“Mmm-hmm.” My cock benefits not only from her enthusiasm, but also from the intoxicating reverberation of her humming.
“Take her hard and fast, Ethan. I’m not too far from losing it,” Xander announces.
“I’m nearly there,” I pant, trying to slow down my breathing with every thrust.
“Oh, shit,” Xander shouts, contorting his face. The sweet descent begins. “I’m fucking coming.” He rocks in more frantic thrusts against her mouth. “Jesus Christ.” His jerky movements come to a halt and the next thing I see is his release drizzling out of her mouth.
Delilah moans and she begins to buck against me. I pick up my pace, pumping in and out of her like a piston. With one hand I push against the butt plug. With the other, I reach between her wet lips and find her hard clit. I press it between my thumb and middle finger. “Come for us. Now.” I don’t have to ask twice. “Christ.” The low murmur of my voice is a precursor to things to come. She clenches against my cock. “Delilah. Oh, baby,” I pant. It’s only small pulses at first, but it quickly picks up to a series of staccato squeezes and then to the inevitable—one long, powerful and sustained tightening of her muscles that does me in. Oh, God. “Argh,” I growl when the jolt hits me. My mind goes blank as the intoxicating waves of pleasure and pain pulse through me at warp speed, traveling to my balls and tightening them until I pour myself inside her.
We come in unison, roaring, giving in to our climax in a loud chant of ecstasy. Fuck, fuck. fuck. It’s become a given for the past few weeks now. Every time we’re together, it keeps getting better and better—to the point where words fail me to fully express how much I long to share my girlfriend with my best friend.
As Xander and I struggle to regain our breaths, Delilah seems dead set on leaving us jaw-dropped. She obstinately drinks up Xander’s cum. She’s at it with such fervor, it’s as if she can’t get enough of him. She struggles to swallow him whole—her determination is admirable—but as he so accurately predicted, there’s a lot of him to handle. Too much. I watch her with hooded eyes as she laps the last few drops of his orgasm while still trembling underneath me. He smiles at her enthusiasm while doing his best to regain his breath. She’s bloody perfect.
This overwhelming intensity is not only a symbol of the three of us unified in an unspoken commitment to reach the pinnacle of our climax at the same time, it’s also a sign of how undivided we’ve become. God, I can’t get enough of her. My heart is beating at an infernal rate. Yes, I’m still doing my best to come down from this surreal climatic peak, but it’s more than that and I know it. My heart yearns for her.
CHAPTER 67
Xander
Both Delilah and Ethan had to leave early this morning to deal with the aftermath of last night’s successful gala. I, on the other hand, have the luxury of starting my day a little later. The extra hour of sleep was a welcome privilege after another all-night sex marathon. Once our girlfriend got a taste of a bigger, more substantial butt plug, she couldn’t get enough. Every time we fucked her with the little sex toy lodged tightly inside her, she would completely come undone when she climaxed. I swear her body must have trembled for fifteen minutes straight after she hit her pinnacle. Watching her take pleasure like that made me eager to be the one responsible for making her lose all of her bearings.
You can imagine that after a night of indecent shagging I started my day slightly worn out. Not even a copious amount of caffeine was able to jolt some energy back into my body. I blame Delilah Babcock for being too irresistible to resist. When dawn rose on the horizon and I found my cock still pumping in and out of her from behind while she was hunched over Ethan’s cock, I knew we were going to pay for it dearly. Still, that wasn’t enough to curb my appetite for her. Ethan did little to put an end to our naughty early-morning shag. It was way too good.
As a result, I’m running on empty. When you combine that with a long and draining day spent locked inside a recording studio, I’m definitely ready to unwind. I already know there’s a glass of cognac with my name on it waiting for me at home. I guess it’s a consolation prize for what I really want. Spending time with my girlfriend and my best friend in the glass room would surpass any drink. Those precious minutes together ease any rough day. Unfortunately, tonight it isn’t possible.
