Lily's Last Stand (3 page)

Lily tried to slide sideways from his lap, but he stiffened his knees and grabbed for her waist.

“Do you trust me, Lily?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Then why are you fighting me?”

“Because… Lou… Oh, fuck.” She stopped her struggles and went lax, her head drooping. “The last time he saw me in my birthday suit—”

“Was something I’ll never forget, Lily,” Lou said softly. “I tell Brent every day how lucky he is to have you.”

Brent cleared his throat. “The thing is, Lily, I already know you harbor a deep streak of exhibitionism inside you. You never miss a chance to flash the concierge or the bellhop. You waltzed naked to the door to let him in the last time we were at the Hampton.”

Her breaths were beginning to shiver, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because she was upset or excited. He lifted her and forced her to sit on his knee. He turned her face to his with a finger under her chin. “Baby, I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, and I know you would never step outside our marriage.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe I should have asked you first, but I figured if I did, you’d refuse because you’d be embarrassed.”

Her gaze slid away for a moment, darting toward Lou who was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Brent had warned him there was a fifty-fifty chance she’d refuse.

Her gaze flickered over Lou’s frame as though assessing him as a sexual partner for the very first time. “What exactly do you want to have happen, Brent?”

He cupped a breast and thumbed her nipple. “I want to share you with him. He’s single. He genuinely likes and respects you. And I know you think he’s good-looking.”

Her eyes widened. “You want to share me? How can you want that?”

He arched a brow. “Were you thinking he was just here to watch?”

Her lips pouted. “I hate that I’m so predictable.”

“Baby, you surprise me all the time. Weren’t you the one who sent me a picture of your cunt right before I went into court yesterday?”

She grimaced. “Did you delete it?”

He arched a brow. “And have one of the kids find it when they borrow my phone?”

She blew out a relieved breath. “I had nightmares that my pussy would be all over the internet.”

“Don’t I always take care of you, baby?” he said, lowering his voice.

She nodded and dropped her head. “I guess I’m just a little scared.”

“Of being with another man?”

“I’m worried you’ll think less of me if I like this too much.”

Feeling smug, because he’d anticipated her concerns perfectly, he tapped her nose. “Lou knows this is a one-time thing. He’ll never mention it again, not to soul. Not to me or you. But it will be our secret—and my gift to you.”

Lily placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a brief, wet kiss. “Does this do anything for you?”

Brent rubbed the tip of nose against hers. “Baby, I’ve always wanted to watch you from a distance. You’re so beautiful, but when I’m next to you or inside you, I can’t take all of you in. Watching Lou with you will be
my
pleasure.
Your
pleasure will come from knowing that this is something I want, and we both promise you, up front, that you’ll get multiple orgasms for your generosity.”

She raised both brows. “My generosity?”

“For allowing me to touch you,” Lou said, coming into the room. “Let’s just say, I’ve always admired you, and I consider this a privilege.”

She shook her head, and Brent’s stomach tensed. If she wasn’t into this, then he’d made a terrible mistake. But then she placed her hand over his, still caressing her breast. “I suppose he heard all about the flogger.”

“Yeah. ’Fraid so,” Lou murmured.

“Well, it’s on the bathroom counter, Lou,” she said, her gaze never leaving Brent’s face. “I misused Brent’s favorite flogger; someone has to punish me.”

Lou chuckled as he headed to the bathroom.

“You may as well get comfortable,” Brent called after him, his gaze roaming her dear face.

“Keep the playing field level,” Lou yelled from inside the bathroom.

Lily leaned close. “He means, if his junk’s going to be out there, so should yours.”

He laughed and scooted her off his lap, and then with her help, he stripped, leaving her to fold his clothing.

When she’d refolded his slacks a second time, he went to her, looping his arms around her middle as he pulled her back against his torso. “I love you. Don’t worry that this will change anything. We’ve been trying new stuff—this is just…punching it up a notch.”

“Next thing I know you’ll be taking me to a sex club.”

He cupped both breasts and gave them a squeeze. “Will you wear a pair of tall leather boots for me?”

Lily angled her head to look back at him. A saucy grin stretched her mouth. “I will, if I don’t have to wear anything else.”

