Inescapable

by Saskia Walker

  He abandoned the DVDs and left the music channel playing on the TV instead. Moving to the sofa, he sat easily on one end, his attention apparently all hers.

  Oh boy. Taking a deep breath, she took the opposite end of the sofa to him, placing herself closer to Adrian in his armchair. Adrian looked as if he approved of what she had said, which gave her strength.

  “I don’t want us to feel awkward anymore.” She directed her attention to Seth. “Adrian I have been chatting online for about three months. Things got pretty steamy.” That felt like the understatement of the century, but considering what had happened with Seth the night before, she was pretty sure she didn’t need to go into more detail. He could figure it out for himself.

  He looked as if he was trying to remain serious and inscrutable, and yet there was a simmering sense of expectation about him and a dark twinkle in his eyes. Bastard. He thought it was funny.

  She took a deep breath and continued. “Yesterday was supposed be our first meeting in person. Adrian was very kind and suggested that I go to his office so that I would feel safe, in a public place. So you see, this is all feels a bit awkward because Adrian and I know a lot about each other, but we don’t really know each other.” She paused. “The deal was that I could walk away, and so could he, if we didn’t feel comfortable during our date. Without even having had any time to get past that first meeting, we’re locked up together. With you.”

  It felt good to have said it out loud, for the first time.

  “I can see why that would be difficult, of course,” Seth commented, in a very matter of fact way. “That’s it, out in the open, over with. It wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

  She dipped her head on one side as she looked at him, considering why he had said that. He gave her a brief smile and rested one elbow on the back of sofa. Maybe he didn’t want her to say anything else, or maybe he was suggesting she did? Whatever, she was on a roll and she wasn’t stopping now, because as far as she was concerned she’d only got halfway through the problem. “There’s something else that I want to get off my chest, as well.”

  Thank God for the wine. It didn’t exactly make her throw caution to the wind, but it made this a hell of a lot easier to get this off her chest. Forcing herself to glance at both of them, she quickly took in their expressions. Adrian was curious, and Seth looked bemused. His eyebrows had lifted imperceptibly, those sharp eyes totally focused on her. Oh yes, he knew what she was about to say, he’d guessed. Was there a touch of admiration there? Maybe. Maybe this is what he’d been pushing for all along.

  She turned to Adrian. “When I arrived at your office, I thought…well, I thought you would answer the door, and that you had in fact answered the door. So I…kissed you.” Now it was Adrian’s eyebrows that lifted. “I mean, I kissed him.” Nodding her head in Seth’s direction, she barely dared look at him.

  Would Seth laugh at her? Would Adrian hate her? She hoped not.

  The sound of the music from the TV only seemed to emphasise the silence that hung in the atmosphere. Adrian stared at her for what seemed an age, and she had to fight the urge to squirm in her seat or flee from the room. Then he shook his head, a wry half-smile taking up residence on his face. “Well, that explains a lot.”

  She stared at him, unsure of how to respond.

  He nodded at Seth. “The way you look at Lily. It was more than just casual interest, now I see why.”

  Seth lifted his hands. “Sorry, buddy.”

  Adrian kept staring from one to the other of them, his eyes flickering with curiosity. “Is she a good kisser?”

  Lily’s skin raced hot and cold, her senses on high alert.

  “Hellish hot,” Seth responded, watching her in a blatantly assessing way. She suddenly wished she hadn’t sat on the same sofa as him. His proximity made this even worse, and she had to force herself to breathe. He smiled a lopsided grin that made her think he was referring just as much to what happened between them last night, as in London.

  Lily’s face burned, and that wasn’t all. Between her legs her pussy felt hot and heavy, the pulse at her core beating wildly, a frantic need for contact controlling it. “This is embarrassing,” she muttered to herself.

  “Hey, don’t be embarrassed, Laidbacklady, no need. You’re a sexy woman.”

  “It was a genuine mistake,” Seth commented.

  Adrian shot him a glance. “I’m sure it was, and I don’t blame you for enjoying it.” His mouth tightened for a moment, thoughtful. “You did enjoy it, right?”