Since it’s already eight o’clock when I call it a wrap and I’m able to get behind the wheel of my car, I’m able to bypass the nightmarish evening traffic. The Paisley Circle recording studios are located on the other side of the city. I have to admit that I welcome the long commute. It would normally be a curse, but not today. It gave me time to reflect on last night. So much happened. So much has changed for me. Given that Ethan might not be home until much later tonight and he’s coming back with Delilah, I doubt I’ll be able to share my thoughts with him until tomorrow. It’s a shame in a way because so much is weighing on me. That said, it’s best to wait. This isn’t a conversation we can have via text. We have to do this man to man.
I park my Audi in my garage and make my way inside my home. I stop by the kitchen to drop off the takeaway I picked-up on the counter. Once that’s done, I rush upstairs to my bedroom to change into something more casual. After trading my tailored black suit for a pair of worn jeans and a white tee-shirt, I clatter back downstairs with a great sense of eagerness. I’m so famished, I can’t wait to sink my teeth into the food I bought.
As I ready myself to serve a plate, a door slams shut in the background, indicating that I’m no longer alone. Without even having to look to my right, I already know Ethan is home. His footsteps against the cement floor as he crosses the glass room are a dead giveaway. I lean forward, place my hands against the counter and shout, “I really didn’t expect to see you so soon. I thought you were going to stay later at that event?”
“Mate, I have two, maybe three hours of sleep in my system. There’s only so much schmoozing I can do when I’m this exhausted,” he says, coming into view.
I chuckle. “I guess we’re in the same boat.”
“Ashley and her team are still entertaining a bevy of eager buyers. I had my quota for the night.”
“Oh, Delilah won’t be able to make it tonight?” I do a poor job at hiding my disappointment.
He shakes his head as he removes his jacket and places it on the seat of a stool in front of the counter before pulling out another one to sit on. “I don’t think so. The way these wealthy buyers are throwing money at them, I doubt she’ll be out of there before midnight. Ashley is one smart cookie for having piggybacked on this event to introduce some of the new artists they’re representing right on the heels of last night’s gala. People’s interest is at an all-time high. It means a lot more business for the gallery, but it also means a lot more work for everyone who works there, including our girlfriend. I told Delilah she can take a taxi and come over—regardless of how late it is—and we’ll be waiting for her, but the weariness I read in her eyes indicates that we really worked her hard last night. I kissed her good night and told her that one night apart might do her good.”
“We definitely didn’t spare her.” I chuckle.
“Heck, we didn’t stop until the last possible minute where I had to drive her to the gallery.” Ethan laughs. “I really shouldn’t make light of this, but she was walking a little funny tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“She traded her signature high heels for a pair of adorable ballerina flats. Even those couldn’t hide the telltale signs of how much we ravished her. She walked around all night with hesitant steps. Her butt was sticking out the whole time. It was honestly a beautiful sight. The only thing I wanted to do was push her inside of one of the empty offices or in the stock room and have my way with her. Regrettably, I had to be a good boy. Not only was it another industry event, but you weren’t there. That cuts the fun for me.”
“I guess that large butt plug really filled her up,” I mock.
“Perhaps, but that’s still a walk in the park compared to
your cock or mine,” Ethan quips.
“Not even the extra-large butt plug will come close.” I snigger.
“There’s no substitute for the real thing.” The way Ethan arches an eyebrow while tilting his head to the left speaks volumes.
“Touché.”
We both laugh.
“What smells so good?” Ethan asks, inhaling the aroma permeating the kitchen. It seems it’s only now he realizes the presence of the takeaway bags sitting on the counter.
“I stopped by Mário’s Piri Piri. It was a bit of a detour, but I was halfway there since I spent the day at the Paisley Circle. I was really in the mood for Portuguese barbecue chicken.”
“Did you get enough for two?”
