Deliciously British

by Scarlett Avery

“I’ll stick to cognac,” he says.

  “Done. What about you, love?” I ask her, still unwilling to slow down my stride.

  “I don’t want a drink,” Delilah replies. “I want you. The two of you.” Her words stop me in my tracks. Slowly, I pivot to face her. “It’s been days since we were last together—”

  “You were busy.” I scowl, reminding her of the demanding schedule she’s been keeping. “You know as well as we do that this event took on a life of its own. Don’t think for a second that Xander or I didn’t want you in our bed. You’d be gravely mistaken if you did.”

  Her cheeks take on a delicious pink glow. “If I recall correctly from your late-night text messages—that arrived so late I had to read them the next morning—you too have been equally busy, Mr. Hot Shot,” she says before turning her attention to my best friend. “As for you, you spent more time in Dublin in the last week than in London.”

  “Touché,” Xander responds.

  “My body craves yours. Desperately,” she says. My eyes move away from hers and land on Xander’s. His bewildered expression brings me comfort. At least I’m not the only one taken aback by her forwardness.

  I close the gap between my girlfriend and I. “You don’t want to unwind after tonight?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “The gala is done and we’ve all finally been able to escape the bitchy ex-girlfriend.” Her comment elicits chuckles from both Xander and I. “I don’t want to wait any longer. The only thing I want after tonight’s yo-yo ride is for you and Xander to remind me that I’m yours. I know you’ve told me, but now I need you to show me”

  I let out a low growl as lust hits me. “I think we can do that.”

  “We most certainly can,” Xander chimes, taking a few steps forward until he’s standing right next to me.

  “Good.” She takes a few steps to her right and flings her clutch on the coffee table before coming back to where she was standing. I watch her, amused. To my surprise, she bends over, unbuckles the strap around her ankles and kicks off her silver high heels before standing up again. Instantly, she’s many inches shorter and we fully dominate her. She smiles up at both of us before reaching behind her back.

  “What are you doing?” Xander asks, glee in his eyes.

  “I’m getting ready,” she says simply.

  “For what?” It’s my turn to be inquisitive.

  “Since my legs are much shorter than yours, I need a head start.”

  I’m still not sure where she’s going with this, but I’m definitely intrigued. “Hmmm, it sounds like you’re up to no good.”

  “Your assessment is on point, Mr. Gordimer.” Her sly smile seduces me in a heartbeat. Her beautiful blue eyes glitter with mischief and heat. The way she folds her lower lip between her teeth stiffens my cock.

  “What did you have in mind?” Xander plays along.

  She doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she focuses on disrobing. Her black dress pools at her feet, revealing a black and red satin lingerie combo with beautiful lace detailing around her breasts. The same delicate pattern runs across her panties. Jesus, she’s so fucking hot.

  “Love, you look dangerous in those,” I say.

  “Damn,” Xander exhales. “Had I known you were wearing those underneath that sexy dress, I would have campaigned harder for us to find a quiet spot on that boat. I can’t believe you made us wait this long to admire you in all your glory.”

  “Thank you. I bought them when I got the dress,” she reveals. “I selected them with you in mind.” She runs her hands up the sides of her body, bringing attention to her hips.

  “Aren’t you going to remove them? I mean, why stop now? Clearly you’re on a roll.” As usual, Xander is being cocky.

  She shakes her head. “Nope. One of you will do the honors.”

  Does she think she can dictate this dance? “What do you mean?”

  “Whoever catches me first gets to fuck me.”

  My eyebrows hit my forehead as fast as Xander’s do. “What?” I know it’s a futile question, but I can’t help it. For a fraction of a second I’m certain I’ve misheard her. When she sets off running, I realize she’s dead serious.

  “What the hell?” Xander and I ask in unison.

  “Did she just challenge us?” Xander asks. The furious way he’s batting his eyelashes lets me know that he’s as stunned as I am.

  “I think once again, our girlfriend is being a little too sassy for her own good. I smell a punishment on its way, mate,” I mock.

