“I missed her like crazy as well.” Ethan’s eyes hood as he slips his hand higher up my thigh. “Do you think underneath this sexy dress she’s wearing equally seductive lingerie?” My head whips towards Ethan as his fingers reach my wetness.
My eyes pop open as I inhale a sharp intake of breath. “Wh-what are you doing to me, Ethan?” I ask in a faint voice.
“Don’t worry. Xander and I are going to make it real good for you.” Ethan leans down and kisses my cheek.
“We are, sweetheart.” When Xander slips his tongue inside my ear my whole body trembles.
“You’re going to take what we give you and you’ll have to be as quiet as a mouse when you come. There are people on the other side of this partition, and don’t forget about all the other patrons sitting right below us.” Ethan points in front of us. “We don’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves.” I’m sure I misheard him. His devilish grin suggests otherwise.
“You can’t be serious?” I ask, alarmed. “Here? In the restaurant? In front of everybody?”
“It’s going to be even better because it’s going to be our little secret. Imagine climaxing knowing that no one other than the three of us is aware of what’s happening. That’s naughtiness at its best.”
I really should be disturbed by Ethan’s words, but judging from the way my pussy is pulsating, I think I’m looking forward to it.
“I totally agree. Imagine Ethan’s fingers pumping in and out of you while I toy with your hard nipples, all the while knowing that we might get caught.” Xander’s words are chilling, so why am I more aroused?
“That’s wrong,” I offer as an attempt to change their mind. I know it’s a futile effort, but a girl has to try.
“On the contrary, Delilah.” Ethan flashes me his irresistible bad-boy grin, the one that makes me willing to give him anything he wants. “Xander and I will be discreet. We’ll take it nice and slow. I know things can get a little out of hand if your pussy is dripping wet—which I fully suspect that it already is”—bastard—“but we’ll be careful. All you have to do is hold it together. Can you do that for me?”
Confused and dazed, I turn to Xander, looking for an ally.
“Say yes, sweetheart.” He’s nodding, eyes burning into me. Why did I think that he’d be in my corner? A part of me is screaming at me that good girls don’t do such things. I’ve been very successful at quieting that voice since meeting Xander and Ethan. I intend on doing it again tonight. The truth of the matter is, there’s another part of me that’s curious as hell to find out what it’s like to be so uninhibited that I don’t give a damn who sees me with my boobs hanging out, my legs spread open and my desperate and hungry pussy exposed.
After a few long seconds I nod. “Okay.”
“You’ve made me a happy man and I know Xander is also looking forward to this.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth, Ethan.” The mocking tone in Xander’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Lower your body against the chair. You need to be comfortable and relaxed,” Ethan suggests. I do as I’m told.
“Relax and enjoy the ride,” Ethan whispers in my ear. He pushes my panties to the side. My slickness sticks to the inside of my thigh. God. I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning. “Xander, the coast is clear. It’s all yours.”
I look up at Ethan, confused.
“Don’t mind if I do.” What is he talking about? The next thing I know, Xander slides his fingers inside me. I gasp loudly. Is this really happening?
“Shhh, love. You promised you’d be quiet,” Ethan scolds gently. The smile teasing his lips lets me know he’s enjoying this immensely.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I turn to my left to meet Xander’s gaze. His brown eyes are filled with lust as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“I want to see.” Ethan’s request nearly sends me over the deep end.
My eyes widen as his best friend removes his fingers from my pussy and lifts them in the air. My white slickness coats his fingers. Jesus. “You’re right. You’ve barely touched her and she’s already so aroused. Does she taste as good as you remember?” No way. My head whips to the right and everything about Ethan’s expression suggests that he’s dead serious. “As much as I love looking at your gorgeous face, if you keep looking at me, you’ll miss all the action.”
“You can’t—” As much as Ethan’s voice is perfectly controlled, mine is a trembling cacophony.
“Of course I’m serious.” Ethan finishes my sentence for me. “Xander, don’t make me wait.”