“You’re lucky I got the family house special dinner because I thought you were coming back with Delilah after the event. Since all three of us tend to be famished after a round of mind-blowing sex, I figured it would be a good idea. Not to mention, when have I ever forgotten to feed you? If we didn’t live this close you’d starve. Either that or survive on dry toast and strong tea.”
“You’re probably right.” He nods with a teasing smile stretched across his face. “Did you select the menu with the hot sauce?”
“I’m not an amateur at this.” I roll my eyes. He laughs. “I got that one for sure and I also got the mild sauce for Delilah. I’m not sure if she likes spicy foods or not yet.” There’s still so much to know about her.
“In that case, I’ll join you,” Ethan announces.
I’m surprised by his response. “Didn’t Ashley serve any food at her event?”
“Of course she did. Like any other comparable event, it was catered. Although the food was excellent, it was all finger food and appetizers. In other words, everything was tiny and bite-size. I’m ready for a real meal,” he says, pointing his chin to the counter behind me.
“Grab the plates and the cutlery. I’ll bring the food over.”
“Deal,” Ethan cheers, jumping to his feet.
“Do you want some wine or anything to drink?”
“I wouldn’t say no to a glass of white. I find red wine a little overpowering with that Portuguese dish.”
“There should be a bottle of white Bordeaux in the fridge. Do you mind grabbing it?”
“Not at all. It’s the least I can do since you’re feeding me,” he teases.
A few short minutes later we both sit in front of plates of food that are piled high. We eat in earnest without exchanging a word for a few forkfuls. After I polish off a third of my dinner, I stop. I place my fork and knife on my plate and look up at him with seriousness. “I’m actually happy you’re home early.”
He knits his eyebrows together. “There’s something about the way you said that suggests there’s more to your comment.”
“Hmph.” I flash him a half smile. “I can’t hide much from you.”
“As much as I can hide anything from you. I’ve known you for too long. What’s up?”
“It’s about last night.”
“The gala or our time with Delilah?” he inquires.
“All of it.”
“I’m not following, Xander.” It’s his turn to drop his fork and knife on his plate. I’m sure the food will get cold in no time and we’ll have to reheat it.
“I know we talked about it just after that dreadful scare a few weeks ago when we thought we were going to lose Delilah far too soon, but it deserves to be repeated. What we share with her is perfect.”
“I feel the same way,” he sympathizes.
“Something seized in my gut when she came back up on the deck after the confrontation with our ex. I hate the fact that she had to be put in that situation. She was so agitated and upset—not that I can blame her—recounting the details of the showdown that took place in the ladies’ room.”
“I was equally irate after my unpleasant exchange of words with Adele, but at least I can handle it. Delilah, on the other hand, is an innocent bystander. She did nothing to deserve our ex-girlfriend’s wrath. I’m like you—I wanted to shield her from any more of Adele’s shit. Every instinct in me wanted to protect her, which is why I insisted on us getting the hell off that boat the second it docked,” Ethan concludes.
“I totally agree. Honestly, this whole fiasco with Adele made me even more possessive of Delilah. I mean talk about bad luck. Not only do you run into your ex, but you’re trapped with her on a boat while being accompanied by your new girlfriend and your best mate.”
“Tell me about it.” Ethan shakes his head.
“I’m glad you’re the one who dealt with Adele. Had it been me, I would’ve strangled her right there and then.”
“Don’t think it didn’t cross my mind. The only deterrent was the fact that there’s no such thing as the perfect crime. I’m not particularly fond of the idea of spending time behind bars. Not to mention that I have serious issues with prison fashion. I’ve never been one to adhere to sameness. I’d miss good wine and fine cognac. And let’s not forget the third perk of prison life—the sex. I doubt I’d enjoy getting fucked up the ass by another bloke. Yeah, that doesn’t sit well with me. I much prefer when it’s my cock up a woman’s ass. Had I been able to bypass all of these, I would have surely considered dealing with Adele differently.” Ethan chuckles. I can’t help but laugh. “I still can’t get over it. That said, I’ve been thinking as well.”
