Page 69 of MidKnight
“I was thinking about that bet from the other night. And I think I could trounce you—” Willard cut off at the sight in front of him. “Um … umm…”
“Bet you a hundred gold pieces you aren’t brave enough to join in,” Aiden snarled as he thrust roughly into the moaning woman.
“Oh! Um …”
I pulled roughly away from the wall and hurried down the passageway. I had to shove down mixed feelings of horror and humor. Connor followed behind.
I waited until we hit torchlight before speaking, “I’m sorry. I know we think he let the dragon in. I just did not want to permanently have an image of Willard—”
“Shh,” Connor’s hand closed around my wrist. He pushed me up against the wall and slid his thigh between my legs. “Don’t think about that. Think about what happened before that.”
“Did you like it?” I asked him. He’d always had a weakness for watching. When we were teens, he’d dragged me along once or twice through the passageways. I’d blushed and looked away then. Not anymore.
“Sard,” Connor moaned into my neck before his tongue traced a hot path up the side. I took that as a yes.
“Do you watch often?” I kissed his jaw. The thought of Connor groping himself as he stared at the nobles through the spyholes made me wet.
My hand traveled down to his trousers. His length was hard and thick and there was already a wet spot on his pants. Of course, there was. Connor could sip emotions. He could feel how turned on everyone had been. For a moment I was jealous that he might have liked watching that brunette. But all that desire was only to my benefit.
Because now his hands were roaming my body and his lips were on my neck. I asked again, “Do you watch a lot?”
“Sometimes,” he whispered.
I put my lips on Connor’s collarbone and sucked. He moaned, pressing into me and nibbling my earlobe as I dragged my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. I smacked my lips as I released his skin, ensuring that the hickey would mark him as mine.
“Give me details,” I said, as I undid his belt.
“It’s embar—”
“Details, Cee,” I yanked on his belt until his trousers fell to the floor. I stepped back and made a show of licking my entire hand before reaching for Connor’s hard shaft. I pumped it once, then stopped, staring up at him.
“Details,” I repeated, getting breathless. My nipples grew hard where they rubbed against my dress, they hadn’t settled back into the corset after I’d flashed Declan.
“Lady Alred, who lives here in the palace, is courting Lord Marshall,” Declan’s voice was breathy. “He’s a royal guard, one of Ryan’s best. She likes him to come to her after his practices. And she likes to lick every drop of sweat off his body.”
I moaned, spreading my legs further and pressing myself into Connor’s thigh.
“What does she wear while she does it?” I asked, sliding up and down Connor’s thigh, my hand sliding along his dick in time with my body.
“A red corset and white stockings,” Connor murmured as he reached for my breasts. They fell out of my dress with almost no effort and then he was kneading them, twisting them, pinching.
“Does he touch her?”
“Once she’s done. Then he’ll take her stockings off and tie her hands with them. He’ll tease her with his cock, brushing it over and over her cunny,” Connor rubbed against me as he spoke.
The thought of the lady being tied and helpless made my entire body grow flush. Connor’s dick pressing up and down along my thigh made me go breathless. My lady bits pulsed. I raked my teeth gently down Connor’s neck before begging, “More, tell me more. Who else do you watch?”
“There’s a little kitchen maid who lets her two husbands take her at the same time,” Connor rasped.
I knew that sound. He was getting close. I squeezed his shaft at the base. “Don’t you dare come yet. Tell me more.”
“She’s got red hair and the three of them like to sneak into the parlors on the first floor. They like to play royals. The guards let them do it because they like to watch the show. One of them, the one with the skinnier dick, takes her ass and the other plows her pussy. Some nights they move in tandem and I can hear their balls slap against each other as they make her moan.”
I yanked up my skirts, bunching them around my waist. And then I straddled Connor’s thigh once more. I started to rub against him. The wet brush of my womanhood against his thigh and the idea of the naughty things this maid let people watch her do, things I wanted my knights to do to me, made me moan. “Tell me more. I’m gonna come soon, Cee.”
Connor kept one hand on my breast but reached the other under my lifted skirts to stroke the crack of my ass. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants as he breathed in my ear. “Bloss Boss.” His fingers pinched my nipple.
My mind filled with cloudy wonder, that high floating sensation that comes before a huge orgasm.
