Wow. I look up and meet Ethan’s hungry eyes. We both grin at each other like fools. I think it’s safe to say that we know that all three of us will come in an epic way. After this, I doubt I’ll be able to go one day without her taking me in her mouth like she is now. “Open wider for me, sweetheart,” I command. I slide more of my massive cock into Delilah’s mouth. My leaking head disappears as her lips stretch around my thick shaft. From the purring “Mmmmmmm” sounds she makes and the helpless way she’s looking up at me, I’m almost tempted to believe she’ll take me all the way to the balls. I know it’s wishful thinking on my part, but you can’t blame a guy for keeping hope alive. In all my years of fucking women, only Adele has managed to take me a little more than three-quarters of the way. All the others have shied away from the challenge.
Ethan shifts his focus to the seductive redhead who’s on her hands and knees servicing my cock. “Fuck.” Ethan growls. He’s positioned right behind Delilah. He’s caressing her ass with one hand. The other is around his cock. He’s not stroking it. He’s just holding it without adding any pressure. My take on it is that if he were to squeeze his dick, he’d spill all over her. “Seeing your ass wiggle like this with your lips wrapped tightly around my best friend’s shaft makes me even hornier than I already am.” Frankly, I doubt that’s even possible given the size of his erection. “Do you want me to fuck you hard, love?” Delilah moans. I’ve got her too preoccupied to answer Ethan’s question. “Louder,” he presses. She grunts. He’s not playing fair and we both know it. “Do you want me to hit that secret spot deep inside you?” Does she even know what he’s talking about? She whimpers this time. “I can’t hear you.” Ethan is truly a kinky dictator tonight. He’s unleashing his carnal fury with such unrestrained boundaries, I doubt Delilah will last long. Heck, neither will I. “I’d say from the way you’re sucking him with such gusto, your lips were made for his cock. And mine.” Damn right. “You can’t get enough of Xander’s long thick meat, can you?” I’ve heard this guy’s dirty talk a lot of times in my life, but tonight, he’s even getting me worked up. Ethan’s eyes widen as he angles his head to the side. What just happened? “Oh, Xander, our dirty girl’s pussy is dripping like a tap. I mean her juices are trailing down her luscious thighs.” Ethan slides his fingers between Delilah’s lips and lifts them up at eye level as proof. She tightens her lips around my cock so hard, I growl. I fist her hair to pull her head back so that she doesn’t take too much of me in. I look up just in time to witness my best friend licking his fingers.
“Fuck, mate,” I say. “That’s so filthy, you’re making it hard for me to last.”
Ethan is blinking at me with an angelic face. Bastard. “Why did you stop her, Xander? She took every extra bit of you without complaining.” Surprisingly, she did.
“There’s plenty of time for that,” I remind him.
“I guess you’re right. Perhaps we should focus on the here and now. I guess I’m getting ahead of myself.” He chuckles. “I can’t wait for you to start pounding her mouth. If she’s soaking now, I can’t imagine how easily I’ll be able to slide into her when you do.”
“I’m sure it will be to Delilah’s advantage.” I grin.
Ethan chuckles. “No doubt.”
“You’re welcome,” I add with a wink.
His eyes shift to Delilah. “Are you ready for us, love?” She nods. I observe mesmerized as he moves closer to her ass. One hand is still fisting his sheathed, erect cock while the other grips our curvy little redhead’s waist. Delilah tilts her hips up in the air. Both Ethan and I lift our eyes at the same time and stare at each other. This moment transcends words. We know this is going to be unforgettable. “Look at you. When I fucked you last night, you could barely handle my length let alone my girth. Your tight little hole took a beating under Xander’s tongue a few minutes ago, but here you are wiggling your ass at me. I’m sure you were sore today, but that doesn’t seem to stop you. You’re dying for more.” Ethan moves his hand up and down the length of his long hard shaft. “You like thick black cocks?” Delilah whimpers against my cock. God, that feels amazing. “After us, you’ll never go back to short skinny dicks ever again.”