The bathroom door creaked open. Together, they turned to face Lou, who was pursing his lips and blowing out a deep breath. He was nude and his cheeks were flushed. “Am I interrupting, ’cause I can go back inside.”

Brent suppressed a grin and gestured toward the bed. “Go ahead and get rid of everything except the bottom sheet.”

When his friend had stripped the bed, Lou sat on the edge. “Now, this isn’t at all awkward.”

Brent turned Lily fully toward the bed and kissed her cheek. “Lou’s clean, Lily. He showed me the proof.” He pinched her chin and turned her face to meet his gaze. “And since you’re on the pill, we’re going to dispense with condoms. That okay with you?”

She nodded—and gave a little shiver.

Brent dropped his gaze to Lily’s mouth. “Is that Waitress Red?”

She nodded again, gave him an impish smile, and pushed his arms from her waist. Then she walked toward Lou whose gaze remained fixed on her pretty tits.

Since neither of them was paying him any attention now, Brent pulled the armchair beside the bed.

Knowing Brent would
be watching every move added a nice edge to Lily’s arousal. She still couldn’t believe Brent had arranged this. Had she done something to let both men know that after her initial embarrassment over flashing Lou, she enjoyed the memory? Certainly, she’d found plenty of reasons to stop by the office over the past weeks, and every time she glanced Lou’s way, he’d given her a warm smile.

Brent knew her well, and never chastised her when she teased the staff at the hotel they met at for sexy rendezvous. But this was taking her penchant for exhibitionism to the extreme.

Still, she never felt sexier, not the way Lou was eyeing her breasts. His cock was quickly filling, and it was an impressive erection. Thick, with an arrow-shaped cap, a slight upward turn to his shaft. So different from Brent’s broad, straight cock. The thought of what Lou’s would feel like sliding up inside her sent a gush of fluid to wet her pussy.

Silently, she knelt in front of Lou, who took a deep breath that billowed his well-built chest. Her gaze raked his abdomen. He worked out—the result was stunning. Raising her gaze to his, she placed her hands on his knees and gave him gentle nudges, encouraging him to widen the spread of his thighs.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured, and his gaze darted to the side to Brent.

She didn’t dare look at Brent. He’d see how tight her features were and guess just how turned on she was. Not just because he was watching. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth around Lou’s cock.

Reaching out a hand, she cupped his balls and fondled them, rolling them in her palm, then tugging them gently. His cock jerked, his breath hitched. When she leaned forward to lick his velvet sack, he groaned.

Lily opened her mouth and took both balls inside, lavishing them with strokes of her tongue while she sucked. When she released him, she made of show of licking her palms then gripped his shaft and began to pump.

Rising higher on her knees, she angled his cock and brought it to her lips. She kissed the head, leaving a smudge of red, then swirled her tongue over the arrow cap, pausing to tease the narrow slit before paying attention to the lipped edge.

When his hands settled on her head and began to grip her hair, she opened wider and slid her mouth over his cock, sinking on his shaft while she began to twist her hands on his length. Sucking harder and harder, she bobbed forward and back, sinking by inches and leaving paler and paler rings around his cock. When his dick butted the back her throat, she swallowed, liking the way his knees snapped to hug her. When she eased open her throat and went all the way to the root, he gave a muffled cry.

His fist pulled on her hair. “Ease off, Lily.”

She murmured, gave a slight shake of her head, and dove down again.

“Brent!” Lou said, his voice thick and tight.

“She’s worked for it,” Brent murmured. “Give her what she deserves.”

“Ah!”

Lou’s cock tightened and cum spurted down her throat, just once, and she came off him, milking his shaft and letting the thick, burbling cream stripe her chest and face. When she gripped him just below the head, she gave him one last squeeze, milking the last drop, which she used to paint her mouth.

A tsking sounded from her right. She turned her head to Brent, whose expression was hard. So was his cock, which he’d ringed at the base.

“You’ve made a mess, Lily. Come here.”

She crawled to him then knelt between his legs as he produced wipes and began to clean her.

“Lou, she’s been a naughty girl.”

“Uh, guess that’s my cue to get the flogger?”

“Uh huh.” Brent narrowed his gaze at her. “Go bend over the bed, sweetheart.”

