Untaming Lily Wilde (21 page)

“Good. I’ll take that as your answer,” she told Lily. “Now let’s take a shower.” Ana sprang up and pulled Lily to her feet, leading her by the hand, to the bedroom door.

“But -” Lily uttered, glancing back towards Seb’s en suite, “- why don’t we just -”

“Use his? Seb’s bathroom is nothing compared to mine. Men shower to get clean.
I
shower to get wet.” And with that, she led Lily out of Seb’s room, down the vast corridor, to explore wild new territory.

Saturday 12th February

Dear Diary,

I’m home, at last, and am going to write down everything immediately before the details lose their sharpness. So here we go - straight in at the deep end… I’ve had sex with a woman. Or maybe she had sex with me(?)… But that’s not all. Grayson joined us, making last night’s sex my first ever threesome!! Writing this, I feel like I’ve been split in two. Half of me is horrified; the other half - the half which isn’t weighed down with years of good-girl guilt - is positively aglow, and is resisting an urge to spring up this building’s creaky oak stairs, stand arms-spread on the brewery rooftop, and yell ‘COWABUNGA’!

But anyway - back to those details. Ana met me pretty much as soon as I arrived in Seb’s room, and before I knew it we were heading across Hatherly to her suite, pulling each others clothes off as we walked - though she did most of the pulling, if I’m honest - apart from being a little (a lot) nervous of what we were about to do, I was also conscious of Hatherly’s staff, who at any moment might run into our naked selves. And don’t-cha just know it, that’s exactly what happened. We were nearing Ana’s suite when a guy, who I vaguely recognised from the Bacchanal prep, came out of one of the guest rooms under a huge bale of towels. I yanked Ana into the nearest doorway and urged her with my eyes to keep quiet. Yeah right. She laughed at me. Then, pressing me to the wall with her whole body, so I didn’t have a hope of ducking for cover, she called out, “Tyler, come here a moment.” She watched me as she spoke, enjoying my embarrassment as Tyler came over to stand in front of us.

“Tyler, please tell Mr Paige we’ll be waiting for him in my wet-room,” she said. Then just as he was about to go find Grayson, she stopped him again: “Oh, one moment, Tyler. I haven’t checked that my guest actually wants a ménage à trois. Do you, Lily? Do you want a threesome?”

Now, if looks could kill, she’d have been dead in an instant. Believe me. Sadly, they can’t, so I was forced to either respond, or have Tyler stand watching us earnestly, waiting for his next instruction til the end of time. My Nan’s voice rang out in my memory, and I heard myself repeating one of her old adages, “In for a penny, in for a pound,” staring murderously at Ana as I spoke. Ana looked at me curiously - I guess my meaning was lost in translation - but Tyler understood, and there was a definite smile in his voice as he said he’d fetch Mr Paige, at once.

As he descended the staircase, Ana was quick to assure me that Hatherly’s staff are all used to it. Well, ‘used to it’ they may be, but that still doesn’t mean I want audience (except for those times when I do - OK? - Don’t judge me!)…

She knew she’d pushed things too far, and went into distraction over-drive to get me back onside. I’m ashamed to say it totally worked. My top had already been discarded, somewhere down the corridor, as had my shoes and socks. Ana made light work of my jeans fly, and before I knew what had hit me, her fingers were inside my knickers, cupped against me, while she my heart hammered in my chest. She didn’t push inside, but held the pressure firmly, while I fought for breath. I think I managed to pant out ‘your room’, because she grabbed my hand again, and this time we ran, past the two remaining guest bedrooms, until we tumbled into Ana’s ridiculously amazing master-suite.

It
had the opulent finish of her events. Exuberant midnight blue velvet adorned a chaise long, matching the blue satin furnishings of her beyond-king-size bed. The room was entirely different to Seb's, which was luxurious - yes - but predominantly functional. No, Ana's living space was all about excess; the dazzling chandelier, the ornate curves of the Rococo chairs, the shag-pile carpet, even the citrus perfume of the space seemed to sparkle with some kind of essential Ana-ness. My senses were in a spin.

"This way," Ana said, totally relishing my awed expression, I’m sure, and pulling me by the waist, through to a chic marble bathroom. This led, in turn, to a generously sized wet-room, tiled with an exquisite mosaic which climbed the walls in organic curls and spirals. Not one, but four shower-heads protruded from the ceiling, and Ana quickly pressed the requisite buttons on a neat side-panel, sparking the showers to life.

