“It’s a tempting offer, Bo, but I’m actually looking for someone. Maybe another time?”
Her eyes darted to the side, then back up to him. He hoped she didn’t think he was being an ass. She nodded and walked out onto the veranda, where she was quickly snatched up by another waiting guest who happened to be dressed like a hungry wolf. Adam laughed as he heard her giggle trail off when the hairy beast carried her down the steps.
Adam paused and turned to the parlor door. It was open. A soft glow from the candles seeped from the doorway. As he puffed on the musky tobacco, he walked into the lavishly decorated parlor to find only one couple inside. He started to leave, but thought better of it when he noticed the blond-haired serving man was pinned against the wall by a rather voluptuous blonde woman wearing a blue dress.
He pulled a chair by the door and watched the couple on the other side of the room. Every now and again he’d look through the doorway to see if he could spot Lily. The man lifted his face and looked at Adam. God, he couldn’t have been out of his teens just yet. No older than eighteen for sure. He smiled at the young man and propped his ankle up over his other leg and leaned to the side of the chair. He wanted the woman to turn around, but she didn’t.
The man’s blond hair tossed around as he rolled his head against the wall. His moan echoed the obvious lustful torment he must have been feeling. “Please, let me come.”
She shook her head and stepped back from him. Adam watched, eager to see what would happen next. The woman in the blue dress took a step back. He looked at the man’s black boots. His breeches lay in a pile around his ankles. What was she doing to him? Soon enough, Adam saw her delicate elbows moving. With each movement the man would suck in his breath and cry out again. She would stop and wait for him to calm down, only to start in again.
Adam heard her giggle and blew the smoke from his mouth. It couldn’t be. Was that a blonde wig on her? Adam looked closer. The woman was wearing a wig. Adam stood up, and the woman turned around, giving him the full view of what she was doing to the poor man.
His cock was red as a beet. The woman squeezed his scrotum and pumped the impressive shaft. She quickly turned back around and gave the young man what he wanted. In a flash the woman in the blue dress released the man from his torture, and he sprayed cum into her hand.
“Oh, God, thank you. Thank you.” he said to her.
Adam moved a little closer and waited for the woman to turn around again. When she did, he couldn’t tell if it was Lily or not. The woman’s mask covered her well enough, and her dress only revealed her generous curves, but no other evidence of his Lily. Adam paused as the young man pulled up his breeches and walked out of the room, leaving Adam and the mysterious woman alone.
“Who are you?” he asked the pretty mystery guest.
She turned away and washed her hands in the basin of water sitting on the table. Adam moved close behind her so she couldn’t get away. “Let me guess,” he said. “You’ve fallen down a tunnel and you’re looking for a white rabbit?” His voice was silky and deep as he spoke into her ear. He meant to entice her into giving up her identity.
She nodded before slithering away from him and walking to the fireplace. An antique mirror hung atop the mantel to reveal the excited expression in her bright eyes. She looked up, and he knew it was his Lily. He watched in the mirror as her lips fell open. Panic veiled her lovely features as she tried to get away, but he was too fast. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her and had pinned her stomach against the wall.
His muscular chest held her in place as his nostrils flared, taking in her scent. A knowing smirk crept over his face. Lily Flower. She doesn’t know it’s me. He gave a quick laugh as he felt her body tremble beneath him.
“Are you frightened?” he whispered against her neck before setting the cigar in the ashtray on the mantel.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Good.” He pressed his erection into her skirt as he took her hands and planted her palms flat against the wall. His groin tightened as she tugged on her arms, trying to get free.
“I’m l-looking for someone. He should be here by n-now.”
“Who? Your rabbit?” He slid his hand under the hem of her skirt and lifted it to expose her bare backside. Now he could press into her easier. She shuddered as he rested his waist against her bare flesh. “I believe she’s out back getting fucked by very randy gentleman.”
He felt her body ease as she pressed her backside farther against him. She gasped when he flipped her around to face him. “Adam, it’s you!” Her smile made his whole body shake. “My rabbit won’t let me come, and I’m desperate.”
