“Okay, here it goes.” She smiles wide. “I want to preface by saying that under any other circumstance, I’d never have the courage to ask this question point-blank. I’m going to blame the wine and the whiskey for my brazenness.” Well, that sounds promising. She circles the rim of her glass cup with her index finger before meeting my gaze. She glances down again for a beat then looks up to Xander.
“Sure. That’s it, hide the dirty girl inside of you behind booze,” Xander teases. We chuckle.
“You definitely have my attention now,” I respond.
Delilah drops her cup and saucer on the live-edge wooden side table imported from Canada to her left. Xander and I follow her cue. We lean forward and drop our unfinished coffees on the glass table in front of us. It’s so in sync, you’d think we rehearsed it beforehand. I’m not sure yet where this conversation is headed, but it’s best to be prepared.
“My cousin had a question about the two of you…” She pulls her lower lip into her mouth. My cock goes hard. I might not have any sisters, but I know from former women I’ve dated, girls talk. In many cases they’re even raunchier and more daring than we are. Fuck, the idea of her talking about what we’ve done to her with her best friend turns me on more than it should. “Since I wasn’t sure, I had to guess my answer, but truth be told I’m dying to know now.”
“You were talking about us to Maggie?” I ask as if she hasn’t already said that. My voice goes down by several octaves.
She answers with a one-shoulder shrug. Xander and I look at each other.
“Is it a naughty question?” Xander takes the bull by the horn.
She gives us that one-shoulder shrug again. By now I’ve come to understand that it’s the way her body warns us that she’s incredibly uncomfortable. “I know I’m at a disadvantage because I haven’t been with that many men, so my experience is fairly limited, but…” She pauses and shifts her eyes from mine to Xander’s.
“But what?” I pressure her.
“I’m all ears, sweetheart.” I can hear the impatience in Xander’s voice.
“I know I shouldn’t compare, but…” Huh? “Of course, I didn’t have a ruler or measuring tape on hand…” Is she speaking American? “I was telling Maggie how big—more like huge—the two of you were.” Ah, I see now. She might have an angelic face, but there’s a little devil living inside her. “I guessed your cocks are ten inches long.” She hitches a breath and bites down on her lower lip. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or desire, but goddammit, does it ever do a number on my cock.
“Ten?” Xander asks. We exchange a furtive look. When I see his lips quiver, I suspect he’s doing his best not to laugh.
“Am I right?”
Instead of answering her question, I throw her one of my own. “What did Maggie have to say about that?” I ask.
She raises one eyebrow slightly and curls up her lips. “She was very impressed and a little jealous—not that she has anything to complain about when it comes to her own boyfriend, but let’s just say he’s not as big as you guys are.” She laughs. Yeah, I’m definitely rock hard now.
“Are you happy with our ten-inch cocks?” Xander is preparing her.
She rubs her legs together before answering. I notice Xander pressing his legs together mesmerized by the way she’s taunting us. He’s dying. “Of course I am.”
“Are we bigger than your former boyfriends and lovers?” It’s my turn to add a spark of raunchiness to the discussion.
Her eyes widen. “Definitely.” Of course we are. Her smile grows so wide it nearly takes over her face. “Much, much, much bigger.” Now we’re talking.
“Would you want more?” Xander’s question makes me laugh. The way he licks his lips is just icing on the cake.
“There’s no way I could handle more.”
“Really?” Xander sneers at my cockiness.
“Really,” she replies, unsure.
“Not even one or two extra inches more?” I press. She shakes her head. Xander and I look at each other again. I’m certain he can read the same burning lust in my eyes that I can in his. “Ethan, don’t you think Delilah underestimates herself?”
“I do, mate.”
She tilts her head back and roars. “The way you say that, Xander, it’s as if you could grow bigger cocks. Like that’s ever going to happen.”
“We don’t have to, sweetheart.”
“Huh?” Delilah furrows her brows.
“As you said earlier, you haven’t been with that many men,” I remind her. “Perhaps that’s why you didn’t realize we’re twelve inches long, not ten.” And just like that I burst her bubble.
“Both of you?” she asks, astounded. We nod. “Holy shit. That’s a foot long. That’s massive.” She shrieks that last part.
“It’s not only a foot of manhood pounding inside your sweet pussy, but it’s also a very wide fit since both Ethan and I have a fairly impressive girth. Some say girth trumps length, but with us, you never have to settle.”
Jesus Christ. I go from being completely turned on to being lit up like a Christmas tree. Even after sharing so many women, Xander has a way of turning the heat in a room way up with his dirty talking. His goal is definitely to arouse our little Texan, but the combination of the filth coming out of his mouth and the desperate way I want her has me on edge.
“Oh,” she whispers. Her cheeks are beet red and it’s not from the alcohol. Xander’s words hit her as hard as they nearly knock me off of this sofa.
“I know you can’t take us completely inside your mouth, yet, but we’re still working on it. That said, you’ve demonstrated that you’re particularly gifted at swallowing us whole with your tight little pussy. I can’t wait to see how much of us you take when we claim your virgin ass.” Blimey. Xander has no filter when he’s aroused.