  “Anything less would be unacceptable,” Xander responds. For a minute I think he’s sympathizing like the good and supporting friend that he is, but what he does next leaves me jaw-dropped. “Oh, well.” He shrugs before turning on his heel. “Sorry, bro, it’s every man for himself. I want my cock inside her first,” he throws over his shoulder, running after our succulent little redhead.

  “Wait,” I shout. It’s too late. He’s already off. Bastard.

  I undo the buttons of my tuxedo jacket to give myself an advantage before racing after the two of them. Doing my best to predict her next move, I circle the sofa to the right, hoping to catch Delilah, but my calculations are off base. She’s a sly one. I’m certain she’s heading upstairs, but she fools me. She takes a left, heading straight for my kitchen. Her joyful laughs trail her as she leaves the room. Xander bursts in right after. She stops and so does he. They’re now facing each other. For a few seconds they both dance from one foot to the other. When my best friend leaps forward to catch her, Delilah scoots right past him and dashes off towards the glass room. That’s enough to give me an advantage. It’s my turn to trail her. She whizzes by Xander’s marble kitchen island and heads towards the stairs. I could take a few easy long strides and grab her without even breaking a sweat, but watching her beautiful, luscious ass jiggle in front of me is well worth the chase. She rushes upstairs and heads straight for Xander’s bedroom.

  She squeals with every step. Although I’m laughing hard, I can still keep up with her. Xander on the other hand is a whole other story. He’s cracking up so much at the base of the stairs that he’s doubled over, holding his stomach and slapping his leg. He’s laughing so hard that he can’t even take a step up. Poor chap. Since I’m right behind Delilah, I guess it’s my cock she’ll be riding. I burst in the room and flick on the lights as I make my way to the king-size bed. I arrive just in time to watch her flop onto the mattress, bouncing her way to the middle of it. Her hair goes flying in the air and when she lands, her long locks cover her face like a blanket. She brushes her mane back to see Xander totter in and stand next to me.

  “What was that about?” he asks, still amused.

  “About this,” Delilah answers in the most seductive voice.

  She spreads her legs wide open. The second Xander’s eyes zero in right between our girlfriend’s legs, he stops laughing. Although the lights are dimmed low, the large wet spot against her pussy is impossible to miss.

  “Blimey,” he exclaims before removing his expensive jacket and flinging it to the side, where it lands on a chair sitting in the corner of the room. “I hope that pussy of yours is ready for me. I’m fucking famished.” I place my hand on his arm, stopping him. He looks up at me, confused. “What?”

  “If you recall correctly, she did give us very precise parameters to her wicked game—which I indulged her in because I want her so bloody much. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your timing is slightly off. You just hauled your ass in here, which means I get first dibs on her pussy,” I remind him. “You’re more than welcome to watch,” I offer as a consolation prize.

  “Hmph.” Xander flashes me a side glance. “If you’re going to be like that and play by the book”—he lets out a long exhale, feigning exasperation, shaking his head—“then I won’t have any other choice but to fuck her mouth. If you think I’m going to sit on the sidelines and stroke my cock while you enjoy her warmth when she can do a phenomenal job taking care of me, you’re dead wrong.
” He grins from ear to ear.

  “Now you’re talking.” I lift my hand and he does the same, high-fiving mine.

  “Wait a minute.” Delilah just clued in. She folds her elbows underneath her. Once her body is at an angle, her eyes bounce from mine to Xander’s. “How come you guys are changing the rules on me without even asking?”

  “Trust me, it’s for your own good.” I snicker.

  “Yeah, he’s right. You get extra points for your cockiness and outrageous creativity, but we’ll take over from here,” Xander jokes. Without even waiting for her approval, he kicks off his Italian shoes, removes his socks, undoes his bow tie with an expert hand and strips out of his white shirt. He takes a brief pause for show before finishing the job. He peels out of his tailored trousers and folds them back up. One more to go. His hard cock snaps against his stomach when he lowers his dark blue boxer briefs. Oh, yeah, he’s ready. During this little impromptu striptease, his eyes never leave hers. He salutes me like an officer would his commander before leaping onto the bed like an Olympics diving gold medal winner. He lands right next to her and they both start laughing like teenagers. After a few short seconds, they regain their composure and Xander focuses his attention on me again. “Chop, chop. She’s waiting for you,” he challenges. “Hurry, because I’m the one fucking her pussy next and I’m already too eager to wait.”

