Untaming Lily Wilde (19 page)

“No,” she said, and tried to look like she meant it. “No need to wait.”

“Thank Christ for that,” said Grayson. “You do not wanna miss the masquerade, Lily. It’s gonna be awesome.”

Sure, Lily thought. If I ever get round to organizing it. But she smiled at Grayson all the same; happy, at least, that they all seemed to be getting on, and yes - she admitted to herself - she was kind of excited by the idea of the masquerade.

Seb took her hand. “You want to go?”

“I think so,” she said. “Is that OK?” After all, he was paying.

Seb waived away her question, like money really wasn’t the issue. “Of course. Just don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to.”

“We’ll take good care of her,” Ana assured him.

“Thank you,” he said. It was more than mere politeness. “I mean it,” he said. “I don't like arguing with you. With either of you.” He included Grayson out of courtesy, but his eyes were focused on Ana. “I know we’ve had our differences of opinion, but hopefully we can start to work things out between us.”

“Oh stop, or I'll cry,” Ana said glibly, but Lily thought there was genuine emotion there too.

Grayson, took a final swig from his beer, then put the empty bottle down on the table. “Who wants food?” he said.

Lily had forgotten about dinner. Butterflies were still fluttering about her insides since her little encounter with Ana. All the same, she was happy to drag out the re-bonding.

Once they’d checked the menu, Ana rang a bell, calling a waiter to take their orders. Luckily for Lily, most of the restaurant’s offerings were decorative but minimal. She poked at a Winter Salad, while Ana grilled Seb on his upcoming exhibition; it was as though they’d not spoken properly in months. Hell, maybe they hadn’t.

“You are allowed to eat proper food, you know,” Grayson told Lily. “We won’t make you foot the bill.”

Lily thanked him for his extreme generosity (there may have been the tiniest hint of sarcasm in her voice) but told him she’d pay her way - thank you very much - and that she genuinely wasn’t hungry. As it was, Ana insisted on paying. “My restaurant choice: my bill,” she’d said. And Grayson assured Lily that, should she like to choose a restaurant some time, McDonald’s would do just fine.

“Don’t think I won’t slap you,” she’d joked, to which she’d received a predictable, 'Oh, baby!' from Grayson.

All in all, the evening had been a success. The foursome had parted on good terms having formulated a vague, albeit unusual, action plan for Lily; good food and overpriced booze had been consumed; Lily had managed not to do anything too embarrassing, bar asking Ana to keep undressing her; and she was getting much better at dealing with Grayson's sense of humour. Yes, overall Lily felt it could all have gone a hell of a lot worse.

Best of all, Seb was dead set on accompanying her back home, which meant they'd have a few hours together before he'd be needing to disappear back to Hatherly to finish packing his case. And, quite frankly, after all that sex-talk, a few hours with Seb sounded like sheer unadulterated heaven.

13

As they stepped through the front door, Lily mentally congratulated herself on having tidied. She’d already tucked herself into bed last night when she’d begun to wonder if Seb might come by the next day - so, preempting any more crazy-talk about cleaners, she’d dragged her sorry carcass out from under the covers and given the place a quick once over. Now, here she was, able to relax with her honey, with no need to do the famous knicker-run.

She
did
however desperately want to have a shower before she and Seb started anything physical. Seb offered to join her but, as Lily’s shower was just an over-the-tub attachment, the logistics of both of them showering together didn’t look good. So instead, she ran a bath; there wouldn’t be much room, but it’d be less of a health hazard.

Seb shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the door. Before his fingers had a chance to start unbuttoning his shirt, Lily’s hands were there, doing it for him, craving the firmness and warmth of his chest.

He began unbuttoning her top also, then paused. “This blouse -” he said, “- a favourite of yours?”

“No,” she panted, pulling Seb’s shirt from his muscular shoulders.

“Good. I’ve an account with a tailor in Saville Row. He fits women too. I’ll write down the details.”