I turn around just in time to witness Ethan’s best friend stick his fingers, dripping with my wetness, inside his mouth. I let out a low growl as my pussy flutters like crazy. It’s so intense, I’m convinced I’m about to climax. We’re surrounded by people and here we are performing obscene acts that are so improper, they border on immoral. In many ways this is so unbefitting of me, but I’d be a fool to ask Ethan and Xander to stop.
“Fuck, three days without tasting her is way too long.” Xander slips his hand under my dress again. This time he inserts two fingers instead of one. He scissors his fingers, stretching me to the max. “Your tight pussy is a dream,” he murmurs into my ear. He adds a third finger at the same time as Ethan starts kneading my breasts.
“Oh,” I hiss.
“Is it as good as we promised it would be?” I’m certain Ethan knows the answer to his own question. Not to mention, other than a few monosyllabic words, I’m way too far gone to string together a complete sentence. My eyes shift to the right when Ethan lowers my bra and pulls out my boob. When he closes his mouth around my nipple and bites down, I slam my closed fist against the table. Although it’s a weak attempt to control the situation, it’s my only salvation. Unexpectedly, Ethan slaps my boob. I wince. “Tsk. Unless you want us to make this a public show—which I’m not opposed to—you can’t make this much noise. I’d love nothing more than for the world to know how much I worship your body, but you might not be quite ready for that,” he says, I shake my head vehemently. “I didn’t think so.” His lips pull up and his eyes narrow. “In that case, do we have a deal?”
“I-I will keep it down.” I’m surprised how out of breath I sound. I guess my heart is pounding as loudly as it does if I’m jogging.
Suddenly cheers erupt from next door. Oh, no. I freeze. “It’s okay,” Ethan says. “They can’t open the side partition and we asked Tobias to allow us to chill out for a while. I told him that I would text the maître d’ if we needed anything.”
“Okay,” I let out in a meek voice.
“Trust me, no one is going to interrupt your pleasure,” Ethan says. I have to be honest, Ethan’s words reassure me. “Can I go back to latching at your tit?”
“Yes, please.” I laugh.
“Good news, because I’m dying to make you come,” Xander, who’s been quiet so far, adds. His fingers start moving inside me again, eliciting a string of moans. “Ethan, it seems like we can’t take our little Texan out for some unadulterated fun. She’s just too darn tempting.” Ethan chuckles against my breast and the vibration courses through me and straight to my clit.
“Yes.” I run my tongue over my lips, savoring every second of this.
“You dirty girl,” Xander says. That’s the moment he chooses to perpetuate the sweet torture by moving his attention to my sweet spot. “I know you said, no, but the way you’re clenching around my fingers tells me there’s a filthy exhibitionist hiding inside and she’s dying to come out and play.” Please, God, no. Save me from the dirty talking. “I bet you’d like nothing more than for me to unzip my trousers, pull down my briefs, fling you over this table and ram my monster erection deep inside your needy pussy.” He’s talking into my ear. “You’re so fucking wet”—to prove his point, he pumps his fingers in and out of me, causing my pussy to clamp around his intrusion with force—“I’d have to pin you down to prevent my twelve-inch cock from sliding out of you.” His low and rich voice o
nly acts as an extra aphrodisiac. “You want me to claim you so everyone knows you’re mine. Don’t you?” I nod. “My depraved little minx.” Yes, they’ve corrupted me to the point of no return. I bite down against my lips, doing my best not to cry out. “Would you want my best friend to watch or do you want to come with his mouth ravishing yours?” Ethan chuckles. He hasn’t let go of my nipple. He sucks hard while his other hand pinches the breast that’s still covered. It’s a surreal feeling to be partially naked with hundreds of people at arm’s length. This is so debased. Why the hell do I like it so much? I slide down against my chair and spread my legs wider. “Look at that. You want more, sweetheart?”
I nod, meeting Xander’s hooded gaze. “Ha.” My voice hitches at the back of my throat. I willingly submit myself to this debauchery. After a few long moments of sinful play, I look out in front of me when something catches my eyes. Oh, Jesus. My heart jumps into my throat. “Some… someone is looking up,” I manage.
