Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

  Maggie and I laugh.

  “You haven’t let the cat out of the bag?”

  I shake my head, freaked out. “Oh, God, I’d never do anything that stupid. Other than you and Jackie, no one else knows. Momma thinks I have a crush on Ethan, but she knows nothing about Xander. What I share with my boys isn’t a proper topic for Sunday dinner conversations. Heck, I’m not sure I’d reveal that on a Friday night after too many drinks. It’s unconventional and therefore it’s likely to make people uncomfortable. I’m not sure I would’ve reacted much differently had I not experienced this firsthand.”

  “I hear you,” Maggie concedes. “Good thing I’m not one to judge.” Thank God. “Now that we’ve established that your professional life is on a roll, it’s time for you to dish out all the dirty bits.” She laughs.

  “So you want me to tell you how last night went?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

  “Delilah Belle Babcock, don’t get fresh with me. Start talking.” Her mock sternness is hilarious.

  “All right. I won’t keep you in the dark,” I wink. “Things got very sizzling last night.”

  “Are we talking volcanic levels here?”

  I nod. “Most definitely. It was so hot we could’ve melted icebergs.”

  “Really?” She lifts an eyebrow incredulously.

  “Not a word of a lie.”

  “Okay, that’s too vague for my liking. I’m going to need a lot more details than that.”

  “On Tuesday night, they took things slow. All three of us were in the same room, but they were taking turns. While one watched, fondled my boobs and kissed the heck out of me, the other one initiated me into the pleasures of having a very big cock buried deep inside me. I guess they didn’t want to push me too fast—so they said. It was still far more than anything I’ve experienced before. It’s true that yesterday morning, I initiated something a little edgier—and no one can blame me for that given how many orgasms they gave me in a row the night before—but it pales in comparison to last night… and this morning. Let’s just say, they took the training wheels off.”

  “And by that you mean?” The way she tilts her head to the side suggests she’s all ears.

  “They. Didn’t. Take. Turns.” I raise my eyebrows knowingly.

  Maggie catches on immediately. Her reaction takes me by surprise. “Holy shit, you got fucked by two guys at the same time?” She shouts.

  “Officially, yes.”

  “Girl”—Maggie rolls that R so much you’d think she added six of them to that word—“you’re my new hero.” She claps her hands together a few times like an excited kid. “Give me more.”

  Over the next half hour I share all of the tantalizing details from my interlude. I don’t cut corners; I start from the moment Ethan came to pick me up at my place to when he and Xander drove me to work this morning. I lay it all out. I always have with Maggie. She’s the same way with me. I tell her about how many times I begged my lovers for relief and how many times they allowed me to lose my mind riding either their hungry cocks or their eager tongues. By the time I’m done, I’m surprised at how turned on I am. Damn, even when they’re not around they get me all wet.

  “Wow. Talk about pushing boundaries.” Maggie blinks. I think she’s still in shock.

  “Yeah, considering where I came from, that’s an understatement.” I snort.

  “That is one perverted story,” Maggie says. “Bravo, my friend. Bravo.” I roll my eyes. “No, seriously, I’ve got to tell you that your sexy, sizzling tales make PornHub boring now. If you keep this up—and for the record I really, really, really hope you do—I’ll have to cancel my subscription to my trusted source of kinky videos.” Yeah, she doesn’t have a problem watching porn.

  “You crazy sex-craving Texan.”

  “Says the woman who’s having a threesome.”

  “Point taken.” I still can’t believe how radically different my views about sex are after only a few encounters with Ethan and Xander.

  “All kidding aside, I’m really excited for you.”

  “Maggie, what started out as a daring and lustful interlude, where I lived out wild fantasies I didn’t even know I had, is turning out to be more. There’s no doubt that Ethan and Xander seduced me at first. It’s the classic Little Red Riding Hood syndrome—they’re the experienced charmers and I’m this innocent and naïve girl. That said, I won’t argue with the fact that I fell for it hook, line and sinker.”

