Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “I don’t even know if I have one of those. What does it do? Is it like your clit?” A laugh escapes Jackie, then another when I roll my eyes at her, and then she’s really, really laughing. “All right, one blazing night doesn’t make me much of an expert. I get it. I still have a lot to learn. Instead of making fun of me, why don’t you tell me exactly what that spot does.”

  Jackie wipes the tears rolling down her face before answering me. “Riding a big cock with a generous girth is an experience like none other. If the guy knows what he’s doing and angles his body just right, when you come I swear you think you’re having an out-of-body experience.”

  “Wow. I guess I have been missing out.”

  “Yup. And a long cock that fills you up can get you there. Once you try it, you’re ruined for life. Fifteen centi—” She pauses. “Let me translate that into American for you. Six inches is a far cry from nine. Imagine having two big cocks to ride. Why would you settle for less after that? Don’t get me wrong, Nathan has a beautiful cock, but he’s not as long or as thick as David or Eric.”

  “So how is it to be with two men? You know, sexually? How does it work? Is it like when I was having fun with Ethan and Xander? Do you do it with one while the other watches?” I’m fully aware that I’m bombarding Jackie with questions without even giving her a chance to answer. Now that she’s shared her story, I realize she might be my guide in all this.

  “Are you asking because you want to take things to the next level with them or you’re just curious?”

  Her question catches me off guard. “I don’t know.” I’m still not sure I can get past the voice in my head telling me that it’s safer to keep walking the straight and narrow. “I still need more time. I’m incredibly grateful you were willing to listen and I can’t thank you enough for sharing your experience, but it’s still a huge step for me.”

  “In that case, I’ll hold off answering your question for now. If you decide it’s too much, I’ll be here if you need someone to talk to. If you decide to press on, you can come to me with any questions. The reason I opened up was because I didn’t want you to think what happened between Ethan, Xander and you was abnormal or wrong. The reality is that ninety-nine percent of the population is more comfortable with plain vanilla sex. It’s not for everybody. There’s nothing mundane about a threesome. I don’t want to influence you. This decision has to come from you and only you.”

  CHAPTER 20

  Xander

  “Home, sweet home,” I say to myself as I look out at the garden from behind the glass attachment that connects Ethan’s house to mine. Our houses look like two letter Ls joined at the bottom. The partition extends from my back door all the way to my best friend’s. We’ve furnished the open space with a massive handcrafted reclaimed wood table. This is where we share most meals when we’re both in town.

  When we bought the land and the six dilapidated homes that were tucked away in an up-and-coming area of London for a song nine years ago, I suggested we build one of these glass attachments so that we could easily move from one house to the other even during the most miserable British days. Ethan immediately jumped at the idea. We’re both blessed to have magnificent homes decorated by some of the most talented designers in the city, but I would say this is where we spend most of our time.

  My eyes scan the garden and I nod approvingly. Like any self-respecting Brits, we keep the grounds surrounding our homes manicured perfectly. Since neither Ethan nor I have a green thumb, Megan Burton, our gardener extraordinaire and her team, keep this large property worthy of a feature in The English Garden magazine. I look up at the sky and sigh, satisfied. Although it’s nothing like LA and there are a few clouds patching the sky, by London standards, this is a promising day.

  I’m already on my second cup of coffee of the day. As much as I love the City of Angels, finding good coffee there is like a bloody expedition. Intelligentsia Coffee is definitely commendable, but unfortunately none of their three locations were located near my hotel, the recording studio or most of the meetings I attended. At least when I’m home, I’m certain to start my day on the right foot with a cup of dark goodness.

