Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “Are you sure?”

  I nod. “I’m positive. We’re not going to be long. If you don’t make too much noise, no one will even know we’re here.”

  When her blue eyes light up this way, I don’t stand a chance. “I’m willing to do anything to make it up to you. And I mean anything.” Her side smile is sinful. I love how she embraces the bad girl inside her.

  “I like the sound of that. Now, turn around,” I command. “I want your hands firmly against that table.” She obeys by slapping her palms on the wood with her hands far enough apart to withstand what’s coming. She turns her head to the side just long enough to flash me a cocky grin. Damn, that woman will be the end of me. I take a step forward and lean down, resting my chest against her back. “Spread your legs apart,” I order. When she does, I hike her dress over her hips. “White, of course,” I mutter underneath my breath at the sight of her panties. Once I get over the initial shock, I squat and yank her panties down her thighs. “Step out of them.”

  “I didn’t know I could be with just one of you at a time.” That’s a valid observation.

  I get back on my feet. “It’s always best when it’s the three of us, but desperate times calls for desperate measures, sweetheart. This is your own doing.” I put an end to any further questions by distracting her with my fingers between her legs.

  “Arghhh,” she hisses, tilting her head back.

  “You’re unbelievably wet,” I growl. I’ve barely touched between her lips and my fingers are already coated with her slickness. Without me asking, she widens her stance and lifts her hips up, giving me better access. I accept the invitation by pushing my fingers deep inside her.

  “It’s your fault, I have no willpower against your dirty-talking.”

  “Is it just my mouth that turns you on?” I ask, pressing my erection against her ass.

  “Jesus,” she gasps. “Is that for me?” She laughs.

  “We both know that your dripping pussy is begging for it.” I pump my fingers in and out of her furiously. “Show me how much you want me inside you,” I dare. She pushes herself down against the table. I suspect her goal is to press her sexy ass against my cock, but I’m not willing to make it that easy for her. I take a step back. She whimpers. “You’re doing a poor job at showing me how much you want me.” I chuckle. “Perhaps I should just put an end to all of this and we should go out there, join the crowd and have a drink. It’s very vanilla, but if that’s what you want, I’ll oblige.”

  “No,” she barks. “You can’t expect me to go out there in this state. You have to do something.”

  “What do you want, Delilah?” I press. “Your wish is my command as long as you come out and say it.” I skate my middle finger over her clit and she sobs. “Let’s hear it, sweetheart, and make it worth my while.”

  “Xander, please fuck my dirty pussy with your monster cock.” Jesus Christ. Hearing those filthy words come out of her mouth as she begs for my twelve-inch cock is a potent aphrodisiac.

  “That’s more like it,” I say, pulling my fingers from between her legs.

  Her head whips to the side. “What are you doing?” she asks in a panicked voice.

  “I’m going to need both hands to sheath my cock.”

  “Oh.” She lets out a sigh of relief.

  I take a step and slide my hand inside my pocket. Once I’ve opened the condom, it doesn’t take me long to wrap up. I don’t even bother pulling off my trousers. I simply pull them down with my boxer briefs to my knees. Anything more would be ludicrous. We don’t have all the time in the world. This is about teaching her a lesson, pushing her over the top of the cliff and seeking my own redemption as I watch her succumb to pleasure.

  I positioned myself right behind her, gripping her hips. “Are you ready for me?” I ask. Instead of answering, she reaches behind her and grabs my cock. “Shit,” I let out. I didn’t see her coming. “Two can play at that game.” I swing my hips back and thrust into her with one long swift movement. Like the good girl she is, she swallows my cock all the way to my balls. She breathes in sharply as I lose myself between her legs. I reach out and grab the tail end of her mane, forcing her head back. In that position of total submission, I fuck her over and over again. The time constraint removes any frivolity. This is raw. Frankly, looking down at myself with my tailored suit jacket, custom white shirt and trousers still on, I’d say this is as primal as it gets.

  “Oh, God, Xander,” she cries out.