  “You’re right. Everything you’ve just described sounds too hot to handle, but clearly you’re holding your own.”

  “I keep repeating myself, but they could truly make an addict out of me. Sex with them is so rapturous. When I finally manage to come down from my climax I walk around in a state of euphoria long after I’ve lost the warmth of their chiseled bodies.”

  “Wow, wow and wow,” Maggie chants. “And I’m going to add one more wow just for good measure.”

  “Oh, I almost forgot. I did find out about exactly how big they are…”

  “No way. You asked them?”

  “I did. I blamed the booze for giving me liquid courage.” I narrow my eyes in a devilish way.

  “So…”

  “I was off. They’re not ten inches long.”

  “Smaller?” I shake my head. “Bigger?” Maggie tries again. I nod this time. “Much bigger?” Her eyes grow as wide as saucers as she ask the question.” I nod again. “Do not tell me they’re eleven inches long. That’s just unfair. No woman should have the right to ride such magnificent cocks. Only a handful of porn stars are that lucky.” I’m not sure if I should be proud or insulted by comparison. I’ll go with being honored. “You do realize that?”

  “Huh, no, I didn’t. Thanks for the tidbit.”

  “So how does eleven inches feel?” She’s practically foaming at the mouth.

  “Actually, Maggie, it’s not eleven inches.”

  “It’s not?” she asks incredulously.

  “Nope.”

  She considers me for a few seconds before saying, “I refuse to believe that they’re bigger.” She crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head like a finicky two-year-old.

  I shrug. “In that case I won’t tell you how big they really are.”

  “You can’t do that to me,” Maggie protests. “You can’t play bait-and-switch with your own cousin. I’m sure you’ve broken a dozen family codes.” I just look at her with a half smile hanging from my lips. “Are you going to tell me or do I have to beg?” Oh, she’s impatient all right.

  “Both of them are twelve inches.”

  “Twelve?” Her voice goes up by two octaves.

  “Twelve,” I confirm.

  “As in twelve-inch cocks?” she asks like there’s any room for misinterpretation.

  “Yup, and did I mention that I’m pretty certain their girths are as generous as a can of soda?”

  “Oh, my God, Dee. Are you saying that two beefy twelve-inch cocks have been pounding you for the last two days?”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

  “How the hell did you even manage to walk today?”

  “I’m not going to lie. I’m definitely sore, but it was well worth it.”

  “Well, I’ll be damned. You went from five inches to twelve. No wonder you can’t get enough of them.”

  “Let’s not forget that I only had Paul in my mouth.”

  “I bow to you, my queen.” And she does. I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not making fun of this situation, I’m in awe. Honey, if I had that kind of meaty manhood to suck on—make that times two—I’d be at it all day and all night. I hope you’re thanking your lucky stars.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. I do on a regular basis. These guys are a godsend.”

  “Is it all about their big assets?”

  I shake my head vehemently. “It’s not. I’ve had relationships with other guys before and it’s never felt as comfortable as it does with these two. I never imagined that three people could get
along so well. I really like them. A lot. I also enjoy spending time with them… outside the bedroom. Everything flows so beautifully between us.”

  “Look at you, you’re grinning like a fool.”

  “Am I?” I ask like I didn’t know. I’m also certain that Maggie can see the warmth creeping up on my face.

  “Oh, my God, Dee, are you falling for them?”

  I give her a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m not sure what’s happening to me, Maggie. I know I won’t be here forever, but at the same time I don’t want to put the brakes on something this magical.”

  “Then you shouldn’t, honey. Fuck the end of the summer. Live for right now.”

  “I like the way you think.” I laugh. Maggie sits back against her chair, shaking her head. She just stares at me wordlessly. Finally after a few long seconds she opens her mouth, but closes it again. When she wrinkles her nose, I know I’m in trouble. “Uh-oh. What is it?” I ask, already worried about her answer.

  “Let’s put aside your burgeoning feelings for a minute.”

