Inescapable

The sound of rock music reached her across the hall when she opened her door, and she smiled. Taking a deep breath, she checked her outfit one last time. She’d chosen to wear the lacey one-piece with the open crotch that she’d teased Seth with in the shop. The matching stockings the assistant had suggested really set it off. The teddy was covered over by her thigh-length coat for now—for the slow reveal. Everything was in place, and she strode across the hall and stepped through the door in to the lounge. Their conversation ceased as she entered the room, and both men turned and stared at her.

“Here she is,” Adrian said. They’d been waiting.

Seth lounged back in his chair expectantly. “You are one lucky man,” he said to Adrian, nodding her way.

Adrian grinned, not taking his eyes off her. “I am, but then so are you.”

Seth lifted one shoulder in a kind of shrug. He still didn’t think she wanted him as much as she wanted Adrian. Lily chuckled, and when she heard the throaty sensuality in her own laughter the heat inside her multiplied.

Adrian was still grinning, but he was also shaking his head as he took in her ensemble. It was the same coat and high heels that she had worn to his office that first night. She didn’t have a lot of choice on that score. The difference was that the thigh-length trench coat was belted, making it ride up, and the tops of her stockings were showing. She’d borrowed a black trilby that she’d found on the hall coat stand, to complete her look.

The door clicked shut behind her. She took that as her cue. “You like?”

“Oh yes.” Adrian’s eyes glittered, and they exchanged a glance of raw passion.

Moving her hips to the music, she stepped across the room, toying with the belt on the coat, turning this way and that to give them a good look at the stockings.

“I want to see what you’ve got under the coat,” Seth commented.

“All in good time,” she responded over her shoulder, and then stalked over to a nearby chair and dragged it behind her as she walked back to them. She planted one heel on the chair; hips still moving to the sound of the rock music, and smoothed her stockings up the length of her legs. The way Adrian’s eyes widened indicated he was getting an eyeful of the open crotch. He groaned. She changed feet, smoothing the other stocking.

“Take pity on me, “Adrian begged, hands out in her direction. “I’m a condemned man, please come closer.”

“You’re not the condemned man, and don’t you forget it,” she responded. Eyeballing him expectantly, she faced him and undid the belt, letting the coat almost fall open. “Promise?”

“Okay, I promise.”

She dropped the coat the floor. A moment later she leaned over him, putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing him, just to be sure that he was paying attention.

He held his hands up as she straightened, his gaze covering her from top to bottom, taking in the sheer black lace bodysuit, stockings and heels. She could already see that he was hard inside his jeans. Swaying from side to side she carefully kept her thighs together, keeping the secret of the open crotch a while longer. When she glanced Seth’s way, she knew he hadn’t forgotten. He was practically drooling.

Happier than she’d ever been, she let the music invade her senses—let it lead her hips and arms. Secure in the knowledge that both of them cared for her in different ways, she was in a safe environment to really unleash her secret fantasy. She felt powerfully female, rich to overflowing with it. Dancing until her skin was slick and pumping and grinding was what her body craved next. She straddled the chair she’d set out in between them, and folded her arms across the back support.

Both men reacted. Seth leant forward, eyes blazing at her. Adrian exhaled, loudly, staring pointedly between her thighs. “When you went out for underwear, I didn’t picture this.”

“Lingerie,” Seth explained. “That’s what it’s called.”

Decadent and empowered, Lily blew them both a kiss. Cool air tickled her bare pussy lips, and she rocked her hips back and forth, her body eager for contact and a different kind of dance. Her pussy was slick with need, her body anticipating the hot

action that would follow. When she stood up, Seth followed and stepped behind her.

He ran his hands down her front, teasing her breasts through the thin lacy covering. Then he pulled her into his arms, giving her an idea how hard he was. His cock was upright between her buttocks. “We want you. You’re driving us crazy.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Depends how far you push it. I’ve got a stonking erection and I’d put money on the fact Adrian has as well.”

Breathless, and dizzy with arousal, she tipped her head back, resting back in his embrace. “That’s music to my ears, because I’m all fired up.”

She pulled free, and stepped over to Adrian. Tossing her hair, she turned her back and swung her hips from side to side over his lap. He kept his hands on the arms of the chair for maybe twenty seconds, and then they were on her instead, one on her hip, the other reaching into the open crotch of her outfit to touch her damp slit.

When she looked his way, Seth shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling a handful of condoms and offering them to her. She snatched one from his hand and opened it, turning to face Adrian. She bent and undid his fly, purring her approval when his cock poked out of his jeans, long and hard and ready to be ridden. She was bent over at the waist, and behind her Seth groaned heavily. He had his fingers in the open crotch, roving up and down over her slick folds and the swollen nub of her clit.

She had to bite her lip, and grasp the arms of Adrian’s chair for a moment, steadying herself. Her heels didn’t feel strong enough to support her wobbly legs any more, but she willed herself to carry on, tearing the condom packet open, even while Seth moved one finger inside her. She was so wet that the movement of his finger made a sound. Seth muttered something incoherent and pushed another finger inside, nudging against the tender, sensitive place on the front wall of her sex.

Adrian’s cock jerked against his belly, and his hands moved on her lace-covered breasts. Sensation swamped her. She clamped on Seth’s fingers, and resisted the urge to ride them. “Let me get this bloody condom on, Seth.”

“Yes, let her get the bloody condom on,” Adrian said.