Chapter Fourteen #3
A few people had stepped out onto the terrace but weren’t close enough to discern that the bottom of my gown was wider than it should have been, thank goodness.
While I was generally annoyed at the width of ladies’ skirts—they tended to knock things over, and once I’d lost a full ounce of expensive tea I was still mad about—but tonight I was grateful that they were so broad.
The other guests nodded at me, and I nodded back, hoping nobody would try to make conversation or anything.
Because I was likely to tell them to go the Hell away, so to speak, and I didn’t think that would be appropriate.
Then he began to lick me rhythmically on that very spot I had spent several pleasurable minutes working on myself during the last week. It felt much better when he was doing it—I had to imagine it was because it was him, not because there was that much of a difference in the impact.
Though now was not the time for analysis, given that I was currently unable to think. What was my name? What was my favorite color? Did I even like tea at all?
I had no idea.
It felt so good, I never wanted him to stop, and yet it was building to something I couldn’t wait to arrive. The dichotomy was startling.
I smothered another moan as he kept up his onslaught, his rhythm growing faster, more intense, as I felt my body start to shake and tremble. If it weren’t for his hands at the backs of my legs and my own hands supporting my body on the wall, I would have fallen.
And then—and then—I flew apart, my whole body suffusing into a spiraling warmth.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t make a sound at all, in fact. That made the sensation even more delicious because it was so dangerous.
My eyes closed, and my chest heaved, and I let my head fall sideways so it rested against the wall. Likely disarranging my hair but, frankly, I didn’t mind. About anything at the moment but, in particular, not about my coiffure.
Then I heard him move, and I glanced around, my eyes wide.
“Wait,” I said in a whisper. “There are people out here.” We didn’t need to be caught now, not when the action was all over.
I heard my skirts rustle, and he slid out sideways, to my left, in the shadows, still crouching beside me but not underneath any longer. He rose elegantly, then mimicked my posture, pressing himself against the wall, likely hidden from view because I was there already.
“How was that?” he asked in a smug tone.
I punched his arm. “You know how it was, you self-satisfied rogue.”
He chuckled.
“But again,” I continued, “what about you?” I cast a look down his body, seeing his very visible erection. “We can’t have you going back into the ballroom like that.”
“What are you going to do about it?” he asked in a challenging voice.
“Challenge accepted,” I said.
His expression was surprised—did he think I was just going to walk away?—as I drew off my gloves and put them in the pocket of his jacket.
I twisted to the side so he was fully obscured. Now the only thing people would see was my back, and I doubted anyone would come inquire after me. I was only a government worker, after all, and there were demons and fairies and dukes and succubi inside, with the Queen expected any moment.
I put my hand to the placket of his trousers and began to unbutton them, then slipped my hand inside, finding his rigid length and wrapping my fingers around it.
It felt warm and hard, and I sensed the rush of power as I squeezed.
He groaned, and I leaned forward and kissed him to smother the sound. “No noise,” I admonished in a whisper. He gazed at me through heavy-lidded eyes, and I bit my lip at how sensual and erotic he looked. Honestly, I felt ready to go again, though that would be entirely selfish. But still.
I began to stroke him as before, and his body tightened, his eyes closing and his face twisting into an expression of deep, controlled concentration. Or pending ecstasy, I wasn’t certain.
I ran my fingers down lower to cup his ballocks, and he jerked in surprise, his eyes snapping open to me. “I know a few things, too, my lord,” I said as I caressed the surprisingly soft skin. Thank goodness for Fred the greengrocer and his instruction as to what made beings with penises feel good.
He hadn’t been so adept with beings with vaginas, but that was fine; Marcellus (and Lilith) were teaching me plenty about that.
I retuned my attention to his shaft, stroking it firmer and harder now, following his reactions to gauge what I should be doing and how much.
He was panting now, and I leaned into his neck, breathing in his warm, spicy, smoky scent, feeling the inherent power in having this man—this demon—so close to orgasm at my hands.
I increased the speed and pressure yet again, and he arched up, the tendons in his neck standing out, his teeth clamped on his lip, his eyes closed tight.
And then he spilled his seed and growled, a noise I caught with my mouth, kissing him with a savagery I didn’t know I had in me.
Eventually, his breathing slowed, and his eyes opened, and he met my gaze, a slack, sated look in his eyes. I did that, I thought. “What are we going to do about the mess?” he asked in a low, husky voice.
I pulled out my gloves and put one of them on, using the other one to wipe carefully, since I knew he’d still be tender there.
Then I tossed both gloves into the hedges and wiped my hands together.
I doubted anybody would notice, this late in the evening, that I wasn’t wearing gloves.
Though if they did, they’d likely chalk it up to my being a commoner. “There,” I said. “But why risk it now?”
“Because,” he replied, speaking in a gruff tone, “I haven’t been able to think of anything else, and I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s been agony, and I knew if I didn’t touch you, I would do something drastic.”
“You mean like take me out on a terrace and ravish me?” I said in a wry voice.
“I mean like shred your clothing in that ballroom and hoist you onto one of those sofas and fuck you until we both see stars, Cora. I’ve saved you, both of us, from a very embarrassing situation.”
“Oh, well, then thank you, my lord,” I replied in a mockingly formal tone.
“And now we can get back to work,” he said.
I adjusted my skirts, patted my now completely disarranged hair, and waited as he tucked his shirt in.
“Ready to go back in?” I asked.
“Mm. But I still want to fuck you until we see stars, Cora.”
With those words ringing in my ears, we reentered the ballroom.