Ethan lets go of my boob and Xander peers down to get a better view of the action below. A couple is pointing at the mezzanine and chatting animatedly. It’s true that my head is in a cloud, but I swear they’re looking right at me.
Xander leans in and whispers in my ear, “How does it feel to know they might be able to read the expression on your face? Maybe they’ve already guessed that your lover is fingering you and you’re this close to losing it. Does it turn you on even more?” I just look at him, afraid to admit my sordid secret. “Dear Delilah, you surprise me.” Xander offers me a triumphant smile. He’s so on to me. “You get off from knowing people are watching.”
“Love, that’s so fucking sexy.” Ethan’s voice is so chocolatey.
“Mate, we’re wasting our time taking things slow.” Slow? Without warning, Xander uses his other hand to spread open my pussy. His eyes never leave mine. What is he doing? In the midst of my mental fogginess, I’m doing my best to try to figure out what he has in mind next. I don’t even know why I keep thinking I know how far they can take things. What comes out of his mouth shocks me. “Ethan, give me a hand. You flick her hard clit and I’ll keep her pussy busy.”
“Th-the two of you? At the same time?”
“That’s what you signed up for,” Xander quips. I guess I did, but still, this is pushing the envelope. “Why should you be satisfied with one guy taking you over the edge when two can do a much better job?”
Ethan doesn’t wait for my response. He slips his fingers between my lips. Instinctively, my body welcomes his touch. My head lolls back as a sign of surrender. I let out a moan that rolls at the back of my throat. This is fucking amazing. With languorous and slow circular strokes Ethan ignites my node. How can agony feel so good? They take turns taking me higher and higher. Xander keeps pumping in and out of me while Ethan strokes and rubs my clit. It doesn’t take them long to take me there. Then again, have I not been ready to launch into orbit since they touched me? An inexplicable burst of fire erupts inside me and spreads at light speed from my pussy up my belly and up again to my nipples. As much as I try to coax myself to keep it all inside, I can’t. I’m whimpering now. I pray to God that all the commotion surrounding us serves as a cushion from what I fear will inevitably happen.
“I… I… think…” I struggle. Even with all my efforts, that’s all I can say.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
I look up at Ethan, open my mouth to respond, but I pause. On one hand I desperately need this release. On the other, I don’t want them to ever stop doing what they’re doing to me. “If you can’t decide, it’s my call.” With those words Ethan closes his fingers around my clit. Fuck. Xander thrusts his fingers so deep inside of me you’d think he has no intention of ever sliding them out. “Come for us,” Ethan commands.
No sooner has he spoken those words than the crowd next door clamors again in a joyful roar. This time they’re clapping and cheering loudly. I’m done. I slip into the gates of Nirvana. I close my eyes as my voice rises but I don’t have time to make a spectacle of myself. Ethan takes my lips and kisses me voraciously, swallowing each one of my cries of bliss. I’m not sure how I find the energy to dance with his tongue, but we engage in a beautiful tango that goes on forever. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. He pulls away from me, wraps his arm around my shoulders and gently kisses my forehead.
I sit there riding the wave of this toe-curling climax for a few long minutes. My whole body shudders. As usual, they don’t rush. Once I’ve somewhat recovered, I open my eyes. Both Xander and Ethan are smiling at me. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you for trusting us.”
“Xander said it best,” Ethan agrees. “But it’s not over yet.”
“It’s not?” I ask between heavy breaths.
He pinches my sensitive nipple and I shiver. “No. There’s one more thing I want you to do for us.” God, does he expect me to drop down on my knees and gives him a blowjob? “I want you to taste yourself. Suck my fingers clean and then do the same thing for my best friend,” Ethan whispers. At this point, I know it’s a futile exercise for me to be surprised. I lick my juices off his fingers before moving onto Xander’s. Ethan cups my boobs, squeezes them together and licks my exposed nipple before pulling my bra and dress over it. He readjusts my dress and just like that I’m decent again. “Good girl.” I don’t know why, but I beam, knowing that he’s pleased with me.
