“Adam,” she whispered and rubbed her thighs together.
Adam scooped the bucket into the barrel and rinsed her creamy skin. He helped her step out of the tub and led her back to the shack.
“Adam, please. I have to come,” she murmured as he turned her around and pressed her against the narrow bolster anchoring the left side of the small stoop.
“Stay.” He pointed his finger at her.
LILY WATCHED AS Adam disappeared around the side of the shack and came back with a piece of rope. “Give me your hands.” He grabbed her wrists as she reached behind her back.
The rope scratched at her tender skin. He’d tied it tighter than Tony ever had. As he came around to face her, she tested the tether. She wasn’t going anywhere. The fear in her belly told her to run like hell, to get out of this place and jump into the safety of her bed. But there was another voice deep down. The echoing call whispered to her, told her to close her eyes and test the tether again. To feel the tiny splinters of the frayed rope bite into her wrists. That voice, that soft command, made her close her eyes and scratch the tender inside of her wrists against the rough rope.
“Rest back on the pillar.” Lily’s eyes shot open with Adam’s firm command. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.” The way he was panting made her fear ease. He was suffering as much, if not more, than she was. The comforting feeling made her want to leap at him, to take him into her arms and welcome his cock into her body.
The pillar rested nicely between her shoulder blades. Before she could get her legs steadied on the grass, he knelt down and thrashed her wet labia with his hot tongue. His push was so intense, her left foot leaped from the ground, her thigh landing squarely on his awaiting shoulder. The wet sound of his face covered by the dew of her starving sex brought an erotic rush to all her senses. Her mouth watered at the idea of having him thrusting his thick cock between her lips.
Then the image came. Without warning it came upon her in an avalanche of lust and power. She closed her eyes as Adam skimmed her folds with his rough tongue to penetrate her hole. Deeper and deeper still he went inside her body as if hunting for her sacred treasure.
There were Adam and Tony behind her closed lids. Fucking each other, harder, faster than she’d ever seen two men fuck before. Adam was taking Tony all the way, penetrating him deep with his velvety rod. The fantasy met his tongue thrust for thrust as he was penetrating her now.
She gasped for air as he continued his assault. The rise, the ridge, the edge…there, there. Empty! “No, no, no,” she cried over and over as Adam stood up and backed away.
He wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before unzipping the front of his jeans. In one quick thrust he was exposed. Lily wobbled on her shaking legs as he lifted his T-shift over his head and threw it to the ground. Each labored breath brought him closer to her. His broad chest beaded with sweat, rising and falling, as his biceps curled with his taut wrist, working his hand up and down his rock-hard cock.
Closer still he moved, until he rested his empty hand above her head. Letting the bolster bear the brunt of his upper body weight, he pressed against her with his powerful body. She pulled at the rope, trying to get free. She had to touch him, just once, to feel his hard chest, the silky skin pulled so tight it might burst beneath her hand.
“Fuck, Lily!”
As she looked down at the sight of his strong hand working the long shaft, she knew he was ready to give her what she craved. The flushed head peeked up at her, yearned to fill her. “Fuck!” He came on her belly in slow, long bursts.
Lily moaned and tried to move her hips to make the white cream cascade over her sensitive mound. As the final shudder escaped his body, he heaved himself against her. “Goddamn,” he murmured through a tortured sigh. “Why do you fuck with me like that?”
Lily knitted her brow. She, toying with him? He was the one forbidding her to have an orgasm! Her lust turned to anger when she realized the invitation for satisfaction was going to be one-sided. As he nestled his face in the hollow of her neck, she reared her leg back and kicked him squarely in the left shin.
He laughed as he skidded back. “Ah, testy, are we?”
She kicked her legs in a fury, thrashing as she tried to get one more good strike at him.
“I guess I can’t blame you,” he said as he pulled his jeans up over the still-rigid shaft. “Look at you, little slave, all covered in my sticky cum.”
Lily’s tears had dried. The only thing left was primal need, and he was the target of her disdain. She shot him a look of hate as he continued to laugh and taunt her.
“I think you need cool off.”