  “Fucker,” I retort. “Don’t rush me.”

  Xander rolls to the side and folds his arm under his head and caresses the side of her body. “Don’t worry, if he’s too tired to take care of you, I will. I’m not letting this erection go to waste.” To prove his point he grabs his twelve-inch cock and squeezes hard. I know he’s pushing my buttons, but it works. In a flash, I’m standing in front of them fully naked.

  “Let the games begin.” I pound my chest and roar like a warrior.

  We all laugh.

  “Since you’re still standing and I’m too comfortable next to her body, you can grab a few things from the goodies vault. It just won’t be the same without them.” Xander says.

  I immediately pick up on his wanton intentions. “Brilliant idea,” I cheer, walking towards the nightstand.

  “What are we talking about?” Delilah asks nervously.

  I pull open the drawer and grab a few essentials. “These,” I respond, shaking the condom, lube and butt plug I’m holding.

  “Oh, God, it’s going to be one of those sexcapades?” she laments.

  “Don’t kid yourself, you know you want it,” Xander reminds her.

  I tilt my head to the side. “Your playing coy with us won’t get you out of this, Delilah. I distinctly remember you begging to get your ass filled a couple nights ago. In fact, it seems that lately you refuse to come unless we keep every hole in your body fully stuffed.” The rawness of my words makes her blush.

  “Guilty as charged.” She laughs shyly.

  “We’re in business now,” Xander teases. “You wanted us to show you how much we can’t get enough of you?” Delilah nods. “I’m happy to oblige,” Xander says, climbing on top of her, covering her body with his own. I walk back to the foot of the bed. I don’t want to miss anything. Since they’re sprawled across the bed, this is a perfect view. I drop what I’m holding in my hands on the mattress. I might need both hands for what’s about to come. “I’m okay with that guy fucking your pussy—since I miserably lost the challenge to him,” Xander says, pointing his chin at me—“as long as I taste your pussy first. Are you okay with that?” Delilah nods again. “What about you, mate?”

  “Be my guest. Get her nice and wet for me,” I reply.

  “I love the lingerie. A lot. And it turns me on to no end to know that you were thinking of us when you bought this little number. That said, it’s blocking access to a few of my favorite things. And we can’t have that.” Xander chuckles.

  “No, we can’t.” Delilah matches his mocking ways.

  “Let’s get you out of them, shall we? You take care of the top and you can leave the panties to me,” he orders. Delilah rolls to the side and unhooks her bra. She shifts her eyes until our gazes lock, almost like she wants to make sure my eyes are still on her. As if any other scenario is possible right now. I return her smile, relishing in her beauty. Unexpectedly, she extends her hand and throws her bra at me. I catch it and bring it to my nose. The fabric is permeated with her sweet smell. Satisfied, I toss it over my shoulder. Back to the program.

  Xander slides his body down before settling between her thighs. I can’t help but grunt as he crushes her swollen and engorged tits under the weight of his body. When he reaches her hips, he doesn’t waste a second. Without being asked, she folds her legs and he pulls down her panties. When they catch at her ankles, I expect him to pull them off completely and drop them on the floor, but he surprises me. “These are already dripping for us,” he announces, throwing her panties at me. I do the same thing as I did for her bra, but this time I inhale her headiness. Her distinctive perfume hardens my already stiff cock.

  I cast upon her a lustful glance. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I warn.

  “I’ve already made my intentions clear on that point,” Xander quips. “But let’s focus on priorities first. I need to hear my name on your lips as you come all over my tongue.” I love it when he put things into perspective like that.

  Xander crawls back onto the mattress next to her. Sensually, he works his way down her neck and lower, dropping soft kisses along her skin.

  “Oh, God,” she hisses when he pinches her nipples with both hands. He doesn’t stop at that. He plays, flicks, toys and twists her peaks mercilessly. After a few seconds, he changes it up. He squeezes her tits together and captures her protruding nipples in his mouth. Considering how huge her boobs are, it’s quite the feat.