  “Okay,” I say hesitantly.

  “I know you don’t even want to consider going on porn sites—what a shame with a story like yours—but you do know where this inevitably leads to, Dee?” Maggie asks.

  Although we’re both from conservative homes and we’re the same age, Maggie has always embraced her wild side. I, on the other hand, believed that playing it safe is a more sensible approach to life. Boy, was I wrong.

  “I think so,” I say in a soft voice.

  “If they didn’t take turns last night, eventually, they’ll want more. Way more.” I know where she’s going with this.

  “They’ve hinted at it.”

  “Are we talking about the same thing?”

  “Well, I’ve added a new words to my vocabulary.”

  “Let’s hear it.”

  “Spit roast,” I say. Maggie roars with laughter. Clearly, she knows what that means. “I also know that there’s a dirtier version of it that involves a woman’s forbidden place.”

  “So we’re talking about the same. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the naughty little tongue play Xander subjected you to is just a warm-up, honey.”

  “Yeah. Ethan and Xander seem to be completely obsessed with my ass and the idea of claiming it.”

  “How do you feel about it?”

  “Frankly, I don’t know. I didn’t think it’s something decent women did.”

  “I think it’s safe to say that today it’s okay to live out your kinks—no matter how depraved—as long as it’s between consenting adults.”

  “You’re right. But still, it goes against everything we were taught.” She seems quite adamant about this. “Have you ever tried?” I’m curious now.

  She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

  My eyebrows hit my forehead. “Magnolia Leigh Babcock, what have you been hiding from me?”

  “Calm down. It’s not what you think. Just like you, I’m still a virgin, but…”

  “But what?” I volley.

  “William has mentioned a few times that it’s something he’d love to explore with me.”

  “Would you want to go there?”

  “I’ll be honest, had this been with any other guy, it would’ve been an automatic hell no. I can’t say I’ve ever been shy in exploring new things before William. So far, that was a deal-breaker for me. But everything with William is surreal. I wouldn’t mind taking things to the next level. He’s done it a few times—only with women he’s been in serious relationships with—and he says it’s the most intense experience. So to answer your question, yeah, I’d be willing to go there.”

  Wow. Just when you think you know someone.

  CHAPTER 39

  Xander

  “It looks like another crap day ahead. The clouds are thick. There’s not even a spot of sunshine as far as the eye can see,” I grumble aloud. “No wonder people have been miserable all week. It’s supposed to be summer for crying out loud.” I’m standing in the glass room wearing nothing more than a pair of blue boxer briefs. I’m hugging a cup of cappuccino hoping that the double shot of espresso will coerce me into accepting the busy day ahead. Since Ethan had an industry function that stretched well into the early hours last night, I’m not surprised he’s still sleeping.

  On top of our busy professional schedules, we also have to keep our delicious little Texan satisfied. As a result, the last week has been all systems go—six days of hard work, lots of fun, sexy play with Delilah and some of the most pleasant times I’ve spent with a woman and my best friend in a long time.

  “Another balmy hot day in the UK.” Ethan’s voice startles me. He’s strolling towards me with a large cup of coffee in his hands. Just like me, he’s only wearing his underwear. “Don’t forget your suntan cream, mate. Clearly, you’ll need it to protect yourself from the harsh rays.” Yes, he’s being sarcastic.

  “I didn’t expect you up considering—”

  “My first appointment is at nine o’clock this morning in the eastern side of the city with a few CEOs from the top two insurance companies in the country. I can’t afford to sleep in. I’m going to have to make do with three hours of sleep in my system.”

  “You’ll be in the financial district?”

  “I will. I can’t keep up with the demand from my clients.”

  “Calysta’s auction?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  He nods. “What else? I still can’t believe it’s happening next week. I still have so many clients to see and so many things to line up.”

  “From the sound of it, it’s going to be huge. Thanks again for inviting me. I’m definitely looking forward to it.”

