Untaming Lily Wilde (20 page)

Lily sat up right, finishing his sentence, “-so instead of telling them to go fuck themselves, she dumped her girlfriend, got married, and set up the world's kinkiest B&B?!” Her breathing came sharper and faster now, but it was straight forward disbelief which set the pace.

“You know you've got such a way with words. Ever thought about writing for a living?” he said, “But - yeah - that’s it, in a nutshell.”

He pulled himself upright also and, with prune-wrinkled toes, tugged at the plug. He helped Lily out as the water began its laboured decline. And, wrapped in her favourite fluffy towel, she rejoiced in the vision that was Seb Harper, toned, naked, and dripping wet, climbing out of her bath tub.

“You got a spare towel?” he asked.

Lily bit her bottom lip and frowned, pretending to look around the tiny bathroom. “Let me see - there’s got to be one here somewhere,” she said. “Nope, can’t think where it could be. Ah well. Guess you’d better share this one.” She opened up the towel, inviting in Seb’s full-frontal gorgeousness.

He clutched her waist, sinking his erection into the soft flesh of her belly as she cocooned him in her towel. He bent a little to reach her lips with his and, as his tongue slid against hers, the urge to give him that blowjob swelled unbearably. She pulled back, trailing her kisses down his torso, sliding her hands down over his taut buttocks as she knelt in front of him.

She looked up at him; his lips were still parted, his eyes dilated in anticipation, his fingers threaded into her hair. She began softly; cradling and kissing his balls, breathing in their soft fleshy warmth, then working her lips slowly, slowly to the base of his erection. A slow build up was what she needed; a little time to quell her performance anxiety - she doubted her efforts would match the expectations of Lord Sexpert, but fuck it. She wanted to taste him, wanted the deep salty flow of his come in her throat, and she wanted it here, right now, buck naked in her bathroom. She grasped his cock in her hand and angled it down, arching her back, and rubbing his wetness against her hardening nipples.

His breath came jagged, his fingers gripped a little tighter. “Suck it.”

She smiled up at him, the smile of a woman who knows that
she’s
now in control, and she kissed the taut helmet of his cock; then she circled her tongue around its tip, taking her sweet time, watching him all the while. His eyelids drooped; his head lolled back a touch, as he groaned in frustration. But then, as she drew her tongue in lavish strokes along the entire length of his cock, the corners of his mouth tweaked into a smile, and his groans bore a more gratified over-tone. She finally drew his cock into her mouth, and sucked just lightly at first, then gradually stronger. His fingers forked through her hair, as a raw guttural sound emanated from his throat.

Lily had a few tricks up her sleeve - the advantage of a long term blowjob-obsessed boyfriend being that she’d really honed her skills (at least the skills
he’d
most enjoyed) - but Seb’s cock felt different in her mouth; fuller, more insistent, and she relished this difference, a stark reminder not to just go through the motions as she’d learned to with Tom.

With his fingers massaging her scalp, begging her to up the action, she toyed with him. She built up a rhythm; five slow bobbing sucks followed by one fast. Then building the intensity. Four slow, two fast. Three slow, three fast… Once she reached five fast urgent sucks she started over, upping his anticipation, as he watched open-mouthed. Then breaking the rhythm, following her own raw intuition, she brought her lips back down to the base of his shaft, taking him sideways in her mouth like a corn of cob, and held him lightly between her teeth, nibbling in a gentle tugging motion along his length.

“Christ, Lily -” he groaned.

She pulled back, “Good or bad?”

“Don’t stop.”

Oh
.
Good
then, she decided. She repeated her little love nips back down to the base of his cock. Then swooped her tongue back up to the tip, before taking him back into her mouth. She began working her rhythm again, bobbing her lips around his cock like it were an ice-pop, and staring up at him with wide devilish eyes. This time Seb’s hands, now tangled in her hair, began to echo the pattern, urgently pulling her onto him. Slowing her pace, she raised an eyebrow. He got the message, untangling his fingers and interlocking them behind his head. And, in answer to his obedience, she upped the speed, building the rhythm up to five fast, one slow, then repeating that combination as his breathing juddered, and his groans grew ever more bestial. Then with one last wild groan, his cock pumped, pressing against the soft walls of her mouth, as his come spurted copious and fast down her ready throat. It was too light to cause her to gag, yet strong enough that she swallowed automatically, swaying her tongue against the underside of his cock as the last salty streams flowed.

