by Various
“Open another condom,” she said to Seth.
Silently, he did as instructed, but when he went to put it on she stopped him and guided his cock to her mouth, kissing it before taking it into her mouth for a moment. When he cursed aloud, she sucked him harder, feeling wicked, deviant, and able to take on the world. She moved it against the roof of her mouth several times before she pulled back. “Put it on. I want you both.”
Lifting away from Adrian’s cock, she ran her fingers over his sheathed cock. It was slippery with her juices. She could take it. Easing it back to her anus, she felt Adrian grasp it, and she held the arms of the chair as she worked her bottom against the pressure, relaxing enough to ease it inside.
“Fuck,” her head dropped back, her arms straining.
Adrian steadied her with one hand on her back, and she moved again, resting the back of her thighs against the edge of the seat between his legs, she leaned forward to accommodate him. His cock seemed even larger and harder as it eased into her forbidden passage, and then she quivered, opened, and took him in.
Adrian grasped her around the waist, and drew her upper body back so that she had her back to his chest. Pure, ragged sensation shot the length of her spine, and her mouth parted. Seth was on his knees between her legs, stroking her splayed pussy. The pleasure that pulsed from his fingertips entwined with the intense, almost painful sensation at her rear, making her cry out and pant for breath.
Seth rolled his condom on, and moved the crown of his cock into her splayed opening, pushing inside.
“Oh, oh. So much.” Her voice was garbled as she tried to get the words out. Her body was primed for this, but the intense and various stimuli swamping her groin made it difficult to breathe.
“Can you take it?” Seth asked, his voice low. “Just tell me to stop, sweetheart, if you can’t.”
“It’s almost too much,” she said, and it came out on a blast of breath. “Almost.”
Seth braced himself with one hand and the armchair, the line of his mouth tight as he waited for her word, her command.
“More.” Her head rolled back, dropping against Adrian’s shoulder and he kissed her neck. Seth shifted again, the head of his cock wedged just inside her. “Give me more, slowly,” she instructed, emphasizing that final word.
“You got it, whatever you want.” He gave it to her an inch at a time; slow, so slowly but inexorably stretching her to take his gloriously hard cock. Whimpering, her fingers locked on the arms of the chair, the sensory overload taking her over.
“Sorry,” she breathed, to Adrian, “I can’t move, can’t move.”
He gave a husky laugh against her ear. “No need to move.” His hands stroked her breasts from behind, outlining them through the lace. “We can do that for you.”
His hands moved lower. Cupping her bottom he manipulated her easily, shifting her position ever so slightly. The reverberations weren’t so slight—the two upright shafts inside her made her nether regions hum with sensation, heat swamping her.
Moaning loudly, she grasped for something solid and found Seth's shoulders. When she met his stare, she could see he was still pacing himself. Her entire skin grew damp with expectation. Swallowing hard she nodded, indicating she could take more.
He found his rhythm, thrusting in and out of her slippery channel, the muscles in his arms and neck cording.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, “this is intense.”
“Uhuh,” murmured Adrian, “and I can feel Seth’s cock fucking you.”
Seth shook his head at Adrian’s remark, but his cock seemed to get even harder at the suggestion. Lily moaned, indicating that she shared the intensity—the absolute poignancy of their proximity inside her.
At her back, Adrian shifted, sliding out and then in again, and fire rocketed up the length of her spine. Her body went supine, overloaded with stimuli. The two cocks so close inside her, sliding against each other—she was gone on it. Her sex grasped the length of Seth’s shaft, her clit throbbing wildly. A hot fist closed around her core. The first spasm hit just as Seth’s cock nudged her centre. Her clit went tight as a drum pounding with release, while her sex rippled and clenched the glorious erections that filled her, hot juices spilling from her sex.
“That feels so damn good,” Adrian whispered, holding her steady from beneath.
Seth nodded. “Never a truer word spoken, my friend."
She lifted her head and locked eyes with him.
He thrust deep again, then paused. “Never felt anything like this.”