Delilah shakes her head. The visual is indescribable considering she’s holding my cock captive between her lips. Her hands are still firmly resting against the sofa. For obvious reasons, she can’t talk, but from her prompt reactions to my best friend’s questions it’s as if Ethan’s voice has conditioned her to respond like a freaking Pavlov experiment. It’s amazing how perfect this woman is for us.
“What do you think, Xander?” Ethan asks.
I think that I don’t want her to ever get fucked by any other guys. The thought alone makes my blood boil. She belongs to us. Am I entitled to feel this way considering I know our time together has an end date? I’m sure I don’t, but I can’t help it. Of course, this isn’t the time to voice my possessiveness. “I’m pretty sure we’ve ruined her for all others. There’s no way she’ll ever be able to find two cocks like ours and I doubt she’ll ever be able to find two men who will worship every single inch of her as much as we do.”
“Well said, dear friend.” Ethan seems genuinely impressed with my answer. I’ve opened the door for him. He can take the conversation down a softer slope, but no, he keeps it dirty. “I can’t imagine that a puny five- or six-inch cock will satisfy you quite like my wide ride.” Without a word of warning, Ethan thrusts inside Delilah with force. Her body jerks forward, swallowing in a few more inches of me inside her month. Wow. Instinctively, I place my hands against her shoulders to prevent her from taking in more. She smiles around my cock and she’s looking up again with those mesmerizing blue eyes. Damn.
“Slap her tits, Xander. I want to see those globes swing from side to side.”
I lean forward and extend my hands. Instead of following Ethan’s orders, I knead her tits, feeling their heavy weight against the palms of my hands. God was so good to her when She gave her these. I pinch both nipples at the same time, sending her hips jerking up. Once I’m satisfied I give my best friend what he wants. I hit her tits, sending them jiggling all over the place. Jesus, that’s amazing. I’m going to have to remember to do that more often.
“Are you happy now, mate?” I ask Ethan, meeting his gaze.
“Mmm-hmm,” he grunts, yanking Delilah’s hips up. I guess he must be ecstatic since he starts plowing Delilah’s pussy like a bull in heat. I match Ethan’s cadence and thrust in and out of Delilah’s mouth each time he bangs into her. We’re both fucking her like animals. There’s nothing soft or romantic about this moment. It’s unabashedly raw. The best part is she doesn’t complain. Instead, she sucks at my cock with ardor and she takes everything Ethan gives her. I may not be able to see all the action from where I’m sitting, but it’s clear from the way he’s gripping her waist with both hands that he’s buried all the way to the balls. The thought alone gets me even more excited. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, love, take more of me in.” Ethan lets loose all over her fine body. “Push that ass against my balls.” His deep voice takes over the room. He rams into her with such determination, I doubt he’ll slide out of her even after he climaxes. He’s riding her like a cowboy rides a stallion. Suddenly, he starts slapping her ass hard. My eyes grow wide. Delilah lets out a muffled cry. I’m sure I’m as surprised as she is by Ethan’s untamed actions. He can be such a caveman when he wants to. His hands move like pendulums, giving our sultry little Texan what she said she craved. Every time his hand lands on her ass, she not only takes me in a little bit more, but the vibration of her sobs against my cock threatens to make me lose my fucking mind. It’s punishing and sinful at the same time. Jesus. Ethan is relentless. At this rate, Delilah will walk funny for the next two days and I doubt she will be able to chew or talk comfortably. “Your body is heaven-sent.” He’s got that right. “Your ass is ours, your pussy is ours, your tits are ours. You belong to us—body and soul.” I couldn’t have said it better. “Do you hear me,
Delilah?” She answers him with a series of quick nods. We’re both going at it furiously when I watch in awe as she contorts her body to the left resting some of her weight against her shoulder. Halting my movements, I just stare at her waiting to see what she’s up to. I don’t know how she does it, but Delilah manages to slide her right hand between her legs. Wow. Before he even opens his mouth I know Ethan isn’t going to let this one slide. Frankly, neither am I.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I scold. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart,” I warn.
“Delilah, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” The sharp edge in Ethan’s voice could cut a diamond in half. “You come when I say so, not one minute sooner.”
Her lips unfastened from my cock. I wish she hadn’t done that.
