Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “Fuck,” I moan. My girlfriend’s mouth moves up and down my cock, licking me, then sucking my mushroom tip, her fingers flirting with my big balls.

  “Take him deeper, love,” Ethan orders. “You know you can.” I watch, shocked, as my best friend places his hand on the back of Delilah’s head, forcing her to swallow a few more inches of me. Fuck, he’s never done that before. Ethan is staring straight at me. Daring me to protest. I don’t. This feels too fucking good. The way he dominates her, pushing her to make me lose my mind, is surreal.

  “Jesus,” I hiss. My eyes close for a fraction of a second as my head lolls backwards. I should thank Ethan for coaxing her to suck more of me, but I can only speak in monosyllabic words. Delilah follows Ethan’s imposed rhythm and glides her lips up and down my cock for several blissful minutes.

  “That’s it,” Ethan says. “Keep at it. Suck Xander’s big cock like it’s your only salvation.” She laps at me with more fervor. “Show him how much you worship his foot-long.” Her eyes are imploring, almost begging me for validation.

  “Yeah,” I whisper. There’s so much more I want to say to her, but this is all I can give right now. Between her wonderful lips and Ethan’s lewd commands, my brain is on leave of absence.

  “Don’t forget his heavy balls,” Ethan says. “They deserve your attention.” Her hands slide underneath them and they tighten at her contact. “I want you to kiss them before sucking one of them. Use your dirty little mouth to make my best friend happy.”

  “Christ,” I grunt as one of my balls disappears in her mouth. “Goddammit,” I hiss when she closes gently on it.

  I’m not sure what’s gotten into Ethan, but I could get used to this.

  “Fuck, mate.” This is the first time in the last few minutes that I’m able to string two words together. “What are you doing?” I pant.

  “Do you want me to ask her to stop?” Ethan asks. I shake my head vehemently. “I didn’t think so.” Ethan grins, proud of himself. He lowers his eyes and focuses on our girlfriend again. “More, love.” He’s killing me. My heart is beating so fast right now, it’s ridiculous. Delilah’s mouth is dripping all over me. “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, I’ll let Xander release his cum in the back of your throat.” Delilah moans. I growl. This is pure filth and yet I wouldn’t have it any other way. “You smutty girl. You want to drink him up?” She lets out a grunt when Ethan smacks her ass cheeks in a series of slaps.

  “Shit.” The vibration reverberates all the way down to my balls. I shoot my best friend a what-the-fuck searing stare. He just smiles. Everything about him indicates he’s fully aware he’s torturing me through her.

  “I’m fucking close, mate,” I say between gritted teeth.

  “It’s too early, Xander.” What? He lets go of Delilah’s head. “Stop sucking him. I have something else in mind.”

  “You can’t do that.” I’m blinking incredulously at him. “I need to come.” Since when do I have to plead with him to give into my release?

  “I know you can hold it longer, mate.” He stretches out on the bed and reaches inside the drawer of the night table to pull out one of the two boxes of condoms we bought earlier.

  “That may be the case, but I don’t want to. Her wet lips are warm and I’m nearing the edge.” I’m fully aware I’m pouting like a five-year-old. “You just asked her if she wanted my load inside her mouth. I’m ready to give it to her.”

  “I said. Not. Now.” And just like that he delivers his verdict.

  “You’re fucking with me, mate.”

  “I know I am.”

  “Bastard.”

  “You say that now, but you’ll thank me later. I think it’s time to change the program.” What now? “Sheath that bad boy. I want her to ride it,” he announces. That’s not that bad after all. “I want her bouncing off your cock when you spill inside her.” He throws a condom packet my way and I catch it with one hand. Okay, I can live with that. I roll the protective shield over my cock under the careful observation of my girlfriend and my best friend. Ethan gets on his knees and scoots right behind Delilah. He brushes her hair behind her shoulders, leans in near her ear and whispers loudly, “Climb on Xander and lower that luscious pussy on his cock.”