Her chest grew tight, her hips rocking forward in response to his words.
His eyes flashed shut, then opened. They were filled with warning. “Move like that again and I’m going to come.”
“I want you to. I want you both to come, inside me.” She wrapped her hands around his upper arms, the muscle there hard and tight as she rocked her hips and he thrust harder and faster, his cock arching. Tension was fast building again, riffing on the pleasure of her previous release, making her dizzy. Drunk on it, a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped her open mouth.
Adrian exhaled, loudly. He pulled on her lace-covered nipples, then his cock went rigid, like steel. She felt the release, his cock jerking three times. Seth grunted and she knew he could feel it too. His back arched, his broad shoulders flexing as he thrust and came.
She felt his cock right at her sensitive centre. A blitz of sensation hit her. The lights seemed to dim and then get overly bright, and she clutched at the arms of the chair. Her sex tightened and released, and pleasure exploded through her, needling up her back until it washed right over her and swept up round her neck, making her nipples sting, her breath rasping in her throat.
Her body wavered. Adrian had pulled free.
“It’s okay; I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
It was Seth, and she realized he was holding her, encouraging her to put her arms around his neck. Gratefully, she sighed and rested her arms around him wearily, her body too heavy to move. Her heart brimmed, the rush from her orgasm dancing with her emotions. “Good job you’re here, because you’re going to have to carry me to the bed.”
“Me too,” Adrian said.
Seth laughed at that, and she ate it up with her eyes, because he looked so happy, and she’d never seen him look quite that way before.
Chapter Sixteen
Lily awoke when the central heating kicked up a notch. Blinking, she looked over at the bedside clock. It was seven. The morning was overcast. A moment later she carefully extracted herself from her spot on the bed, where she was comfortably ensconced between he warm, supine bodies of the two men.
Standing beside the bed she looked back at them. Deep in sleep, they gravitated towards each other as if looking for her warmth, not realizing she had gone. Any standoffishness about touching each other was slowly evaporating. That felt good. In fact, that felt like quite an achievement.
Slipping on a pair of socks, she reached into the carrier that she’d left hanging over the dressing chair and pulled out a pair of her new fancy undies. Opting to borrow a large sweatshirt as a dressing gown, she slid it over her head, breathing in the scent of male cologne. It was loose on her, covering her to mid thigh. She’d seen both men wearing it, and assumed it was Seth’s. They were time sharing it, a bit like they were time sharing her.
They slept soundly still, so she wandered to the kitchen and put the kettle on. While her tea brewed, she looked out of the window longingly. It was a crisp winter morning, with icing sugar frost on the grass. The grounds looked beautiful and she longed to be out there, exploring. It was a crime to be here in the beautiful Welsh countryside and not engage with it. Her mind flitted back to when Seth had let her out there.
Two minutes wouldn’t hurt, surely? Taking her mug of tea with her, she walked quietly to the hallway and opened up the control box, remembering how Seth had switched of the alarm for her to visit the patio the day before. The alarm was clearly marked and she clicked it off, then went into th
e sitting-room, and opened the French windows. The brisk air hit her lungs, exhilarating her, and she stepped out onto the patio, looking out across the sky. There was a glare behind the scudding clouds, and it made her want to walk for miles. Even if she could, would she feel free?
Deep inside she recognized that this was more than a safe house, this was her love nest. Her emotions were well and truly tangled and even if she was able to leave now, what they had shared was inescapable. She’d bonded with these two, here in this safe house, and even if she’d wanted to break free she couldn’t. Even if the opportunity truly was here, because she didn’t want to leave them. Was it Stockholm syndrome? No, she’d wanted Adrian through his words alone. He’d proved just as attractive in real life, and even more easy-going than she had thought. And Seth—well, she’d practically jumped him the minute she saw him, back in London, and that was before any of this locked-up-together business. Being forced to be here this way had only made things evolve quicker than they might have in ordinary life. Would they have all bonded this way, as a threesome, in ordinary life? Maybe not, maybe circumstances had allowed that side of things to happen more readily than it might have done.