“Xander, you have a—”
“Filthy, dirty, perverted mouth?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“I already know that. So do you. And Ethan here loves what my unholy mouth does to you.” He has no intention of sugarcoating it tonight. “Where do you want it first, sweetheart?”
“Xander…” The way she says my best friend’s name suddenly makes me desperate to hear mine against her lips.
When she doesn’t respond, Xander applies a little more pressure. “It’s a simple question. You want me to take care of your pussy, your tits or your ass first? Don’t worry, whichever one I don’t focus on, Ethan can gorge on.”
“My God.” She brushes her cascade of hair away from her face and leans forward. She slides her legs up against the ottoman and hugs them like a protective armor. As if that’s enough to curb Xander’s tendency for verbal wantonness. Xander mirrors her position by dropping his elbows onto his thighs. They’re looking at each other with half-lidded eyes and cocky smiles stretching their lips. This is foreplay at its best. Xander is the predator eyeing his prey. In this case, the victim seems more than willing to succumb.
In an attempt to call a truce, I hold my hand out. “Come here, love.” I pat the seat next to me. “Sit over here, between Xander and I.”
She eyes my hand warily before looking straight at me. Her piercing blue eyes seem to see right through me. “I’m not sure about that. There’s a lot to live up to now that I know the truth.” Her gaze drops to my crotch.
“As we rise to the challenge, so will you.” We all snicker at Xander’s double entendre.
“You crazy Brit,” she throws at him.
“You delicious curvy Texan,” Xander volleys.
“Take my hand, Delilah. I won’t repeat myself,” I warn.
“Don’t let our size intimidate you,” Xander advises. “We all know you can handle it.”
“You should know by now that our one and only goal is to bring you an indecent amount of pleasure before we take ours—a twelve-inch cock makes that easier.” That does it. She gets up from her seat and sashays to me on the tips of her toes. She takes my hand and in that moment I can tell that aware
ness streaks through her. The adrenaline running though me travels to her when our skin touches. The way she stares at me with her big beautiful blue eyes tells me so. My gaze is fixated on her. Although I can’t see myself, I suspect my eyes are incredibly dark from the raging desire storming through my veins. “I felt it too, love.”
“So it wasn’t only me?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t.”
“I felt it too, sweetheart,” Xander says, surprising us both.
“Really?” Delilah asks. Her eyes widen. They look enormous.
“Yeah, and I wasn’t even touching either of you.” My best friend’s words confirms what I’ve been saying all along.
“We have an incredible connection together.” I tug her hand gently and Delilah takes a seat between the two of us, perching on the edge of the cushion. “All three of us,” I emphasize. I’m still holding onto her hand and she makes no effort to pull it away from me.
Xander’s hand glides down to the small of her back. “We’re so lucky we found you.” He draws his fingers up along her spine and she shivers. “I’m not even going to waste my breath telling you how much I want you because you already know that.”
“God,” she lets out softly.
“I know this is our second night together, but things flow so easily between us, it feels like we’ve been sharing you for a long time.”
“Xander is right. Not only do we mesh perfectly, but it’s effortless. All the pieces of the puzzle fit in one snap.”
“You guys leave me speechless when you say things like that.”
“I’m sure you know by now that we’re not saying any of those things to butter you up. We really mean it.”
“In some strange way, I’m glad both of you were at Hush on the same night. I wouldn’t have been able to choose between the two of you.”
“Why is that, love?” I ask.
“Had you told me that it was possible to want two men with as much fervor, I would’ve said you’re crazy. But here I am wanting—no, craving—both of you.”
Xander’s gaze is dead serious. “Is that so? You need both of us?”
Delilah closes her eyes for a beat. She exhales a long breath. “You know I do.” Sweet. “Crazy, huh, considering we haven’t known each other that long?”
“When you’re supposed to be with someone it clicks or it doesn’t,” I say. “It’s an in-the-moment thing. Knowing them for ten years won’t make it happen if it didn’t initially. There’s nothing crazy about the way you feel about us. I’m glad you want this be the three of us.” I look up at Xander and he nods his agreement. “It wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable for us if you weren’t totally into this heart and soul. It’s not only about Xander and I getting our rocks off and satisfying our kink of watching you submit to the other, it’s also about you being turned on by the idea of having two lovers.”
She chokes out a laugh. “Oh, trust me. I’m turned on all right.”
“That’s a good thing, because I love it when you’re fully aroused.” Xander smiles. His expression is so wicked, I know he has something up his sleeve. “Have you ever been fucked on a sofa by two men, Delilah?”
There we have it. It’s not as if I can chastise Xander for putting such an abrupt stop to a tender moment considering how much my cock is throbbing. I thought we were going to my bedroom, but luckily this massive L-shaped sofa can accommodate Xander’s raunchy proposal.
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that,” Delilah says.
“Yeah, you’re right. But I want to hear you say it.” Xander’s tone is unwavering.
“Until the two of you came along in my life, I had never done anything with two men at the same time. What we did at Hush definitely broke down my walls and it took me out of my comfort zone. I know this might sound a little prudish, but until that night at the lounge I had only had sex in the bedroom. So to answer your question, no, I haven’t.”
“Would you like to be fucked by two men on a sofa?” When Xander is playful like this, he’s brilliant.
“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 sexy 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 laughs. “Is she wet?” Her eyes widen at my question.
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