“Don’t let go, sweetheart.” My tone is harsher than intended. “Take me back in,” I order. I’m on the verge of toppling over the edge and there she goes putting an end to a good thing.
Her plea is addressed to my best friend, but her eyes are locked into mine. “Xander, please. I’m going to die if Ethan doesn’t let me come.” I wipe away the tears trickling down her face before leaning down and dropping a soft kiss against her lips. She smiles into my mouth.
“You want it that badly?” Yeah, I’m being cruel since I already know the answer. But how can you blame me? Her body responds so well to us. It’s like drinking a hedonistic elixir. I just want more.
“I’m desperate for release.”
I look up to see Ethan nodding at me. “Okay, but first, I want my cock back into your mouth.” Within a few seconds the warmth I had lost returns. Ethan resumes fucking her. It’s not like him to concede so easily, but we’ve already worked her so hard, it’s only fair. She’s definitely earned it. He grabs hold of both of her cheeks, spreading them apart, giving him leverage to drive into her even harder and faster. And he does. When he leans forward, pressing his chest against her back, I already know it’s over for her. The second his fingers reach her pussy and tighten around it, she’s as good as done.
“Now, love. Come for us.” Ethan rasps. He swings his hips back and thrusts forward once, twice, three times. His determined pumps have her lips tightening around my cock. Delilah lets out a very long and deep moan. It’s the kind of groan that announces the inevitable. That’s why I’m not really surprised when she lets go of my cock. She can no longer keep it together. She tilts her head back almost violently and sends her cascade of hair flying in the air.
“Jes—” Her voice is strangled. By the way her eyes roll into the back of her head, I’m willing to bet Ethan hit her G-spot. Well done. She grinds against him with her mouth gaping open gasping for air. She presses against him like that for a few short seconds before she starts chanting. “Yes, yes, yes. Fucking yes.” Delilah’s prayers have finally been answered. So have mine. I can finally let go of the buildup that’s been sitting at the base of my balls for so long. I allow her to come down from her pinnacle before ascending onto mine.
Since her release was so strong, my plan was to come all over her tits, but when her eyes fix on mine, I know she’s not done yet. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue in the most submissive way. I don’t even bother asking her if she really wants this. I stand up on the sofa and squat just in the nick of time to position my cock. Oh, fuck. “Jesus Christ,” I growl. “Oh, God. Delilah.” My groans grow louder. I close my eyes and surrender completely to my release. I spill my warm milk, squeezing my cock to make sure she drinks all of it up.
Ethan allows me to ride the waves of my climax before pulling Delilah towards him. “I can’t wait any longer,” he says through clenched teeth. He pumps into her a few times before freefalling. “Dammit,” he lets out before screaming our little Texan’s name as he comes with savage force. Given how dogmatic he’s been all night, I’m not surprise that his body jerks uncontrollably. I have no doubt that that was quite the orgasm. “Arghhh,” he growls, moving in and out of her with much more contained thrusts. With his eyes still closed, he collapses against Delilah, pressing his hands against the sofa to avoid crushing her divine body.
My heart is still pounding like crazy and my cock is completely depleted. She’s taken everything from me. From Ethan’s heavy breathing, I suspect she’s done the same to him.
Concern washes over me and prompts me to speak even though my mind is still lost in the fog of pleasure. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask between breaths. Ethan is still in a semi-comatose state slouched over her. He grunts. I may not be able to read his mind, but I know he’s happy I’m taking care of her. Delilah tries to answer, but she can’t. I think Ethan realizes this isn’t the most comfortable position for her, so he pushes against his hands and straightens himself. He slides his knees over off of the sofa and stands in front of me, panting, with both hands clenched over his chest. Slowly Delilah lifts her head and meets my gaze.
“I’m never going to be able to recover from this.”
I doubt you have a choice in the matter because we’re just getting started. “That was intense,” I commiserate. “All three of us came so fucking hard.”
She nods. “You keep pushing me over the edge. Both of you,” she says in a feeble voice.
“Of course. Anything less would be unacceptable in my book,” I say.
“And we’ll do it over and over and over each time we’re together.” Ethan has found his voice again.
