Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “You’re evil, mate.” I’m thoroughly impressed by Xander’s dominance.

  “No, bro, it’s for her own good.”

  “Should we tie her up as well? We wouldn’t want her to disobey us and touch herself despite the fact she knows better,” I add, sweetening the pot.

  The malice I read in Xander’s eyes is priceless. “Brilliant idea. I bet she’d look stunning in Japanese bondage.” The only reason we know anything about bondage is because we accompanied Marlene Draxler, a very tall and buxom German Xander was fucking, to a private underground club. She was in London on business for only two weeks. Xander had met her at a coffee shop, of all places. Other than being a real sex machine, Marlene was hardcore into BDSM, which explains why she was such an incredibly submissive woman in the bedroom. That night at the BDSM club was a real eye-opener. Neither Xander nor I were tempted to return. It was a bit much for both of us.

  “Okay, you two are officially scaring me.”

  “Relax, love. We’re pushing your buttons,” I reassure her. “We love kinky, but not that kind of kinky.” I rub her ass, hoping to calm her down.

  “Phew. Thank God. I’ve never had any desire to be chained, whipped or gagged. The idea of wax play makes me cringe and what’s up with those nipple clamps? That must hurt like hell.”

  “How do you even know that much about BDSM?” Xander asks.

  “I lived in New York. It’s amazing what you learn about your coworkers when they’ve had a few too many to drink.”

  We all laugh.

  I eat up the floor leading me to Xander’s bedroom, kick open the door with a primal grunt and turn on the lights. I reach the king-size bed and drop her on her feet. “Sit,” I order. Our little Texan obeys. The door behind me closes and in a flash, Xander is standing next to me.

  I kneel in front of her, bringing us at eye level with her. “I’m eager to get you naked. I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding underneath this sexy dress.” Without asking her permission, I start disrobing her.

  “I just want access to her tits. I can’t wait to latch on to them and suck on them hard,” Xander says, rubbing his cock.

  He loves her tits so much I’m sure that if I allow him to play with them long enough, he could come without even needing to slide his cock inside her. Heck, the hungry way he ravishes her tits with such voracious appetite when he has them in his mouth could also make me easily climax.

  “Down, boy. The wait is half the pleasure,” I remind him.

  “If you say so.” He shrugs, unconvinced.

  I shake my head at him before returning my focus to the luscious woman sitting in front of me. I wrap my arms around her and unzip her dress. She wiggles her arms out one at a time as if the anticipation is killing her. I sneer at her impatience. Our eyes lock and she returns my wide smile. I slide the fabric off her body. The movement is slow and deliberate.

  When I pull her dress all the way down to her waist, I let out a low growl at the sight of her underwear. “Christ,” I say under my breath. The nude-colored half-bustier bra with black embroidery she’s wearing is right up there in terms of ultimate fantasy. The scalloping detail that runs down the V is spectacular. “Why am I not surprised your lingerie selection could give me a heart attack?”

  “Sweetheart, those are absolutely lethal to any man with a bloody pulse… present company very much included,” Xander says.

  “My sentiments exactly,” I say.

  She laughs. “You said it was a special night.”

  “Indeed, I did. And you definitely came prepared.”

  Unable to contain myself, I slide a finger between her tits. The way they’re squeezed so tight and so high just makes me want to pull my cock out and nestle it right in the middle of her perfect globes. Alas, that will have to be for another time. Tonight is too important for me to be that greedy. Until Delilah comes, neither Xander nor I would ever dream of seeking our pleasure.

  Instead, I grope her breasts with my large hands and knead them languorously. She moans before closing her eyes and tilting her head back. When she does, her cascade of hair falls backward, revealing her face. She parts her lips, darts out her tongue and licks her lips. The delicious way she traces the contour of her lips makes my cock jealous. Fuck. Wanting more, I take things further. I lower the front part of her bra and scoop out one breast and then I do the same thing to the other.

