Since she’s standing at arm’s length, I manage to embrace her without much effort. Just like that, my mouth is on hers. Like always, my kiss is demanding, possessive and hungry. She doesn’t hold back. She matches my fervor with as much passion. “So one twelve-inch cock isn’t sufficient for you anymore?”
She shakes her head. “Not since the first time you two took turns fucking me.” Cheeky little minx. “Why be satisfied with less when more is far better, right?”
Slap.
Both hands land on her ass cheeks. She yelps before giggling. Thank God I don’t have to wait two more days to be this close to her body. I squeeze her tight, pressing her stomach against my hard cock.
“Is that what you want?” I bend my knees, forcing her to feel every inch of me. “You’re dying to swallow this, aren’t you?” I ask.
She tilts her head back and hisses, “Yes.”
“You’re not getting my cock until you prove to me that you’re nice and ready.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, confused.
“I want you to walk over there”—I point with my chin—“pull your dress up, slide out of your panties, turn around, fold over that table, spread your ass open with your hands and wait.”
She holds my gaze for a few seconds, sizing me up. Eventually, she does as I say and within minutes I’m privy to a heck of a sight. I stroll towards her and with each step my cock gets harder. I squat and place my hands against her cheeks, forcing them to part even further. “You’re very wet, love.” That’s one creamy load. “Mmmm. That’s a delicious-looking pussy.” She grunts. “What a tasty treat.” She answers by wiggling her ass at me. I slide two fingers inside her. “Is this Xander’s moisture?”
“Oh, God, Ethan.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Delilah. Is that my best friend’s release?” I press.
My mouth is watering. As much as I’d love to stick my tongue up her pussy and eat her ravenously, Xander has marked her in a way that nixes that idea for me. I’ll poke my fingers in, no problem, but I’m not interested in knowing what he tastes like. Not to mention there’s no time for that.
“Yes,” she breathes. Her pussy clenches around my fingers.
“Fuck. Your pussy is throbbing. You like it dirty?”
“I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she confesses. “I never thought I’d have the courage to do these things you and Xander push me to do… in public.”
“Do you want more? Do you want me to do the same thing to you? Do you want to feel me dripping between your legs?”
“Ethan—”
“Tsk. Answer the question, Delilah.” I plunge my fingers in and out of her and pump with a vengeance. It’s a river down here.
She nods. “God, yes.”
“I can’t tell you how turned on I am to know that just a few minutes ago, Xander was fucking you. Were you dreaming of me filling your mouth while he rammed your pussy?”
“How did you know?”
Instead of answering, I chuckle. She’s so fucking perfect.
I slip my fingers out. The ribbon of slickness that follows amazes me. I look around and when I spot a box of tissue not far away, I stretch out and reach for it to clean up my hands. Once I’m done, I pull out the condom from my pocket, unzip my trousers, push them down along with my boxer briefs and sheath in a blink of an eye. “I’m warning you, this is going to be quick and dirty,” I announce. She nods. I’m now standing behind her again. “You’re okay with that?”
I’m still fully clad in my black jacket, matching shirt, fitted trousers and bespoke shoes. Since I haven’t insisted on her lowering her dress so I can play with the tits I love so much, you know this is about keeping it simple.
She nods again. “I’ll take you any way I can.” Wow.
With that invitation, I enter her with force. I know it’s not new, but every time I look down and see my long cock buried deep inside her, I grin. She takes all of me with such ease. That pussy and my cock go hand in hand.
She lifts her ass and pushes it against me. “You’re too greedy for your own good.” I grip both her hips firmly and pull her against me. I push myself even deeper inside her. You’d think we were fused together. We’re that close. Because I’ve been dying to be nestled between her lips all night, I don’t swing my hips back to fuck her. Instead, I rock gently, focusing on reaching that spot inside her that will set her off. “I love those lips around my cock. Squeeze so I can feel you.” She clenches her pussy and I growl. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Urgency washes over me and I fuck her in short thrusts, focusing on savoring every single bump against her ass. Needing more, I bend over and pull her up against me, desperate for her body heat. Unable to contain myself, I slide my hand against the table underneath her until I grope her tit. I squeeze and we both let out a guttural grunt. It’s nothing compared to holding her naked breasts in the palms of my hands, but this will have to do.
“Ethan. Your cock…” She pauses.
“What about it?”
“I-I…” I thrust deeper into her. “Oh, God.”
“You were saying, love?”
“I fucking love your twelve-inch cock.” Her voice is so breathy. A charge of adrenaline kicks in at the knowledge that I’m unraveling her this way.
“Since we’re confiding in each other, you should know that I’d fuck your pussy morning, noon and night… and every hour in between if I had the chance.” I move my hand from her tit and travel down to her clit. I start rubbing it with care. My strokes are slow and languid. I contrast the movement of my hand by thrusting deeper insider her. “I can’t wait to watch you sashay around knowing your panties will be covered with our cum.” She groans. “When you go back out there, every man in that room will smell Xander and me on you.”
“Woooo,” she meows. I flick her hard node over and over again. “I’m…” I know she’s not far from losing it.
