Delightful Temptation

by Scarlett Avery

  Ethan interrupts Xander by sticking the glistening fingers he just pulled out of my pussy into his mouth. He licks, and licks and licks. I’m too stunned to even speak. Just when I think I can’t get more aroused, I do.

  “And now you had to go an up one on me by being the first to taste her.”

  Ethan chuckles. “I couldn’t resist,” he offers as justification.

  “A burning question pops to mind, mate.” Xander sounds innocent enough, but I’ve already grown wise to them.

  “Oh, no, now what?” I’m surprised by the sound of my own voice.

  “She’s found her voice again,” Xander mocks.

  “You two are so…” I try to find a word to describe them, but I can’t. Too many come to mind.

  “Domineering?” Ethan finishes my sentence.

  That’s one of them. “Yes,” I acquiesce.

  “We’re barely warming up, love.” Copy that. “What’s your question, Xander?”

  “I wonder if Delilah has ever tasted herself before?”

  “Brilliant question,” Ethan cheers. “Have you, love?” I don’t respond at first. I simply look at him, confused. “Do you know how sugary your nectar is?”

  I don’t even masturbate. What you’re asking me is way out of my league. I shake my head and lower my eyes. I did warn them about my inexperience. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I confess.

  “Wow, we really have a little virgin on our hands. She’s never been with two men before and she doesn’t know how good she tastes. I’m getting hard at the idea of how many other things she’s never tried before.” Xander’s words bring chills down my spine.

  “It would be so wrong for us to prevent her from spreading her wings.” Ethan’s statement does little to bring me comfort.

  “Oh, God,” I let out.

  “I agree.” Xander chuckles. “Since you already had your fingers inside her, I think you should do the honors.” His suggestion is so outrageously raunchy. Before I even have time to react, Ethan sticks his fingers inside my pussy again. He smiles at my stunned silence. I whimper, tilt my head back and close my eyes. I love when he does that.

  “Delilah, I want your eyes on me. I don’t want you to miss even one second of this.” My eyes pop open at Ethan’s command. “Much better.” With his fervid gaze consuming me, he plays with my juices for a few seconds before he pulls his fingers from my pussy. “Do you see how much you want us?” His fingers are coated with a slick sheen. I nod. I’m completely bewildered by his question. With his eyes still locked into mine, he slips both fingers into his mouth, licking away my juices. Everything about this moment is so lascivious and lewd. And I can’t get enough of it.

  “Sweet mother of God,” I weep.

  “You definitely taste like candy.” With a sly smile tugging from the side of his lips, he snakes his hand behind my head and brings me closer to him. “Now is the part where you taste yourself for the first time,” he announces. Ethan sucks on my lower lip and draws it into his mouth. His gentle kiss turns greedy as he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue inside mine. I can’t believe this is happening. For the first time in my life, I taste myself. I’m shocked by how this salacious act that should revolt me actually arouses the heck out of me. Holy Jesus. I’m still panting hard when Ethan pulls away from me. His wicked grin speaks volumes. So does Xander’s.

  “Ethan, you’re taking her to the dark side,” Xander says. Ethan nods. The way his lips curl up, I’d say he’s very satisfied with himself. “There’s no going back now, Delilah.”

  I guess not.

  CHAPTER 16

  Xander

  The tempting little redhead is quickly learning how it feels to submit to two very horny and very eager alpha males who want nothing more than to make her lose your head. From the way her chest is heaving up and down, I’d say she’s overwhelmed. Poor little kitten. This is just the warm-up. The fact that she doesn’t run for the door tells me she wants this as much as we do. I have a sneaking feeling we can push her further and she’ll willingly come along for the ride.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Although I think I can read her fairly well, it’s never good to assume.

  “I don’t know.” She smiles timidly.

  “Was that too much for you?” I ask.

  “I’m on uncharted territory here. Everything is a little surreal.”

  “Do you want us to stop?” As much as I hate Ethan’s question, it’s a valid one. If she doesn’t want this, it would be wrong for us to push her.

  She shakes her head vehemently. “No. I like the way you make me feel. Both of you,” she says, shifting her eyes from mine to my best friend’s.

