan finishes my sentence.

  That’s one of them. “Yes,” I acquiesce.

  “We’re barely warming up, love.” Copy that. “What’s your question, Xander?”

  “I wonder if Delilah has ever tasted herself before?”

  “Brilliant question,” Ethan cheers. “Have you, love?” I don’t respond at first. I simply look at him, confused. “Do you know how sugary your nectar is?”

  I don’t even masturbate. What you’re asking me is way out of my league. I shake my head and lower my eyes. I did warn them about my inexperience. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I confess.

  “Wow, we really have a little virgin on our hands. She’s never been with two men before and she doesn’t know how good she tastes. I’m getting hard at the idea of how many other things she’s never tried before.” Xander’s words bring chills down my spine.

  “It would be so wrong for us to prevent her from spreading her wings.” Ethan’s statement does little to bring me comfort.

  “Oh, God,” I let out.

  “I agree.” Xander chuckles. “Since you already had your fingers inside her, I think you should do the honors.” His suggestion is so outrageously raunchy. Before I even have time to react, Ethan sticks his fingers inside my pussy again. He smiles at my stunned silence. I whimper, tilt my head back and close my eyes. I love when he does that.

  “Delilah, I want your eyes on me. I don’t want you to miss even one second of this.” My eyes pop open at Ethan’s command. “Much better.” With his fervid gaze consuming me, he plays with my juices for a few seconds before he pulls his fingers from my pussy. “Do you see how much you want us?” His fingers are coated with a slick sheen. I nod. I’m completely bewildered by his question. With his eyes still locked into mine, he slips both fingers into his mouth, licking away my juices. Everything about this moment is so lascivious and lewd. And I can’t get enough of it.

  “Sweet mother of God,” I weep.

  “You definitely taste like candy.” With a sly smile tugging from the side of his lips, he snakes his hand behind my head and brings me closer to him. “Now is the part where you taste yourself for the first time,” he announces. Ethan sucks on my lower lip and draws it into his mouth. His gentle kiss turns greedy as he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue inside mine. I can’t believe this is happening. For the first time in my life, I taste myself. I’m shocked by how this salacious act that should revolt me actually arouses the heck out of me. Holy Jesus. I’m still panting hard when Ethan pulls away from me. His wicked grin speaks volumes. So does Xander’s.

  “Ethan, you’re taking her to the dark side,” Xander says. Ethan nods. The way his lips curl up, I’d say he’s very satisfied with himself. “There’s no going back now, Delilah.”

  I guess not.

  CHAPTER 16

  Xander

  The tempting little redhead is quickly learning how it feels to submit to two very horny and very eager alpha males who want nothing more than to make her lose your head. From the way her chest is heaving up and down, I’d say she’s overwhelmed. Poor little kitten. This is just the warm-up. The fact that she doesn’t run for the door tells me she wants this as much as we do. I have a sneaking feeling we can push her further and she’ll willingly come along for the ride.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Although I think I can read her fairly well, it’s never good to assume.

  “I don’t know.” She smiles timidly.

  “Was that too much for you?” I ask.

  “I’m on uncharted territory here. Everything is a little surreal.”

  “Do you want us to stop?” As much as I hate Ethan’s question, it’s a valid one. If she doesn’t want this, it would be wrong for us to push her.

  She shakes her head vehemently. “No. I like the way you make me feel. Both of you,” she says, shifting her eyes from mine to my best friend’s.

  “Good. If there’s anything at all that makes you uncomfortable, you say the word and both Xander and I stop immediately. No questions asked. Is that clear?” Ethan presses.

  “It is.”

  “If you’re not deriving an incredible amount of pleasure from us being together like this, we’re obviously doing something wrong,” I chide teasingly. And we can’t have that.

  “Are you kidding me?” Her eyes grow wide. “My body is humming from your touch. If I derive any more pleasure, I’ll be flying soon.” She laughs.

  “In that case, I guess you should get ready for takeoff.” My statement startles her, but it brings a huge grin to Ethan’s face. I’m willing to give her a respite, but that’s all she gets. I’m too eager to see her come undone.

  “The flying part is a nice analogy, but we were going for something a lot more intense. I want to see you go off like a rocket.” Ethan is definitely a man who knows exactly what he wants. I appreciate that about him.

  “There’s something you should know,” she says.

  “What is it, love?”

  “I don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s most likely not going to work… the whole rocket thing. There will be no going off of any sort.”

  “What do you mean?” Ethan asks. Maybe that’s an
American expression.

  “Orgasms and me are like oil and water. We seem to never meet. Ever.” She clasps her hands together to illustrate her point.

  Ethan flashes me an incredulous look. I’m as shocked as he is. “Are you telling me you’ve never climaxed?” She shakes her head at Ethan’s question. “You mean with a guy’s cock inside you?” I’m sure that’s it.

  “Puh-lease.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s never happened and I doubt it ever will,” she exclaims. The way she spits that out it almost seems preposterous that could even be a possibility. What an erroneous conviction.

  “What about with a guy’s fingers?” Ethan presses further. Surely that must work.

  She shifts her eyes to the side. “I go numb down there very fast. It hurts more than anything else and quickly the guy realizes that and stops. It’s just never worked for me.” What? Who are those simpletons she’s been shagging? Finger-fucking a woman and making her come all over your hand should be a rite of passage for any self-respecting man.

  “Okay, fair enough.” I guess Ethan doesn’t want to push this any further. “Please tell me you can come when a guy goes down on you. Just to be clear, I’m talking about a guy licking your pussy and pressing his lips or tongue against your clit until your body quivers, succumbing to your orgasm.”

  She offers Ethan a one-shouldered shrug. “My last boyfriend was a particular case.” What on earth does that mean? He had a wooden jaw? Did he not have a tongue? “My other boyfriends were from fairly conservative and religious backgrounds. That’s just not something they did.” You can’t get more religious than Ethan’s parents or mine. And trust me, we eat pussy like it’s nobody’s business. “Most of them felt it was wrong and a little perverted.” That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Ethan and I exchange a look. It’s clear we come to the same conclusion. Our luscious little redhead has been deprived. What. A. Crime.

  “What about when you play with yourself when you’re on your own? Perhaps you have a favorite toy that gets you off?” I ask. I have a feeling we’re approaching this from the wrong angle.