Lily drew her hands across the hard ripples of Seb’s stomach. “Why are you telling me this?” She asked, too distracted to care about his tailor.

He grabbed either side of her collar and pulled, ripping the buttons from her top, sending them haphazard about the room, clinking against the enamel tiles. “Because,” he said, “I keep wanting to tear your clothes off.” He bent down to kiss the most sensitive, softest part of her neck, running his lips from just below her jaw line up to her ear. His warm breath set her nerve endings on fire, as he unhooked her bra and slipped it from her shoulders. His hands trailed down to the top button of her pinstriped work trousers. Quick as a flash, Lily’s hands shot down to stop his.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“They’re my only pair.”

He laughed, carefully unbuttoning her fly. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll leave some of your wardrobe in tact.”

As Lily’s clothes fell about her heals, she pulled Seb’s belt free of his trousers. This time,
he
stopped
her
.

“I almost forgot”, he said. “I got you a present.” He retrieved a shiny black carrier bag from his jacket pocket and instructed Lily to turn around - ‘no peeking’ - while he got it ready.

Lily was familiar enough with the packaging at Thrills to know that black bags generally mean sex shop, but though she tried to sneak a look in the over-sink mirror, the glass was too steamed up for her to make sense of the pink blob she was seeing.

“OK, turn round,” he said, placing something in his back pocket. He passed Lily a pink, plastic egg with a small loop of string attached to its base.

“A love egg?” She asked, turning it over, looking for an ‘on’ button. There was none. She shook it. Nothing. “So what do I do with it? You know - besides sticking it
up
there
?”

Seb pulled a small pink remote control from his pocket. “
You
don’t do anything. That’s my job.” He pressed a button and the egg started vibrating in her hand. He pressed another and the vibrations doubled in frequency. “And guess what -” he said.

“What?”

“It just so happens to be waterproof.” He took her hand, with the egg clutched inside, and pushed it down into her knickers. “Take your time. Get yourself wet first.”

Lily didn’t need much build up; the evening had been a roller coaster ride of tantalizing notions, and her juices were well and truly flowing.
He held her face in his hands, stroking back her hair, and kissed her passionately, his tongue caressing her mouth as she pushed the quivering egg up inside her. She nearly collapsed to her knees through the power of it, but Seb held her steady, his hard cock bulging through his trousers, pressing into her belly. He dipped the power to a low buzz.

“Think you can manage to climb in the tub?” he laughed. He shuffled out of his trousers and offered her his hand, steadying her as she climbed into the bath, then climbing in too, sitting behind her and scissoring her body with his legs. He pulled her against him, laying her head on her chest, his hard cock nestled against the small of her back.

Confined within the tub, and restrained by Seb’s enveloping body, she allowed herself to melt against his chest. Her hair floated, semi-submerged around her shoulders, and steam rose about her, as her muscles kissed tension goodbye. And then the real fun began.

Straight away, as Seb amped up the power, Lily’s nipples responded, pricking into little mini-erections, breaking through the surface of the water. Her muscles clenched with a new
kind
of tension, as he slid his free hand around to stroke her breasts, circling his thumb around each tingling nipple in turn. The vibrations were too much. Totally overpowering. A relentless rush of pure sensation. His hand slid down below the surface, stroking against her belly, then trailing down further, toying with the lips to her vulva as she groaned, signaling the closeness of her climax… and the bastard dipped the power.

“More,” she begged him.

“More?” He said. “Like this?” He upped the power to MAX.

Lily stifled a groan, but his fingers felt her thighs tighten, racing towards their finish line, and again he switched the current down to zilch.

“You’re an evil, evil human being,” she panted.

Lily's
own
hands reached instinctively between her legs, searching for her release.

"No you don't." Seb held his arm tight across her body, pinning her arms in place. "All in good time," he said, "First we're going to talk."