  Every time I touch her tits, I’m always surprised at how heavy they are. There are breasts and then there are Delilah’s. With her tits exposed this way, her nipples are poking straight at me. Thank you, God. I circle her pink areola with the tip of my finger in an excruciatingly slow motion. Her body convulses at my touch. I surprise her by pinching her peaks. Her eyes pop open and she’s blinking at me furiously. It’s fun play… for now. It’s gentlemanly to allow my girlfriend a warm-up period.

  Every time I close my fingers around her nipples, she flashes me a cocky smile. Her blue eyes are veiled with naughtiness. I flick her nipples a few quick times. She responds by biting down against her lips. I love how her tits bounce every time I release the pressure around her nipples. The pulsating strain between my legs is unbearable. I cup my cock with one hand and close tight, doing my best to contain the incessant throbbing. With my free hand, I squeeze Delilah’s left nipple hard. With each one of her breathy pants, I exert more pressure. I don’t stop until her whole chest is flushed in that magnificent shade of pink I love so much.

  “Mmmmm.” She exhales.

  “Oh, yeah,” I respond through gritted teeth.

  “Jesus Christ,” Xander growls over my shoulder. “That’s so sexy to watch.”

  “I told you your patience would be rewarded, dear friend,” I volley without even bothering to turn my head.

  “No kidding. I should learn to trust you, but my cock has a mind of its own when I’m around her.”

  “Yours and mine both.” We chuckle. I unhook Delilah’s bra, allowing her tits to fall against her chest. Finally, there’s nothing obstructing my view. I place my hand against her chest and push. She falls backwards, giggling all the way down. “Lift your hips,” I command. I slide her dress down until the fabric is dangling from her feet. With one last pull, I remove it completely and lift it over my head. “This is too pretty to plop vulgarly on the floor. Xander, would you please take care of this?”

  “With pleasure.” He grabs the dress from my hands.

  I remove her heels and place them to the side. What a vixen. She matched her sandals with her lingerie. Normally, nothing would give me more pleasure than to feel her heels dig into my back as I pump my cock into her, but the type of misbehaving Xander and I have in mind doesn’t allow for shoes. My hands glide up her calves before traveling higher up until my fingers are pressed between her legs. “You’re already wet, love.”

  “It’s all your fault and you know it,” she quips.

  “I’m afraid you’re right.” There’s no hiding the impatience in my voice. “I’m proud to take full responsibility for your arousal and I solemnly promise to take you so high, your juices will be dripping down your legs.”

  “That kind of talk makes a girl really excited, mister.” That sexy accent of hers gets me every time.

  “Good. You should be. On a different note, you have great taste in fashion and your ability to select the sauciest lingerie is mind-boggling.”

  “Thank you.” She’s beaming with pride. “I was thinking of the two of you when I picked this out.” Her eyes drop to her panties.

  “You did?” She nods. Since Xander is quiet, I can only assume he’s enjoying the show. “Perhaps we should make room so you have a dedicated drawer for back-up underwear.” I wrap the sides of her panties around my fingers and pause.

  She lifts her head up, folds her arms underneath her and rests her body weight against her elbows. Slowly, her eyebrows draw together. “What for?”

  “For when I do this.” I pull the fabric apart to shred it before bringing it up to my nose. I inha
le her scent with my eyes closed. Fuck, she smells so good.

  “I can’t believe you did that.”

  “You know what Xander said about your tits?” She hesitates a few seconds, but eventually she nods. “That’s exactly how I feel about your pussy. The panties are absolutely delicious, but alas, they were in the way.” I grin from ear to ear.

  “I’m sure replacing her sexy collection will cost us a fortune, but it will be worth just to watch her reaction,” Xander mocks. “Now that there’s nothing stopping us, let’s get this party started.” He claps his hands together.

  “It’s high time to turn up the heat.” If my cock is jackhammering the way it is, I can only imagine how desperate he is for release. I get up and take a few steps backwards until we’re standing side by side. I’m still clutching Delilah’s soaked panties.

  Xander winks at me. I think it’s game time. “I’m warning you right now, it’s unlikely there will be any redemption for you tonight.” His hands are on the buttons of his shirt. “I have no intention of going easy on you and the only way you’ll get any shut-eye is if—or should I say when—you pass out from climaxing too many times in a row.”

