Playful Temptation

by Scarlett Avery

  “Well, it all depends on whom those two guys are.”

  “You’re a sassy little one.” I marvel at her smart repartee.

  “It’s the two of you against me. I have to hold my own. I just can’t drop to my knees sobbing and begging.”

  “Yes, you can,” I quip. Xander rewards me with a wide smile.

  “Where I come from, a girl needs to know exactly where she stands.” She curls up her lips, obviously proud of her answer.

  “In that case, allow me to spell it out for you.” I lift her heavy hair off her neck and run my tongue along the side. “I’m one.”

  Xander closes in on her left side. “And I’m the other, sweetheart.”

  “Do you know where you stand now?” I run my finger over her lips.

  “Or do we need to be more blatantly clear?” Xander’s mouth trails back down her neck and lands on the top of her back. She gasps when his teeth scrape her skin before pulling at the neckline of her black top.

  “I think I’m crystal clear now,” she whispers.

  “Good, because I don’t want to waste anymore time. I want her out of these clothes now, Xander,” I growl. My best friend looks up at me and we lock eyes for a few short seconds. He knows exactly where I’m going with this.

  He flashes me a complicit grin before talking again. “I think Ethan is impatient, sweetheart. Let’s get you naked before he rips this sexy outfit off of your body.” Without giving her a chance to respond, Xander is already pulling her top off. She lifts her hands in the air without being prompted. Good girl.

  “Fuck.” The sight of her huge tits covered by a bright green bra that’s as vivid as a Granny Smith apple is magnificent. The little pink bow that’s in the middle acts as a tease. Unable to contain myself, I drop my hand to my crotch and squeeze my hard cock. Her breasts are so generous they spill over at the top. Thank you, God. “The skirt, Xander,” I command before getting up.

  “Where are you going?” she asks, blinking at me confused.

  “Sometimes I like to participate, sometimes I need to watch before I join in on the action. The anticipation makes me that much more feral. Since I intend on taking you like a wild beast tonight, this is my warm-up,” I answer before walking to the seat she sat on a few minutes ago. I kick the ottoman to the side and plop my body down on the chair. “From this vantage point, I can catch all the saucy action.” I grin.

  “You’re just going to sit there and watch?” She’s blinking even faster now.

  “No. I’m going to dictate how this night unfolds. I’ll decide when you and Xander come.”

  “Really?” she asks incredulously.

  “Really.”

  “You’re not going to join us?” I hear disappointment in her question and a sense of contentment fills me.

  “I didn’t say that. I’ll get naked and stroke my cock while I tell Xander what to do to you. Don’t worry, I don’t intend on coming in my hand. I’ll be either in your mouth or in your pussy.”

  “Jesus. You can’t be serious.” Her statement is feeble and weak. I suspect she already knows the answer.

  “I—”

  “Trust me, sweetheart, he is.” Xander answers for me.

  “And you don’t mind?” Her question is directed at Xander.

  “You mean him being in control of my climax?” Xander asks. She nods. It’s a question a lot of women we’ve shared in the past have asked. We’re used to it. “I think you know by now that we’re not bisexual. I have no interest in Ethan touching or kissing me. The only time I want to see him naked—other than in the changing rooms before and after a football match—is when we’re playing together. When it comes to my cock, I have no desire for him to drop to his knees and suck me. I’d much prefer you do it. I know for a fact that it’s the same for him. When we’re all together like this, it’s all about you, sweetheart. Only you. That said, when he uses me to get his fix and forces me to hold off my release until he gives me permission to let loose, it’s fucking explosive because the buildup in my balls is so overpowering. I doubt it will come as a surprise if I told you we’re both voyeurs.” She shakes her head. “Let’s just say Ethan is far more dedicated than I am.” My best friend chuckles. “So to answer your question, no, I don’t mind one bit.” Xander grins from ear to ear. Delilah’s shoulders drop. It seems the tension she was holding on to has dissipated. I know Xander sees it too. He shifts his eyes to where I’m sitting. “I’m sure Ethan is eager to get things rolling.”

  “I am,” I acknowledge.

