Dirty Delilah(28)

“Yes! God.”

“Ride him, baby.”

Delilah leaned forward and placed her hands on Sebastian’s muscled chest, looking into his eyes. They were nearly black now with need. “Sebastian?”

“Delilah,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “don’t make me beg.”

She rode him. Slowly at first, giving her body a minute to adjust. Sebastian’s sounds of pleasure, his full swollen lips she wanted to suck, and the knowledge that Asa was behind her watching all spurred her on. Made her fearless.

“Do you like this?” she asked him seductively, breathlessly.

He swore. “I can’t…I can’t describe it. When I think about how much I like it, all I want to do is roll you over and spread your legs, filling you so deep you scream over and over again. Fuck me, Delilah. Don’t steal what’s left of my control.”

Heat coiled in her belly and she could feel the flood of her arousal easing his way.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking good,” Sebastian growled, his cuffed hands clenched in helpless fists.

She couldn’t hold back. She wanted this. Him. “Sebastian.” She picked up her pace, grinding her hips against him as she took everything.

“Jesus, I need you, Del.” Asa’s quiet words made her pull back, brought her back from the wild edge of oblivion.

She didn’t want to go there without him. “I need you too. Please.”

His hand pressed firmly in the center of her back, lowering her further onto the growling Sebastian.

“You really are impatient, aren’t you?” she whispered, closing her eyes on a shuddering groan at the first pushing pressure of Asa’s erection.

“I don’t know if I—I don’t think—Oh my God.”

Sebastian lowered his handcuffed wrists and cupped her face. “Breathe out, Delilah. Relax. You can take us. Your body was made for pleasure. Keep breathing and let yourself feel it. All that passion he has. All that love.”

It was exactly what she needed to hear, his voice seductive and confident.

Asa’s rumbling groan erupted from his chest when his hips were finally flush with her ass, and all of them were glistening with the effort it took to hold back.

“Now,” he rasped, dragging his hips back then pushing firmly forward. “Sebastian, you can use your hands to guide her.”

She watched through a tear-filled haze of desire as Sebastian used his teeth to unlatch the handcuffs, then tossed them aside to reach for her hips. “Yes, angel. Now.”

The world tilted on its axis—up was down, pain was pleasure and she was filled…everywhere. God. She couldn’t describe it. She couldn’t think. All she had was feeling and sensation and desire as the two men surrounding her found their rhythm and used it to make her scream.

“That’s right, dirty girl.” Asa’s guttural words sent sparks of desire shooting out through her body. “Can you come for us?”

“Come,” Sebastian demanded, his hands controlling the fast, pounding motion of her hips. “Come.”

She saw stars. “Oh God! I’m coming.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes. Jesus, yes. Love you, Del. Love you so much.”

She was falling. Shattering as she felt them join her, their muscles tensing, voices rough as they shouted their release. Delilah screamed his name. The only name in her heart. “Asa!”

Her body was still quaking with the force of her orgasm when someone lowered her onto the bed while another set of hands cleaned her off with a washcloth, caressing her sensitive skin.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when large graceful fingers stroked her cheek. Sebastian.

Delilah opened her eyes and saw that he’d put on his pants, still unzipped, and was sitting beside her.

“Hi.”

“Thank you, Delilah.” Sebastian’s dark chocolate eyes were tender. Sincere. “That was…” his voice faded as he searched for the right word.

“Almost as good as your crepe recipe?” She laughed, her voice throaty and raw from her screaming.

“Better.” He nodded, smiling. “Worth it.”

Were they done? She didn’t know ménage etiquette, but surely they would give her a chance to re-grow her muscles. For her head to stop spinning. “Where is Asa?”

Sebastian traced his thumb across her lower lip, licking his own. “He’s getting the shower ready for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” A shower sounded like heaven. She lifted her heavy arm and clasped his wrist with her fingers. “Aren’t you joining us?”

A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. “He didn’t say. I thought—”