  Seth nodded.

  “Of course you did. You’d be an idiot not to.” Adrian knocked back some more wine before he continued. “But if you’re going to snog my sex-chat buddy, the least you can do is let me watch.”

  Did he really just say that? Lily stared at him. Had he had too much wine?

  “You’d like that,” he added, “wouldn’t you, Lily?” He looked straight at her, his smile knowing and darkly suggestive.

  She saw it in his eyes, the secret knowledge he had about her. She had confessed about wanting to be watched, and now he was calling her on it. Really calling her. Her mind raced. Was this actually happening to her? Did Adrian honestly want to watch her with another man?

  One look at his suggestive smile left her in no doubt that he meant it, and the combination of shock and dynamite arousal she experienced made her feel dizzy on the subsequent rush. Disbelieving but wildly aroused, she shifted restlessly and ran her fingernails over her upper arms, needing the sting to make her breathe.

  Seth’s soft laughter drew her attention back. The suggestive smile he wore made her shiver with arousal, her body moving rapidly towards total meltdown. “Lily would like that, huh?” Seth put his glass aside. “You two really are into the sex chat.”

  Before she had a chance to respond, he reached out across the length of the sofa, breaching the space between them, and put his hand on hers. Weaving their fingers together, he drew her towards him, forcing her to move in his direction. Lily’s heart hammered in her chest.

  Seth paused, his face inches from hers. “You know the lady so well, Adrian, and knowledge is power.”

  Adrian laughed softly. “It is indeed.”

  Seth glanced sideways at Adrian again, eyes glittering. “Here’s the deal. I’ll let you watch, if you share what you know.”

  Lily whimpered, his words shocking her, desire and tension making her feel strung out. Every part of her was wired to their exchange in the most direct way, her nerve endings sparking.

  With one hand, Seth stroked her hair back from her face, cupping her cheek. “Tell me everything she likes, I want to know it all.”

  “Well now, Lily did seem to like it when I told her I’d stand between her legs and tell her to touch herself.”

  Lily bit her lip, and squirmed in her seat. Hearing Adrian say it aloud, the thing that had turned her on so much—and that no man had ever done—was a whole other level of torment.

  “I also told her that I would watch her while she did it, and that would really turn her on.”

  Adrian seemed determined to push this thing forward. Meanwhile Seth’s proximity only served to remind her how it had felt to be pressed against him, to feel that persuasive mouth on hers. At her centre, she ached for that—and more.

  “Is that true?” Seth’s eyes were dark with arousal, hooded and intense. He stared at her lips as he spoke, and when she eventually nodded at him he lowered his head to hers.

  Any resistance she might have felt faded when he pushed his fingers into her hair and eased her back against the cushions, his body covering hers. Possessively, he claimed her, his kiss long and hungry, his mouth moving on hers, opening her up. Latching her hands over his shoulders her body arched up to his. The physical contact was too good, and all the while the heat of Adrian’s eyes on them seemed to make everything that much more intense, adding a thousand more caresses to each of Seth’s.

  “Oh yes,” Adrian said, his voice low and hoarse, ”you’re so beautifu
l. The way you’re moving makes me hard.” He sighed, and Seth’s hands moved over her, stroking her throat and her breasts before wrapping around her waist, claiming her. At the same time it was Adrian’s voice she heard, and it seemed to coil inside her and flare, making her open and melt, the physical need that gripped her multiplying.

  Seth lifted his head, but his hands were still locked around her waist. He’d pinned her on the sofa by sitting against her hip and locking her in place, and now he was leaning over her and looking at her with those suggestive eyes, kissing her until she was desperate with need.

  I want you, she thought. Heaven help me, I want you both. She pressed back into the cushions, desire and self-awareness washing over her in equal measures.

  Seth touched her mouth with one finger, outlining it. “I’m going to explore you some more now, and unless you say otherwise, Adrian is going to watch exactly what I’m doing.”

  Lily gripped Seth’s shoulders with her hands, unable to look away from him.

  “Watching is the least you can offer, seeing as you’re stealing my date here.” Adrian laughed softly, a self-deprecating tone to his comment.