  “Good. If there’s anything at all that makes you uncomfortable, you say the word and both Xander and I stop immediately. No questions asked. Is that clear?” Ethan presses.

  “It is.”

  “If you’re not deriving an incredible amount of pleasure from us being together like this, we’re obviously doing something wrong,” I chide teasingly. And we can’t have that.

  “Are you kidding me?” Her eyes grow wide. “My body is humming from your touch. If I derive any more pleasure, I’ll be flying soon.” She giggles.

  “In that case, I guess you should get ready for takeoff.” My statement startles her, but it brings a huge grin to Ethan’s face. I’m willing to give her a respite, but that’s all she gets. I’m too eager to see her come undone.

  “The flying part is a nice analogy, but we were going for something a lot more intense. I want to see you go off like a rocket.” Ethan is definitely a man who knows exactly what he wants. I appreciate that about him.

  “There’s something you should know,” she says.

  “What is it, love?”

  “I don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s most likely not going to work… the whole rocket thing. There will be no going off of any sort.”

  “What do you mean?” Ethan asks. Maybe that’s an American expression.

  “Orgasms and me are like oil and water. We seem to never meet. Ever.” She clasps her hands together to illustrate her point.

  Ethan flashes me an incredulous look. I’m as shocked as he is. “Are you telling me you’ve never climaxed?” She shakes her head at Ethan’s question. “You mean with a guy’s cock inside you?” I’m sure that’s it.

  “Puh-lease.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s never happened and I doubt it ever will,” she exclaims. The way she spits that out it almost seems preposterous that could even be a possibility. What an erroneous conviction.

  “What about with a guy’s fingers?” Ethan presses further. Surely that must work.

  She shifts her eyes to the side. “I go numb down there very fast. It hurts more than anything else and quickly the guy realizes that and stops. It’s just never worked for me.” What? Who are those simpletons she’s been shagging? Finger-fucking a woman and making her come all over your hand should be a rite of passage for any self-respecting man.

  “Okay, fair enough.” I guess Ethan doesn’t want to push this any further. “Please tell me you can come when a guy goes down on you. Just to be clear, I’m talking about a guy licking your pussy and pressing his lips or tongue against your clit until your body quivers, succumbing to your orgasm.”

  She offers Ethan a one-shouldered shrug. “My last boyfriend was a particular case.” What on earth does that mean? He had a wooden jaw? Did he not have a tongue? “My other boyfriends were from fairly conservative and religious backgrounds. That’s just not something they did.” You can’t get more religious than Ethan’s parents or mine. And trust me, we eat pussy like it’s nobody’s business. “Most of them felt it was wrong and a little perverted.” That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Ethan and I exchange a look. It’s clear we come to the same conclusion. Our luscious little redhead has been deprived. What. A. Crime.

  “What about when you play with yourself when you’re on your own? Perhaps you have a favorite toy that gets you off?” I
ask. I have a feeling we’re approaching this from the wrong angle.

  “I’ve never… You know…” She drops her eyes to her crotch. “Touched…” She doesn’t say the words. She simply points at her pussy. She pauses, seemingly mustering courage to continue. “I’ve always been too embarrassed by the idea of just sticking my fingers down there.” I can’t believe my ears. I thought most women her age have masturbated. “And there’s no way I’m brave enough to walk into a sex shop to buy something. Forget about ordering online. I’d never be able to visit one of those dirty sites. God, the post office delivery person would know my kinky little secret.”

  She’s missing out big time. When she said she wasn’t very experienced, she wasn’t kidding. On paper, she might not be a virgin, but from what she’s candidly sharing, it sounds like Ethan and I will be popping a few of her cherries. What an honor. “You’re beautiful and you’re delicious, Delilah. The thought of taking you to a place you’ve never been before makes me even harder,” I confess.

  “I’m way past that. My cock must have grown by several centimeters just from what you just shared,” Ethan growls.

  “So you’re not turned off?” she asks, surprised.

  “Not at all,” Ethan and I answer in unison. I’m not much of a fan of deflowering a virgin, but Delilah is perfect. We can shape her and mold her to our will and there’s no messy blood to clean up.

