Gilded Lily (21 page)

“You’re like a well-oiled pussy, Tony,” Adam said through labored breaths as he looked down to watch Tony lapping at his cock, sucking the tip, only to descend again.

Adam’s thighs started to shake as he held back his impending orgasm. The guy could suck with just the right pressure. When Tony pumped his fist in time with his hungry mouth, Adam felt his balls tighten against his body.

Adam gripped Tony’s thick biceps and held on as his cock throbbed and sprayed down Tony’s throat. He meant to warn the guy, but couldn’t form the words, much less pull away to jerk himself off. It was an unstoppable train, and he rode the pleasure until the last spasm rocked his body and he went limp against the tree.

Tony stood up, still gently stroking the base of Adam’s semihard erection. Adam cupped his hand against the back of Tony’s head, pulling him in so their foreheads touched. Both breaths were harsh, each playing against the other as Adam stood in awe of what they’d just shared.

Tony was the first to break the silence. “Keep in mind that turnabout’s fair play, my friend. And from where I stand, that mouth of yours needs to be broken in.”

Adam smiled and squeezed the back of Tony’s neck. He wanted to feel the guy’s warmth again. Not only his hot mouth, but the way his presence seemed like a magnet, tugging on every sense.

“But all in good time,” Tony said and picked up the bottles of wine. “Can you come again soon?”

Adam severed his thoughts and fastened his pants. “Of course. I’m just getting started.”

They both laughed and made their way through the dimly lit path leading to the back lawn. When they finally exited the path, they found some of the guests lingering around. Some were standing in small groups talking, laughing—and kissing. Adam scanned the brightly masked faces. If Lily was among the creative costumes, he couldn’t figure out which disguise she was hiding under. His body was already taut again, his cock thickening, and he needed to find some relief. Fast.

LILY KNEW HER rabbit was getting close. Renee locked her thighs around Lily’s hand.

“Oh, Lily, it feels so good,” Renee moaned as Lily massaged her clit, making her hips writhe off the lounger.

Lily trailed tender kisses down Renee’s neck as she worked her body to release. “Touch me, Rabbit.”

“I c-can’t. You can’t come yet.”

Lily suckled the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Why not?” she coaxed. “I’ll make you come.” Lily plunged two fingers deep into Renee’s sheath and rolled the pad of her thumb over the little wet knot.

Renee gasped for air. “B-because Tony said not yet.” Renee lifted her hips and rested one leg over Lily’s spread thigh as she tilted her head back. “Make me come now.” With her rabbit’s command, Lily flicked the two fingers she had buried inside Renee’s smooth channel. She felt the knot inside swell as she worked her fingers, and Renee came in spurts of warm liquid all over her hand. She waited for Renee’s breaths to slow, then withdrew from her panties.

Lily hung her head as if she had been slapped in the face. “Why won’t Tony let me come yet?”

“Oh, Lily, he has special plans for you tonight.” Renee pulled her against her panting chest and kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re going to come until your body aches from head to toe.”

Lily looked up into Renee’s dark eyes but didn’t feel like smiling. Couldn’t Renee disobey Tony this once?

Lily thought about it. Not getting what she most desired tormented her. Tony knew it would. That made her smile. This was the passionate desire—the hunger.

ADAM FOUND AN empty chair nestled beside the tall grass at the edge of the lawn. The Scotch Tony had given him was a nice elixir, easing his nerves and filling him with enough courage to muse over what he’d done to Tony in the woods.

He sipped the smooth drink and patiently watched as people walked by. Everyone had their masks neatly in place to hide their true identities. He scanned each woman, trying to see if his Lily was hiding under the many gowns and cartoon-inspired characters. A pirate woman walked by and slowed as she started to pass Adam. She turned and stared directly at him. He returned the stare, tempting her to come over. When she finally reached him, he looked up at her grinning face. It wasn’t Lily.

“May I please you?” she asked. He simply shook his head and took a long drink from the glass tumbler. She politely excused herself and moved on to the next guest.

Something white flashed in the flickering lights beyond one of the refreshment tables. Adam leaned his elbows on his knees and focused on the couple. A slender brown woman dressed as a rabbit with jacket and vest snugly fitted to her toned body looked in his direction as if she sensed he was watching. She smiled, and he returned a grin of his own. Thank God he had the mask on so she couldn’t see him blushing.

Adam watched. The large African-American man kneeling behind her was fucking her so ferociously she could barely stay on all fours.

The woman kept her gaze focused on Adam as the man, dressed in a top hat and tails, pounded against her ass. The sexy smile melted away as her neck tensed and she moaned. Adam couldn’t take his eyes from her as he watched her body writhe, stretching and releasing. Adam felt his own cock swell at the sight.

Feeling like a voyeuristic third wheel, he got up and decided to fetch one of the fat Cuban cigars he’d spotted sitting on a silver tray inside the house. He continued to closely inspect the guests as they passed by. No Lily, or so he thought. Some women were dressed as men; if not for their size, he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference. He walked around the house to the front, finding guests seated on the large loungers, relaxing and drinking, enjoying one another’s company.

He spotted Tony with the woman he’d kissed when they had entered the party. She was sitting on his lap. Adam looked closer. She wasn’t just sitting. She was pumping his cock into her pussy from under her Queen Anne skirt. Adam smiled, and she smiled back with a grin that looked lopsided from the bright red lipstick that had been smeared halfway across her painted white cheek.

Adam stepped across the threshold into another world. The scene was an erotic carnival of female laughter and deep growls of release permeating the air. He walked into the room where the table with the silver platter was. As he snipped the cigar and rolled the tip in his mouth, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
Lily!
He quickly turned around to find a petite woman staring up at him. She was obviously Little Bo Peep, with her light pink dress all decked out with white-and-yellow lace.

“Yes?” He tried to hide his disappointment.

“Sir, it seems you’re alone here, and I thought you’d enjoy some company.” Her voice was shy as she looked down at the stuffed lamb she was carrying.

Adam softly knocked the white hooked staff in her hand. “You want me to use that?” he asked as he grinned and lit the cigar.

She perked up, her round, blushed cheeks filled with an eager smile. “If you’d like.”

“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.