  “Mate, we want to fuck her until she forgets which day of the week it is, we don’t want to kill her,” I caution.

  “She can handle it. Not to mention she’s had a few days of recovery time. That pussy is as ready as it’ll ever be.” Xander’s quivering lips are the only betrayal of his feigned stern expression.

  I feel obliged to at least pretend to play the good cop in this story. “You know—”

  “Hit me with your best shot, baby,” Delilah interrupts. “I’m Texan. That means I’m a whole lot of woman. You don’t need to pussyfoot around me. Give me what you got. And just in case that wasn’t crystal clear, I’m talking about all twelve inches of you. Once I’m done with Xander, I expect to ride yours, Ethan.” What?

  Xander’s head whips to the right. His eyes are as big as saucers. “Did you spike her wine or something? This bold Delilah is on fire.” He’s as astounded as I am.

  Well, hell. I thought it was going to be a lot harder to get Delilah where we want her—given the surprise we have in store for her—but I was wrong. This is child’s play. “I guess you’re right, Xander. I’m not sure why I’m trying to rein things in. She wants it wild. We’ll give it to her in spades.”

  “Mate, those words were freaking poetic. I think it’s time for us to up the ante. No more predictable sex.” My best friend winks at me.

  “You’re right, Xander. It’s been fairly vanilla so far. We’re done playing that game.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Predictable can be good.” Delilah is falling into our trap. “As for you, Ethan, I don’t know which sex books you’ve been reading lately, but I don’t see what’s so vanilla about three people coming at the same time.” The slight tremor in her voice only makes this more amusing.

  “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. Slow and steady were acceptable when we were just seeing you, but now that you’re our girlfriend we owe it to you to push you past what you thought conceivable. I don’t know what Ethan has in mind, but personally, I don’t intend on stopping until you’re freefalling down the abyss of pure wantonness while screaming your head off begging for mercy.” The visual from Xander’s description is mind-blowing.

  “Look who’s the poet now.” He’s definitely bringing it on tonight.

  She swallows hard. “Oh, God.” I guess Delilah isn’t finding this quite as amusing as we are.

  “Have we ever failed you so far?” I ask, biting off a smile.

  “Well…” Her eyes shift from left to right. “No.” Her answer comes laced with a shred of hesitation. “But remember those were the good old days of vanilla sex. I don’t know what the two of you have planned, but I have a feeling I’ll be at a disadvantage.”

  Xander jumps in to correct her. “It’s always about you, Delilah. Whatever we do to your body it’s always with the sole focus of taking you higher and higher.”

  “The question is, will you let us take you there? Do you trust us enough to take this journey blindly with us?” I know it’s a big question, but we’re breaking new ground tonight. We could reveal our plans, but that would take away all the fun for her.

  A few long seconds pass and she still hasn’t given us an answer. Neither Xander nor I pressure her. We’ll stand here as long as it takes. “I’m in.” The way her smile radiates across her face, I know her answer isn’t only about pleasing us. She really wants this. “There’s only one thing, though.” She sits up, commanding our attention.

  “She went from laying down the law to having demands. When does it end, mate?” Xander shakes his head. His expression is so hilarious.

  “Is it too late to reconsider roping her?” At this point in time, I can’t even keep a straight face.

  “I’m not falling for that one twice.” What a clever one. “Why don’t you hear me out before administering more punishment? Clearly I’ll never say no to spanking”—she laughs—“but I do have a valid point to make.”

  “We’re listening.” Xander crosses his arms over his large chest and taps his foot against the floor for show.

  “If we’re going to do it as dirty as you promise, how come I’m the only one who’s naked?” Her eyes are sparkling. She’s pretty proud of herself.

  “Now we’re talking.” Xander cheers.

  My best friend and I shuck out of our clothes, and Delilah watches without ever blinking. She makes no qualms about eating us up head to toe. As our trousers fall to the wooden floor, her gaze zooms in on our cocks.