“I’m not sure I’m that strong,” she laments.
I beg to differ. “So far you’ve proven that you’re more than woman enough to take both of us and I have no doubt you’ll keep surprising us.”
CHAPTER 20
Delilah
Since I have to work late tonight and then to go back to the gallery very early tomorrow morning, I decide to be a good girl. Calysta’s big reveal auction is fast approaching and it’s keeping everyone on their toes. The fact that Ashley is cracking the whip tends to keep us on the straight and narrow. I can understand since the gala is also around the corner and there’s still so much to do. Obviously, an event of this grandeur has to be perfect, which adds to the stress. My to-do list is bulging by the second. That said, the electrifying buzz running through the gallery more than makes up for it. Everyone is looking forward to the big night with great anticipation.
Personally, I’m so excited I don’t know what to do with myself. Since becoming a curator, this is the first time I’ve worked on something this important. Given Calysta’s reputation in the industry, it’s like history in the making for me. I will be part of something people will talk about for years to come—if not decades.
When my boys dropped me off near the gallery this morning, they insisted on us hooking up again tonight. The idea that they’d want to see me three nights in a row was overwhelming—and so thrilling. By six-thirty, I had to text them to let them know things weren’t looking good for me. I was so looking forward to sleeping in their arms again, but this is out of my control. Not to mention that if I’m completely honest with myself, a respite from those two massive cocks would do me good. Frankly, given how sore I am from last night and this morning, my aching and overstretched pussy needs a timeout. So does my mouth.
Instead of spending a leisurely Thursday evening with two delicious Brit hunks, I’m chained to my iMac until nine o’clock in the evening. It’s only when Ashley comes barging out of her office, declaring it’s time for all of us to go home before we end up cross-eyed, that I’m finally able to call it a day. After twelve long hours of go-go-go, I drag my tired ass home. Thank God Ashley ordered some Thai food from Green Mango or else I’d be starving by now. When the delivery guy came and I brought the heavy bags to the conference room, I was practically besieged when I announced on the speakerphone that dinner was served. Most of us were too busy to even think of lunch. Needless to say there were no leftovers.
Right after texting Ethan and Xander, I texted Maggie to see if she would be able to find a private spot in her office to hide so we could talk. By th
e time I step into my apartment it’s already ten o’clock. I kick off my shoes, strip out of my clothing, pull on a pair of comfortable dark gray sweatpants and an oversized faded hunter-green t-shirt. I wrap an elastic around my hair in a high ponytail at the top of my head before twisting the end and securing it as a bun. After filling a tall glass with ice and pouring Coca-Cola to the rim, I make my way to the couch for my Skype chat. I barely have time to open my laptop before the distinctive ring tone sounds and, with a giddy heart, I click the answer icon, ready to purge my soul.
“Maggie!” I shout, overjoyed.
“If it isn’t my sex machine of a cousin.” She giggles.
“I much prefer sex goddess, but I’ll take sex machine.” I flash her a cheeky grin.
“Look at you.” Maggie is eyeing me from the side. Her lips are pursed, her eyebrows are knitted together and she’s nodding. From her expression, I’d say she’s impressed. “I don’t even recognize you anymore.”
“Neither do I, but I like the new me. In fact, I like her a lot.” Yup, I’m basking in my moment.
“Same here, kiddo.” She laughs.
“Before we continue, can you talk?” It’s six-thirty her time, but I’m sure she’s still in the office because she tends to work late. That’s just how we roll in New York City. We work hard all week and play even harder on weekends. Not to mention that if she were at her place, I’d recognize her refined surroundings. As an architect, you can imagine she takes pride in how well she decorates her home. The concrete wall behind her indicates she’s not in her chic little apartment.
“Nah. I still have a couple hours to clock in. Just like last time, I was able to score one of the small empty conference rooms for our little video tête-à-tête.” God, I love that French expression to describe a private conversation between two people. “Amen and hallelujah for soundproof rooms. Still, I’m not taking chances, so like last time, I’m wearing my trusty earphones.” She smiles, tugging at the dark blue cables hanging from each side of her head.
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