Playful Temptation

by Scarlett Avery

  Her lips form an O, instantly hardening my cock. How does she keep doing that to me?

  “I have another question.” She averts her gaze.

  Ah. Delilah’s innate shyness takes over. As much as I get a kick out of her inexperience, the most submissive women I know are also incredibly confident. Delilah has given us a glimpse of her self-assurance the first time we all met and again earlier today at her place when Ethan and I were joking around. I know it’s in there. I’m determined to pull it from her when it comes to her asking for what she wants from us. We’re definitely in control of her pleasure, but I want her to formulate her question.

  “We’re all ears,” I say. “Don’t ever be afraid of asking us anything.”

  “Ethan is absolutely right,” Xander says. “Nothing is off limits with us. If you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with us, you’re not going to trust us enough to let go. It’s only when you submit fully that we can make you lose your mind.”

  “Okay. Thanks for saying that.” She inhales and let out a long breath before speaking again. “So on one of the sites I was on… they were showing the best positions for when you’re with two guys. One of them was… you know…” I lean in towards her, hoping the proximity will give me a better insight on what she’s trying to say. “It kind of looked like …” She waves her index finger between the two of us. “I mean, I guess it’s to be expected…” Huh? Her question is on the tip of her tongue, but she’s unable to spit it out.

  “Was that American or Texan? I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t understand a thing,” I tease.

  “I didn’t get any of that either. Delilah, you’re going to have to try that again. This is the second time in the last few minutes that you’re forcing me to agree with Xander. We can’t make that a habit,” Ethan mocks. Wanker. I elbow him for his impertinence.

  “Gosh, I’m not sure how to say it.” She inhales again, this time more dramatically. Her tits rise and fall and my eyes follow her luscious globes. If my cock gets any harder, I won’t be able to get up, let alone walk. “Here goes nothing,” she warns. She closes her eyes. “Are you both going to be inside me at the same time?” she blurts out.

  Ethan and I wait for her to open her eyes. It’s clear we’re both fighting off a smile. When she does, he tackles her concern. “It wouldn’t be fair to you or to us to start like that.” I don’t think it’s realistic to expect her to take on two twelve-inch cocks at the same time tonight. “A real man doesn’t fuck a woman’s ass unless he’s certain she’s ready. You’re not there yet, love. Xander and I will need to prep you before we claim that part of you.” Damn, he’s a straight shooter.

  “Oh,” she whispers. Her expression changes to one of relief.

  “There’s no point in rushing things,” Ethan continues. “There’s so much we can explore together that will be incredibly exciting for you and that will bring you an insane amount of pleasure—which is our number one priority. It’s always about you first.”

  “It’s going to be a lot like it was at Hush, with a slight twist. First, all three of us will be naked.” I waggle my brows. Ethan chuckles. She rewards me with a heartfelt laugh. “Second, instead of watching Ethan finger-fuck your pussy, I might stroke my cock until I explode or I might get you to wrap your lips around me and suck me dry.” Delilah’s jaw drops. Perhaps I should have filtered that information a little more. “I’m sorry. That might have been too blunt. I hope I haven’t scared you?” I ask, concerned. I’d hate myself if I did.

  “You shocked the heck out of me, but not enough for me to run out the door.”

  Good. “I’m glad to hear you say that you’re still open to us having a little fun together,” I reply. Ethan and I lock eyes and I can read an incendiary level of wantonness. Jesus Christ. Two things will happen. One, he’s going to take her without an ounce of mercy and make her forget her own name. Two, he’s going to come roaring in his hand while throwing commands at me on how he wants me to fuck her. I can sometimes guess, but tonight I’m not going to even attempt. Does it really matter? Either option involves me coming like a fucking animal.

  “So what are you going to do to me?” she asks nervously. “I hope I survive this.” Neither of us says a thing. It’s a loaded question in many ways. I know how feral and intense we can be. I’d have to lie to put her mind at ease. That’s no way to start a relationship. Not wanting to rush her doesn’t mean not pushing her way past her comfort zone. With each passing second she blinks more furiously. Every time she pulls her lower lip into her mouth, I just want to lunge across the table and take her mouth into mine. Damn. Ethan’s chair sliding against the wooden floor breaks the heavy silence. He gets up and walks around the table until he’s hovering over her. “Oh, gosh. Did I just put my foot into my mouth?” Her question is meant for Ethan, but her eyes are questioning mine.