  “Your bodies are undoubtedly sculpted by God Himself. That said, there are no words to describe such magnificent cocks. They’re so incredibly gorgeous—long, thick… and more importantly, mine.” Her confession stiffens my balls. There should be a time limit on how long a man should be allowed to remain in close proximity to a woman he can’t get enough of when he’s sporting a raging hard-on. I’m way past mine.

  Xander and I grin at each other before taking a few steps towards the bed to join her. He wastes no time sliding on the mattress and scooting his body next to hers. He reaches out and palms her luscious breasts, thumbing her nipples until she moans. It’s my turn to take on the role I enjoy so much—that of voyeur. Fuck, what a turn-on.

  “You’re so precious. We’re going to make you feel so good. So cherished. So well taken care of. You’ll never doubt who you belong to.” I love the way she looks at him—attention rapt, eyes hot, spellbound by his words. “Do you want that?” Delilah responds by fisting Xander’s cock. “Yeah,” he grunts, tilting his head back.

  He’s so hard, she’d only need to stroke him a few times before he comes all over her hand. We can’t have that. When a big glob of his moisture trickles out and drips to the bed, I know I have to intervene before it’s too late.

  “Delilah, I don’t recall asking you to alleviate Xander’s obvious desire?”

  She looks up at me, surprised. I can see her thinking carefully before she responds. “No, but—”

  “In that case, let go of his cock.” Her half-lidded eyes are pleading. “Now, Delilah,” I growl. Reluctantly she obeys. Xander gives me a what-the-fuck look. I ignore him. He knows exactly what we have in store for her and his cock isn’t on the menu—not yet anyways. “On your hands and knees, love.” I’m happy to let Xander warm things up, but I’m the ringmaster here. “I want your head facing the wall in front of you.” My voice is domineering and certain. I doubt she’ll argue. I wait until her big beautiful ass is looking at me before barking my next set of commands. “Xander, slide underneath her. Her pussy is yours.”

  His mood immediately lightens up. His lips curve into a wicked grin. When he’s on his back he looks up at me and mouths, “Fucking amazing.” I smile.

  “Is she wet yet or does she need a little tongue action to get her there?” I ask.

  “Mate, even if she were dripping right into my mouth, I’d
still offer my tongue.”

  “Brilliant repartee—”

  “I thought so,” he interrupts. Wiseass.

  “Let’s keep it to my original question, shall we?”

  “Well, just keep that in mind. If you need me to lick her into a frenzy, I’m your guy,” he quips.

  “I have no doubt you are.” I nod. “Her pussy?”

  “I’m right on it,” he winks. We’re masters at teasing, but tonight we deserve a gold medal. Xander slips two fingers into Delilah’s pussy, pumps them a few times and then inserts a third one.

  Delilah lowers her ass to welcome his intrusion. “God.” she cries out. She gyrates her hips from left to right, but Xander clamps his left hand on her waist to hold her still.

  Watching him finger-fuck her is always such a turn-on, but having him do it while her ass is fanned open like this begging for my tongue is a fucking dream.

  “As I suspected, our girlfriend is bloody soaking.” Grinning and with his eyes fixated on me, he pulls his fingers out of her dripping pussy and brings them to his face. He lifts his fingers up to his nose to take in her musky aroma before sliding them into his mouth and sucking loudly. Fuck. The combination of the expression on his face and the salacious noise he’s making is certifiably hot.

  With Herculean effort, I keep my composure. Instead of gripping my cock and wanking it until I come all over her beautiful ass, I simply say, “Good.”

  Xander mouths, “Sure.” Fucker.

  “We bought you another little gift. Do you want to see it?” I ask, focusing on Delilah again.

  “Y’all got little ol’ me something else? You really didn’t have to.” Her exaggerated Texan accent suggests she’s teasing me.

  “We couldn’t just stop at one gift.” I match her mocking tone.

  “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!”

  Xander looks up at me, confused. I shrug to let him know I’m as lost as he is. “I really don’t understand what that means, but if it has anything to do with my hands on your ass, I’m in.”