  As minutes tick away, my mind wanders back to last night. There was insane chemistry between the three of us. I know I’m going out on a limb here considering we only played with the curvy American, but there was something else. I can’t put my finger on it. God knows Ethan and I have had our fair share of threesomes, but it’s never felt quite like that on the first night. Granted, all the women we’ve been with, including Adele, had been with two men at the same time before. Delilah was our first virgin. Not even Zoe Cooper was an ingénue. She’s the first woman we shared. We were eighteen years old—at the top of our singing careers—and she was twenty-one. She was part of the all-girls band Little Honeys. And like most teenagers and young woman, she had a massive crush on us. It was reciprocal. The only problem was, for the first time since we started dating girls, neither Ethan nor I were willing to walk away. We both wanted Zoe with as much ardor. Late one night when we had closed a bar during a tour in Japan where her band was our opening act, she made a proposition that changed our lives. Since Zoe had already four threesomes under her belt, she showed us the ropes. Once we had discovered the potent rush that runs through your veins when three people come at the same time, there was no going back.

  I’m sure claiming Delilah will be fucking mind-blowing. Her innocence is the only reason we didn’t fuck her. We’re never that gentle. When I watch Ethan ravish a woman, I’m so wound up and horny, it’s unthinkable for me not to shoot my load between her thighs, all over her tits, up her ass or at the back of her throat. Last night was different. Focusing on Delilah’s pleasure before ours was the only way to go—my mind is certain of it, my dick not so much.

  “Fuck,” I growl as my cock twitches. I’m flashing back to how vulnerable—pleading even—her eyes were looking up at me as my best friend brought her to the edge by finger-fucking her. I close my eyes, tilt my head back and cup my cock for relief. Another low guttural sound escapes me as I squeeze hard. Damn.

  “If you’re going to wank, go back to your room or the bathroom. Unless there’s a woman present, I don’t want to see you stroke your cock or come.” Ethan’s voice is still booming at this early time of the day.

  I pop my eyes open and look at my best friend as he walks towards me with a huge grin across his face. “I can’t help it, mate.”

  “I don’t blame you.” He takes a sip of his coffee. Just like me, he’s barefooted and he’s only sporting boxer briefs. This is typical of our weekend ritual. “You couldn’t sleep because of the jetlag or Delilah?”

  “A little of both. Mostly because of her.” Why else would I be up at nine o’clock in the morning when I went to bed at six? Don’t forget that I partied all week long until I had to leave for the airport. In other words, in the last forty-eight hours, I only have three hours of sleep in my system. “And you?” I ask.

  “I came back from Monaco, remember? I can’t use the different time zone as an excuse. It’s only one hour and it doesn’t affect me much. Delilah kept me tossing and turning.”

  “There’s something about her,” I say before taking another sip. Ethan does the same.

  “I couldn’t agree with you more. When I went up to my room to catch a little sleep, I wanked under the shower. I thought I’d be able to survive the night, but I was wrong. Before my ass hit the mattress, my hand was already on my cock again, stroking furiously like a teenager. I came so hard, I’m surprised you didn’t hear me. This morning, Delilah was on my mind as I relieved my morning stiffy.” There’s no trace of lightheartedness. Ethan is as serious as a heart attack. I know exactly where he’s coming from. It’s been a long time since a woman had this effect on us.

  After hiring a taxi to make sure Delilah got home safely, Ethan and I hopped into the back of another taxi and did the same. Neither of us exchanged a word. There was too much to say and none of it should be s
hared in public. Since we were too wound up from being so turned on by our illicit night, we decided to kick back on the oversize sofas that are right behind where we’re standing now. We sat across from each other for an hour nursing a glass of Cognac Prunier elixir Ethan brought back with him from France, reminiscing about every scene—from the moment all three of us walked into the private room until we made it clear to Delilah we were interested in seeing her again. At some point, I suspect both of us were far too aroused to continue talking and retreated to our individual homes. After hearing Ethan’s confession, I realize we were both doing our best to relieve tension. From the weariness I read on his face, I think he did as shitty a job at it as I did.

  “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t fare much better. I woke up with a raging erection. I had to wank just to manage to get out of bed. My cock was so hard, there was no way I was going to be able to walk—not when the only thing on my mind was her,” I confess.

  “At least you were able to wait until this morning.”