  My cadence is wild, inexorable, punishing even. My goal is to make sure that when she walks out of here, she’ll be just sore enough to remember how well I fill her up. Her eagerness fuels me. She matches my tempo thrust for thrust, pushing her ass back against me while gyrating her hips in hypnotic circular motions. I know I’m greedy, but she’s no saint either. The harder I fuck her, the more she demands. I have no problem giving her what she wants. The constant pressure of her butt against my stomach causes my balls to tighten. The sweet current that precedes a climax runs through me and I know my time is up soon.

  “Don’t ever forget how much your hungry pussy needs my cock. Do you hear me?” I growl, pulling her head further back.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants.

  “Now that we’ve established the basics, beg me to let you come.” I can definitely be hardcore when I put my mind to it, but for some inexplicable reason, tonight I’m even more relentless than usual. I blame her and I blame her pussy because I can’t get enough of either one of them. She doesn’t answer me at first. “I’m still waiting,” I press. I watch in shock as she slides one hand between her legs. “Don’t you dare, Delilah,” I warn. “I’m the one fucking you, I’m the one responsible for your climax.”

  “Please, Xander. Please, please, please take me there.” Her pleas stroke my ego. That’s good enough for me. I let go of her hair, push her hand to the side and travel down her stomach until my fingers are hovering over her pussy. When my balls pulsate again, I know I’m only a few seconds away. I rub her clit, eliciting long exhales of pleasure from her. “I need to come, Xander. It’s been too long,” she begs.

  “You haven’t touched yourself since the last time all three of us were together?”

  She shakes her head before turning it slightly to the side, doing her best to look at me. “I’ve never really done that. And honestly, I doubt it would be nearly as good as when you or Ethan touch me.”

  “So you love the way we honor your body?”

  “Very much so… and I hope you’ll do it again right now,” she confesses. I didn’t see that last part coming. I could definitely torture her a little longer, but unfortunately time doesn’t allow for such luxury. I close my middle finger and thumb around her hard node and squeeze. The movement of her hips halts and she lets out a strangled gasp. “Fuck.” Her voice is only a whisper at first, but soon it rises. To avoid a potential catastrophe, I muffle her by placing a hand over her mouth. Her muted cries travel straight to my cock. It’s with Herculean strength that I withhold the inevitable. My need to mark her makes it impossible for this story to end any other way. I slide out of her and take a small step back. With my trousers serving as a noose, I can’t move much further. With quick hands, I get rid of the condom, toss it to the floor and grip my cock.

  “Lift that precious ass, sweetheart.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “I just fucked you nice and hard, now I want to see my cum dripping from your swollen pussy. Yank that ass up and use your hands to fan it out for me,” I command. She hesitates at first, but it doesn’t take her long to give me what I asked for. Holy fuck. I already know I’ll be wanking to this incredible view when she can’t be with us. My moisture is already seeping profusely at the sight. Urgency fills me. I only pump my cock a few times before I explode. “Goddammit.” I bring my free hand up to my mouth and bite down to prevent my voice from carrying. As I suspected, my orgasm is all too consuming, blinding me temporarily and causing my mind to go blank. “Christ,” I mutter. To my sur
prise, my hips are still trembling uncontrollably as I pour myself all over her ass. My release drips down her pussy and her thighs. Oh, yeah. As I look down on her, I can’t help but grin. For the rest of this evening she won’t forget who she belongs to. “I doubt I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” I pant, barely beginning to get my bearings.

  “I’m way past that. The two of you are quickly becoming my addiction.”

  Pride washes over me at her words. “I need to clean up and I need to take care of you. If I move I will make a mess of things. Can you grab me the box of tissues over there?” Since both my hands are occupied, I point to the side of the room with my chin.

  “Sure. No problem.” She straightens up and bunches her dress around her waist. I suspect she’s trying to avoid getting it wet. Watching her sashay away from me half naked is sexy as hell.

