Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  “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 cum, 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. “Goddammit,” 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 38

  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 the 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 laughs.

  “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.

  “Great. It makes me feel better to know that you’re behind closed doors.” I definitely feel more confident. The last thing I want is for someone to catch a snippet of our conversation. That could get Maggie in trouble and I couldn’t live with that.

  “Okay, I just want to say how ready I am for this. I’ve been looking forward to this call since you texted me four hours ago. I’ve never watched time pass so slowly. I’m eager to jump right into it, but before we dive into your sordid tales of debauchery, let’s start with the important stuff—”

  “Wait a minute, my sex life is important.” I huff indignantly.

  “I couldn’t agree with you more, but I want to know how you’re doing outside of the bedroom… you know, when you’re not riding your two hot hunks.” She winks.

  “You’re too funny.”

  “Let’s start with you telling me about your day.”

  I smile at her. I love how she cares about me. It’s very reciprocal, but it’s still very touching. “All I have to say is tomorrow I can scream TGIF at the top of my lungs. I can totally deal with that mentally. I have to. It’s the only way I can wrap my head around the fact that Ashley wants us to be at the gallery by seven-thirty tomorrow morning. That means I have to get up by six o’clock in the morning. I so plan on doping up on coffee all day tomorrow.”

  “Why do you have to be there so early?”

  “Two words.” I pause and lift my hands up so Maggie can see them. “Calysta Knight.” I accentuate each word with air quotes.

  “Of course. The famous American painter who’s crossing over.” I’m so over the moon that I can’t stop talking about it. Other than my flurries of text messages about Xander and Ethan, I’ve been keeping Maggie up to date on the developments surrounding the upcoming events. “So what are you working on that’s keeping you chained to your computer?”

  Over the next ten minutes I share with my cousin everything that’s transpired today and I also list some of the major projects that I have to knock off of my list by tomorrow evening.

  “It definitely sounds like an insane amount of work, but at the same time haven’t you been waiting for an event of this caliber your whole career, Dee?”

  I nod emphatically. “I have. Given how low I was on the totem pole at the New York gallery, I doubt I would’ve had half the responsibilities I have now. Jay”—he’s my former boss—“would’ve confined me to sending out invitations and booking the plane tickets and hotel rooms for the artist. For the rest, it would be the boring humdrum of checking email to confirm RSVPs. Although I’m a summer exchange employee, Ashley is dead set on helping spread my wings. I love her so much for that.”

  “It’s all good, then?”

  “It is.” I grin. “How about you, Maggie? How was your day? Is the renovation on that historic building in Harlem still keeping you on your toes?”

  “Yeah. So much so that it’s keeping me awake at night. Man, is this project ever kicking my ass. It’s so easy when you send a demolition team out to bring down a building, but when it’s related to a building that dates from World War I, you’re dealing with so much political bullshit and so many regulations. On top of that, the paperwork alone can kill you. You know how much time we spend on research to make sure that we’re not violating any bylaws set to protect buildings that are the foundation of this city? It’s freaking insane.”

  “Sorry to hear that.” I sympathize. Things can get heavy at the gallery, but nothing compared to some of the roadblocks Maggie has to deal with in her job.

  “Don’t worry about me, Dee, just like you, I’m half Southern, there ain’t no beast I can’t tame—including this one.” Her pronounced accent sends us into a laughing fit.

  “On another note, how is William?”

  “My beau,” she coos.

  Just the mention of my cousin’s boyfriend changes her entire demeanor. For the next ten minutes she updates me on anything she might have missed from the dozens of elated text messages she sends me each day about her new relationship.

  “I guess sometimes you just have to leave the Big Apple to find the one,” I say once she’s done baring her soul.

  “I think you’re onto something, girlfriend. LA w
as the catalyst for me and it seems like London is very good to you.” Maggie grins from ear to ear.

  “In more ways than one.” I match her beaming smile. “Since my salary is much lower than the other curators’, I never expected to be empowered with this many responsibilities. I’m definitely going to go back home with some serious skills under my belt.” Not long ago, talking about going home was no big deal. Now it is. I’m gutted at the thought that the most incendiary love affair of my life will come to an end when my contract is up. Every time I flash forward to the future an unsettling ache sets deep inside me. Fuck. I really don’t want this to end.

  “Dee.” The mention of my name brings me back to the moment. When I look up into Maggie’s eyes I see so much tenderness it tugs at my heart. “Just because there’s an end date doesn’t mean you shouldn’t put the pedal to the metal with your two lovers.” I’m surprised by how well Maggie can read me. “Don’t hold back. It’s better to have a few amazing and soul-stirring months of passion than years of blah.”

  “Am I that transparent?” I ask, worrying at my lower lip.

  “Not at all, honey. It’s just that I’ve known you my whole life. And frankly I don’t have to be a psychic to know you’re having the time of your life. Even without your ‘oh-my-God-I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening-to-me-don’t-pinch-me-’cause-I-don’t-ever-want-to-wake-up’ text messages”—I lose it. Her face is red from blurting all of that out without taking a breath—“it’s so obvious it burns the eyes. Your rosy cheeks and sparkling blue eyes tell the whole story.”

  I laugh. “I’m walking on a cloud and I can’t help but radiate happiness.”

  “That’s for sure.”

  “You should have seen how Gemma, Piper and Katrina were bombarding me with questions this morning when I stepped inside the kitchen for my first cup of coffee. Piper said I look like a woman guarding a secret. If she only knew.”