  I shoot Ethan an incredulous look. “Don’t think for one second that my hand wasn’t on my cock when we got back before falling asleep. I suspect the only reason I didn’t hear you come was because I was lost to my orgasm.”

  We both laugh.

  “It’s like a movie that’s on perpetual rewind,” Ethan says.

  “Exactly,” I exclaim, snapping my fingers together. “I can’t stop playing back every single salacious second of our naughty encounter with the full-figured bombshell.” I shake my head. Suddenly, I explode in laughter.

  “What?” Ethan asks with his cup frozen in mid air.

  “You did warn me. About her, that is.”

  He nods. “Perhaps, but it still didn’t prevent me from being completely under her spell.”

  “I could gorge on that woman for days. And I already know that watching you pound her pussy with your cock will be more than I can handle, but since I’m a gambling man, I’m willing to take the risk.” I snicker.

  “I’m in the same boat.” As much as we love fucking a woman at the same time, we take immense pleasure in watching each other push her past her breaking point.

  “Don’t even get me started on her outrageously sexy accent. The way she screamed out my name will remain with me forever.”

  “Everything about her is deliriously delicious,” Ethan marvels.

  “I know,” I agree. “And you know what else I like about her?” My best friend shakes his head. “I love the sweet way she submits to us.”

  “I couldn’t have said it better, mate. The way she gives in to our dominant nature is intoxicating.” We’re definitely on the same page.

  “Fuck,” I growl. Ethan chuckles. It’s almost as if he knows what I’m about to say. “I can still taste the sweetness of her pussy on my lips this morning,” I confess.

  “I didn’t want to wash my hands last night. I wanted her perfume to linger. The way she clenched my fingers when she came nearly sent me over the edge.”

  “I can only imagine.” I nod a few times, imagining Delilah’s pussy squeezing my cock as she milks me while riding out her climax.

  “I was dying to make her come with my mouth. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to flick my tongue against her little clit. It was painful not to give into my urges, but I knew if I did, I’d have to fuck her. Hush wasn’t the right place for that. She needs a bed for her first time with us.”

  He makes a good point.

  “So you’re finally ready to move forward and leave the botched relationship with Adele behind?” I know it’s a loaded question, but it begs to be asked.

  Ethan stares at me long and hard. After a few seconds, he pulls his eyes away from mine. He might be focusing on the garden view in front of him, but I’m sure his mind is churning. I don’t pressure him. I just stand there and wait for him to open up. He rubs his head in circular motions. It’s a habit he has when he’s mulling things over. “Since Delilah is only here for the summer, I doubt things will have time to evolve to what we shared with Adele.”

  That’s not what I expected to hear. His clinical answer doesn’t do it for me.

  “That’s a clever way to skirt around my question, Ethan. I know a few days ago you were up for a ménage, but we thought we were going to meet a stranger for a random one-night stand. Hooking up with Delilah was never part of the plan. Now that I’ve tasted her, things are different for me. I suspect it’s the same for you. We made this solemn promise to each other when we were five—you and I are in this together. When it comes to the woman who scarred us so much, I need you to be one hundred percent sure you’re ready to let go of her.”

  From the very first time, Adele Bradford took hold of our hearts and wouldn’t let go. We met her two years ago. We’re all the same age. Ethan and I were very much entrenched in our new careers and had left our showmanship years behind us. Unexpectedly, we received an invitation to present the Best New Boy Band of the year category at the Brit Awards. Our former band mates Edward and Bryan flew in from Spain for the occasion. It was a huge honor for all four of us. We were incredibly excited. The evening went on without a hitch. When we got on stage to read the list of nominees, we received a standing ovation that warmed our hearts. It was good to see that some people still remembered.

  At the after party, Ethan and I spotted Adele at the same time. She’s a publicist for a major record-label company. She was absolutely breathtaking. We clicked on the first night. It was instant. After that, we dated her for six months. She even moved in with us. Both Ethan and I thought it would turn into more, but when Adele’s family found out she was dating two men they gave her an ultimatum. In the end, she chose them. Not us.