He fell to his knees then, took her head in his hands once more, and kissed her. His tongue swooped inside her mouth and was eagerly met by hers. He seemed to savour the taste of his own come inside her, kissing for a heavenly eternity, before finally breaking off, leaning his forehead against hers and laughing.

“What’s funny?”

He kissed her lightly again, then wrapped the towel back around her shoulders. “You must be freezing,” he said, “And nothing’s funny - not really - you’re just full of surprises, that’s all.”

“Do I pass, then?” she said.

“Jesus,” he laughed. “This may surprise you, but I wasn’t testing you on your technique. It’s
you
I enjoy fucking - not your repertoire of moves.” Seb found his feet, pulled himself to standing, then helped Lily up too. He began pulling on his clothes while Lily wrapped herself in her dressing gown.

She checked the time on the hall clock, on her way to the kitchen. He’d be wanting to leave in a couple of hours. It was no time at all, and then he’d be gone for four long weeks. She switched on the kettle as Seb nipped out for a smoke; caffeine, tobacco… Lily supposed everyone had their vices. And she was going to miss his. Mad as it seemed, she’d grown strangely addicted to that cinnamon-tobacco smell of Seb’s. She wanted to bathe in it, to have it cloud her thoughts - or, more honestly - her judgment. When Seb talked about her little mission, it seemed almost normal; a little risqué, but perfectly acceptable. Without him, things
could
feel very different indeed.

Friday 11th Feb

Dear Diary,

So that's it, no more Seb til March. How am I supposed to do all this kinky stuff without my love-egg-wielding, sexaholic boyfriend? And yes, you heard me.. BOYFRIEND! He says it so, hell, I may as well say it too - though, in truth, it does feel like the wrong word, given our *ahem* unusual circumstances.

After possibly the steamiest bath of my life, and a reasonably acceptable (my words not his) blowjob, we crawled into bed for hours and talked. Talked about his family, about mine, about how he met Grayson half way up a mountain in Northern California, oh and (not unrelated) about climbing. This guy knows an ungodly amount about climbing and, well this may be the lust talking, but it wasn't even dull - for the most part. At the very least, climbing (and fucking) seem to be doing wonders for his physique. *Sigh*... This is going to be the longest February ever.

Before he left, I got a text from Ana. She sure doesn’t waste any time. ‘Come and play tomorrow, 7/8ish?’ …My first response was blind panic. Panic mixed with guilt. It would feel like a betrayal somehow, doing anything intimate with Ana, knowing that she and Seb have all this divorce stuff to hammer out. I said this to Seb. His response: ‘Lily, do you really think she wants to fuck you just to do you
or
me a favour?! Forget about what’s going on with me and her. She wants to fuck you because you’re hot - so if you want to go, you go.’ He also reiterated that, without understanding the terms, this divorce would seem like a massive deal to her, but that soon as he’s able to iron out the financial details, she’ll no doubt jump at his offer. Let’s hope so. Still, it’s now 12.45, I’m sitting in bed with my phone sitting dutifully beside me, and I still haven’t given Ana my answer. But I’m kidding myself; biding my time before I go ahead and write what I’m bound to write. Hell, I
like
Ana. I’m kind of petrified of her - sure - but I don’t want to turn her down, and if Seb’s right about the divorce thing, then that’s not really even a factor. Is it? Urgh.

Lily x

14

As Lily heaved her bag onto Seb's bed, she strained to recall the tenuous logic which had brought her to this decision. She cursed Seb’s ability to sway her thoughts and, above all else, she cursed his timing. Here she was, in his room, about to get down and dirty
with a woman,
and where was he? T
housands of miles away, across the Atlantic, that’s where. Yep, his timing sucked.
If
he were here, perhaps she’d feel a tad less petrified. She was starting to freak about exactly how far she would be expected to go with Ana, and - to be blunt - the thought of going 'down there' just didn't appeal. She'd broached the issue with Seb. Since his arrival in Manhattan that afternoon, he and Lily had emailed, to and fro, a few times. He’d told her to just go right ahead and let Ana know from the outset what she was and wasn't OK with. "Believe me, she's pretty hard to faze," he'd said. Still, Lily really couldn't see how she could go about saying this stuff without causing offense.