  I’ve heard Ethan talk dirty more times than I can count. Yeah, I get a kick out of it, but I’m usually pretty levelheaded about it. Everything is different today. For some reason his words are getting me worked up. “Come on, love, up you go.” He guides Delilah up to her feet, then he has her straddle my hips. I watch the whole process, riveted, my cock swelling—I’m so fucking ready for this it almost hurts. Scratch that. I’m so desperate for a release, I’m teetering on the border of having blue balls. She hovers over my now monster erection, her pussy so wet it’s practically dripping. Here I thought I had done a good job lapping everything I could. She places her arms against my shoulders for support and slowly she lowers herself down onto my waiting cock. In the two weeks we’ve been fucking her, she no longer requires any prep time to swallow our twelve-inch cocks in one shot.

  I fill her up, grinding my balls against her ass. I’m so deep inside her, I stretch her pussy out with my thick cock. She bends down, her face to mine, pressing our foreheads together. We’re so connected right now. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” I pant.

  “Ditto, sexy.” Her adorable answer makes me laugh. I cup her face and kiss her. It’s not one of those quick pecks. It’s a long and passionate kiss. It’s my way of putting my words into action and showing her that my confession was more than lip service. My tongue is everywhere and she matches me lick for lick. I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling it in fistfuls. I pump into her a few erratic times, oblivious to everything else other than my urgent thrusts. Suddenly she clenches her pussy as she clamps down on me before letting out a long wail. That’s when I feel Ethan’s closeness. He’s right behind her. From the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, I can only assume his fingers are pushing up into her opening. “Yes,” she hisses, arching her back. Like a woman lost in the chasm of ecstasy, she starts gyrating her hips back and forth. “Oh, fuck,” she shouts, like she’s in pain. Her glazed eyes and the way she bites down against her lips suggest otherwise. I’m sure my best friend is finger-fucking her ass. She moans in the most delicious way. The thought of both of us giving her pleasure drives me wild. The sexy imagery fuels me. I begin to thrust inside her like a piston, my hips bouncing on the bed like a man possessed, our skin slapping salaciously, my balls smacking against her and sending inebriating shots of current up to my brain.

  “Spread wider for me. I want you to take in more of his cock,” Ethan orders. She doesn’t argue. In this position, I’m so deep inside her, I could seriously negotiate with him to allow me to never get out. “You like what he’s doing to you?” Delilah whimpers. “Imagine when it’s my cock claiming your ass and then Xander’s cock.” She gasps. “We intend on taking turns fucking your tight virgin ass, just like we do with your pussy. Soon you’ll be ready for both of us to stuff you with our cocks at the same time.”

  She sobs. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against my chest, kissing her everywhere my lips can reach. Don’t take the gesture for kindness, I’m simply preparing her before I layer on what Ethan started.

  “You want it, don’t you?” I ask. “You’re dying to find out how it feels to have your two very well-hung boyfriends take good care of you, honor your body with their cocks and make you come so hard you’ll start cursing in a foreign language.” Even though it’s a confirmation more than a question, she nods in a series of quick staccatos. “Don’t worry, it’s coming,” I tell her.

  “Arghhh,” she grunts, arching her back even more. Delilah grinds against me more frenetically.

  “Xander, you’re going to love her ass,” Ethan exclaims, pumping in and out of her. I have no doubt. His upper body moves in rhythm with his thrusts, telling me he’s going deeper than I thought he would. Given this i
s her first time, I guess he has no intention of showing her any mercy. His grin is nearly demoniac. If I look close enough, I’m sure I’ll see drool dripping from the side of his mouth. This moment right here is so depraved, perverted, debased and twisted. In other words, it’s fucking amazing. I close my eyes in order to properly honor Delilah’s pussy. If I focus on the carnal expression she’s flashing at me, I’ll shoot my load early.

  The skin slapping, moaning and grunting go on for several mind-blowing minutes. The room is permeated by the wonderful aroma of sex. Ethan has put a temporary pause on his dirty talking. I’m completely consumed with my head lolling backwards when Delilah shouts her discontent at something. “No. Please, don’t stop, Ethan.” I pop open my eyes to find out what’s gotten her so upset. The next thing I know is Ethan is kneeling next to Delilah and I, gripping his hard cock. “You can’t do this to me,” she laments.