  “Not at all, love.” He reaches his hand out to her. Almost as if she’s in a trance, she extends her hand and takes his. Ethan pulls her up until her body slams against his. He slides his large hands down the small of her back until they close over her round cheeks. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to grab these again,” he growls, squeezing her ass. Shit.

  “Ethan…”

  “Delilah, I appreciate all this is new for you and I promise we’ll give you no more than you can take. We can sit here all night and explain how we intend on ravishing your sexy body or we can simply get to it. I vote for the latter.”

  Ethan shifts his balance to dip Delilah and lays a voracious kiss on her lips. Nope. He doesn’t ask for permission. He never does. It’s exhilarating watching him thrusting his tongue inside her mouth while cupping her breast as she paws at him like a woman fearing she’ll drown if she doesn’t hold on tight.

  “Oh, my God,” she pants when he breaks their embrace. He raises her into a standing position. Her step falters when she tries to stand on her own. Ethan is quick. He catches her and brings her into his arms. “See what you do to me…” Her voice is so low, it’s unrecognizable. Fuck. I cup my throbbing cock and squeeze it as hard as I can take it. “You’re making it impossible for me not to want more.”

  “I wouldn’t want it any other way, love. Anything less would be a colossal waste of my time and yours. I’m pretty sure Xander would have something to say about it as well.” Ethan winks at me before he flashes her a mischievous grin.

  Delilah opens her mouth to say something, but Ethan makes sure she’s too busy to even think. He silences her by crushing her lips in an urgent kiss. She circles her arms around his neck before clamping both hands against his close-shaven scalp. Time to play. I get up and stride slowly towards them, taking in every single salacious second as I do.

  I grab her by the waist, press into her back and grind my impossibly hard cock against her. Fuck, this is amazing. My massive erection is nicely wedged right between the cheeks of her very plump ass. From the way she tries to step away from me, I bet this is too much to handle. It’s too bad she forgets she can’t go very far. Our sexy little redhead is sandwiched between two men who have been too consumed by her to even think about shagging another woman. My cock hasn’t seen a pussy since last Wednesday. That’s six very long days. Yeah, to say that I’m hungry like a wolf would be a grave understatement.

  “Good Lord, Xander.” Delilah’s cry resonates all the way to my cock. Without me having to ask, she leans against Ethan, lifting her ass up. Damn, what a view. “Shit,” she hisses when I slide my hands under her dress until I reach her butt cheeks. I squeeze them, relishing the feeling of the weight of them in my hands. Damn. I pull them apart before slapping them together. Fuck, I love that noise. This is way dirtier when she’s fully naked and I can see her hole when I part her ass, but this will do. It’s still naughty as hell. “Ah, ah, ah,” she pants. Oh, yeah, she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

  I straighten up to give her a respite. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You wanted to know how it was going to work between us, I’m simply giving you a crash course,”
I sneer.

  Ethan rewards my cockiness with a sly side grin. “Actions speak so much louder than words, mate,” he mocks.

  We lock eyes. “Bloody hell,” I mouth to Ethan. He nods in agreement. No doubt that huge smile I see on his face rivals my own.

  I raise an eyebrow when a filthy thought crosses my mind. “I’m willing to bet on something,” I state aloud.

  Our sweet little redhead’s head is nestled against my best friend’s chest, but at the sound of my question, she whips her head around, trying to look at me. I know her eyes are on me. Still, I choose to focus on Ethan.

  “I’m in such a good mood, I’ll gladly take you on,” Ethan encourages.

  Delilah looks between us, confused. I know this type of two-way conversation between Ethan and I can be very unsettling for the woman we share. That’s the whole point. If she doesn’t see it coming, it will be that much more enjoyable for all of us.

