Suddenly, Xander steps away from her and the next thing I know he fists his cock and squeezes it. “Good Lord, her nipples are so hard, I don’t know how long my cock can take this. At this rate, I’m going to spill all over her stomach and her legs,” he laments.
“It would be a shame for you to waste all that milk when she’ll be more than happy to swallow it.”
“My point exactly, mate. Do I get to fuck her now?”
“Not yet, Xander.”
“Then what next?” His tone is impatient. The more Xander strokes his cock the more moisture leaks from the tip.
“A sixty-nine,” I say simply. Xander narrows his eyes. He’s a happy boy.
“Wh-what?” Delilah asks, blinking at me furiously.
“I want you to suck him dry while he tongue-fucks you.”
Her jaw drops.
CHAPTER 18
Delilah
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper. Ethan rewards me with a side grin.
Is there no end to his perverted mind? I’m not complaining because I know this will end only one way—me coming so hard I won’t be able to remember my name. That said, everything about this evening has thrown me off my axis. I don’t even know why I’m shocked anymore. These two are really good at that. Their dirty mouths will truly be the end of me. Still, Ethan’s kinkiness never ceases to surprise me. Xander is much more obvious and deliberate in his approach. His cocky demeanor usually lets me know he’s about to rip the carpet right out from under me. Ethan on the other hand is smooth, calm and collected. He comes out of nowhere and then just like that he lets out something so depraved it makes a bonfire look like one of those puny IKEA votive candles. In fact, he can say the most debased things without flinching.
Is this really happening?
The only reason I know anything about a sixty-nine is because Maggie keeps bragging about them. She says there’s nothing quite like coming with a cock in your mouth. I wouldn’t know. None of my ex-boyfriends have ever suggested one. Talk about coming a long way. Not only am I about to experience my first ever sixty-nine, but it’s going to happen under the watchful eye of the other guy who’s been rocking my world lately.
“Xander, make it as comfortable as possible for her. Lie down on the L-shaped part of the sofa and she’ll straddle you,” Ethan orders. “Needless to say, I want her ass pointing at me.” My mouth gapes open at that last part. It’s so edgy it nearly makes me come. Damn.
“You heard him,” Xander emphasizes as if the fact that I’m this turned on has rendered me deaf. Xander moves to the right and lies on his back. He kicks off the cushions resting on the sofa and to my surprise his long legs fit on the oversized couch. “Come over here, sweetheart.” He holds out his hand to me.
I look up at Ethan, worrying at my lower lip, still uncertain.
“Delilah, Xander is waiting and so am I.”
When I still remain frozen, Xander coaxes, “You don’t want me to make you come?” I answer with a one-shoulder shrug. Oh, I want to. I just don’t know if I’m brave enough for what the two of you have in mind. “You’d really hurt my feelings if you were to rob me of the pleasure of having your juices smeared all over my face.” That does it. I swear, his words detonate something in me and suddenly it feels like Niagara Falls down there. I’m sure if I were to run my hand between my thighs, it would be coated with my own slickness. I walk slowly towards Xander and take his hand. I turn to look at Ethan one last time before exposing my ass to him. I expect him to hold my gaze and I even expect an impatient retort, but what he says next nearly knocks me off of my feet.
“The faster he makes you come, the faster you get to ride my twelve-inch cock. I’ve already warned you, Delilah, I don’t intend on coming all over my hand. I want my release buried deep inside you—even if my cock is sheathed.”
“Oh, God,” I squeal when Xander trails a finger between my swollen and dripping lips. He brings it to his mouth and my jaw drops at how provocative his actions are. I’ll never get used to them doing that. Instinctively, my hips follow his finger. Yeah, you could say I’m a little eager. Fuck, I’m like a woman in heat. The way he looks at me… those hungry eyes are killing me.
“I want to taste you, sweetheart.” Xander’s words sound like a plea.
Ethan’s impatience grows by the second. “I don’t want Xander’s fingers against your clit. I want his tongue there. Now, get that tight little pussy on my best friend’s mouth.” To emphasize his words, he pushes down his boxer briefs, revealing his very hard and very long cock. His veins are popping like crazy and his fat mushroom tip is glistening with drops of his thick white moisture. I love how it falls in a long streak on the wooden floor, leaving a little pool at his feet.