Standing there half-clothed beneath the water, I suddenly wondered if Seb had ever slept with Ana. Why hadn't I ever thought to ask him, after all he did say Ana had experimented with men? Surely her best friend would have been one of those men. Perhaps I'd been putting such questions out of my mind, not wanting to learn the answers. No doubt Seb's past is full of things I'd be better off not thinking about.

"Hello? Are you still with me?" she asked, and I snapped back into the moment. I took my cue from her, and as she unbuttoned her trousers, I unpeeled my wet jeans and kicked them aside.

"I hope you’re not thinking about my husband,” she said. Am I really that easy to read?! “I was hoping to have your undivided attention."

I brushed my fingertips across Ana's collar bone, wondering if I felt as soft to Seb's touch. She pulled my hand lower down, forcing me to feel the fullness of her breasts, just as someone else decided to join us.

"Undivided attention? Seriously, not going to happen."

We both spun round to see Grayson, already half-naked, grinning in the doorway, removing his remaining clothes at speed. He pulled a line of condom wrappers from his pocket, tossed it into the wet-room, then slung his trousers, socks and pants back into the ‘dry’ bathroom (at least one of us would have dry clothes), and strode in to join us, in all his smooth, muscular, naked godliness. And that was the first time I saw his dick. I mean REALLY saw it. Rather than the bulging truncheon I’d seen stuffed beneath his toga. This time there was no missing it. That baby defied gravity, standing to attention like the eagerest thing you ever saw. Thick vein pulsing along the entire thick length, reddened head primed with a shimmer of pre-come. The tip reaching optimistically toward his belly button - like, if he were really starved of an orifice to fuck, he might just be able to do himself. And he was circumcised. I don’t know why that was such a shocker. He’s American, right? I should have known his nethers would be a little manicured. But I guess I’d not really let myself think too hard about actually seeing him naked. And when I did - well - it was like I’d tripped into some bizarre porno version of my life. Seriously, the only circumcised cocks I’ve ever seen have been in porn. And here was my very own, slightly ludicrous, hugely nerve-wracking shower scene.

“You started without me,” he said, sandwiching me between himself and Ana. His cock pressed hard and ready against my back as he leaned over to kiss Ana’s cheek - a polite ‘greeting’ kiss - before bringing his mouth to my ear and whispering with an audible smile, “This time I’m not letting you out of my sight until I’ve fucked you.” His hands looped around my waist to find the front of my knickers, but Ana, teasing him, pulled them back round to my hips.

His groan of frustration spurred me to action. I unhooked Ana’s front-clasp bra, now soaked through, and pulled it from her shoulders, then I let my curiosity take over, running my palms lightly over her hardening nipples, while Grayson ground against me. Ana’s eyes flashed up at him, and laughing, she undid my bra and flung it to the ground. His hands leapt up to my breasts, lightly pinching at my nipples, then letting his fingertips slip longingly between my skin and Ana’s. “OK,” he said, louder this time, for Ana’s ears, “foreplay’s over. You gonna lick her out before I explode?” At this point, my heart beat was hammering away faster than the sprinkling staccato of the showers, and I was thankful to be guided to the floor which - quite frankly - seemed a safer place to have a cardiac arrest.

Grayson knelt behind me, and I lay with my head propped up on his knees, as the water pelted my face. I reminded myself - more than once - that this was OK - that my boyfriend was actively encouraging me to enjoy other men. Grayson’s cock tangled in my hair, my hands reaching back to explore the hard curves of his torso, while Ana straddled my legs. I wanted her. I wanted him. And I was absolutely effing petrified!

She leaned in, cat-like, on all fours, working her way down my body in slow kisses. “The problem with men,” she said, raising her lips from my belly, “is they don’t know how to make a good thing last.” Then she hooked her thumbs inside my knickers, worked them loose of my butt, and slowly pulled them off entirely.

Grayson pulled me higher onto him then, so that I sat almost upright. He pulled my arms up so that my hands found the soft wet waves of his hair, while his fingers trailed down towards my middle.

Ana pushed my knees up and drew my legs apart either side of her, bending down to caress my inner thighs with long protracted kisses, by which point I was having serious palpitations.