  “Oh, God, will I survive this?” She worries at her lower lip.

  “Maybe. Maybe not. But if you don’t, what a way to go, huh?” I mock.

  “Xander, you’ve always been the poet between the two of us.”

  “I do my best, mate.” I grin at my best friend before returning my attention to Delilah. This heart-to-heart is endearing, but I’m too hungry for her to continue talking. “As much as I love this sultry dress on you, I have a feeling it will look much better off,” I grin from ear to ear while tugging at the black fabric. “Ethan, I think it’s time for our sexy little bombshell to strip down so that she’s only wearing her seductive smile.”

  “And those shoes,” Ethan quips, pointing at her feet. “Those definitely stay on.”

  “You demanding little bastard,” I tease.

  “I can’t help it.” Ethan comes and stands next to me. We’re both facing Delilah now. “I’m too eager.” He flashes me a cocky side glance before zooming in our little ingénue. “She does that to me.”

  For one quick second, I expect Delilah to look away shyly, but she doesn’t. Instead a faint cocky smile ghosts her lips and she lifts her chin up defiantly, like she’s keeping a secret she’s unwilling to reveal. Well, not yet anyways. When she folds her lower lip in her mouth and I read an unmistakable glee in her eyes, I already anticipate a smart repartee. “If you’re too much of a hurry, you’ll miss the best part.”

  “Which is?” Ethan and I ask in unison.

  “The underwear.” She had to go there. “They match the sandals,” she sing-songs, waggling her eyebrows. Was that a dare?

  “Sexy lingerie?” Ethan asks the obvious.

  “Is there any other kind?” Well, hell.

  Impatience drums through me. “That was a quick turnabout. It seems you can handle the heat after all.”

  “Let’s just say, I can’t help it. You two do that to me.” She uses Ethan’s words against us.

  “What a cheeky little vixen,” I say, impressed. “We’re done with the part of the evening where you tease us and we just stand here looking at your gorgeous self.” She’s been forewarned. I reach out and sweep her long hair behind her shoulders. I pull at the sash at her waist and watch as it unloops around her. I push open her dress fully to admire what she’s hiding underneath. “Christ,” I mutter. I take a small step backward so I can capture every nuance of this libidinous moment.

  “Fuck,” Ethan grunts. From that low guttural sound, I gather he’s taking her in with as much reverence as I am.

  Her enormous tits are trapped in a satiny black bra with silver flowers embroidered across the lacy edge. They’re squeezed so tight they look like they’re begging to jump out. Jesus. I’m not sure if it’s intentional on her part or just a lucky coincidence for us, but what she’s wearing could give a man cardiac arrest and send him straight to the gates of Heaven. No wonder I’ve been completely bewitched by her tits all night. Her matching panties are equally tempting. The embroidered flowers run across her stomach, emphasizing the luminosity of her skin. Everything about her lingerie is pure sin. As I glide my eyes all the way down to her high heels, I realize how desperate my cock is for release.

  I furtively look at my best friend. He’s in awe. How can he possibly not be? His gaze is burning Delilah’s. He takes a step towards her and sensually cups her left breast.

  “Dammit, woman,” Ethan grunts.

  “I warned you.” Yes, you did, but still.

  “What are those? Double Ds?” Ethan asks. I’ve sucked on enough huge and heavy breasts in my lifetime to know those are much bigger. I suspect Ethan does as well, but the question begs to be asked.

  “I’m a 38 DDD.” Both Ethan and I gasp. She’s all woman for sure. Her tits are in a category all of their own. “Too much?”

  We gasp again before answering in unison, “Hell, no.” Fuck, those must hang so beautifully when she’s naked.

  With his big hand still groping her breast, Ethan commands, “Xander, you take care of her dress and her bra and I’ll deal with her panties.” He pauses for a beat. “I want to lick her slickness, which I’m sure will trail down her legs as she gets more and more aroused as you disrobe her. It would be a shame to let that goodness go to waste.” He’s definitely a forward thinker.

  “Ethan, the stuff you say… It’s so… I mean… You’re so…” Delilah can’t seem to string together a sentence.