  “Something tells me that having the undivided attention of two alpha males like this is likely to make our sexy, curvy vixen wet.”

  “You think?” Ethan frowns. God, I love when he humors me like this.

  “Of course. I mean look at her. Those half-lidded eyes speak volumes, mate.” I laugh.

  “You do bring up a good point. Personally, I think that as a gentleman it’s only fair to ask her. I mean, how would I know if her sweet little pussy is ready for us or not?” Ethan is pushing me to take this further. I accept the challenge.

  “You’re absolutely right.” I lean towards the woman who looks so lost between us. My chest hovers over her back with my lips a fraction of a centimeter away from her ear. “Sweetheart, do you think if I were to slide my hand between your swollen lips, I could make you come by gliding my finger over your hard little clit? Are you wet enough for that or do you require a little more foreplay to get you there?” She gasps. Oh, trust me, I know how dirty that sounded. No words come out. I’m pretty sure she’s unable to reply to my provocative question. “I can already picture it—you gyrating back and forth against my fingers. You’re so drenched, you’d climax almost instantly. Of course, I expect you to be screaming out my name as you free-fall. Am I right or am I right?” I’m fully aware that I’m asking the same question twice. I want to make sure there’s no room for her to try to hide how aroused she is from us.

  “Jesus.” She exhales.

  “Let’s leave him out of this,” I tease. “What I have in mind doesn’t involve a higher power. A simple yes or no would suffice.”

  “Do you seriously expect me to answer that?” Her voice comes out so faint.

  “On second thought, you’re right. Why ask when I can find out for myself?” Without giving her time to react, I yank her dress up and slide my hands over her panties. Fucking Christ.

  “Ah.” Delilah squirms at my assault.

  “My God, Ethan, she’s dripping for us. It’s all over my hand and I’ve barely touched her.”

  “Fuck, mate. I don’t need to hear that,” Ethan mocks. “My fucking cock is about to explode as it is.” To prove his point he slides his hand down to his crotch and squeezes while letting out a deep growl. Delilah whimpers.

  “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” I peel my eyes away from Ethan’s to focus on Delilah. “Your pussy will be the end of me, sweetheart,” I whisper as my fingers trail over the satin fabric of her underwear until I wedge my fingers between her warm thighs. I push her panties aside and slide two fingers into her very slick warmth.

  “Mother of God,” she shouts.

  “Oh, fuck, mate, it’s better than I remember,” I grunt. Ethan’s eyes are half-hooded and the desire I read only intensifies the connection between us.

  Delilah lets out a strangled sound. Ethan bends his knees a little, places two fingers underneath her chin, tilts her head back and presses his lips against hers. He swallows her desperate moans.

  When Ethan waggles his eyebrows, I already know he’s about to add fuel to the fire. “Mmm, as tempting as that sounds, I have to wonder…”

  “About what?” I enquire.

  “If she’s as wet as you s—”

  “Take my word for it. She is.” Without missing a beat, I pump my fingers in and out of her. She pants and wiggles her ass at me. I’ll take that as my reward.

  “As I was saying,” Ethan continues. “If her pussy is dripping that much, I wonder how fast she’d come if I were to latch onto her clit with my lips.”

  “I’m no expert, but I think she’d lose her mind on contact. I doubt you’d even have to press against her clit that hard for her to shoot off like a rocket.” I bite off a smile.

  Are we playing fair? No. But she’ll be the one benefiting from it.

  “Please stop. Both of you. I’m begging on my knees,” Delilah says.

  “Sweetheart, you don’t even know what that means yet,” I quip.

  “Xander, I can’t take this anymore,” she pleads.

  “You want me to stop touching you? Pleasing you? Worshiping you? Is that it?” I ask.

  “No. Don’t you dare,” she barks.

  “Feisty.” I’m impressed.

  “You know exactly what I mean. No more talking dirty. I’m drunk from it. It’s as if I’ve gulped an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in one shot.”

  “We’re too horny for you. You won’t win on that one.” Ethan is right.