“And?” I press.
“In many ways, I’m glad I had that altercation with Adele.” His words shock me.
“Why? I struggle to find anything positive about it.”
“It goes back to what you said earlier.”
“Which part?” I ask.
“I’m very grateful I got the closure I needed. I think that was the icing on the cake. The real gift here is realizing how I feel about Delilah. Everything that transpired last night fueled my determination to do everything in my power to ensure that she doesn’t go back to America. I can’t allow that to happen. I can’t lose her, Xander—”
“Neither can I. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. It’s been on my mind all day. I didn’t know how you felt about her—”
“I’m falling for her,” he confesses.
“I’m already there.” It’s my turn to be transparent.
“Wow. Once again we’re on the same page about her,” he says.
“Yes, we are,” I answer, my tone steadfast. “When we’re together the world narrows to only the three of us.”
“Yeah.” He nods.
“Last night was surreal.” I shake my head. “It always is when we share her, but there seemed to be something special—”
“Something powerful—almost indescribable?”
“Exactly.” I snap my fingers. “The way we hit orgasm at the same time and our cries of sheer ecstasy mingled, echoing off the walls of my bedroom. Wow, wow and wow. Every time I flashed back today, I had to exert an insane amount of restraint not to run off to the loo and take care of my erection.”
“We’re unquestionably in tune.” Ethan has never wavered from that belief.
“I need her in our bed, mate—”
“I also need Delilah sandwiched between us, Xander.”
“Logically, I understand things were busy in the last few days for both of you, but her recent absence has been perturbing, bordering on insupportable. Tonight is going to be hard for me again. She won’t be within reach, nestled where she belongs between us. That’s become unacceptable to me. Thinking of September has become an excruciating exercise—one I’ve come to hate with a passion.”
Ethan soaks up my words. He simply stares at me for a few minutes. I hold his dark gaze. “I swear I’ll move mountains to ensure it never gets to that point,” Ethan says.
“I want her to be part of our future—well past this harrowing deadline we’re facing.” This is one of the most profound heart-to-heart moments we’ve had in a long time.
“I definitely need her to be part of our lives.” Ethan reiterates
my sentiments. “I’ve lusted after that woman’s body since the first day I laid eyes on her luscious curves. And God knows every part of her is delicious. Now, I want all of her. All the time. I’m not sure how to make this happen yet, but one thing is certain, I have no intention of letting her go. End of contract or not.”
CHAPTER 68
Delilah
I take a few sips of my coffee as I watch with great fascination as a few neighbors walk their dogs. For the first time in days, I had a full night’s sleep and I feel human again. My head hit the pillow at ten o’clock and I didn’t get up until a few minutes ago. Considering it’s almost eight o’clock in the morning, that means that I have nearly ten hours of sleep in my system. Yippee! Lucky me.
As much as I hate sleeping alone without my boyfriends’ bodies wrapped around me, the long hours of work leading to the last few eventful days zapped me of every ounce of energy I possess—last night was the pinnacle. Now that I’m fully rested, I’m definitely looking forward to a weekend with Ethan and Xander. My vajayjay and my butt have recovered from the last round of toe-curling sex and I’m so ready for more. Bring it on. Every single time I’m with them it’s simply mind-blowing, but the night of the gala was fucking off the charts. It was unrestrained, ravenous and combustive. Given how worked up we all were, I know without a doubt that the Adele factor played in our favor. It really heightened things for us. It was clear from their words of reassurance and the way they lavished my body with passion that I’m the only one. It helped tremendously in alleviating my insecurities over their ex.
I’m lost in my thoughts with a huge smile stretching across my face when suddenly a tap on my shoulder makes me jump out of my skin.
“What the—” I grumble, turning around. “Jackie.”
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