She pulled her hair into a pony tail and grabbed her wash bag. She always seemed to feel better after a shower, and she intended to spend an indulgent hour in Seb's en-suit bathroom, primping and preening Cayley-style, before meeting with Ana. Ana, however, had other ideas. Lily must have been in the room for all of three minutes before hearing a light knock on the door.

"Can I come in?"

Lily took a deep breath in and blew it out, long and slow, before answering.
You can do this
, she told herself. You
wanted
to do this, remember.

"Sure, come in," she said.

Ana's head popped round the door, her hair cascading loosely over one shoulder. "Just wanted to come by and make sure you're not nervous," she began, approaching Lily and assessing her expression. "We can go as slowly as you want. We're just having a good time remember, no end goal." She sat on the edge of Seb's bed and gestured for Lily to join her.

Lily sat, acutely aware of her body language, though - with Ana's reassurance - she was already feeling more relaxed than she had been five minutes ago. Ana's confidence helped dispel Lily's awkwardness. It was like they were just two regular friends sitting down for a chat. The transition from this to anything remotely sexual seemed near impossible, though Lily knew she would inevitably be proved wrong.

"Thanks," Lily said, twisting her hands in her lap. "This all feels a bit alien. I mean - I want to - you know - do something. I'm not sure how
much
I want to do. Does that sound a bit pathetic?"

Ana looked at her a moment before responding. When she spoke, it was in a conspiratorial whisper. "Lily, I'm going to ask you to be honest with me. Are you scared of my pussy?"

Oh – God – kill me now…
Lily's mind turned temporarily to mulch. Had Seb said something to Ana?

"It's OK. Most straight girls don't know what to make of their own, let alone anyone else's. So, do you want to play strictly above the waist for now?"

Seb must have said something. Lily didn't know whether to love him or hate him . But let's face it, she thought, this is just more embarrassing conversation to add to the list. Hell, she figured, let's just get it over with.

"Maybe above the waist... If that's OK?"

Ana smiled and took hold of Lily's hands. "Why, of course," she said, "I can only really have fun if I know you're having fun too, after all." She toyed distractedly with Lily's hands, turning them palms upward and tracing her lifelines, one then the other, like a fortune teller. "And you can always change your mind," she told Lily. "Once I've loosened you up, who knows how far you'll want to go." She turned Lily's chin towards her, forcing eye contact. "As for me, I'm not at all scared of yours - in fact I'm looking forward to getting to know every part of you." She reached a hand up to stroke the soft flush of Lily's cheek, then moved down to the low neck line of her scoop-neck top, sliding her fingers beneath the black lace of Lily's bra.

"Of course," Ana said, "If you'd prefer, I could stay strictly above the waist too?" She brushed her thumb lightly over Lily's hardening nipple. "But I admit I'd be a little disappointed."

“Let’s try something,” she said moving in closer still. "I'm going to kiss you, and I want you to imagine that everything I'm doing to your mouth, I'm also doing down here." She pressed the heel of her palm between Lily's legs as she moved in to kiss her.

Ana parted Lily's lips and traced her tongue along the soft inner flesh of Lily's bottom lip. Just as instructed, she imagined Ana's tongue lightly moving against her sex. Ana pushed her tongue further into Lily's mouth. Immediately, heat swept across Lily's clit. Shock waves of sensation tugged at her composure, and she instinctively ground up against Ana's palm. Lily felt the edges of Ana's mouth tilt up into a smile as she allowed their tongues to meet, merging into a tide of pure exhilaration, which echoed tenfold through her clit, rippling up inside her. Ana increased the pressure of her palm and withdrew her lips to watch Lily, panting, eyes ablaze, slowly losing her inhibitions.