  Over the next several minutes, I erase all signs of wantonness. Once I’m all cleaned up, I bend down and pick up the condom. I hide it in several layers of tissue and discarded it. Once I’m zipped up again, I squat between her legs and wipe away the moisture still running down her legs. I don’t touch her pussy. I keep that intact. It’s part of our wicked plan. Her lips will still be wet with a mixture of her slickness and my release. I’m the one who came up with the idea of coming all over her. Of course, Ethan had to take it to the next level. He was very adamant about his request. He even borrowed my words when he said, “It’s all about the three of us becoming one.” Dirty dog. As much as I hate to admit it, there’s something immoral about the whole thing, yet what a thrill to know she’ll be wearing our release for many hours to come. I help her back into her panties and pull down her dress. My best friend insists on unwrapping his gift before consuming it. I get back on my feet and straighten my jacket before cupping her angelic face in my hands.

  “One day soon, Ethan and I will claim you fully without any barriers between us. Imagine both of us filling you at the same time.” The thought nearly has me coming again.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers. “That’s very intimate.”

  “It’s supposed to be.” I gently tap her nose with my index finger. “As much as I hate to leave you, my time here is up. I’ll devour you more when I see you on Friday,” I lean down and drop a soft kiss against her lips. “Are you ready for Ethan?”

  She nods. “Having one of you without having the other would just be plain wrong.”

  “I like the way you think, kiddo. Stay here. Ethan will come knocking in a few minutes.” I steal another kiss before stepping out of the conference room.

  CHAPTER 46

  Ethan

  I look down at my watch and look back up again. Xander and Delilah have been in that conference room for the past twenty minutes. I saw her looking around before slipping away. She didn’t see me, but my eyes were definitely on her. I guess I should say that I was fixated on her perfect round ass.

  Xander is a master at coming up with some of the craziest ideas, but the fact that he had already scoped out the place and found a potential location for a quick romp blew me away. In many ways, I’m not sure why I’m surprised because I’m fully aware of his appetite and the fact that the man has no patience. During the time my best friend was corrupting the curvaceous woman we’re both so into, I was being accosted by a crowd of eager art lovers with money to burn. I answered questions as best as I could, but I’ll be honest, my mind was solely preoccupied by the fact that Xander’s cock was getting Delilah’s pussy ready for me.

  In order to avoid wasting time, I make my way to the other side of the room so that I’m close to the hallway that leads to Loeb’s office area. Lucky for me no one seems to have noticed that I’ve distanced myself from the party. I’m pacing around doing my best to look as casual as possible, but it’s very difficult because my bulging cock is making walking comfortably a challenge and it’s a constant reminder that I’m minutes away from fucking Delilah.

  I check my phone for the fifth time hoping for a message from Xander, but still nothing. “Why isn’t he texting me?” I ask under my breath. Is he still fucking her? For a fraction of a second, I worry that something might have been gone wrong before I lift up my eyes again to watch my best friend strut towards me with a confident stride. That’s the walk of a man unbothered by an erection—unlike me. Of course, that grin that stretches across his face does speak volumes. As he gets closer he lifts his hand up and I high-five it. Instead of our palms touching in a quick contact, we grip hands for a few long seconds, smiling at each other. I know it’s all in my mind, but I swear I can smell her on him. Damn. “I thought you were never going to come out again.” I chuckle.

  “That was so good, mate, it did cross my mind.”

  “So it’s everything you thought it would be?” I ask.

  “Not even close. It’s way, way better. Long slow fucks are delicious, but quickies are divine.”

  “That they are and I’m about to be reminded of that very soon.”

  We both laugh.

  “I got her all nice and ready for you.” He leans in closer so that I’m the only one privy to what he’s about to say. “And she’s very slick and super wet. I came like a fucking animal. My spunk is all over her.” Xander’s words are so potent that my cock twitches inside my boxer briefs. Honestly, things are already so tight down there, I haven’t got a clue how that even happened.

  “Really?” My voice is deep and coated with desire.