  “I can’t hold it much longer. I need you to give into your release, Delilah, before I’m able to enjoy mine,” he says. “Make her come, Xander. Now,” he orders. From the throbbing protruding veins running along his cock, I’d say his resolve is fraying fast. It’s not as if I’m too far from coming undone myself.

  “But I want it like before,” she protests. “If your fingers aren’t inside me, it’s not going to be the same.” Her revelation startles us both. Look who’s already addicted to anal stimulation?

  “You need that to climax, love?” I guess Ethan is as dumbfounded as I am.

  “I want to come as hard.” Her blinking eyes shift from Ethan’s to mine.

  “Let’s make you see God once more.” Ethan chuckles. Delilah and I laugh. Ethan stretches out, grabs the butt plug and the bottle of lube still sitting near the pillows. He coats the sex toy and he’s right back hovering over her. “I’d love nothing more than for you to come clenching my fingers, but I need both hands to take care of my cock.” He’s right. The only way to properly wank when you’re as big and as long as we are is by gripping the base of your cock while the other hand strokes furiously. “I want us to come together. Is that okay with you?”

  “I want that too,” she says.

  “Good.” He kisses her cheek. “This will have to do.” He wiggles the toy and she laughs. “Ready?”

  “Fill me up.” Her tone is so seductive it’s like warm honey. Fuck. That answer right there is one of the reasons why I won’t last much longer.

  I watch as Ethan inserts the toy. She whimpers. I grunt when she squeezes her pussy around my cock. Ethan slaps her ass and it’s almost as if he’s given her permission to carry on. She resumes riding me. Ethan walks on his knees until he stations himself at our left side. He rests his weight against his folded legs and fists his cock. He starts stroking, his eyes glued to us. His cadence is slow and steady at first, but it doesn’t take time for him to pick up speed. Soon his hand is traveling so fast against his cock while the other one grips his base so tight, causing his balls to look much bigger than they are. His breathing is heavy and from the way he has his lower lip wedged between his teeth, I’m expecting him to explode all over this bed any minute now.

  Delilah angles her hips and suddenly her pussy hair tickles against my skin. Little mix. Our eyes meet and I can tell she’s aware I’m onto her.

  “I know what you want,” I say. She doesn’t answer. She simply looks away shyly. After everything we’ve put her through, I’m surprised there’s still a shred of innocence left in her. “You need me to rub you off?” I tease.

  “Please.” If I weren’t this close to her, I wouldn’t have heard that. Ethan finds the strength to grin at me in the midst of his furious stroking.

  I slide a finger between Delilah and I until I’m pressing against her clit. I don’t have to coax her. She immediately starts to rock her hips back and forth. It’s no longer about my cock. It’s all about her now. She sways in jerky movements, panting profusely as her body quivers.

  “Are you close?” My voice is shaking. The truth is, I’m holding on by a thread.

  “Oh, God, Xander.” Just like when Ethan asked the same question a few minutes ago, she’s not answering. She’s too lost. “Oh, Jesus.” She keeps calling a higher power, but she’s not telling me what I want to hear.

  With a grunt, I tilt my hips up and shove deep inside her pussy, sinking in all the way to my balls. For good measure, I close my index finger and thumb around her clit and press hard. I’m not giving her a choice in the matter. “Come for us,” I command. I let go of her hips and place my other hand behind me for maximum leverage.

  “Oh, fuck.” Her head drops backward. She’s holding me by the back of the neck. Her interlaced fingers prevent her from falling against the mattress. We’re an arm’s length apart. Her head is tilted so far back that the ends of her hair sweep like feathers against my legs. I take that as my cue. I lean forward and pull her nipple inside my mouth and bite down. That does it. She loses her mind. If I thought her wails were overwhelming when we first made her climax, they pale in comparison to this sweet symphony.

  “I’m fucking coming.” Ethan’s supreme control comes to an end. “Goddammit.” He’s grunting so loud, his cries wash out Delilah’s desperate moans.

  Watching them freefall takes me over the edge. I come so hard I swear I’m temporarily blinded. “Jesus Christ,” I growl.

