“Are you going to ignore me and just keep talking to him?” she asks.
She’s testy tonight. “This is all about you, love. I think Xander has already been clear about that. I’m not ignoring you at all. On the contrary, everything I ask him to do to you is to take you over the edge. It may not make any sense now, but when you come screaming your head off, it will.” Her lips form an O. I chuckle at her reaction. “Can we go back to our regularly scheduled program now?”
“Yes, we can.” She laughs.
“Good. Xander, I asked you a question.”
I watch as he fills his lungs with her scent. “She smells heady. She’s ready for us, Ethan. I don’t have to touch her. I already know she’s soaking wet.”
“That might be the case, but I want to see proof.” What can I say? I can be very kinky and an incredibly greedy bastard when I put my mind to it.
Xander, pushes her panties to the side and slides his fingers into her warmth. Her body flinches at his touch.
“Jesus.” Delilah squirms.
“Her pussy is dripping wet, mate. Just like we like it. I swear if I were to fuck her, I’d have to grip her hips hard or else I fear I might slide right out of her. She’s that ready.” Xander pulls his fingers from her pussy. When he brings them to his mouth and licks his fingers, Delilah squeezes her tits together. Yes.
“Do that again, Xander,” I order. Her mouth gapes wide open. I guess she’s unable to believe how far I’m willing to go. Xander sweeps another coat of her sweet juices and holds his fingers up in front of him, admiring her desire for us. Even at this distance I can see how her white slickness sticks to his fingers. I press my legs together, concerned I might come before we even get things started. My best friend notices and waits for me to look at him again before continuing. He brings both fingers to his mouth and licks slowly, making a maximum of raunchy noise. Fuck.
“Is her clit hard?”
“You know what? I didn’t check.” Xander tilts his head to the right to emphasize his words. He can be such a freaking comedian.
“Maybe you should,” I suggest.
“I’m still in the room, you know,” Delilah reminds us.
My eyes sweep the length of her body languorously. I lick my lips a few times before speaking again. “I can see that, love.”
Xander glances at her with a smile before focusing his attention on me. “You mean dip my finger inside her warm pussy again until it’s rubbing against her sensitive spot for your enjoyment… and mine?”
I nod, biting off a smile. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“You can be such a demanding prick sometimes,” Xander huffs with feigned exasperation. He dips the fingers that were in his mouth into her pussy. By the way his hand is moving in a circular motion and from the moans she lets out, I’m guessing he’s skating his fingers over her clit. “Her sweet little clit is begging for relief. It’s so hard, I want to drop to my knees and lick it until she comes gushing all over my tongue.”
“Christ,” she whimpers. “Neither of you need to fuck me. You know that? I’ll come just from listening to you talk.”
“Perhaps, but it won’t be nearly as hedonistic as feeling my balls slapping against your clit as I ride you from behind while squeezing your peaked nipples hard.” Wow, that was nasty even for Xander.
“Don’t you think you’d get a whole lot more out of that scenario?” I piggyback on Xander’s repartee. “Are you aching for our twelve-inch cocks, love?” I keep at it without giving her a chance to answer my first question.
“Do you think she’ll lose her mind even more when she comes, now that she knows that we’re much bigger than she initially thought we were?” Xander is truly the king of cockiness.
“That’s an excellent question, mate. I doubt we’ll have an answer to that until she rides our cocks a few times. What do you say? Should we aim for four or five orgasms tonight?”
“I love the way you think, mate. I say let’s go for six. You know I’m a strong believer in doing things thoroughly.”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Delilah hisses. Her lidded eyes are glazed with lust.
“You’re wasting your time, sweetheart. Do you really think they’ll be able to help you? When two dominant alpha males want you as much as we do, not even a higher power can save you.” Damn, I love it when the poet in Xander comes out to play.
“No, no, no,” she protests. “Stop it, please. You can’t keep doing this to me. You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
Poor little kitten. Doesn’t she know that’s the whole point? “How badly do you want to ride a hungry foot-long, love?”
“Ethan, show me some mercy. You’re asking me questions I don’t have the presence of mind to answer. This is far too consuming. All this is new to me and I’m not sure I can handle any more.” Bullshit. You’re adjusting just fine.
“I love it when you beg like that, love.” I narrow my eyes at her. She brings her hands to her breasts and kneads them. My guess is that it’s a combination of nerves and wantonness. Still, I don’t recall asking her to touch herself. “Why are your hands preventing me from enjoying the tits you know I love so much?”
Her eyes go wide. Clearly, my question startles her. “Ethan…” she whispers.
“Delilah, put your hands down. Now,” I say. After a few seconds of hesitation, she obeys. “Much better,” I say, satisfied.
It’s no surprise that a big girl like Delilah would have massive tits, but hers are a work of art. I’ve seen my fair share of tits, but these are spectacular. I love the way they hang low, touching her stomach. Contrary to many of the curvy women I’ve been with, who have extraordinary large areolas that take over the whole breasts, Delilah’s are perfectly sized. They circle her small, perky nipples beautifully. If I could hang from them, sucking at them all day, I would.
“Ethan, what if we put her out of her misery?” Xander’s question shakes me out of my reverie. “Let’s spit-roast her.”
“Wh-what does that mean?” Delilah asks, almost panicked.