  “Sweetheart, stand up so I can remove your skirt.”

  She does as she’s told, but falters. Xander catches her.

  “Forget about the wine and the Irish coffees, you guys are making me more intoxicated than if I had guzzled down a whole bottle of hundred-and-ninety-two-proof vodka,” she offers as an explanation.

  That’s a great analogy. “We aim to please,” I sneer. “I’m still waiting, love.” I wave my finger at her skirt. My tone is more playful than impatient.

  Xander unzips her, allowing the silky material to pool at her feet. “Step out of it,” he advises. She does as she’s told. The matching panties shouldn’t surprise me, but they do. The pink bow is strategically placed right under her belly button and it’s lined up perfectly with the V of her pussy lips. “I love the combination, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy peeling it off of you.”

  “The bra is obstructing my view. I want it off,” I say. Delilah reaches behind her, but I stop her with my words. “Not you. I want him to do it.”

  Xander’s grin is ridiculous. He’s confessed more than once that he derives an indescribable amount of pleasure when I boss him around like that for my own sexual needs. Slowly, he takes off her bra and tosses it over his shoulder.

  “God, you’re so beautiful.” Xander pins his gaze on her hanging tits, his pupils fully dilated. Her soft pink puckering nipples against her pale skin make me salivate.

  “You took the words right out of my mouth.” I brush my eyes down her soft stomach, to her panties and further down her plump thighs. “She’s a bloody vision.” Delilah giggles. “Is she wet?” Her eyes widen at my question.

  “Are you going to ignore me and just keep talking to him?” she asks.

  She’s testy tonight. “This is all about you, love. I think Xander has already been clear about that. I’m not ignoring you at all. On the contrary, everything I ask him to do to you is to take you over the edge. It may not make any sense now, but when you come screaming your head off, it will.” Her lips form an O. I chuckle at her reaction. “Can we go back to our regularly scheduled program now?”

  “Yes, we can.” She laughs.

  “Good. Xander, I asked you a question.”

  I watch as he fills his lungs with her scent. “She smells heady. She’s ready for us, Ethan. I don’t have to touch her. I already know she’s soaking wet.”

  “That might be the case, but I want to see proof.” What can I say? I can be very kinky and an incredibly greedy bastard when I put my mind to it.

  Xander, pushes her panties to the side and slides his fingers into her warmth. Her body flinches at his touch.

  “Jesus.” Delilah squirms.

  “Her pussy is dripping wet, mate. Just like we like it. I swear if I were to fuck her, I’d have to grip her hips hard or else I fear I might slide right out of her. She’s that ready.” Xander pulls his fingers from her pussy. When he brings them to his mouth and licks his fingers, Delilah squeezes her tits together. Yes.

  “Do that again, Xander,” I order. Her mouth gapes wide open. I guess she’s unable to believe how far I’m willing to go. Xander sweeps another coat of her sweet juices and holds his fingers up in front of him, admiring her desire for us. Even at this distance I can see how her white slickness sticks to his fingers. I press my legs together, concerned I might come before we even get things started. My best friend notices and waits for me to look at him again before continuing. He brings both fingers to his mouth and licks
slowly, making a maximum of raunchy noise. Fuck.

  “Is her clit hard?”

  “You know what? I didn’t check.” Xander tilts his head to the right to emphasize his words. He can be such a freaking comedian.

  “Maybe you should,” I suggest.

  “I’m still in the room, you know,” Delilah reminds us.

  My eyes sweep the length of her body languorously. I lick my lips a few times before speaking again. “I can see that, love.”

  Xander glances at her with a smile before focusing his attention on me. “You mean dip my finger inside her warm pussy again until it’s rubbing against her sensitive spot for your enjoyment… and mine?”

  I nod, biting off a smile. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  “You can be such a demanding prick sometimes,” Xander huffs with feigned exasperation. He dips the fingers that were in his mouth into her pussy. By the way his hand is moving in a circular motion and from the moans she lets out, I’m guessing he’s skating his fingers over her clit. “Her sweet little clit is begging for relief. It’s so hard, I want to drop to my knees and lick it until she comes gushing all over my tongue.”