  “What are best friends for?” Once again we just stare at each other, communicating without exchanging words. “Good news. There’s a lock on the door, which awards a little extra peace of mind.”

  “Good to know.”

  “I think she’s waiting for you.” Xander winks.

  “Indeed.” I grin, clapping him on the shoulder.

  I take a step forward when the mention of my name freezes me in place.

  “If it isn’t the great Ethan Gordimer.” Fuck. For a few short seconds, I hesitate. Perhaps if I pretend I didn’t hear, I might be able to get away with it. “Mate, we absolutely have to talk.”

  With those words I realize my needy cock might have to wait. Slowly I turn around and furtively glance at Xander before focusing my attention on the man walking towards me.

  “Christopher Halldorson. I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” I say, taking his hand into mine and shaking it.

  “I wasn’t, but at the last minute I changed my mind even though I hired Warren Turner to represent me.”

  I frown. “Who?”

  Christopher rolls his eyes. “The nerd with the bow tie.” Oh, that’s his name. “He’s way too young to wear that ridiculous thing around his neck. Heck, I’m pushing sixty and I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those.”

  “Ah.” I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one who’s irritated by that guy.

  “Exactly. Unfortunately he’s all talk and little action, which means you ended up walking away with the piece I wanted. Your client wins, I lose. I don’t want that to ever happen to me again. Let’s talk business.”

  Normally, I live for those words, but right now, they churn my stomach. Yes, I want the new business, but I’m dying to come between Delilah’s legs.

  I resign myself for another long drawn-out conversation. After all, that’s why I’m here. “Christopher—”

  Xander, who had taken a few steps back, speaks up. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gordimer, but you did promise to call that investor back immediately once you were able to find a quiet spot to talk.” He points to the phone I’m still clutching in my hand. I look down at it before meeting his gaze. He lifts his left eyebrow and it takes all my will not to laugh. He’s bloody brilliant.

  “Yes, you’re absolutely right. There’s so much happening, I can barely keep up.” I piggyback on his forward-thinking repartee. “I’m sorry, Christopher, have you met my…” I pause because I’m not exactly sure how to play out this charade.

  Once again Xander comes to the rescue. “Mr. Halldorson, my name is A
lexander Emerson, and I make life easier for Mr. Gordimer. You’ll appreciate that tonight is a particularly busy night for him.” Xander and Christopher shake hands.

  “Of course. How inconsiderate of me.” Christopher doesn’t know Xander and I have a prior career. “It’s no surprise that you have clients calling you left, right and center. After all, you are the man of the hour. Don’t let me hold you up. We can talk later.”

  “Thank you so much for your understanding,” I say. This time I’m the one extending my hand to him. “Alexander will coordinate things with my assistant and we’ll get back to you either later this week or early next week.” Xander offers me a complicit wink.

  “That’s perfectly fine, Ethan,” Christopher agrees shaking my hand.

  “Christopher, Alexander, if you’ll excuse me.” I don’t wait for either of them to respond. I turn on my heel, determined not to allow any other distractions or interruptions. I eat up the floor of the hallway stretching in front of me with my long steps to make up for lost time. In no time I find myself in front of the conference room that’s located near the dramatic sculpture. I tap a few times on the door and wait.

  The door slightly opens and her beautiful face peers out. “I thought you had forgotten about me,” she says before blinding me with her dazzling smile.

  “I’d have to be a fool for that ever to happen.” I push the door further open and step inside the conference room. With my back still facing the door, I lock it. “Unfortunately, as I was making my way to you, someone I know wanted to talk shop.”

  “Oh. Do you need to go back out there?” she asks.

  “Don’t look so worried, Xander is taking care of him so that I can be here with you.”

  “That’s a good thing…” She’s in such a flirtatious mood tonight.

  To my surprise, between the city lights and moonlight, this room is perfectly illuminated, which means I get to soak her in. “Is it?” I match her dalliance.

  She folds her lower lip between her teeth. “Yeah. All this sneaking around is damn sexy. And let’s not forget, one of you is phenomenal, but two is even better.”