Page 9 of Traveling with Gentlemen
"Greedy puisin," he murmured, a rough edge of growing desire in his throat.
"Where are the others?" I asked, my voice breathy.
"Waking, washing, arranging breakfast," Ezra said, pushing my hair back from my neck and leaning in to press kisses there.
I sighed, and arched offering him more skin to lavish, when a rougher breeze licked along the side of the boat, catching the brim of my hat and carrying it out to the river. I squeaked, twisting and Ezra pulled away, the pair of us watching my straw hat spin and land gently on the back of an undisturbed crocodile.
"Come, it's early still. We have time before breakfast," Ezra said, pulling me from the railing.
* * *
I sighed,running my hands through Ezra's silky hair, as his equally silky tongue traced my sex. The air was warm and my skin was growing even hotter the longer he toyed with me. I was stretched out in reclined chaise, my legs draped over the sides as Ezra flickered in and out of view where he knelt on the polished floor of the sun deck.
"Quit teasing," I pleaded, although in truth I like Ezra's slow and thorough kisses on my cunt, as if my body was his lover, my glossy sex returning his tender treatment.
He hummed and ignored me, nibbling on my skin, nosing at my clit. I shuddered and tucked my grin into my shoulder. My robe was spread out over the wicker beneath me, but all of me was revealed to the sky like this, no sign of the boat's staff intruding on our morning.
I groaned as a thick finger speared inside of me, pumping and drawing my hips up to chase the touch.
"My, youareready, puisin," Ezra growled as my soaked core sucked on his touch.
"Please, Ezra," I panted, fucking myself on the single digit, knowing it wasn't nearly enough. "Make me come!"
Ezra reappeared between my quaking thighs but it wasn't me he was grinning at. "What do you think? Does she deserve to finish?" he asked.
I twisted, moaning as he pulled his touch away. My breath hitched, eyes widening, as I found my lovers watching us from the deck above. Auguste and Dr. Underwood leaned against the railing, wearing amused grins. Booker stood at their side, his shirt partly unbuttoned, revealing the hard planes of his broad chest. Amon was last, eyes narrowed but lips curved.
"Turn her to face us," Amon said.
Ezra laughed, vanishing again. I squawked and grabbed the arms of the chaise and drawing my legs in as the wicker squeaked, dragged and turned to face the upper deck. The end legs thumped down to the floorboards, and then warm, calloused hands, pulled my calves back down and to the sides.
I laughed, relaxing into the seat, grinning up at my audience. On display again, for my gentlemen. It was as lovely a way to start my morning as I could wish for.
Ezra lifted my legs, settling them over his lap, tugging me down the chaise until the head of his cock kissed my opening.
"Slowly," Booker said, as I moaned at the gentle press of him.
"Yes, give us a good show, MacKenna," Auguste called, grinning at me as I giggled.
"Mmm, if you won't play with those pretty tits, I will," Ezra teased me.
I laughed, and the sound turned into a whine as he pressed in deeper. I reached back to the top of the chaise, and sighed as Ezra's beard tickled my breast before he pulled a nipple between his lips.
It was a struggle to keep my eyes open at the onslaught of more gentle pleasure, but also a joy to watch the hunger grow on the faces above me. Amon's long tail whipped along the floor, his fingers clenching around the railing. Auguste's eyes went black, and I decided I would offer him his very own breakfast after I had mine. Jonathon watched me with open curiosity, staring fixedly to my cunt as Ezra spread me open and filled me.
And Booker, my beautiful stone lover, helped himself to his own relief, opening his trousers and offering me a view of his pale hand around his ample cock.
I gasped, watching them, stretching and preening and twisting for their eyes, riding Ezra's cock. He sucked on my nipple until it was swollen and almost sore, immediately trading it for the other. I cried out, the force of his lips shooting a bolt of ecstasy down to my already fluttering cunt.
I came quickly, and a chorus of groans sounded, drawing out new laughter from me.
"Beautiful," Jonathon growled, eyes flashing green.
"Don't stop," I murmured to Ezra, reaching one hand down to toy with my abandoned breast, squeezing it and making Auguste lick his lips and Booker grunt.
"You know me, puisin. Too selfish to stop," Ezra laughed, shifting and rising up on his knees, pulling my hips up and angling them for an even more obscene view for the others as he fucked me roughly.
"And I'm too selfish not to ask you to make me come again," I said, grinning.