  “Christ,” she whimpers. “Neither of you need to fuck me. You know that? I’ll come just from listening to you talk.”

  “Perhaps, but it won’t be nearly as hedonistic as feeling my balls slapping against your clit as I ride you from behind while squeezing your peaked nipples so hard you’d think I was hoping to draw milk out of them.” Wow, that was nasty even for Xander.

  “Don’t you think you’d get a whole lot more out of that scenario?” I piggyback on Xander’s repartee. “Are you aching for our twelve-inch cocks, love?” I keep at it without giving her a chance to answer my first question.

  “Do you think she’ll lose her mind even more when she comes, now that she knows that we’re much bigger than she initially thought we were?” Xander is truly the king of cockiness.

  “That’s an excellent question, mate. I doubt we’ll have an answer to that until she rides our cocks a few times. What do you say? Should we aim for four or five orgasms tonight?”

  “I love the way you think, mate. I say let’s go for six. You know I’m a strong believer in doing things thoroughly.”

  “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Delilah hisses. Her lidded eyes are glazed with lust.

  “You’re wasting your time, sweetheart. Do you really think they’ll be able to help you? When two dominant alpha males want you as much as we do, not even a higher power can save you.” Damn, I love it when the poet in Xander comes out to play.

  “No, no, no,” she protests. “Stop it, please. You can’t keep doing this to me. You’re going to make me lose my mind.”

  Poor little kitten. Doesn’t she know that’s the whole point? “How badly do you want to ride a hungry foot-long, love?”

  “Ethan, show me some mercy. You’re asking me questions I don’t have the presence of mind to answer. This is far too consuming. All this is new to me and I’m not sure I can handle any more.” Bullshit. You’re adjusting just fine.

  “I love it when you beg like that, love.” I narrow my eyes at her. She brings her hands to her breasts and kneads them. My guess is that it’s a combination of nerves and wantonness. Still, I don’t recall asking her to touch herself. “Why are your hands preventing me from enjoying the tits you know I love so much?”

  Her eyes go wide. Clearly, my question startles her. “Ethan…” she whispers.

  “Delilah, put your hands down. Now,” I say. After a few seconds of hesitation, she obeys. “Much better,” I say, satisfied.

  It’s no surprise that a big girl like Delilah would have massive tits, but hers are a work of art. I’ve seen my fair share of tits, but these are spectacular. I love the way they hang low, touching her stomach. Contrary to many of the curvy women I’ve been with, who have extraordinary large areolas that take over the whole breasts, Delilah’s are perfectly sized. They circle her small, perky nipples beautifully. If I could hang from them, sucking at them all day, I would.

  “Ethan, what if we put her out of her misery?” Xander’s question shakes me out of my reverie. “Let’s spit-roast her.”

  “Wh-what does that mean?” Delilah asks, almost panicked.

  “One of us pounds your pussy while the other fucks your mouth.” I enlighten her. “It’s slightly different from last night because Xander was on his back. When we spit-roast you, one of us will be standing or kneeling against the mattress. It gives us far more leverage.”

  “Yeah.” Xander is practically salivating. “She’s so good at swallowing every drop of my milky nectar and the sight of your cock disappearing inside her pussy is enough to make me come.”

  “I’m with you, Xander.” I shift my eyes to meet Delilah’s stunned ones. “Just to be clear, that’s the beginner’s level. In time, we’ll change it up. It will be you sucking on a cock while your ass gets fucked.” I know my words are crude, but when I’m this turned on, there’s no way around it.

  “Damn, I can’t wait for us to get to the next level, Ethan. That said, I’ll gladly start with level one.”

  “Actually, mate, I’m thinking I might want to watch as she drinks up your release.”

  “You want to sit there stroking your cock with your eyes on her pretty little mouth as I feed her my very big hungry dick until I explode in the back of her throat?” Fuck. Xander’s words tighten my balls.

