Amon snarled, and suddenly I was on my back, great dark wings flashing out above him, his body merciless and powerful as he fastened me to the bed beneath him. The legs of the bed stomped against the floor, and I gripped onto the base of Amon's wings with the same ferocity that I squeezed myself around him, demanding both our finishes. He roared in my ear, and the sound echoed in my blood as it rushed in the sudden explosive satisfaction.
Amon continued fucking me through his finish, the roar softening to a purr, his motions slowing, growing shallow. He tucked his knees beneath me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, his nose nuzzling against my jaw.
"That ought to leave you satisfied for a few hours," Amon murmured.
I snorted and turned my head to pull a kiss from his mouth. "At least," I said. I was well spoiled lately.
Amon sighed and rolled us, his wings tucking and then vanishing altogether, hook pulling a little inside of me. He would soften and it would ease out like any other cock, but I liked the way it held us together after the act was finished.
"I'll plan the dinner for the week's end. Give you a few days with the others," Amon said, kissing my brow.
I frowned and wiggled in his hold so I could lean far enough back to meet his eyes. "I wish you all didn't feel like you had to negotiate time with me."
Amon's lips quirked. "If we didn't, it would be a constant competition. You'd never get any rest. Let us be civilized about the matter until it grows easier."
I sighed and set my chin on his shoulder. "I suppose."
"Ah, I am shocked. No protestations of not needing rest? Is my little star growing weary of us already?"
I nipped his skin, and Amon chuckled. "Your little star is growing satisfied and discovering that there is more to your company which she enjoys other than just sex," I said.
Amon's sigh was slow and long, turning us again to our sides. He pressed kisses over my brow, my nose, across my cheeks, and down to my lips. "Then we are very lucky men indeed. All the more reason to be sure to continue our successes."
I hummed and softened, content with the little kisses and caresses. More than content. These emotions I kept discovering were deeper than satisfied and richer than happy. This was being cared for, being cherished. I stroked my hands up and down Amon's back, returning the gestures, determined to make sure he felt the same.
* * *
"I thoughtEsther said she was going to meet us," Cassie said.
The fingers over my mouth tightened, my eyes blinking wide at the partly open door of the study. Inside me, the cock began to move again, and I swallowed my whimper at the obscenely wet sound of the movement, sure that the girls in the hall would hear and discover me.
"Maybe she's downstairs. But she's got her hands full these days," another girl answered, and the group of them giggled, Ezra taking the opportunity to slap his hips into mine under the cover of their voices.
"You want them to walk in, don't you, puisín?"
My eyes squeezed shut at the hissed question. He was right, of course. I was dizzy at the thought of one of the girls walking in, seeing me pressed against the wall, my skirts bunched up around my waist, legs hanging in the air and exposing me for anyone to see.
Ezra had snuck under the breakfast table, teasing me under my skirts with his fingertips while I tried to carry on a conversation with the other ladies of the house. Even as I'd agreed to join them on a walk around the lake, I'd known what would happen. Ezra had caught me on my way back down from my rooms, shawl in hand, boots on, and dragged me into the study alone.
Their voices carried down the hall with their footsteps, and Ezra pulled his hand away just as his hips began to snap faster, harder.
"Look. Look at yourself," he grunted.
My eyes opened, and I let out a groan at my own reflection in the mirror across from me. Ezra was pressed into me, holding me up against the wall with his mass, but there was no sign of him there, just the picture of my flushed, panting face, and pulsing, wet cunt, my inner thighs marked with the imprint of his body. Ezra had one of my hands pinned to the wall, and I was bracing the other against a shelf on my right, my dress scratching and whispering against the wallpaper with every one of his thrusts.
"I'm gonna come, puisín," Ezra panted. "I'm gonna come, and I'm not going to get you off. I'm going to leave you dripping and aching. Don't you fucking touch yourself. You leave your pleasure up to us now, you hear?"
I moaned, brow furrowing, wiggling with irritation at the order. But I loved it too. The demand, the denial, knowing it would always be satisfied by one of them eventually.
"Oh fuck, this sweet little pussy's going to kill me," Ezra said, words tightening to a whine, rhythm going uneven.
And the bastard was right. I felt wonderful, buzzing and thrilled, aching and just a little ways away from coming. But not fucking close enough.
Ezra smothered my mouth with his, forcing me to swallow his groan as he shuddered and flooded me with heat, buried as deeply as he could fit, pushing achingly inside of me.
I glared at the reflection of myself in the mirror, creamy release sliding to my opening as Ezra pulled away panting. He appeared in front of me, eyes a little glassy with pleasure, face flushed, and he glanced over his shoulder with a soft laugh.
"Now, I have a little game in mind," he said, eyes glinting. He hefted me into his arms, carrying me over to a couch and setting me down on the arm of it. "You're going to lay here, just like this," he said, pushing my shoulders down into the cushions, my hips remaining raised and naked. "Mmm…yes, just like this. And you're going to wait and see who finds you first—"
"Ezra!" I squeaked, as he patted at my wet sex.
"—and then you're going to beg them to get you off. And, puisín, I'll be watching. I'll know if you don't do as I ask."
"Ezra, I can't!" I said, laughing and trying to sit up, but he just jumped around, pushing my shoulders back down and vanishing again. "What if—what if it's Magdalena or one of the other butlers or the girls or…or someone else's gentleman!"
"Esther, your mouth is about to be full of my cock if you don't do as I say," Ezra snarled, still pinning my shoulders. "Stay here, like this, and behave."
I gaped at him, or where I thought his no doubt smirking face was, and crossed my arms over my chest. Fine, I would lay here and let Ezra embarrass me a little, but I certainly wasn't about to beg anyone who wasn't one of my gentlemen. I bit my lip as a stray thought snagged in my head.
"What if it's someone…not nice?" I asked.
Ezra hummed and bent, kissing my forehead. "I'm here, aren't I?"