  “Stealing? And there was me thinking we were sharing.” Seth smiled, a weighty message in his voice and his expression. “Your call, Lily,” he added, and his expression softened for a moment. He’d made his deal with Adrian, but he still wanted her okay on it.

  Lily couldn’t respond. The idea of being watched while this moved forward made her crazy, and one glance assured her that both men wanted it. As if in query, Seth moved the back of his hand down the front of her skirt, making fleeting contact with the mound of her pussy through the fabric. It was tantalising and tempting and delicious.

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Adrian move in his armchair. “Who knew this would be a chance for you to live out some of those things you confessed in the chat room?”

  Embarrassment quickly multiplied inside her, her own words coming back to haunt her—words that she had typed to him in their private chat room when she was high on the rush from anonymous confession and the heavy arousal that followed. “Adrian. You’ve had too much to drink,” she blurted.

  “Loosed my tongue, hmm, that what you think? Hey, don’t fight it, gorgeous. Right now you look like every bloke’s wet dream come true, and I for one am loving the view.”

  She squirmed and rolled her head on the cushions, the back of her wrist against her forehead. Seth eased her skirt up around her hips and cupped the mound of her pussy through her knickers.

  “You said you wanted this,” Adrian added, concern had edged into his tone.

  “I did, but I didn’t mean like this,” she said, and the words came out in a sudden rush that betrayed her state of arousal.

  “It’s making you hot though, this way? With the two of us here,” Seth asked.

  “Of course it is,” she blurted, incredulous. She sighed ruefully. Her body was lost to the moment, her body on fire at Seth’s touches, her mind recalling all the things she had said to Adrian and his comments egging her on to display her sexuality.

  Seth smiled and ran one hand over her breasts, making her moan. “We could stop this, but you seem to be enjoying it, and—like Adrian said—you’re every bloke’s wet dream right now, so neither of us is complaining.”

  No, she didn’t want to stop, but the words wouldn’t form.

  Her hips rocked up against his hand, and that was enough. He pulled down her knickers, drawing them the length of her thighs, and she lifted and shifted to aid him. When the barrier was gone, he bent to kiss her mouth again, and at the very same moment he moved his hand between her thighs and pushed one finger into her slit, brushing it over her swollen clit.

  Moaning against his mouth, Lily couldn’t help herself. Her hips lifted, her hands closing around his head. Moving her fingers against his thick hair, she savoured the feeling of it while she opened her mouth to take him in, her tongue moving with his in the dance of seduction. Between her thighs, he applied more pressure to her clit and then moved his finger, tantalisingly. Her sex clenched, clamping where she wanted to feel him hard and thrusting and rhythmic inside her.

  Would Adrian be turned on by that? Would he want to be inside her as well? The questions rushed her mind, sidelining her. She pulled back, gasped for breath. “Oh, oh,”

  Seth’s face was shadowed, the light beyond him, but she saw his eyes flicker and he laughed softly. Again he moved his fingers against her pussy, making her cry out, her fingernails sinking deep into his shoulders. His shoulders lifted in response and he growled. “Fuck this, let me at you.”

  Kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, he shifted her bodily; turning her so that she sat upright, then he stroked both legs from thigh to ankle — an action that did nothing to ground her—before pushing both legs apart, and ducking his head between them as he went down on her. His hands worked her thighs, stroking their soft insides, making her tremble, while his mouth worked pure magic. Knotting her fingers together, Lily’s arms shot up, then bent at the elbow and dropped behind her head, her body arching from the sofa , her breasts jutting as his mouth closed over her clit. First he sucked her clit until she about lifted off the seat, then he explored her hot, swollen folds with his tongue until she cried aloud and bit the back of her wrist when she heard herself.

  “That is so hot,” Adrian whispered, and she forced herself to look his way. He was sitting forward in his chair, watching avidly. His eyes were bright and what she saw there was something akin to pride. He liked this, he really did.