  “You really do have a dirty mouth,” I observe, impressed. Xander waggles his eyebrows, grinning proudly. Delilah whimpers and closes her eyes. “No, love. I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” I cross my legs and ease myself back against the seat. I lean back and rest my head against my hands to better enjoy every salacious moment. This isn’t the way I had envisioned this night. It’s far better. “I want them on me,” I press. When her blue eyes are staring at me again, I reward her with a smile. “Xander, it’s ungentlemanly for you to still be fully clothed while Delilah is exposing all her glory to us in such a tempting way.”

  “How inconsiderate of me. Let me remedy the situation immediately.” In a flash, he kicks off his Giuseppe Zanotti black leather high-top trainers and removes his socks in a matching color. Without missing a beat, he takes off his black jeans and strips out of his light grey Henley shirt. Even when he dresses down, Xander is always stylish.

  Everything was so fucking rushed last night. There was no time to admire her. Now that the tempo is much more civilized, I can. I drink in the lines of her voluptuous body like I’m witnessing a bloody miracle. For the love of God, the woman is perfect. I can never understand why women are ashamed of their God-given curves. There’s nothing more beautiful. In my world, wide hips and thighs that touch rule. Everything about Delilah makes me lose all of my senses. She’s watching me watching her with a pleased glee twinkling in her eyes. When the sides of her lips curl up, I know she’s fully aware of how much she turns me on. In the meantime, Xander has stripped naked. He stands next to Delilah as proud as a peacock with his cock so straight it’s pointing right up at him. The contrast between his brown skin and her fair complexion is so sexy. Of course, her pale skin looks even more arousing against my darker tone.

  “Xander, suck her big tits. And I want to hear it, mate. Suck them like you’ve never had a go at them in your life.”

  My best friend lifts an eyebrow as to say, You’re totally unleashed. I tilt my head to the right and raise both eyebrows to let him know that I’m just getting started. From the dark stare he casts on me and his half smile, I know he’s enjoying every second of this. Given the fact that Xander is standing to Delilah’s right, I expect him to start with one breast and work his way to the other. He surprises me when he drops his hands on Delilah’s shoulders, turns her slightly—I guess he doesn’t want to obstruct my view—and grabs both her tits in his hands, letting out a low groan.

  He adjusts his hold, cupping her breasts so her nipples peek out invitingly over his fingers. That’s what I’m ta
lking about. He squeezes her tits hard before clamping his lips over her nipple. He’s voracious, alternating from closing his mouth around her nipples to flicking the peak with his tongue. The visual is so powerful I bring my right hand to my cock and squeeze.

  He pauses for a beat. “You’re so fucking hot,” Xander murmurs. He glances up, meeting Delilah’s dazed stare, before shifting his eyes in my direction and winking.

  Satisfied he has our full attention, he goes back at it. This time, he parts her tits, sinks his face between her breasts and presses them around his head. Her tits are so generous, they envelop part of his head. Fuck. I totally can sympathize. I too could lose myself between her tits and never come up for air for the rest of my life.

  Delilah is panting in broken staccatos with her head tilted backwards. Her fiery cascade is so long, the tips caress the burgeoning swell of her ass. Xander sucks on Delilah’s breasts so hard it draws a yelp and a hiss of breath from our curvy little Texan. The greedier he gets, the more she shivers. The more both of them moan the more turned on I become. Feeling my cock over my jeans isn’t good enough. With rushed hands I undo the button and lower my zipper. I open my jeans and slide my hand underneath my boxer briefs. I let out a long exhale when my hand reaches my aching cock. I stroke a few times until a few beads of moisture escape from the tip. For a voyeur like myself, this is the ultimate foreplay.

  “Good Lord, Ethan, you’re killing me.” She’s so delirious she doesn’t even know who to blame for her current state.

  “How can you say that, love? I’m not even touching you,” I say. “Xander is the one latching onto your tits. Not me,” I mock. My best friend groans. I guess he finds my explanation as amusing as I do. “That said, I totally understand why he feels the need to worship them like he is now.” I chuckle.

  When Delilah notices the movement of my hand, a light pink flush covers her cheeks, throat and upper chest as her lips part with her heavy breathing. Yeah, she’s turned on a like a light switch. To my delight, she whimpers and wiggles underneath Xander’s feasting mouth as I continue to stroke.