When she rose, she was shocked that her legs felt like jelly. But she did as she’d been told and walked to the side of the bed and rested her torso against the soft mattress. Again Brent had a profile view of her body. She turned her face away to watch as Lou sauntered by, swishing the long flanges of the flogger. Her heart stuttered then began to race.

Now, he was out of her view. She bunched the bottom sheet inside her fists and held her breath.

The first lash wouldn’t have made a baby cry.

“Harder, Lou. She’s a woman. She deserves a firm stroke.”

God, Brent was delicious—his voice commanding and edged with a dark, delightful glee. The next strokes were sharper, and she gasped. More fluid leaked down her thigh.

“Hit the backs of her thighs, just beneath her pussy. She’s most tender there, and she loves it.”

Lou’s laugh was more of a bark. “You do know I’ll see her ass, just like this, every time she twitches it in the office.”

“Then be sure to make it red. Leave some stripes to savor the memory.”

“Lily?” Lou said, his voice softening. “That okay with you?”

She liked that he asked. And she liked the hint of hope he betrayed in his soft voice. “Spank my ass, Lou. Snap it at my cunt. I’ve been a bad girl.” And then she snickered, because she knew she sounded like an actress in a very bad porno movie.

“Told you, she’s a nasty girl,” Brent growled.

What followed sent her into nearly orgasmic bliss. The leather licked and stung everywhere it kissed her flesh. When he slapped her lengthwise over her cunt, she nearly came.

“I’m sorry, Brent,” she sobbed, unable to control her ragged breaths or the choked quality of her voice.

The strokes ended. A broad palm smoothed over her hot skin, petting her ass and her pussy.

“She’s plenty hot, Brent.”

“And you’re hard again. That’s good.”

Lily turned her head toward Brent. Her eyelids were lazily dipping downward, her mouth felt bruised from the number of times she’d bitten them to still her pleased cries. Her gaze met and locked with her husband’s.

His cheeks and jaw were hard, the skin stretched tight to reveal the depth of his arousal. “Lou, sit on the edge of the bed and lie back. She’s going to straddle you.”

Her eyes widened. He really did expect her to fuck his best friend. “Are you sure?” she whispered, afraid again. This would change things, forever. More than the blowjob, which hadn’t felt as intimate as she knew this next act would.

The mattress dipped beside her.

Brent gripped the arms of the chair. “This would please me, Lily. Let me watch. Then I’ll join you both.”

She drew a long breath, then nodded and pushed up from the bed. Walking around the end, she glanced down at Lou who was indeed every bit as hard as he’d been when she’d sucked him off. Her pussy tingled.

When he held out his hands, she accepted his help, climbing over him. She made a show of falling against his chest, but only because she wanted to rub her tight nipples against his sandy chest hair. His curls were crisper than Brent’s. She rubbed again.

But his cock was huge and insistent, riding her wet slit. Her gaze went from Lou’s tight face to Brent’s. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs. Ready to watch. She’d give him a show.

She began sliding on the hard ridge jutting against her open sex—forward and back, forward and back. Tossing back her hair, she cupped her own breasts and let her eyelids fall, peeking from under her lashes as she massaged herself. She let them both see the passion rising inside her, making her skin hot and steamy. She trailed one hand downward, over her ribs, past her belly, to the top of her mound, pointing one finger to circle on her distended clit.

“Stop teasing, Lily.”

At first, she thought it was Brent speaking. But Lou had been the one to bite out that warning. Her gaze lowered as he gripped her hips and lifted her.

“Put me inside you.”

She didn’t even consider refusing. The command was too bald and beautiful. It called to the inner submissive inside her, and she quivered as she reached between her legs and pulled his cock up straight.

He was there, poised at her entrance. The only man beside her husband who’d ever touched her there. She whimpered.

Lou pulled her hips toward him, forcing her down his thick curved shaft, and she couldn’t help her loud cry or the way she swayed over him, shocked and grateful—and so fucking hot. But she couldn’t move. Her body wasn’t in her control. Her thighs were shivering too hard, her breaths were jagged and raw.

From beneath her lashes, she watched as Brent rose, his cock high and bobbing against his belly. He walked around the bed.