  “Downright filthy?” Two very accurate words.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “The less time we waste talking about my dirty mouth, the more time it can be on your pussy, licking, sucking and flicking your little clit until you come screaming all over my tongue. Unless you prefer I continue with the raunchiness as I finger-fuck you?” He’s so raw. “I’m easy either way.” He shrugs.

  “You’ve always been a practical man, my brother,” I throw his way. Delilah seems baffled by Ethan’s plan of attack. I’m sure she must be on edge about my best friend’s intentions. The more alert she is, the more she’ll come undone when she reaches her peak. I busy myself removing her dress. I help her shimmy her voluptuous body out of it. She doesn’t even resist. “Fuck, you’re sweet,” I grunt. “And for the record, once I remove your bra, you might have to call 911. I may collapse at the sight of your huge tits.” I chuckle.

  Ethan kneels in front of her with his fingers around the elastic of her panties. It’s as if he’s waiting for my cue. I nod at him and he starts sliding Delilah’s panties down one millimeter at a time. It’s an unhurried, sweet punishment meant to drive her crazy. It works. As promised, every time Ethan pushes the lacy piece of lingerie further down, he leans in between her thighs, sticks out his tongue and licks. He alternates between quick laps and longer ones. With each stroke, Delilah tilts her head back, moans lustfully and sways her hips from left to right in a slow wiggling motion. It’s a beautiful thing.

  “You don’t need these anymore,” Ethan instructs, looking down at the panties that are now pooled around her ankles. He holds out a hand and smiles up at her. She doesn’t need to be told twice.

  When she steps out of her panties, I finish undressing her. I unfasten her bra and lower the straps, allowing them to fall along her arms. “Off,” I command. She pulls out one arm and then the other and before you know it, she’s standing there in all her glory.

  Wow. Those are showstoppers. Her large pink aureoles will be the death of me. Damn, those are begging to be sucked. Honestly, her breasts are the way tits are meant to be enjoyed—giant, hanging and real. There’s nothing quite like natural tits. Nothing. There’s no two ways
about it. Delilah’s tits are made for doggy style. Fucking her from behind will be my bloody pleasure. Unable to control myself any longer, I grope her exposed breasts. “Your exquisite tits are insanely sensual,” I murmur, my thumbs circling her hard nipples.

  “Oh, Xander.” I love hearing my name like that on her lips.

  I stroke her breasts, my palms barely big enough to hold her triple Ds fully. “I’ve had to restrain myself all night not to reach out across the table and grab these like a horny teenage boy in the middle of the restaurant. I can now give in to my heart’s content.” I flash her a side grin. My fingers circle her nipples and then gently roll over her peaks. God.

  “Ahhh,” she lets out.

  With my eyes on her face, I increase the pressure until she bites her lower lip. “Look at you, sweetheart.”

  “Dear Lord,” she pants. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

  Of course. “I’m not here to dawdle. And Ethan doesn’t have much patience either,” I say, looking down at my friend, who is still kneeling at her feet.

  “In that case, you should know you’re not wasting your time or mine.” She giggles. “Not even close. In fact—”

  If she’s still able to think, I’m clearly doing a shitty job. I push her further. I pinch her erect nipple hard, cutting her off midsentence.

  “Ahhh,” she exhales, rolling her eyes at the back of her head. Much better.

  “You like what I’m doing to you?” I ask with cocksure assurance, since I already know the answer.

  “Xander,” she whispers, shivering. Mm-hmm. “Ah, Ethan,” she moans. My best friend holds true to his words. He’s licking between her thighs with such gusto it almost makes me jealous. Although Delilah has two men devoted to giving her what she needs, we’re lucky that she’s allowing us to feast on her like this. “My God… am I really doing this?” I doubt she intended on saying that aloud.

  “Everything about your body says you want this desperately,” I answer since Ethan is too busy working his way to the middle of her thighs. When my eyes move back up, I zoom to the bucket sitting on the coffee table. A wicked idea surges. This is going to be so divine, she’ll grow wings. She’s already been candid about her lack of experience with men. We could keep this light and fluffy, but why aim that low? Why have a measly piece of cake—no matter how delicious—when you can eat every last cake in the bakery shop instead? “Have you ever had a bubbly shower?”