“Are you ready to give me what I want?” Her pussy tightens around me with each word.
“Shit, shit, shit.” She gulps big breaths of air in between her chanting. I continue to move my hips in a controlled fashion, relishing the throbbing of my balls. I’m just about to ask the question again because my resolve is fraying fast, but she surprises me. She slides her hand between her legs and places it over mine. “Faster, faster, faster.” Her voice is commanding. She tilts her hips forward, pressuring me in giving into her commands. I don’t think so.
“What do you think you’re doing, Delilah?” I put an end to everything and pull out of her.
Her head whips to the side. “I’m… I’m sorry, Ethan,” she babbles. “Please don’t stop.”
“Sit on the table,” I order.
“Aren’t you going to finish? I mean I’m so—”
“What did I just ask you to do, Delilah?” When she doesn’t budge, I flip her over and slam her ass against the table. I grab hold of her legs with both hands and slide her down until her cheeks are hovering over the edge. I’m way too much in need of a release to be gentle.
“Ha,” she lets out in shock. “What are you doing?”
“I’m simply reminding you who controls this dance.”
“But—”
I don’t let her finish her sentence. I yank off the condom, toss it to the side so it lands near the tissues I dropped a few minutes ago, fist my cock and, with my eyes locked into hers, stroke in long decisive movements. The way she’s looking at me right now with her half-lidded eyes is so heady.
“Do you want this?” She nods. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth?” I ask. This time, she sticks out her tongue. Honestly, I couldn’t have hoped for a better answer. “Tsk. You can’t have it. You’ve been an undisciplined girl. You tried to dictate things when you know perfectly well that’s not how it works between us. Because of that, you won’t be able to suck on my cock.”
She whimpers. That does it. I clench the base of my cock in one hand and I stroke furiously with the other one. My cadence is at a sur
real velocity. Suddenly, my balls contract. My breath hitches and in that instant I know I’m done. I position myself so that my cock is right over her pussy. She spreads her legs farther apart for me, awaiting her gift. The visual of her dress yanked around her waist and her exposing herself so shamelessly with those killer heels still strapped to her feet is more than my heart can take. I bite down against my lower lip to curtail a loud growl. My release is abundant. Gobs of it drip all over her, marking her for the second time of the evening. Knowing that my moisture is mixed with hers and my best friend’s gives me a ridiculous high.
“Holy shit, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she whispers.
“You liked watching me deface your pussy?” I ask when my breathing returns to a somewhat normal rhythm.
“I think I liked it a little too much.” She laughs. I reach out, grab more tissue and clean myself up. Her eyes are on me the whole time and I can already see the wheels in her head turning. Once I’m done, I zip up my trousers and readjust my jacket to make sure I’m presentable again. She looks down at the mess I’ve made on her body and meets my gaze. “Wh-what about me?”
“In my book, you always come first. Unfortunately, you forfeited that right when you decided to take the lead.”
“But you can’t leave me like this. I need to come.”
I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” She sits up. “Aren’t you going to… you know…” She points to her pussy. “Take care of me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Why not?” She’s almost crying.
“Evidently, you didn’t seem very happy with the way I was doing things a few minutes ago, so I suggest you take matters in your own hands.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, yes, I am. You’re going to reach between your legs and you’re going to touch yourself until you lose your mind all over the table. I’ll just stand here and watch you come apart stitch by stitch.”
“You can’t do this to me,” she barks.
“I absolutely can.”
“But I’ve never touched myself there ever before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” I know I’m being a cruel master, but she has to learn.
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“I beg to differ,” I quip. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out like a big girl.”
She considers me. When she’s still staring at me with a frozen expression on her face, I reach out and probe my finger between her legs and toy around with my moisture until I skate over her clit. The slickness of my load mixed with her juices makes this outrageously hedonistic.
“Ha,” she cries out. I swirl around her hard clit just enough times to make sure she craves more. “Yes. Keep doing what you’re doing to me, Ethan. Please.” She allows her body to fall back until her head drops against the table.
Bingo. I immediately retract my hand. “Now that I’ve given you a taste of what you’re missing, finish off.”
This second time around, I don’t have to convince her. She runs her hand along her pussy, coating her palm with my release. She glides her fingers under the hood of her pussy and just like that Mother Nature takes over. Our eyes are locked together. This is intimate. She rubs herself off, moaning and gyrating her hips like a woman completely undone. I watch, fixated by how beautiful she is in this moment. I wish Xander could see this.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she lets out in a staccato chant. It doesn’t take her long to reach the top of the cliff of her pleasure before sliding down into the abyss of her climax.
Since I already know how loud Delilah can be, I act quickly. I stick my fingers inside her pussy again before moving them to her mouth. “Open wide.” Without needing to be coerced, she’s already sucking off the evidence of our naughty play from my fingers. Her hands are still clenching her pussy and her hips are still trembling. My eyes caress the length of her quivering body. I’m completely mesmerized. Honestly, I’ve never seen anything more sensual in my life… and she’s all ours. Xander and I couldn’t be any luckier.
CHAPTER 47
Delilah
“What a night,” I mutter as flashbacks spark in front of my eyes.