  “Xander, that’s fucking hot,” I growl. “The way you’re going at it like that is making my mouth water. I’m jealous, I want those in my mouth.”

  Delilah turns her head and casts a veiled gaze upon me. I look down at her with a side grin on my face.

  “Ethan, I want you too.” She reaches out for me.

  “You’ll get all of me, love. But not right now. Enjoy his mouth on you.”

  Without warning, Xander pulls Delilah down the bed until her ass hits the edge. “Come here,” he says before sliding her legs over his shoulders and hoists her round ass into the air. Bravo. Delilah is bewildered. She stares down at him with disbelief with her lips slightly parted as he spreads her pussy lips apart and lowers his mouth to feast on her.

  “Mother of God,” she shouts at first contact.

  “Don’t forget, louder is better,” I mock.

  Xander chuckles against her pussy. I don’t have to ask twice. He gives me exactly what I want. His tongue skates around her wetness, lapping at her slickness in a loud noise.

  “Ohhhh.” Delilah closes her eyes. I’m not the only one immensely enjoying this moment.

  “Make it dirtier,” I command.

  Her eyes pop open and her head turns to the side. “Ethan, it’s already a lot to handle,” she pleads.

  “Nah. You wanted action, not just words, remember? Consider yourself served.”

  “You can be so literal sometimes,” she throws at me.

  “When it comes to bringing you pleasure? Always.” I grin. I wink at her before returning my attention to my best friend. “You’re playing it safe,” I reiterate my point.

  He’s never been one to shy away when I demand something lewd and inappropriate, so I’m not surprised when he delivers. In order to fully catch all of the action, I circle the bed and stand facing them. Xander runs his tongue along the length of her slit. She cries out, shifting her head from left to right against the mattress. I’m sure her actions are meant to curb the pleasure, but it’s a futile exercise since we’re just getting warmed up. She’s wholly at our mercy and there’s not a bloody thing she can do about it—certainly not in that position.

  “Xander, this is too good,” she coo
s, caressing my hair with the palms of her hands.

  “If she can still think and talk, you’re not pushing her far enough. Make her lose her goddamn mind.” I throw another command at him.

  Delilah doesn’t even bother opening her eyes to protest. She’s that far gone.

  “Mmmm.” Xander hums against her pussy.

  “Do you hear that? That’s the most beautiful sound in the world,” I say. “I love how Xander is willing to bend to my every whim when it comes to you. He’s more than happy to satisfy my every kink by following every single one of my salacious commands. It’s a win-win-win situation. He devours your sweet pussy like a glutton, I watch you dissolve all over his tongue and you come your head off.” She whimpers and closes her eyes. Lucky for her, I’m not done yet. “Mate, flick her tight little clit with more gusto. I want to see her hips fly up in the air because of the relentless way you’re teasing her. Better yet, I want to see her luscious thighs squeeze around your head to the point where you think you’re going to pass out.”

  “Mm-hmm.” Xander hums again. He doesn’t even bother taking a second to answer. He’s a very dedicated lover.

  Right on cue, he picks up the pace and proceeds to torture our girlfriend in the most salacious way. The visual is scorching. It’s so hot it sends a surge of electricity throughout my entire body. I cup my cock and squeeze hard, swallowing a low growl.

  “Oh, God—” Delilah doesn’t finish her sentence. She can’t. She’s enjoying Xander’s mouth way too much.

  “Do you like how your boyfriend is showing you how much he cares for you, love? I don’t know about you, but I can hear it with every single one of his laps against your slickness. That tight little clit of yours must be so erect under his tongue.” When she doesn’t answer, I push her. “I asked you a question, Delilah. I expect an answer.”

  She lifts her head up just enough for our eyes to meet. “Ethan, it’s nearly impossible for me to think straight.”

  “Since you’re not giving me the answer I’m looking for, we’re going to have to take it to the next level,” I announce. “Make her teeter between pleasure and pain, Xander.” My best friend doesn’t need any more coaxing. The words have barely left my mouth before the suction of his lips against her pussy drowns her whimpers.