I lick my lips as a scene from last night flashes in front of my eyes. Paul taught me how to suck cock. Before him, I was awkward at best. He said it was the biggest compliment I could extend to a lover. I wanted to please him, so I did it. And I kept doing it even though his lips had never once touched my pussy. I’m not sure I’d say I loved it, but I didn’t dislike it either. Things are very different with Ethan and Xander. Like everything else with them, sucking them off is a toe-curling experience.
To my surprise, I like swallowing far more than I expected. Every time they’re about to come, the fact they know I won’t pull away seems to send them into a frenzy. I love the helpless looks on their faces when they let themselves go and watch me through hooded eyes as I allow their milk to coat my mouth. The adoration I read in their gaze as I lap every last drop of them is a thrilling buzz I can’t get enough of. I crave it. Scratch that. I need it for my own arousal and climax. There’s something a bit perverted about oral sex in general. Swallowing is the wicked cherry on top of a perfect sundae.
“Delilah.” Ethan’s voice snaps me back to reality. “If I have to repeat myself, I’ll have to punish you,” he says. Something clicks inside me. Instead of doing as I’m told, I drop to my knees and crawl all the way to Ethan. I deliberately move slowly, wiggling my ass from left to right with each inch I travel. His eyes widen as I get closer. I flash him a very wide grin and waggle my eyebrows. His look of surprise is replaced by pure unadulterated lust. “What are you doing, love?” He asks. His tone is softer. The edge is gone. I stare into his dark ebony eyes and I’m taken aback by how much he wants me. As I make my way to him, I can’t help but notice how impeccably dressed he is. Honestly, they both always dress like models. From this angle, Ethan looks more commanding them ever. The fact that he’s still gripping his iron-hard cock while still clothed in his dark wash jeans and black shirt only adds to his dominance. My eyes drop to his feet and when I catch sight of his cognac lace-up boots, I just want to lick them. They’re that sexy. The man is simply gorgeous. When I get right in front of him, I place my hands on his knees for support. As I straighten up, my taut nipples brush against the fabric of his jeans and I moan at the sensation. Ethan lets out a long exhale. He reaches out with his free hand and squeezes my right nipple. Fuck. I tilt my head back to contain the buzz of headiness coursing through me. The ripples of pleasure travel straight to my already aching pussy. For the first time in my life, I feel my juices running between my legs. I’ve never been this aroused ever. Eager to lick him off, I extend my head over his exposed cock. I hold his searing gaze for a few seconds waiting to see if he’s going to stop me or even reprimand me. He doesn’t. Instead he says, “When you look up at me like that with those seductive blue eyes, I’m tempted to give you anything you want, love.” Good to know. Satisfied, I stick out my tongue and lick his cock from the base all the way to the tip, scooping up as much of his warm moisture as I can. God, who is this woman? “Jesus,” he lets out, clamping a hand on my head, fisting my hair possessively. The sting has me teetering between pleasure and pain. I shouldn’t like it when he does that, but I do. A lot. His hips thrust forward and I gag at his forceful intrusion. That said, I do nothing to stop him from doing it again and again and again. The more he does it, the more
of his salty nectar leaks into my mouth. I love it. My saliva spills onto his cock and the sight of it makes me want to lose it. Damn. This is so raunchy.
“Bloody hell, that’s hot, Delilah. I swear I could come just watching the two of you,” Xander says behind me.
After a few long seconds of foreplay, Ethan loosens his grip. “That’s enough, love,” he scolds. “If you continue, you’re going to make me come and that’s not part of my plan. You know perfectly well it’s impossible for me to hold it together when you suck me. Your voodoo lips have too much power on me,” he chuckles. Pride courses through me at the idea that I can do that to a guy like Ethan. “I gave you a little leeway, but you’re not to disobey me like that ever again.” Ethan tugs at my hair, forcing me to let go of his cock. I look up in his hooded eyes. He’s devouring me with his gaze and in this moment I feel so freaking sexy, it’s insane. “Do I make myself clear?” he emphasizes. I nod. “Good. On your feet,” he orders. I let go of the base of his cock and get up. “You’re going to have to make it up to Xander for leaving his cock uncared for like that. That’s just wrong.” He grins. “Now, go show him how sorry you are,” he adds waving his finger in front of him.
