Chapter 13 #2
Lestis released her throat and, using his now-free hand, pulled her quivering left leg over his bent one. The move rendered her completely immobile—she was entirely at his mercy.
She moaned, trying to rock her hips.
Lestis added a second finger, stretching her further once he deemed her ready.
With long, steady strokes, he began to pump in and out of her.
His free hand traveled up her belly; his touch seared her skin even as his fingers dipped into her slick, heated core.
She could feel her juices running down her entrance, dripping down her ass and onto the floor.
Lestis cupped her aching, heavy breast, making her moan at the predatory touch.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice deep and hoarse.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re completely fucking drench.
” Just to prove his point, his fingers picked up speed, driving deep into her soaked core and causing obscene noises to echo around the room.
Her head dug back on his shoulder as she gave herself over to the mind-numbing pleasure. Her pussy was making all kinds of squelching, filthy noises, while her heavy breaths and moans filled the air.
“Did you hear that the Seraphim was spotted off the coast of Zephyria?” a man’s voice floated in from the hallway.
Soraya clamped her lips shut to keep another slutty moan from slipping out. She had forgotten that the metal lattice didn’t keep any sound from coming in or out.
Lestis fingers were still moving between her legs, dragging out the sounds of her wet pussy, and she felt completely exposed.
He practically had her on full display. All someone would have to do is look into the room, and they would see her with her legs spread around Lestis’s knees, his hand pumping between her thighs.
“Les—” she panted out half his name, but he didn’t relent.
His heavy breathing filled her ear as he brought his lips closer to it. Her eyes were still shut, but she could feel him examining her. She expected that he didn’t hear the people out in the hall when someone responded a little further away.
“I have. Some of my friends at the Dovecote told me they saw it flying through a thunderstorm right outside their windows,” a woman’s voice replied.
Soraya came to realize that Lestis didn’t give a fuck about the people potentially catching them in the act. Not as his palm finally came down to grind on her neglected clit, making her thoughts scatter.
She could feel his hot breath on her ear before his husky voice whispered, “Are you shy to let others listen as you partake in pleasure, Love? How does that work in your profession?”
He pulled his soaked fingers out and pressed them down her clit, pleasure sparking with each pass of his fingertips, the question he asked never registering with her—not as her legs jerked with every stroke.
Soraya was so close. So close.
He strummed her a couple of more times, dipping his fingers into her heated, gushing core and bringing her slick juices to rub around her clit.
Building her pleasure higher and higher as her body grew taut.
Plunging two fingers back into her with ease, he ground his palm down exactly where she needed him, just as his other hand came up, swiping around her erect nipple before pinching it hard and pulling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as Lestis reached up a hand and clamped it over her mouth, muffling her scream as her orgasm blasted through her trembling body.
“Lestis,” a cool male voice called out.
Soraya’s hips shuddered with the waves of her rolling orgasm, and a surge of her wetness coated Lestis’s fingers as they continued to pump between her shuddering thighs.
“What is it, Elion?” Lestis answered unfazed as she came apart on top of him.
“The meeting has begun, and the others are wondering where you are.” There was a slight pause as Lestis’s palm once again ground down on her oversensitive clit, causing her to cry out behind his hand.
“Unless…do you wish me to inform them that your presence is required elsewhere?” Soraya could hear the amusement in his voice, and she shot a hand down to still Lestis’s hand from further abusing her poor clit.
“No. I will be out in a moment,” Lestis informed him as he finally dragged his fingers out of her quivering pussy. Soraya opened her eyes just as Lestis gently gathered her legs together. He picked her up and maneuvered her against the cushion beside him. The room spun around her.
“I’ll be back, Love. Clean up and be ready for me when I get back. I’ll compensate you for your time,” Lestis said as he fixed himself.
Dazed, she watched him as he opened the door, looking behind him, his eyes sweeping over her limp form.
“Lestis?” the stranger asked as he stood there, looking at her longer than necessary.
She heard Lestis’ throat clear before he dragged his eyes away from her heaving body and shut the door quietly behind him.
Once he disappeared down the hall, the gears in her mind started to churn.
She could hear the wind blowing through the curtains as the air cleared from the jasmine and sage scent. Her mind settled just as her breathing evened out.
“Compensate?” Soraya whispered out loud. The little pieces he said over the past two hours floated back to her. Cheeks turning red, she yelled, “COMPENSATE!”
He thought she was a run-of-the-mill hooker.
Outraged, she found the energy to get up from the floor sofa. Wobbling on her heels, she bent down to swipe her panties off the rug. She quickly pulled them on, her face still beet red. She spotted her half-eaten silkhoney dessert and swiped it off the low table. She earned it after all.
On shaky legs, she made her swift exit with a huff.
Bastard didn’t even pay upfront. What kind of prostitute did he take her for?