Adam quickly unzipped his pants. She leaned her head onto his sturdy shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her with his forearms and braced himself against the wall with the palms of his hands. He prayed she was ready, because he had to possess her.
Carefully, he guided her to sit on him. First, he waited to ease the head into her slit, and once she received him, he slid her all the way down. He watched her face as her eyes glazed over and her lips slightly parted. “Are you okay?”
“I am now, my phantom.” She flexed her thighs to rise and released them to slide back down. Her pleading gaze met his. “Are you okay?”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, getting drunk on the feel of her silky skin. “I’m in Wonderland. Keep going, Lily. It feels so good.” He couldn’t believe how wet she was. This time she wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t timid or frightened. Her fragile trust made his heart ache to always be the protector she could count on. To shield her from every harshness. With each thrust, he wanted to take away the pain she kept hidden, the uncertainty about his acceptance. He wanted to make everything better. With each wave of pleasure, he claimed her in the most primal way a man could take his woman.
Adam pressed harder, crushing Lily against the wall as he frantically slid inside her warm cunt. He needed more. The possession was relentless as he panted like a bull, trying to get farther inside her soft body. He was the beast every lover had branded him. Those women couldn’t take this. Couldn’t understand the want—need—that knitted his soul together. But Lily did. She understood because her soul was created the same way.
Lily whimpered, and Adam welcomed the feel of her arms wrapping around his neck. She was holding on as her slick channel hugged his invading cock. The frantic touches and harsh kisses eased. Soft whimpers replaced heaving breathing as they savored the quivering sensation deep in her pussy.
“Adam, I need to—”
“Come for me, baby. It’s all right. You can come now.” As the words left his mouth, her body shook. The hot core hugging his cock seized.
When the last wave washed over his cock, her body went limp in his arms. He pressed his lips against her mouth and coaxed her tongue to taste him. “Thank you,” he said between labored breaths. “God, Lily—I have to come. I can’t hold it anymore.”
The tender way she nestled her lips against his cheek, petting the back of his head with her slender fingers, made his balls squeeze. The first blast of his orgasm was almost painful. He saw white spots, then screwed his eyes shut to concentrate on the powerful sensation gripping his cock. The last of the semen seeped into her body and he rested his forehead against her temple and laughed.
“Alice, is it?” he teased when he gently helped her to the ground.
Lily laughed and straightened her blonde wig. He could see the bottoms of her cheeks blush. “Yes. And you are the phantom—my phantom?”
“I’m your phantom,” he said and took her into his arms. “Now, why would you torture that poor young guy?”
“Because he asked me to.” Her expression was full of honesty and innocence.
“I should’ve known.” He laughed. “Let’s get something to eat.” They walked out of the parlor, hand in hand, to find some of the wonderful delights adorning the tables in the dining room.
Chapter Eleven
The excitement was
almost more than Lily could bear when she and Adam walked into the dining room. Adam snatched two plates from the hutch and let Lily lead him as he placed some of the hors d’oeuvres on the plates. They nibbled on the food as they made their way to the kitchen. When they stepped through the doorway, Tony was leaning against the sink, looking out the window. The loose hem of his Grecian robe lifted, revealing the taut skin on the back of his muscular thighs. She flinched when Adam gripped her hand. His thoughts were obviously flowing in the same direction as hers.
“Tony?” Lily said, giving Adam’s hand a soft squeeze.
Tony turned around. “Hey, guys. I thought I’d lost you two.”
Lily rested her cheek on Adam’s arm. “We’re right here. Did you miss me?”
Tony glanced over at Adam. “I missed you both. Come here.”
Lily wasn’t sure how she felt about the tilt of his lips. The serene, sensual lift of his mouth didn’t match the lifeless expression in his dark eyes. The way her sex wet for his voice was a stolen command. She hadn’t willed it. She wanted to run into his arms, have him crush her with his embrace, and tell her everything was going to be okay. That he’d always be sitting on her windowsill bench in the morning. He’d be there to prepare her bath.