“One of us pounds your pussy while the other fucks your mouth.” I enlighten her. “It’s slightly different from last night because Xander was on his back. When we spit-roast you, one of us will be standing or kneeling against the mattress. It gives us far more leverage.”
“Yeah.” Xander is practically salivating. “She’s so good at swallowing every drop of my release and the sight of your cock disappearing inside her pussy is enough to make me come.”
“I’m with you, Xander.” I shift my eyes to meet Delilah’s stunned ones. “Just to be clear, that’s the beginner’s level. In time, we’ll change it up. It will be you sucking on a cock while your ass gets fucked.” I know my words are crude, but when I’m this turned on, there’s no way around it.
“Damn, I can’t wait for us to get to the next level, Ethan. That said, I’ll gladly start with level one.”
“Actually, mate, I’m thinking I might want to watch as she drinks up your release.”
“You want to sit there stroking your cock with your eyes on her pretty little mouth as I feed her my very big hungry dick until I explode in the back of her throat?” Fuck. Xander’s words tighten my balls.
“You really do have a dirty mouth,” I observe, impressed. Xander grins. Delilah whimpers and closes her eyes. “No, love. I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” I cross my legs and ease myself back against the seat. I lean back and rest my head against my hands to better enjoy every salacious moment. This isn’t the way I had envisioned this night. It’s far better. “I want them on me,” I press. When her blue eyes are staring at me again, I reward her with a smile. “Xander, it’s ungentlemanly for you to still be fully clothed while Delilah is exposing all her glory to us in such a tempting way.”
“How inconsiderate of me. Let me remedy the situation immediately.” In a flash, he kicks off his Giuseppe Zanotti black leather high-top trainers and removes his socks in a matching color. Without missing a beat, he
takes off his black jeans and strips out of his light grey Henley shirt. Even when he dresses down, Xander is always stylish.
Everything was so fucking rushed last night. There was no time to admire her. Now that the tempo is much more civilized, I can. I drink in the lines of her voluptuous body like I’m witnessing a bloody miracle. For the love of God, the woman is perfect. I can never understand why women are ashamed of their God-given curves. There’s nothing more beautiful. In my world, wide hips and thighs that touch rule. Everything about Delilah makes me lose all of my senses. She’s watching me watching her with a pleased glee twinkling in her eyes. When the sides of her lips curl up, I know she’s fully aware of how much she turns me on. In the meantime, Xander has stripped naked. He stands next to Delilah as proud as a peacock with his cock so straight it’s pointing right up at him.
“Xander, suck her big tits. And I want to hear it, mate. Suck them like you’ve never had a go at them in your life.”
My best friend lifts an eyebrow as to say, You’re totally unleashed. I tilt my head to the right and raise both eyebrows to let him know that I’m just getting started. From the dark stare he casts on me and his half smile, I know he’s enjoying every second of this. Given the fact that Xander is standing to Delilah’s right, I expect him to start with one breast and work his way to the other. He surprises me when he drops his hands on Delilah’s shoulders, turns her slightly—I guess he doesn’t want to obstruct my view—and grabs both her tits in his hands, letting out a low groan.
He adjusts his hold, cupping her breasts so her nipples peek out invitingly over his fingers. That’s what I’m talking about. He squeezes her tits hard before clamping his lips over her nipple. He’s voracious, alternating from closing his mouth around her nipples to flicking the peak with his tongue. The visual is so powerful I bring my right hand to my cock and squeeze.
He pauses for a beat. “You’re so fucking hot,” Xander murmurs. He glances up, meeting Delilah’s dazed stare, before shifting his eyes in my direction and winking.
Satisfied he has our full attention, he goes back at it. This time, he parts her tits, sinks his face between her breasts and presses them around his head. Her tits are so generous, they envelop part of his head. Fuck. I totally can sympathize. I too could lose myself between her tits and never come up for air for the rest of my life.
Delilah is panting in broken staccatos with her head tilted backwards. Her fiery cascade is so long, the tips caress the burgeoning swell of her ass. Xander sucks on Delilah’s breasts so hard it draws a yelp and a hiss of breath from our curvy little Texan. The greedier he gets, the more she shivers. The more both of them moan the more turned on I become. Feeling my cock over my jeans isn’t good enough. With rushed hands I undo the button and lower my zipper. I open my jeans and slide my hand underneath my boxer briefs. I let out a long exhale when my hand reaches my aching cock. I stroke a few times until a few beads of moisture escape from the tip. For a voyeur like myself, this is the ultimate foreplay.
“Good Lord, Ethan, you’re killing me.” She’s so delirious she doesn’t even know who to blame for her current state.
“How can you say that, love? I’m not even touching you,” I say. “Xander is the one latching onto your tits. Not me,” I mock. My best friend groans. I guess he finds my explanation as amusing as I do. “That said, I totally understand why he feels the need to worship them like he is now.” I chuckle.
When Delilah notices the movement of my hand, a light pink flush covers her cheeks, throat and upper chest as her lips part with her heavy breathing. Yeah, she’s turned on a like a light switch. To my delight, she whimpers and wiggles underneath Xander’s feasting mouth as I continue to stroke.
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 cum 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 36
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 i
mpatience 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 cum 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. 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 brown 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 cum 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.
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