Gilded Lily(29)

Frustration raced through her thoughts as confusion made her pause. She shifted her feet. The pulse between her thighs intensified. Adam had studied the paintings. He’d studied her.

Excitement. Yes, Lily thought, this was excitement. And it was blissfully overwhelming.

“Adam?” Tony asked as he leaned down to admire the oil painting of the porch swing. “Do you have any plans this evening?”

Lily almost bit through her bottom lip when Adam crossed his arms over his powerful chest.

“No, just finishing up this stuff,” Adam said as he nodded toward the boxes by the stairs.

Lily tried to look away from the two men standing side by side. The gesture was futile. The two of them were stunningly handsome. Tony was just a bit shy of Adam’s height and had a stockier build. Both men seemed to be carved in the image of Adonis. Lily waited impatiently for Tony to continue.

“Why?” Adam asked.

“Would you like to have a drink with Lily and myself this evening? I have some new Montecristos that came in a couple of days ago. Do you want to come up to the house later?”

“Montecristos?”

“Cuban cigars,” Tony said through a grin.

“Oh. I’d love to join you guys. But does Lily want me to come? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Lily would love for you to come.” Tony turned to her. She fidgeted with her hands. “Wouldn’t you, poppet?”

She looked to the floor. “Yes, Adam. I’d enjoy your company.”

“See, it’ll be fun,” Tony said. “Come to the house around nine.”

Adam nodded, and Lily could see he was trying to hide obvious amusement at watching her struggle through her nervousness. Tony had an effect on her way beyond what she was willing to show. He escorted them to the porch, all the while talking to Tony about how much he loved the peace and quiet of being out in the stable house.

Lily only caught bits and pieces of the conversation. A new fantasy rolled through her mind like an old projector sputtering to life. Adam looking up at her from between her thighs. What would his mouth feel like? Would he lick her fast or take his time? Either way, the fantasy made her uneasy. When she closed her eyes before, it was always Tony she envisioned tasting her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the image to change—for Tony to be glancing up at her instead of Adam. No go. She opened her eyes to find Adam and Tony staring at her.

“I think she’s going to faint,” Adam said and started toward her.

Tony wrapped his hand around Adam’s forearm, stopping him. “No, she’s fine.” Lily let Tony slide his arm around her waist as they walked down the steps. “See you tonight.”

“Sounds good,” Adam said as Tony took her by the hand.

Before they disappeared around the bend of the path, Lily peeked back at the stable house. Adam was still standing on the porch. She barely raised her free hand and gave a slight wave. He dipped his head, then looked up and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He tipped his hand to wave.

“Adam,” she turned and whispered as Tony lead her up the path.

* * * *

The late-afternoon sun rolled in and threatened to roll right over Lily as she fussed with her bound wrists. The shade from the tree limb was moving, and she was sweating profusely. She wiggled her toes down into the soil. At least Tony hadn’t blindfolded her today. She liked to watch his face when he was taking his own pleasure with her. Why had he invited Adam to come over? She let her mind drift alongside the afternoon clouds. What is he planning? Tony could obviously tell the man drove her mad.

She tugged hard on the thick branch. No mercy. The shimmering glow from the sunshine moved closer to her legs. If he left her out here in the heat, she’d dry up. A soft, warm breeze ruffled over her naked belly. She prayed Adam didn’t need something from the house and stumble onto the lawn and find her. He’d run off for sure.

“Here, poppet.” Tony slipped a plump piece of strawberry between her lips. She chewed, grateful for the taste on her dry tongue. He’d made a plate of fruit and brought it out for them to share. Each piece looked so succulent. Lily tried to reach for the plate, forgetting her wrists were still tied to the rope dangling from above her head. He slid a piece of honeydew into her mouth. Lily relished the sweet juice as it spurted out with each bite.

“I want a piece,” he said. “You feed me.”

Lily looked at him with a furrowed brow. How was she going to manage that?

Tony knelt and spread her legs. He took a grape from the plate and slid the tiny globe inside her pussy. She winced from the coolness nestled inside her body. The sensation was so erotic she moaned as Tony dipped his tongue into her hole to retrieve the little piece of fruit.