“I think it’s more like naughty girl.” Xander chuckles. His eyes burn with such intensity, my heart beats out of my chest. I turn to meet Ethan’s gaze and it’s as smoldering hot.
How did I ever get to be this lucky?
CHAPTER 44
Ethan
“Ladies and gentleman, we’re already bidding on our last piece of the night.” There’s a collective hum of agreement in the room. “I can hardly believe it. Where did the time go?” Stewart Hawthorn, the senior international arts specialist from Loeb’s Auctions, jokes. You can hear a few chuckles from the crowd. “I hope you have your paddle ready.”
Damn right I do. So far, this evening has been going smashingly well and the best is yet to come.
Although not as exclusive as Sotherby’s, Loeb’s remains one of the leading contemporary art auctioneers in London. It does help that Duke Alastair Connaught and Strathearn, who happened to be Queen Victoria’s great-grandson, founded the house many moons ago. Royalty still weighs heavy in Britain. Today, his grandchildren and great-grandchildren are at the helm of the company.
I flash Xander a cocksure smile. “No one else is getting their hands on this piece. No one,” I whisper. He snickers.
I’m on a roll, and I have no intention of stopping now.
“Mate, you need to show that guy with the yellow bow tie with blue polka dots who dominates this game,” Xander mocks.
Xander is talking about the overzealous curator sitting in the private booth. That’s usually where art buyers representing international clients sit, but tonight I break with tradition since I already have the blessings of my clients living in France. Alas, it doesn’t seem to be the case of this chap. I found out right before the auction started that he’s representing a group of Chinese investors with very deep pockets. He might have outbidden me on the last few pieces, but this last one has my client’s name written all over it. So far, he’s trailing behind me, followed by a gentleman representing US buyers and a brunette representing a few German investors who caught wind of the sale. All three are sitting across from me, they’ve been shooting nasty darts my way every time I outbid them—which has happened often. Tough luck. The sky is the limit for this last piece since the client who has his eye on this piece is also filthy rich. He’s given me his blessing to bid well into seven figures if need be. I doubt many of the other art buyers here will be able to follow suit.
“Calysta Knight is an exceptional artist and tonight’s results really speak for themselves. Clearly everyone in this room recognizes the opportunity that’s presented to us. Withou
t any further ado, let’s move on, shall we? This last piece is called Embracing the Shadows. The dramatic contrasting colors create a stunning masterpiece. I already envy the future owner of this one.” Stewart is truly one of the best in the industry. He knows how to set things just right by not only enticing the art lover, but by also fanning the competitive nature in all of us. “Let’s start the bidding at fifty thousand pounds.” Pittance.
A redhead who’s also sitting at the private booths immediately lifts her paddle. She’s been trying hard all night on behalf of her clients, but so far, she’s failed miserably.
“One hundred and fifty thousand,” the brunette sitting across from me calls out. Oh well, I guess it isn’t the redhead’s lucky night. She just got outbidden again.
“One hundred and fifty thousand it is,” Stewart confirms. “Do I hear two?” He searches the crowd for another high roller.
“Three,” the overzealous chump chirps.
Xander leans in close. “Aren’t you going to bid? I thought you said this was the most valuable piece from the entire collection.” I love how he’s been invested all night long.
“Patience, Watson.” I grin. I know he hates it when I say that, but I can’t help myself. “All in good time.” I might not have managed to clean house, but everyone here tonight will remember me because I’ll be the one leaving with the most artwork purchased.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at the same time. “Oh, please, Sherlock Holmes, give me a break,” he whispers.
We both chuckle.
“Three hundred thousand. Do I have a better offer?” Once again, Stewart is on the lookout. “All right, then. Three hundred thousand going once, going twice—”
I’m just about to raise my paddle when someone beats me to the punch. A refined-looking older gentleman with silver hair makes his presence known. He’s sitting right next to the guy representing the Chinese investors, but he’s been quiet all night. “Five.” With that one word, the distinguished gentleman stuns the entire room.
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