Then Grayson reached down further, curving his fingers to reach my clitoris and moving them steadily, tortuously lightly, until my body begged for more pressure. Though instead of pushing his fingers inside me, he spread the lips of my sex apart, opening me up for Ana's tongue.

"I love this part," he said, and I realised that, of course, they'd done this together before, maybe countless times. He knew the choreography well. As his cock writhed hungrily against my back, she dipped her head between my legs and kissed me. This was no Katy Perry moment, we're talking full on K. D . Lang. Her tongue moved skillfully about my clit, writing out some exotic calligraphy of swirling loops and flourishes, and my body responded of its own accord, urgently writhing against her. She gripped my buttocks, holding me in place as she moved her tongue ever deeper inside me, and before I knew it my legs were in the air, my feet gliding against the perfect skin of her back, as she lapped hungrily at my sex.

"Christ, I need to be fucking someone soon," Grayson groaned, and to my surprise, Ana lifted her head, and a quick wry smile told him she'd assented. She caught my confused expression.

"My handy little tool," she explained, as Grayson gently lowered me to the floor and climbed round to kneel behind her.

"Little?" He said, as he ripped open a packet and slipped on one of many scattered condoms. He then seized her hips and eased her backwards onto his cock. Little it was not. She gasped, then writhed and moaned with pleasure, before kissing and licking me again, more forcefully, amping up the pressure with each thrust from Grayson.

His eyes swept over me as he fucked her. Then, lifting my right leg high, he pulled my foot to his mouth and scraped his teeth lightly against my sole. I groaned. It was impossibly sensual. Totally alien. He held my foot steady. Then, watching me all the while, he trailed his tongue against my toes. I nearly passed out.

He took my big toe into his mouth then, and sucked it, as I cried out for mercy. Ana’s tongue, Grayson’s tongue… soft, wet, luscious warmth…

And I came. A hard, pounding orgasm which throbbed relentlessly against Ana's lips until she finally looked up at me, triumphant.

That seemed to push Grayson over the edge. He gripped her hips once more, slamming into her with primal desire, harder, fiercer, as she cried out in elation. Then, as his eyes found mine and clouded with craving, she found her sweet release, groaning deliriously before collapsing on top of me.

Grayson was far from spent. As he withdrew from Ana, groaning in glorious frustration , he tore off the used condom and reached for another. Then grabbing my hand, he wrapped my fingers around the vast girth of his cock while he undid the new wrapper. The message was clear: I was next. As Ana rearranged herself obligingly, I began to freak. No way was that fitting inside of me.

Seb: If for some weird reason you’re reading my diary again, rest assured, your dick is plenty (and I mean PLENTY) big enough - which I guess you already know. I mean - Jesus - Gargantuan ol Ron-Jeremy-style cocks are all well and good once in a while, but seriously, any more than ‘once in a while’ would be a major health hazard. Anyway, I’m going to just assume you’re not reading this in which case I’ll continue with the nitty gritty.

"You're too big," I told him. "I don't think I can do it." It's no wonder this guy's a walking, talking ego.

"Don't sweat it," he panted. "We'll go slow," he said, "at first." And I’m thinking, oh sure - speeds the issue here - not that colossal dick of yours.

Anyhow, he rolled on the johnny and lowered me to the ground, flashing me a devilish grin as he moved in closer. The heady sandalwoods of his aftershave filled my senses. His lips grazed my jaw line as the head of his penis slid against my still-throbbing clit. Supporting himself on one arm, he guided his dick in circles against me with his free hand, easing me open for him, moving gradually further in with infinitesimal pushes, until the first a few centimetres had penetrated. He kissed me then, and - letting his cock move unaided - he brought his hand to my clit, sliding his thumb in a tantalizing figure of eight, echoing the movement with his tongue in my mouth, until my back arched spontaneously, drawing him deeper inside me.

He pulled back to check my reaction, “You don’t have to look so scared,” he said. “I’ll only hurt you if you want me to,” and he moved his lips to my neck, alternating between talking and kissing me. “So here's what we do,” he said, and he told me to slap his butt when I wanted him to push and clench my legs when I wanted him to pull back - see how I liked playing dominatrix. I spanked his butt - trying his idea out for size - and as he pushed in, immediately clenched to control his thrust. "Of course, honey, if you mix your signals I'll just do what the hell I want." I slapped his butt again then, and of course he thrust down deeper, AND of course I clenched automatically.