  We were crushed. We loved her so much. It took us months to recover. Although I agonized over her decision, it was a much bigger blow for Ethan. We pushed away the idea of ever sharing one woman again—we were okay with defiling two. We delved into casual, emotionless and non-committed fucking with a vengeance. The fact that both of our careers have been taking flight in the last year has allowed us to ignore the void Adele created when she walked away. I’m always hopping on a flight to scout out new artists or to manage a rising star. With the popularity of YouTube and talent TV shows, I’m busier than ever. There’s nothing to complain about, but it does make it difficult to enjoy the kind of kinky sex my best friend and I crave—even for just one night. As for Ethan, he’s also made a point of losing himself in his work. Delilah changes everything.

  “I wouldn’t have said that had it been any another woman. But I agree, Xander, it’s not the same with Delilah. I hope she’ll want more from us, but I can tell you this, once won’t be enough for me.” The fact that Ethan admitted to that is quite telling.

  “It was the right thing to do to give her space to sort out her feelings—”

  “It was,” Ethan interrupts. “If it’s a lot for us to handle, imagine how it must be for her. We’ve been around the block a few dozen times. She’s still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.” He bumps my arm with his elbow. I know he’s trying to appease me. “She needs time to process everything.” Ethan is always the voice of reason. I, on the other hand, am way too impatient.

  “I have to tell you, I’m eager for her to text us back,” I confess.

  “I am as well, Xander.” I’m glad I’m not the only one. “We’re both away tomorrow for the day and we won’t be back until Tuesday afternoon. There’s not much we can do until then.”

  “You’re right,” I acquiesce, pulling my lips up in disappointed scowl.

  “I guess having to travel to Dublin for the day is a welcome distraction for both of us. You’ll be meeting with one of your new Irish artists while I’ll spend the day convincing my big American client who lives there to part with his money. Our attention will be elsewhere—it won’t be on our cocks.” Ethan laughs aloud. The fact that I don’t react puts an end to his light mood. “She’ll text us back. There’s no point in rushing it.”

  Although I’m
hopeful Delilah will come around, I have to concede she did look like a fish out of water, which means this might not go our way—no matter how much we want her. “And if she doesn’t?”

  Ethan places a hand on my shoulder. His grin grows wide and I know even before he speaks, he’s got it all figured out. “Then we’ll just have to remind her—in a not-so-subtle way—how good we are together.”

  “Now you’re talking,” I cheer.

  When two domineering, oversexed men want you, you don’t stand a chance.

  CHAPTER 21

  Delilah

  Since Jackie has been in my shoes before, she devised a plan to distract me for the rest of the day on Sunday. We lost ourselves at the Victoria and Albert Museum. For hours we toured the world’s largest museum of decorative arts and design. I was in my element and able to stop obsessing—even though for a short time—over Ethan and Xander. There are so many amazing museums in London that I have yet to discover in my short stay here. I was thrilled to cross another one off my list. After an exciting day, we retreated back to our place and ended the evening watching the Bridget Jones trilogy of movies while stuffing our faces with takeaway and drinking ourselves silly. I’m so grateful Jackie has become such a great ally. Had I stayed cooped up in the apartment, it truly would’ve driven me crazy.

  By the end of the day I was well entertained, but the second I went to bed, my mind was restless again. Thank God Monday zoomed by as quickly as Sunday did. Gemma assigned me to shadow Piper and Katrina to learn the ropes. All three of us spent the day visiting with new artists the gallery wants to represent at their studios. You can imagine that it didn’t take long for both of my colleagues to bombard me with questions about my night at Hush. Had I not had that heart-to-heart with Jackie, I most likely would’ve spilled my guts. Until I revealed everything to my roommate, I felt like a pressure cooker ready to burst. Luckily by Monday, I was calmer. I was still conflicted as hell, but at least I didn’t feel the urge to over-share or ask for advice.