“Trust me, bro, that was one hell of a sexy show. As she wiggled away from me, I caught sight of her beautiful round ass and her dripping pink pussy. When I angled myself correctly, I was even able to enjoy how her heavy hanging tits swung from left to right. I had to talk myself out of crawling right behind her with my tongue stuck inside her.” Xander’s response leaves me speechless.
“Thanks for the priceless visual, mate, but that’s not how it works and you know it. Our little Texan needs to know there are consequences to her cockiness.”
Abruptly, Ethan places his hands on my hips and turns me around so I’m facing Xander. I think he’s going to push me towards his best friend, but he doesn’t. “Oh, God!” I yelp. Ethan’s palm lands on my ass in a stinging slap and I cry out at the suddenness. Pleasure puddles between my legs straight to my tingling clit, though, and I moan before sticking my ass out, begging for more.
He obliges me by slapping each cheek a few times before saying, “Enough for now, you bad girl. You like being spanked?” He asks. I turn around and look at him from over my shoulder. I simply hold his gaze without saying a word. “Evidently you do,” he says nodding his head approvingly. He comes to his own conclusion. “That makes me a very happy man,” he adds. I’m not exactly sure what he means by that, but if it involves his hand on my ass again, sign me up. “Get that round goodness on Xander’s needy tongue.”
With trembling legs, I take a few steps forward, knowing full well Ethan’s eyes are on me.
“Your ass is a bloody work of art, love,” he throws over my shoulder.
“Thank you,” I giggle. I can’t help but grin. No man has ever said anything close to that about my butt.
When I reach the couch, I wait for Xander to roll onto his back before straddling him. Before long, I’m hovering over him. Well, I should say my ass and pussy are. I know I should lower my body, but I pause with my butt stuck up in the air. There’s a part of me that’s petrified that this experience will change me forever. And then what? Mind you, I’m certainly not the same innocent girl I was before hooking up with them, but something tells me once I go down this road with them, there’s no going back.
Truth be told, I relish the idea of being ex-posed like this for my men’s pleasure. Also, I’ve never in my life been so well fucked. I don’t want this to stop. What happens when my internship ends and I have to go back home? I already know it’ll be impossible for me to find a lover as formidable as Xander or Ethan, let alone two. I know, I know, I should enjoy the moment, but what if this bawdy escapade turns me into a full-blown addict? What if I’m incapable of considering life without my British hunks? What then?
“You’re thinking too hard, love.” Ethan’s words shock me. He hits the bullseye, which is freaky considering he can only see my back. How does he know me so well?
“Sit on my face,” Xander commands. “I’ll make you forget everything.”
I lower myself ever so slowly. I sense Xander’s impatience when he grabs my hips and slams me against his tongue.
“Shit,” I shout. My whole pussy is spread open across his face. It’s one thing when he’s lowering his body against my pussy, but this is pure sin.
“Better,” Ethan growls. “Now, I want you to bend forward and suck my best friend’s cock until he spills down your throat. Xander, while she takes care of you, I want you to toy with her hard little clit until her head tilts back and I can see her eyes roll into the back of her head. You got that?”
Jesus. Xander grunts his agreement. I already know there’s no future for us given that I’m only here temporarily, but I wonder, if I were to be with these two five years from now, would I ever get used to their dirty-talking?
“Oh, Xander,” I hiss. His hands splay across my hips and when his tongue starts swirling around my pussy, I whimper with each vibration of his hedonistic licks. “Yes, just like that,” I encourage.
Slap. Xander’s hand against my ass is a reminder that I’m neglecting him. Oops. This is so good I can’t even think straight. I bend towards his cock, wrap my fist around his base and pause with my head right above Xander’s magnificent shaft. I fixate my eyes on his masterpiece—twelve, not ten inches of deliciousness. Wow. And it’s all mine. I exhale over the tip of his dripping cock, anticipating the moment when I’ll wrap my lips around him. I drop a few teasing kisses on his thick mushroom crown and lick the drops sliding down his shaft. My boys might be too big for me to take them all in, but God, I could feast on their juicy heads all day and all night. Mmmm.