"About what?!"
Man
was he enjoying this.

"About what you're going to do for me once we're done."

She fought through the fog of lust clouding her thoughts. "
Urgh
. I'm going to whoop your butt for starters."

"You can try," he said with a smile, clearly finding this hilarious.

"Then I guess - if you apologize for your unbelievable meanness - I might be persuaded to kiss you - someplace...”

"You'll have to do better than that. I want some creativity."

"Your cock. I'll kiss your dick. OK?!" She groaned, "Providing you grovel."

He sighed. "Try again."

"Oh, Christ - fine - no grovelling. Whatever. Just a… mind-melting… jizz-balling… come-fest of a blow job. Lips, tongue, hands... youthful enthusiasm... What else could you possibly ask for?"

She could feel the spasm of an ill-suppressed laugh rippling against her back. He loosened his hold on her arms and, finally, he let the vibrations fly full whack. The effect was immediate. Her toes pressed firm against the bath edge. Her thighs shuddered in anticipation, and BAM! Her vagina was kneading that egg like a stress-ball in a fist; squeezing, dilating, contracting around it in a frenzy of wet heat, which built, built, built, until the final waves thrashed through her in total muscle-spasming glory. Her fingers rubbed at her clit; her butt and thighs clenched around her hand as a smaller, secondary orgasm echoed the first, hammering out it’s pulse across the surface of her sex.

She held her limbs braced, riding out every last thrum of pleasure until a light shiver of completion turned her muscles to blancmange, and she sank back into Seb’s hold.

"Jizz-balling, huh?"

Lily smiled, sighed, then carefully de-egged. "I was thinking under pressure."

As the fog of orgasm cleared, the questions which had been rattling around her head since dinner, began to resurface. There was so much she didn’t know about Seb and Ana. It was hard to know where to start. She lay her head against Seb’s chest and hoped she wasn’t about to irritate him; reminding herself, yet again, that he wasn’t Tom, and wasn’t necessarily going to get pissy every time the conversation got tricky.

“So what will happen to Ana if you go your separate ways?” She asked. The more she warmed to Ana, the more concerned she grew about the marriage predicament.

Seb tilted her head to one side to kiss her ear. “There's no
if
. She doesn't know yet, but I'm filing for divorce. I just hope I can bring her round to the idea before the wheels are properly in motion.”

Lily stiffened.
Bring her round?
That sounded like no mean task. “But what about her money?”

He sighed, stroking his hands across her belly. “She doesn't need her family's money. She’s a big girl now; she makes plenty through the business.” Lily craned her neck to look at him, her concerned expression urging him on. “She just doesn’t want to lose her safety net. But even if the worst happens and the business goes belly-up, I’ll make sure she’s well provided for. I’ll be her safety net. I absolutely mean that. I’m having my lawyer - my
other
lawyer - draft something up to that effect.”

Better
, she thought.
Much better.
Seb could clearly be a sadistic fuck in the sac, but that was just playtime. She’d also felt his warmth, his affection, his sincerity - but these days, post-Tom, she was loathe to trust her feelings, for fear of tumbling back down the same dismal rabbit hole. She’d needed reassurance that he wasn’t just out for himself; though she’d barely been conscious of the need. And, as a tension she’d hardly known was present unwound itself, she found herself breathing more evenly, thinking with more clarity. “So, when are you going to tell her?”

He went back to kissing her, his unsated cock still throbbing against her back, finally pulling back to answer her. “I’ll talk to her once I’m back from New York. It’ll give my lawyer enough time to finalize the details, and sugar-coat my offer. I think she’ll go for it. She wasn't always so single-minded about this lifestyle. Before we got married she used to have girlfriends - you know - monogamously- not ten at a time. Then Ana's brothers came to London for a couple of months just after we graduated. They got suspicious about her and this girl, Elena, she'd been seeing at the time; started relaying rumours to her parents and she needed to prove them wrong, so -”