I’m standing in front of the window in the living room easing myself into my day before I have to run out of here. Ashley asked us to come in early, but contrary to usual, I didn’t need an alarm clock to get up this morning, hence I’ve been up for a while. I didn’t get much sleep, yet I don’t feel tired at all. My mind has been churning all night long—no surprise there. I haven’t stopped thinking about how I seem to no longer have any inhibitions. I mean, I was raised in the Bible Belt, for crying out loud. You can’t get more religious than my family. What’s taking over me?
I get so aroused knowing that I get Ethan and Xander so turned on they can’t wait to be with me. The fact that they craved my body so much they had to come up with that risqué scheme for a few minutes of pleasure is beyond me. I don’t have to slide my fingers between my lips to know that I’m wet. I know I’ll be walking around all day today lit up like a bonfire. Damn them for turning me into an addict.
Everything is still so vivid, it’s like my two British lovers are still touching me and bringing me to the brink. How do they manage to keep pushing the envelope like that? I still can’t believe they both came all over me. Feeling their release drip between my pussy lips was surreal. That’s another first for me. The worst part—I guess I really should say the best—is that I absolutely relished the experience. The fact that it was so forbidden made it so good. Afterwards, when I walked around that cocktail party, each step was a reminder that they own me—body, mind and soul. Fuck.
I hug my cup of coffee closer to my chest. Had I consumed more than two glasses of wine last night, I would’ve blamed the alcohol, but I can’t. There was too much going on at the cocktail party for me to be tipsy, let alone drunk. I needed to be sure that my head was screwed on properly. Yeah, right. I guess that goal went flying out the window when my pussy did all the thinking for me. Honestly, when I get back to New York, I should just enter a convent. I mean really. Why bother trying to date for the rest of my natural life? I’ll never find anyone who can unravel me the way Ethan Gordimer and Xander Emerson do. I shake my head, still unable to believe how far I dared to go last night.
“Jesus,” I say aloud.
“If he’s standing outside our building, please wave him up, because I’d like to have a word or two with him.” I jump at Jackie’s voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Is that how you greet people in the morning in America? We tend to say good morning here in Britain. It’s a little friendlier.” She grins at me.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought you were at Nathan’s.”
“So are you telling me Jesus isn’t downstairs? Crap. I could have really used a little tête-à-tête with the big boss. I wish there was a way of communicating directly with God… you know, via a special mobile phone or something. Maybe She can help me if Jesus isn’t hanging out outside our door.”
I look at her, confused for a second, and then I get it. “You’re just being silly.” Clearly, all of these orgasms are affecting my brain.
“Actually I’m not.” She sighs. She takes a few steps and comes to stand next to me. I turn to look at her. “The reason I’m here and not sleeping next to Nathan is because his son broke his curfew. Again.”
“Oh, no.” I sympathize.
“Last night it was really bad. Instead of coming back home at ten o’clock like Nathan asked him to, he showed up at one o’clock in the morning smelling like booze. Again. Nathan was furious. His ex was borderline hysterical when she found out. Rightly so, Nathan lost it on his son. After a while I just couldn’t handle all the screaming and fighting. I told him it’s best if he spends time sorting
things out with his kid. I called a taxi and came back home. I tossed and turned half the night trying my best to pretend that I didn’t miss him, but I do. When I heard you in the kitchen, I decided to get up and join you.”
“My God, I’m so sorry. Was I making too much noise?”
She shakes her head. “No. I wasn’t getting much sleep anyways and I need to get to work. I might as well show up early and knock off a few things on my list that I’ve been procrastinating on.”
“Yeah, I was planning on heading to the gallery early as well. After last night, I’m expecting a tsunami of work to land on my desk this morning. Not to mention Ashley wants us in by eight. Since it’s only five in the morning, I’ll have a quick breakfast, get ready, stroll to the Tube and make my way to the gallery and have a head start.”
“How was the auction?”
“I only went to the cocktail party, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
“That said, I heard Ethan cleaned house and snatched the most coveted pieces.” I try my best to sound as casual and unaffected as possible when his name slips across my tongue. “Everybody was talking about it.” I add that last part so it sounds more legit.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I nod with a slight smile. “He was representing a bevy of clients.” I adopt an exaggerated professional tone.
“Did Ethan stay for the cocktail party?”
“Yes.” I keep it at one word to avoid giving too much away.
“Were you able to sneak away for a little something-something or was it all business between the two of you?”
My cheeks blush furiously. I guess I did a poor job at playing Mrs. Cool. Jackie’s eyes pop open wide as saucers. I look away so she can’t read into my soul, but what she says next makes me realize how futile that exercise was. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. In my experience, tapping into the exhibitionist hiding inside—because after all, you just don’t know if you’ll get caught—can make for some pretty hot and steamy makeout sessions. That’s when the naughty gets good.” Out of all of the words in the English dictionary, when the Brits say ‘naughty’ it sounds far more depraved than when we say it. “Was Xander on a business trip or something? I would have assumed that you would’ve ended up going back to their place afterwards for a little something extra?” There she goes waggling her eyebrows knowingly again.
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