  “I’m counting my lucky stars that you want me as much as I want you, but if you guys continue, your words will likely kill me. They’re that potent.”

  “Let’s get one thing clear, Delilah, Xander and I control this dance. From now on, we do as we please with your dripping pussy, your big tits, your sweet full ass and pretty much every other delicious part of you. Do understand?” She nods shyly. “Do you want us to make you come over and over again?”

  She looks at me first and then at Ethan. “Of course I do,” she whispers.

  “Good. We’re on the same page, love. Here’s the deal—we push you beyond your limits so that you lose all of your senses. You take what we give you like the good girl that you are—and that includes our filthy mouths. In return, we’ll make you scream your head off so loud they’ll hear you all the way back in Texas.”

  “God.” Her voice comes out so faint.

  Ethan let his words sink in before speaking again. “Now, do you still want us to stop?”

  She shakes her head vehemently, bouncing her eyes from mine to be my best friend’s. Well, that little segment just got me hornier than I thought possible.

  “Why don’t we take this up to my bedroom,” I suggest. I’m done with the foreplay part of the evening. “I need to relieve my rock-hard erection inside Delilah’s slippery pussy.” Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to say something, but she reconsiders. I’m sure my assertive confession and Ethan’s warning keeps her silent.

  She shifts her eyes away from mine and she stares up at Ethan helplessly. He reaches out and runs a finger over her lips. I’m not even sure if she’s aware that her mouth is gaping open. His cheeks crease in a smile. “I like the way you think, Xander. Lead the way, mate.” I pull away from our tight circle with a few steps backwards. Ethan bends down to scoop Delilah up into his arms. Her body goes rigid and she resists. “What’s wrong?” Ethan asks.

  “It’s—it’s okay.” She hesitates. “You really don’t have to do that. I can walk.”

  “And you do a fine job of it in those sexy killer heels.” My answer flies out of my mouth before I have time to think about it.

  Ethan chuckles. “Trust me, I know that. From the number of times I’ve walked behind you at the gallery with a monster erection while salivating over your hips swaying from left to right, I should be thrown in jail. That said, I want to carry you upstairs to Xander’s bedroom and throw your curvy body onto the mattress before we have our way with you. You don’t have a problem with that, right?” In Ethan’s world, that’s not a question. Without warning, he flings her over his shoulder and walks past me. Her ass is st
icking up in the air, tempting me. I’m unable to resist. I slap her on both cheeks. If she were naked, I’d leave my imprint on her beautiful white skin. She yelps in surprise.

  “At least wait until we get upstairs before you start spanking her ass,” Ethan throws over his shoulder without breaking his stride towards the stairs.

  “Mother of God, I’m doomed,” Delilah laments.

  She’s right. “Let’s just say Ethan nor I have any intention of sparing you.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Delilah

  Ethan charges forward with me flung over his shoulder. Xander follows right behind us and I have to bite my inner cheek not to laugh. The man is practically bouncing and he’s sporting the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on a human being in my life. Not a word of a lie, he’s practically foaming at the mouth with anticipation. A part of me should be scared shitless, but surprisingly I’m not. It feels freaking awesome to be the girl men yearn for with this much fervor. We pass the large kitchen and Ethan takes a right up a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. He’s moving with such ease and fluidity, I’m baffled. For a second, I’m tempted to believe that I weigh nothing more but a feather. He’s not huffing, puffing or complaining. He has the self-assurance of a superhero carrying the victim he vows to protect.

  We’ve barely stepped through the door of Xander’s bedroom before Ethan kicks it closed behind us. Did Xander even have time to make it in? When Ethan drops me to my feet, I get my answer. He’s here. I didn’t even notice when he walked pass Ethan. Xander walks towards the night table and turns on the lights, circles the large bed and does the same on the right side. He struts towards Ethan and stands right next to him. Just like at the dining room table, it’s them against me.

  A warning bell goes off in my head when his lower lip quivers and he arches his eyebrow. When he puckers his lips, I really start worrying. Even under these dim lights, what flashes across his eyes is pure lust. Perhaps I should revise this whole notion of me not being afraid of their appetite for me.