  “Don’t mention it. And to go back to your comment, I think it’s going to be much bigger than just huge. I think the successful outcome will stun us all.”

  “To that extent?” I widen my eyes. When we’re together, we do our best not to talk about work, but on some occasions Ethan and Delilah have brought up the American artist. It’s always been clear from their enthusiasm that this will be a night to remember, but perhaps I underestimated things.

  “I’m positive of it. In fact, if I could bet good money, I would. The buzz of those sixteen paintings is running rampant in our industry. At this rate, this will turn out to be a fierce bidding war. And you know me.”

  “Yes, I do.” I roll my eyes. “You’ll leave no man standing.”

  “You’re bloody right I won’t. I’m going in there to win. I’ll be in the front row with paddle in hand waving it high like my life depends on it. I intend on snatching every single one of those paintings for my clients. If I play my cards correctly—which is the plan—this coveted night will be golden for me and my staff.” I’m always impressed by how Ethan went from being a teenage pop star to a shark negotiator.

  “Are all of your appointments for the day in the same area or will you be all over the place?”

  Ethan nods. “I’ll end my day back in the city, but in between, I have quite a few stops to make. For instance, right after I’m done with the two executives, I’m heading to Canary Wharf.”

  “Ah, the wealthiest docks in the world,” I say.

  “I love your nickname for our second financial district. Yes, that’s exactly where I’ll be. I have a meeting there with the owner of a fund management company that’s had a stellar first two quarters and of course that’s after a spectacular year in the last fiscal calendar. After spending loads of money on all sorts of very pricey toys, he wants to start diversifying into the arts. He’s nouveau riche and from the many discussions I’ve had with him, I think he’s looking for validation.” Been there, done that.

  “Ah, there’s nothing quite like new money.” I’m totally being facetious here.

  We both chuckle.

  “True, but Royce Hibbard’s fortune makes ours look like a pittance.”

  “That may be the case, but I’m incredibly proud of what we’ve amassed.”

  “Ditto.
We might not be able to afford our own helicopter or private jet, but we still lead a charmed life.”

  “Hear, hear.” Ethan is absolutely right.

  “On a different subject, will you be in the recording studio today?”

  “No. I have a series of meetings with lawyers, accountants, stylists and choreographers to keep the ball rolling for Jezebel Hicks.”

  “The artists you went to LA with?”

  “Yes. The recording sessions went really well and the entire team is so excited to move on to the next step.”

  “It sounds like you’ll end up having as much of an exhausting and draining day as I will.”

  “Since your deadlines are tighter than mine, I suspect you’ll have one-upped me,” I reply.

  “I guess we’re going to have to find a creative way to unwind since Ashley is keeping Delilah too busy for her to come around tonight. Fucking her into oblivion until we find our equilibrium again is off the table.” He laughs and I can’t help but join him.

  “How in the world she’s able to keep up with two very hungry and very domineering alphas like us, I’ll never know,” I marvel.

  “I’ve asked myself that question numerous times, mate.” Ethan nods. “Delilah can definitely stand her own ground, there’s no doubt about that. I think that’s what makes her even more attractive to us.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Why would I when we can fuck her at will? She takes everything we give her—rough and dirty sex, unwavering demands, and the fact that we take total control of every part of her delicious body.”

  “The best part is that she begs us for more.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I expected things to be off the charts, but I’ll be honest, I’m amazed at how quickly things are developing between us.”

  “You kept saying from day one that we’re good together. You were right all along and that’s abundantly clear when we get back together after a few days apart.”

  Work prevented Delilah from hooking up with us after she left here last Thursday morning. Since I brought her back to our place after picking her up on Friday night—Ethan stayed behind to set the stage—we’ve barely given her a minute of rest. She only gets a break when it’s time for her to go to work in the morning. Each night Ethan or I pick her up or we send a taxi to collect her. I swear we must have fucked her in every room in my house and then we moved the action to Ethan’s place for an encore—I guess I should say multiple encores.