As I take Xander in my mouth, he wastes no time driving me crazy. The tiny teases of his teeth are pushing me over the edge. When he starts alternating between sucking my clit and flicking it with ravenous fervor, I let out a string of muffled curses. As he keeps at it, my groans turn to sobs. Fuck, this is amazing.
“I want to hear the music of your tongue making contact with her wet pussy, mate,” Ethan demands. Xander takes that as his cue. His cadence grows wilder by the second. His eagerness to answer Ethan’s request is making me desperate for release. “I love what your mouth is doing to her,” Ethan says over my shoulder. So do I. “That’s it, suck her sweet pussy. Suck it good. Stick your tongue way up her warmth.” Oh. My. God. “Make her clit so hard there’s no other way out for her than to explode all over your face.” Ethan’s words are so raunchy. Mother of God. I wonder if he’s stroking his cock while barking his orders. The thought alone is more than I can bear. Xander grunts as if he knows my mind is wandering. Below me, he rocks his hips into my mouth in rhythm with the assault he’s subjecting me to. “Delilah, how does it feel?” Ethan’s question surprises me.
Seriously? I don’t answer. I can’t. There’s no oxygen left in my brain to be able to string a sentence together. I can only focus on breathing and feeling.
“I asked you a question, love,” he presses. I still remain silent, my mouth too preoccupied with Xander’s pulsating cock to bother with anything else. “Do you want me to ask Xander to put an end to what he’s doing to you? Do you want me to demand that he withholds your climax? Is that it? For the record, I don’t have a problem doing that,” he warns. Huh? That does it. I lift my head to answer, but Xander thrusts his hips again, filling my mouth with several more inches of him. I gag, gasping for air. “Be a good sport, mate. Let her talk.”
Obeying Ethan’s command, Xander lowers his hips. I let go of his cock and turn my head to look at Ethan. “It’s surreal,” I finally manage. “I love the feel of his tongue against me. Having him lick me while I suck him heightens the sensuality of what we share.”
“It does for me too.” Ethan pauses. I’m about to turn my body further to look at him when he speaks again. “You can go back to sucking him now, love.” Since he doesn’t ask me any other questions, I suspect he’s satisfied with my an
swer. I ready myself to turn around, but stop when from the corner of my eye I catch him stroking his cock furiously. The man must have impeccable control. I haven’t got a clue how he managed to speak with such a normal tone. Turning away from Ethan, I grab Xander’s shaft and I open wide before pushing him as deep as I can inside my mouth. Even with all my good intentions, only a small portion of him fits. I slide my free hand lower, cupping his balls before gently kneading them as my other hand strokes just the lower half of his cock. Xander hums in response. I pull my head back until his mushroom crown is the only part of his cock still trapped inside my mouth. I focus my attention there, licking the sensitive area located on the underside. He moans and the reverberation against my clit is heaven. Fueled by his encouragement, I keep at it with a vengeance. I’m still fascinated by his thick and long shaft, lost in the sweet way he’s eating my pussy, when Ethan catches me off guard. “Delilah, place your feet flat against the sofa, squat over Xander’s face and bounce on top of his face. Xander, I want you to give tongue-fucking a whole new meaning.”
Good Lord. I loosen my lips from around Xander’s cock. “What?” I bark.
“You heard me the first time.” By now, I know he has no intention of repeating himself. Holy heavens above. This is kinkiness to the nth degree. “Delilah,” Ethan growls. I nod to let him know I’ll obey. I don’t know how I find the strength to move given how inebriated I am right now, but I do.
I struggle at first trying to figure out the best way to do this until Xander comes to my rescue. “Stand up, sweetheart, take a few steps backwards and then squat. I’ll lift my hands up for support. That will allow you to bounce to your heart’s content,” he says winking at me. I hear the amusement in his voice, but I’m too turned on by the saucy imagery to crack a smile. It doesn’t take me long to get into position. With my ass fanned out like this, I feel incredibly obscene, even vulgar, but the prospect of losing my mind trumps any one of my morality issues. “Look at that perfect little bud.” Xander’s words take my breath away. “Ethan, are you going to ask me to tongue-fuck it?” Jesus.
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