Page 23 of Traveling with Gentlemen
His face watched mine as I rubbed myself against him, breasts teased by coarse hair, hands clutching at dense muscle, fingers trailing up to brush against feathers.
"Youarepleased," he murmured, brows rising.
"Yes, yes, very pleased, more than—Oh!" Amon's weight settled a little more and the friction was beautiful. My own eyes widened as he grinned, my body bucking against his. "Let me…let me…like this?"
Amon purred, and the vibration was shocking. I groaned, my arms and legs latching around his body, my hips bucking and rocking into his belly. The chatter was rising around us, but this time I caught enough to know we were the subject of the conversation.
"They're surprised, you know," Amon whispered, head ducking and mouth kissing over my shoulders.
"Then they're idiots," I gasped out, a moan quickly following as Amon nestled heavier against me, a hot wet kiss against my ass where his cock just touched.
Amon laughed. "I've never been more flattered to be an idiot."
He was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself too? Silly man.
Amon purred for me and I cried out before I could correct him, the sound shuddering down into my core and drawing out the flickering orgasm that'd been so impatiently waiting. I rubbed my release into Amon's fur, slid my hands over his flesh, not caring if I was being too rough, too greedy with my grip.
"I love to watch you," Amon whispered as I trembled through the sliding, falling edge of my release. "If this night were entirely up to me, I would make you rub your pleasure into every inch of me, use all of me, over and over until I was coated in you."
I smiled at that thought, sagging on the platform and immediately missing the brush and bite and stroke of his fur against me. "Later," I suggested. I wanted to climb onto Amon's back, grab onto those sensitive roots of his wings, and ride his skin to my release, like the girl on the minotaur had. Racing.
Amon bent and I stretched up to meet his kiss, gripping those wings and swallowing his groan. That secret was for me only. Our tongues stroked one another and his tail trailed the tufted tip up and down one of my legs until I fell back to the cool surface of the platform and the remnants of my ruined dress.
Amon rose up above me, my hands and feet sliding down his legs to rest, and this time it was both of us who were exposed. His cock was rigid and dripping, and certainly intimidating if you weren't a young woman who enjoyed the company of a certain Mr. Tanner. But thankfully I was such a woman, and the sight of the beastly and beautiful length bobbing between Amon's back legs left my mouth watering.
"Stretch for my eyes, little star," Amon said.
I extended my arms back to the edge of the platform, my toes down to the far edge, my body taut. Amon purred and licked his lips, nodding. "Later," he whispered, just for me, and then louder for the courtyard, "Onto your belly."
I grinned and slid my arms free of the brief sleeves of my gown, turning on the platform and stretching out on my belly. I rested my chin on my folded arms and found my lovers gathered together in front of me. Ezra flickered into view and I winked at the group of them before sparing a glance at the countess. She was smiling, although there was a glare in her gaze. Jealousy. But she was there, meters away, and she'd gained the company of the young man she'd fed on and her twin door guards, all petting her and watching us.
Amon shifted above me, wings rustling, tail swatting back and forth over my ankles.
"Ass up."
I released a soft laugh and shifted, drawing my knees under me and lifting my hips.
Amon purred and then his front paws framed my shoulders. "Guide me in."
I sighed at the order, pushing up on one hand and searching eagerly for him. He and I both moaned as I found the hot, sticky, stiff length of him.
"Is it different?" I whispered, studying him briefly with my fingers. There was something more vulnerable about his cock, I thought, more direct. And of course, notably larger, although I wasn't sure how he'd feel if I said so.
"A bit," Amon hissed through clenched teeth. "But it’s always good when it is your hand."
I turned my head and kissed his skin, still closer to human there at his shoulder than the shaggy texture at his paw. Then I stroked him, once, twice, thrice, and pulled him to my greedy core. The kiss of him against my opening was shockingly hot, the both of us damp, and we groaned together. I leaned into his leg, breathing heavily, and then scooted back, just enough to stuff the head of him into me.
"Yes, my star," Amon breathed.
His hips flexed forward, and the motion was new and foreign, his body creating a deeper arch, stroking in farther. I let out a soft shout as he rocked.
"Yes, join me. Fuck yourself onto me, darling girl," Amon rasped, and I was already doing so, rocking back, knees scuffing and dragging the skirt of the dress with me, offering faint padding.
Amon surged forward and filled me in one thrust. My hands flew up, grasping onto his legs, and his warm belly pressed to my back.
"Oh god," I breathed, surrounded, framed by his body. His growl rocked down from his chest and into mine and for a moment we were still. He was thick and hot inside of me, much deeper, and I was dizzy with the stretch. His tail swatted forward onto my lap, a friendly and gentle touch to contrast the pounding pressure of his cock inside of me.
"Incredible," Amon whispered above me.