The smooth way he tilted his head, letting her know she’d received a command, was as it should be. As it always had been. The depths of his gaze revealed the truth. This was their beginning. A journey that might take a week, a day, a month. The intense emotion felt as if it was the beginning of their good-bye.
Lily’s knees shook. She bit her bottom lip to keep her chin from trembling, but it did anyway. With her neck firm, head forward, eyes straight, she slid her hand from Adam’s safe grip and walked to her dominant.
“Adam,” Tony said as he lifted her skirt and apron, “did you enjoy my poppet’s cunt?” Lily winced when Tony slid two fingers into her swollen channel. “Was she wet when you pinned her against the wall?”
Lily slumped against Tony’s strong shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist to keep from falling as he lazily pumped his wrist. He smelled like smoke and earthly musk. A hint of another woman’s floral perfume lingered beneath, tickling her nose. She sniffed. “Tony…”
“Shh.” She felt his breath wisp across her temple before he tenderly kissed the shell of her ear. “I saw you, poppet,” he whispered. “I saw every dirty moment when he raised you against that wall and filled your pretty little cunt with his big cock. Did you like it?”
Lily felt the heartbeat in her throat thrum harder and harder.
“Did you, poppet?”
“Yes,” she struggled to say through a muted sob. “Yes, Tony, I loved it.”
He flicked his fingers several times deep inside her body, making her hips buck forward. “Tony!”
“Hey, now this looks like a party.”
Lily looked over her shoulder to see a tall gentleman dressed in leather chaps and a cowboy hat walking into the kitchen.
Adam reached out, catching the guy in the chest. “Not that kind of party. She’s mine.”
The cowboy shoved at Adam’s hand, but Adam took a fistful of the guy’s silver-snapped shirt and ran the guy against the wall. “She’s mine.”
Tony rushed away so fast Lily spun around, almost hitting her hip on the center island.
“Adam!” Tony shouted and tugged on Adam’s arm. “Let him go. Come on. Let him go.”
Adam reluctantly backed away from the man. “No other men, Tony. I mean it.”
“Adam?” Lily hesitantly approached the other side of the kitchen. She wrung her hands together, waiting to see if it was wise to come over.
He turned around, came up in two steps, and crushed his lips against her mouth. Instinctively, she opened to his lapping tongue, tilting her head to slide her tongue deep into the warm cavern of his mouth.
“God,” he muttered between deep kisses, “he can touch you, but you’re mine now, Lily. Okay? Okay?” He palmed her flushed cheeks and kissed her mouth again. “I want Tony to touch you, so fucking help me; I even want to see his dick going into you, but no one else. No one, Lily. No one. God, you taste so fucking good.”
Lily tilted her head back to catch her breath. His voice was an elixir, intoxicating her more and more with each word that floated out of his delicious mouth. “I want you, Adam. I need you.” She skimmed her hands over the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, wishing it was his hot skin instead of silky fabric. “But I need…” She tried to say something, but the thought of Tony’s fingers sliding inside her body pulled at her thoughts. “I need…” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t let him know how confused she felt. How lost and alone she’d be without her dominant.
How devastated and tormented she’d be without her dominant.
Without her dominant…
“Tony,” Adam said and grabbed Lily’s hand. “Let’s go. I want to take her to the woods.” Lily looked around Adam’s broad shoulders. Tony was leaning against the wall, a smile on his face. “Now!”
Lily startled and willingly let Adam lead her out the kitchen doors. An uneasy flutter rolled through her belly. She glanced back over her shoulder. Tony was lazily strolling behind as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Lily looked over at Adam, who was walking them across the lawn at a breakneck pace. She took a deep breath, trying to keep up. Adam let her hand go and tenderly pressed his palm against the small of her back, at the same time slowing down their frantic pace. Her heartbeat instantly soothed to a more tolerable pace. He leaned down and touched his lips to the crown of her head.
She reached behind her back, taking his scarred hand into her own, running the pad of her thumb over the rough flesh. It felt safe. Accepting. He wrapped his big fingers around her slender ones and led her into the mysterious darkness behind the mossy oaks.