  It takes several long seconds before my thoughts are coherent again. I sit still, hugging her trembling body against mine, soaking in her whimpers as I relish in the post-coital waves of pleasure that roll over me.

  “That was insane.” I’m not sure how Ethan manages to speak, but his words are spot on.

  Whatever we’ve shared with women in the past is a farce compared to this. We might not be able to call it love—yet—but I’m falling for Delilah. I can’t imagine it’s much different for Ethan.

  CHAPTER 54

  Delilah

  Ethan and Xander dropped me off at my place a few minutes ago. Once I kissed them goodbye, I raced up the stairs to make it in time for my call with my best friend. As the gallant men they are, my boyfriends wanted to walk me all the way to my door, but I successfully managed to wiggle myself out of a potentially dirty situation. Let’s face it, when the three of us are in the same room, things end in one way—with all of us shouting our heads off as we climax together. Since Jackie is spending the night at Nathan’s again, that means I have the place all to myself. I wouldn’t put it past either of them to want to take advantage of that situation.

  Don’t get me wrong, my sex-filled weekend of outrageous wantonness was mind-blowing. That said, if I don’t share everything that’s transpired in my life in the last couple of days, I’m going to burst. Since Ashley wants us to show up super-early tomorrow, I thought it was best to come back here than to sleep nestled between my two boyfriends. I do use the word ‘sleep’ loosely. Since Friday night, I was lucky if I got more than four hours of shuteye each night.

  Like every single week since I’ve been in London, Monday promises to be a particularly long day. With the addition of all the work surrounding the gala, I’m sure I’ll be crawling by two o’clock in the afternoon, too exhausted to even walk. If my body doesn’t have a full night’s worth of sleep, I’ll never make it. I appreciate how understanding my guys have been and how they didn’t try to pressure me into staying longer at their place.

  After dumping my weekend bag in my bedroom, I grab my laptop and rush to the living room. I’m nearly bouncing off the couch as I connect to Skype. When I see her beautiful face on the screen, I started clapping.

  “Maggie,” I shout. My smile stretches from ear to ear.

  “Holy Jesus, Dee, whatever you have to tell me must be monumental because you’re positively radiating.” Those are the first words to come out of her mouth.

  “Of course it’s epic,” I retort. “Duh. That goes without saying.” I roll my eyes. “Why else would I have texted you yesterday morning demanding that you change your plans so that you can stay home on a Sunday af
ternoon to chat with your cousin?” I know I’m being a little dramatic, but I can’t help it.

  “Okay, let’s narrow it down. Is it about the gala?” she asks. I shake my head. “Is it about work in general?” I shake my head again. “Hmmm.” She taps her index finger against her chin. “I’m not doing too good at this. Let me try again.” Her voice is mocking. “Is it about the fact that you’re about to send a letter to the prime minister of Britain to demand that he speaks to Mother Nature about the crappy weather?”

  “No, silly. That last guess is absolutely ridiculous.”

  “I know. I’m totally yanking your chain. So…”

  “So…” I parrot.

  “How many orgasms did your two lovers subject you to over the weekend?”

  “Lovers?” My eyebrows knit.

  “Yeah, Ethan and Xander. Aren’t those the two Brits who have been sending you to Heaven and back?” She falls for it.

  “Oh, you mean my boyfriends?”

  “Huh?” Maggie’s eyes open wide. For a few minutes she seems to be looking for her words. “What did you say?”

  “Boyfriends,” I repeat boldly.

  Maggie lifts her index finger at the scream. “Delilah Belle Babcock, are you telling me that those two British hunks asked you to be their girlfriend?” Her neck cranks at each word. It’s hilarious.

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  “You wouldn’t joke about something like that?”

  “With my shitty dating track record? Never. Trust me, Maggie, I still have to pinch myself to believe that I’m not dreaming. It’s still so hard for me to believe that I’m actually awake and that Ethan Gordimer and Xander Emerson are my boyfriends.”

  “Holy mother of God. Dee, that’s incredible news. You’ve finally kicked Paul’s bad omen out of your life.”