She could hear a bird twittering from beyond the patio, where the bare limbs of the trees meshed together in her vision. The cold, frost-covered stones beneath her feet iced through her borrowed socks. With her hands wrapped around her mug to keep them warm and Seth’s long sweatshirt draped over her fingers, she stepped from one foot to the other, resisting the cold for as long as she could before she had to go back inside.
I want to come back here, in the summer, she thought. It was a beautiful place, and she’d never forget it. Never forget this time she’d had with Adrian and Seth, either. How could she? It was all her fantasies and more. Her love life had been on hold for a while, until she and Andrea had got the business up and running. That’s why she had turned to the internet for some fun. Before that, in her nursing days, things had never been easy. She’d always been too involved in her job. Relationships had been all about blowing off steam and they hadn’t lasted long. The nearest thing she’d had to a true love had been back in her college days, when she’d had a relationship with one man throughout. After they’d graduated, geographical distance had made that one slowly dissolve. And now she had two lovers, two good men. Sighing wistfully, her mind wandered.
They’d been flung together, but they’d clicked—all three of them had clicked into place with each other. Strange, but true. However, she doubted either of them would be interested in seeing her again, after all of this was over. Adrian was having fun, but this wasn’t what he’d signed up for and deep down she felt guilty about that. Seth…well, Seth was a different kettle of fish altogether. She suspected he was just keeping himself amused, or keeping them all amused, or something. Whatever, he’d made it clear he wasn’t taking it seriously. Even so, she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to be with them both under normal circumstances. Would it be the same? Maybe not, but she’d like to find out. She saw Adrian teasing Seth, Seth being put out, but silently accepting the more gentle man’s opinion. Like a subtle exchange between bonded friends. The fact that they did it in front of her was a strange and unexpected aphrodisiac. Breathing deep, she savored the image, locking it into her heart where she would treasure it, always
Somewhere behind her, a twig snapped.
Seth? She glanced over her shoulder, but not quite quickly enough.
She saw a fast moving figure dressed in black, and a flash of ice-blond hair.
Her mug crashed to the ground.
A large, oppressive hand fell over her mouth, and her body was crushed in a death-grip. When she tried to cry out, her breath was choked out of her lungs.
* * * *
Adrian woke up, and immediately knew that Lily wasn’t close by. He sat up and checked. Seth was lying a foot or so away, and there was a space in between them. The door was ajar and cold air funneled through it. He listened for Lily, but couldn’t hear anything. Something told him this wasn’t right.
“Wake up.” With one hand on Seth’s shoulder, he whispered the words.
Seth lifted his head off the pillow. “Huh?”
“Wake up. I have a bad feeling.”
Seth was upright inside a heartbeat. “Where’s Lily?”
“I don’t know. Woke up and she was gone.” He shook his head. “Not in the bathroom, and I can’t hear her.”
Seth was on his feet pulling his jeans on. Adrian did the same. Seth pulled his gun out of his boot, where he deposited it each night, and then shoved his feet into the boots. Adrian was just about to reach for a T-shirt, when a sound reached them, a shattering sound, and a muffled scream.
“Outside,” Seth said through gritted teeth. He stalked to the hallway, half dressed, gun in hand. Adrian followed, but at the doorway Seth turned and stopped him, pushing him back into the room. “You stay here, and lock the door behind me. Go into the bathroom and lock that door as well, and don’t come out until I tell you to.”
Adrian shook his head, moving forward against the hand Seth had up against his chest. “It’s my fault that she’s here at all. There is no way I’m going to do anything else but come and help.”
Seth’s eyes blazed. “The hell you are. You are my primary witness. It is my duty to make sure you are safe, even if that means putting my life on the line. Deal with it.”
Adrian swallowed, but it was Lily out there. To hell with Carlisle and the court case. “It’s Lily.” He locked eyes with Seth and they stood silently sparring, the tension soaring.