Adam crossed a path only to cross over to yet another one. He looked left then right, tugging on her hand to lead them further. Finally, they reached a white chaise just like the one she’d shared with her rabbit. Lily was consumed with fantasies of these two oh-so-masculine men taking her with abandon. Adam untied his cloak and threw it over the back of the chaise. Lily bit down on her lip and silently watched as Tony pulled the draped fabric from his broad chest to show her his cock. The thick shaft was rigid, stretching to reach his flat belly button.
“Adam, help our Alice to her knees, on the lounger.”
Adam hesitated, and Lily touched his hand, letting him know she was ready for this. He helped her crawl onto the lounger and balance on her knees while she held on to the back edge of the chaise.
Tony sat on the foliage-covered ground in front of the lounger. He rested his head on the soft cushion between her spread knees. He sighed and Lily felt his warm breath between her thighs.
“Come down on me, poppet. Let me lick the rest of Adam’s cum from you.”
Slowly, she spread her thighs to give him better access. Her hands gripped the satiny fabric of the chaise, digging her palm into the edge to hold on. With her back rounded like a cat’s, she pressed down. Then farther until she could feel Tony’s tongue dart at the sensitive lips of her sex. With deliberate movements, she swayed her hips forward, working his tongue to satisfy the tightening coil winding in her pussy.
“That’s it, Lily. Ride his mouth,” Adam said as he unfastened the zipper on his pants. “Let him make you come.”
Lily looked over her shoulder to watch as Adam walked around the back of the chaise, stroking his large cock.
“Lick this, Lily,” Adam commanded, “Make it wet for me.”
He stuck his cock deep into her throat and pulled out, only to descend again. Lily tried to breathe through her nose and relax her throat at the same time. Adam’s thick shaft was too long, and she gagged. She swallowed, eased the broad, smooth head to the roof of her mouth and sucked. Adam moaned, the rumbling sound making her sex clench. She ground farther down onto Tony’s mouth as he sneaked his rough hand between her wet folds. The pleasure peaked, forcing
a suffocating blackness to enter her vision.
TONY’S VOICE ROSE from beneath. “Fuck her, Adam. She’s ready to come.”
Adam stepped over Tony’s body and planted his feet on either side of Tony’s waist. Lily’s sweet round ass was up in the air, waiting for him to take what he needed. He wanted to lick the smooth skin but knew she couldn’t wait for him to pamper her just for the sake of his pleasure. Pulling her backside wide apart, he licked his finger and rubbed the tiny pink pucker of her forbidden space.
Lily moaned and rolled her hips, pushing against his hand. Gently, he pressed the tip of his finger against the tight ring. He eased in to the first knuckle. She rocked back, and he advanced farther.
“Yes, Adam,” she cooed, “that feels wonderful. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He held on to her hips and fingered her pretty ass. The sight of her taking his finger and Tony working her cunt made his dick leak. He fisted the root of his cock and slid it against the slick lips of her sex. Tony’s tongue bathed the underside of his shaft as he eased into her hot tunnel. The walls gripped every inch, hugging his cock, worshipping it as if it were a god coming home.
Within moments she was writhing between both men. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, I can’t stop coming. I c-can’t s-stop.”
Adam withdrew his finger from her ass, only to insert two. This time thrusting with more command, he took her again and again until she was weeping. When Adam leaned over Lily’s back, Tony bathed Adam’s heavy sac with his tongue. Lily’s back arched as Adam wrapped his arm under her breasts and pulled her to his chest. He continued to fuck her in both entries, making her body writhe and struggle under his attentions.
“Tony… Adam… Adam…”
“That’s it, poppet,” Tony’s voice echoed from between her legs. “Let him fuck you. Let him own you.”
Adam thrust in long strokes, his cock feeling the gripping heat inside her body. As his length would retreat, Tony’s tongue was there to tease the sensitive shaft to push back in. Lily’s body started to crumple against Adam’s arm as she shook and panted against him.
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