  That pushed her to the edge, and she ran her fingers into Seth’s hair, her clit painfully tender as she blossomed and climaxed. Heat washed over her and her free hand went to her throat, where she seemed to burn. Panting, she rolled her hips, her thighs trembling. When she surfaced, she found that Seth was busy taking off her shoes.

  He’s not done with me yet. The realisation hit her; Seth was just warming her up.

  Smiling wickedly, he stood up. Clasping her hand in his, he drew her to her feet. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and extracted a condom packet. When she looked at it, then at him, he flickered his eyebrows at her and threw the condom packet onto the sofa so that it was within easy reach. Her groin was still buzzing, the ache at her core up and raring for that condom to be put into action. With his hands firm and decisive on her upper arms, Seth turned her to face Adrian, and then pulled her top up and over her head, undressing her in front of her virtual lover.

  “Oh boy,” she murmured, her legs wavering under her. On the TV, a rolling drum and guitar frenzy echoed her racing pulse with uncanny accuracy. Glancing down at where Adrian sat in the armchair, she saw that he was hard inside the jeans we wore, his zipper bulging. She had longed to see his cock; she’d thought about it so often while she made herself come. Was that the way he looked when they were chatting online? Did he stroke his cock while he urged her to pleasure herself? When she met his gaze, she could tell he knew what was in her mind. His gaze lowered to her chest, where Seth was busy undoing her sheer black bra. When he unhooked it and pulled it free, her cheeks flamed, her hands going to cover her bare breasts.

  “Uh oh, no hiding, not now.” Adrian shook his finger at her, still smiling.

  She moved her fingers away. He was right; there was no going back now.

  Her nipples were rock hard, her breasts swollen and uplifted. Exposing them felt outrageously good. Between her thighs, she was damp and sticky from her orgasm. At her back, Seth spooned her hips, moving in time to the rock music, shifting first one way, then the other, taking her with him. His cock was rock hard. She felt it through his jeans and the thin layer of her mini skirt, the only item she still wore. His free hand was at her nape, stoking her hair out of his way. He rested a kiss on her hot skin, his mouth soft, the stubble of his chin brusque and vivid on her sensitised skin. She felt shaky and high all the same time, delirious with pleasure as she absorbed the sheer amount of testosterone in the atmos
phere and thought about what was coming. It was heavy in the air, expectancy, the thrill of knowing it was going all the way.

  A moment later, Seth unzipped the skirt and peeled it off her. “Crazy lady, you have us both in such a state.”

  “You’re doing this,” she murmured, as he shoved the skirt down her hips and let it drop to the floor.

  Adrian shook his head, reaching out to stroke her legs when Seth danced her closer, his fingers lingering around the back of her knee. “No, you are, you’re doing it all, and it’s everything you wanted.”

  It was true, but this was also beyond her fantasies. Way beyond. She hadn’t even thought about having two men before. This was overdose, had to be, she was sure of it. Moaning, she tried to turn her face into Seth’s chest, but he tutted mockingly and then he lifted her hair from the back of a neck and kissed her there again. He was making her face up to Adrian, her secret online lover, and that was so arousing—and so true to what she’d wanted, deep down—that instinct took over.

  She knew what she wanted.

  Bending over, she undid Adrian’s belt and lowered his zipper. His cock poked up through his jockey shorts and when she ran a hand over its outline through the soft cotton, his hands tightened on the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white. There was a warning in his eyes.

  Seth squeezed her hips with hands, his erection pressing against her bottom suggestively. “Are you going to go down on him?”

  She nodded. It was what she wanted to do, and he knew that, but he was also letting her know that he wasn’t going to be left out. If she went down on Adrian, she was still going to get him. Both of them. Could she handle it? Her heart hammered wildly, her body high on the idea of it, adrenaline rushing in her veins.

  Dropping to her knees, she pulled Adrian’s cock free of his jockey shorts. Free of its constraint, it bounced into her hand, eager for her touch. The skin was hot, the shaft hard. She stroked her fingers over its swollen head. It made her shiver inside. Wrapping her hands around its solid shaft, she licked the head and then took it into her mouth, savouring the hot, saltiness of it on her tongue.