“I’ll find her.”
“I’ll help.”
They were squaring up to each other, but Seth shook his head. “I’m not above knocking you out cold to keep you down and safe.”
“It’s Lily,” Adrian repeated, empathically, “and if you were me you couldn’t just sit here and wait. Face it, as soon as you leave, I am following.” The door could only be locked from the inside. Seth didn’t respond to that one, unable to. Adrian continued quickly. “We’re wasting time. I’ll stay behind you, but you could really use a second pair of eyes right now.”
“Jesus, you two are the most pain-in-the-arse witnesses I have ever experienced.” Seth shook his head, his eyes flickering as he looked into the hallway. “See that you do stay back,” he added over his shoulder, “and keep your eyes peeled.”
In the hallway, the control box was open. Seth stared at it, muttering to himself. “This is my fault.”
With his back against the wall, he moved slowly along hallway to the residents’ lounge. Dipping his head inside, he held one hand up, indicating that Adrian wait. The cold air was definitely coming from that direction. A moment later, Seth moved into the doorway, cocked gun in front of him. Then he disappeared into the room.
When Adrian followed, he saw that the French windows were wide open, the open curtains lifting on the winter air. However, it was the silence, and not the cold, that made him shiver.
Seth quickly pointed at him, and then pointed behind the bar, indicating he take cover there. Adrian was unwilling, but Seth glared at him. He did as instructed, dropping to his knees behind the bar, whilst watching Seth’s maneuvers over the edge. It occurred to him in a moment of extreme irony that there wasn’t much point in keeping him protected right now, seeing as he didn’t give a shit about anything but Lily’s safety.
Seth hadn’t even got close to the French windows when a shot rang out. Had they left the doors wide open like a trap? Adrian felt sick. The hairs on his back stood up. Was Lily even alive? He crushed the thought that it was otherwise.
The back of the bar ran up to the edge of the curtains, further along the room, where the casement window ended, and he headed in that direction. Seth had his back against the curtains, a few inches to the side of the open glass doors. From memory, Adrian recognized that he was against the wall flanking the French windows. “Nice try,” Seth shouted, “but you seem to keep missing your targets
.”
Silence.
“You make me sick, Lavonne,” Seth shouted, “selling out like this.”
Seth knew the man? Confusion hit him, but he continued to creep along behind the bar, desperate to be sure that Lily was unharmed.
A gruff laugh came from beyond the window and then a muffled cry. Lily?
That sound fuelled him. He glanced at Seth. He was pinching his forehead, teeth gritted. Anger and regret poured out of him, and inside a heartbeat Adrian knew that his guardian was in love with her too.
“Give me Walsh,” a voice shouted from beyond, “in exchange for the woman.”
“Do it,” Adrian hissed. “I’ll go.”
Seth shot him the blackest look he had ever seen, shaking his head. “Even if I could let you do that, it wouldn’t help. Lily can identify him, as can I.”
Adrian’s hands fisted at his sides.
“Now why on earth would you do that?” Seth shouted back through the open doorway.
He’d managed to sound much more self-assured than he looked, Adrian noticed.
“All I needed is to keep the witness under my protection,” the man outside responded, “until after the trial. You know it makes sense.”
Seth’s head went back against the wall. Adrian watched, wondering how he would respond. Adrian didn’t even know the guy, and he didn’t believe him. It was pretty obvious Seth didn’t believe it, either.
Rising up, Adrian took a chance, lifted the curtain and peaked out the casement window. He caught sight of them immediately. They were behind the largest of the nearby trees, some ten feet away from the open glass doors where Seth was standing. The man who’d been on the fire escape outside his office had Lily crushed against the tree, one hand over her mouth. The other held a gun to her head. She was alive, but who knew for how long? The bloke holding her looked as if he wanted to blow her away and then walk over here and shoot the lot of them. He was merely using her as a shield, and if he got brave, he wouldn’t need that shield anymore.
