Ezra laughed, but the sound was labored and he kept canting his hips closer, as if he was testing to see if there was anywhere deeper to sink. Considering our hips were already pressed roughly together, all he really did was grind against my clit in a way that made my eyes flutter shut again. I whined against his hand, and he pulled it away, twin grips taking my hips and lifting them from the bed until he was kneeling with my ass on his lap and his cock rubbing deliciously inside me.
"Oh, Ezra," I breathed out, peeking again to see myself stretched and poised, the wet lips of my sex shining and stretching absurdly. Was it odd that I wished there was a mirror in front of me?
I yanked at the dress I was wearing, and Ezra grunted as I squirmed, seated and wiggling on his length.
"What are you doing, puisín?"
"If you're not going to play with my breasts, I will," I said, grinning as I threw my dress down over the edge of the bed, riding his lap a little and sighing at the friction and stretch, the slightest burn. He was thick, this invisible cocky new friend of mine. Thicker than Auguste but not quite as long.
Ezra's breath was noisy, his fingers leaving deeper indentations in my flesh as he watched me wrestle the fasteners of my corset open enough for me to reach inside, drawing my nipples to the edge and pinching them between my fingertips to twist and tug gently.
"Well aren't you the prettiest picture?" Ezra hummed, low and nearly a growl, and I held my breath as he drew slowly out of me, already anticipating the—
Slap!
"Oh!"
"Quiet, puisín," Ezra said with a laugh, my cunt throbbing with the sudden slam of him inside of me, suckling at his length as he pulled slowly out again. I was better prepared the next time, as Ezra drove forcefully in, our skin smacking together wetly from my arousal, my body jumping and trembling at the impact. "You'll hurt your sweet little cherry tips if you're not careful.”
I had my breasts in a vise grip, the pinch and burn of my hands on them distracting me from the breathless anticipation of Ezra drawing out again. When he bucked in, I abandoned one breast to muffle my cry of pleasure, biting on my own fingers, the other twisting roughly on my own skin, amplifying the heady ache of his thrusts as if there were a cord from my breast to my cunt and it was being yanked from both ends.
"More, faster," I pleaded from behind my fingers, I tugged another clasp free to my corset, pushing it down so I could take a full breath.
Ezra huffed, but his fingers clenched on my hips, and there was less patience to his retreat this time. He groaned as he slammed in again, one hand reaching up and swatting at an exposed breast. My hands clenched in the sheets as I watched my body jiggle with his thrusts. He picked up his pace, hitching me a little higher on his hips so that the head of his cock dragged beautifully inside of me, stroking over and over again at my front walls.
My legs trembled, even as I tightened them around his hips, giggling at the sight of them curling in the air, the feel of his ass under my heels as I drove him on.
Harder, faster, more. I wasn't sure if I was crying the words out or only thinking them, urging Ezra on with the twist and kick of my own hips.
"What a pretty pussy," Ezra hissed, his fucking almost brutal. But it was what I wanted, and there was an eerie beauty to the sight of myself. If he were silent, I would've been able to pretend I was alone, which I found strangely thrilling.
"I want a mirror next time. I want to see," I gasped out.
Ezra groaned, his hips stuttering, grinding roughly against my clit before finding his rapid rhythm again.
"I want you to sneak up on me and have me without saying a word," I said, my eyes growing wide at my own thoughts.
"Christ!" Ezra landed heavily on top of me, careful to keep my legs high so they weren't crushed. He knocked the breath from me and then stole it again as his tongue swarmed my mouth. I clasped my hands around his broad face and kissed him back with the same urgency, using our closeness to rub myself against him and chase my own pleasure.
"What a naughty little thing you are. Better than I imagined," Ezra gasped out. "I'll wake you from a sleep like this, shall I?"
"Yes!"
"With my mouth on your pretty little pussy and your hands bound to the bed so there's nothing you can do to stop me, mm?"
I moaned at the thought and nodded, my forehead bumping against Ezra's. "Please."
"I'll catch you alone in the bath and finger you beneath all your bubbles," Ezra said, chuckling, but his voice was strained and his fucking was growing frantic.
I couldn't answer, couldn't catch a breath, but my nails scored up his back and I keened as a whirlwind of heat and starlight rushed through my veins.
"Take another walk alone, and I'll bend you over that bench and fuck you with your ass in the air for anyone to see," Ezra gritted out in my ear. I started to shake as the whirlwind grew spiky and oppressive, swallowing me up in the dizzy ache. "Maybe I'll even fuck that ass."
"Esther?"
I squealed, biting down on Ezra's shoulder as I came, the beat of my blood in time with the gentle knocks on my door. I was too far gone to push Ezra away, and apparently, he was too because he thrust deep into me, his body going tense and hard on top of mine, a strangled groan vibrating against my ear.
"I have a surprise for you," Madame Mortimer's voice called from the other side of the door.
Ezra had barely finished inside of me as he yanked himself away, a little slip of his cum streaking across my thigh as he tossed himself off the bed with a thud, his shirt vanishing from the floor.
"Wait!" I sat up, my face flushed and hair tangled, my cunt still trembling with aftershocks, and yanked a sheet up, but the door was already half-open.
"Oh dear," Magdalena said, blinking at me. Over her shoulder stood an impassive Booker and—my stomach dropped.
Amon, eyebrows raised as he took me in, from my dark mussed curls to the wadded bedsheet poorly covering what had obviously occurred.
I was dizzy from the sex with Ezra, aching at his sudden absence, but I was sure my brain had never worked faster in that moment. Ezra was invisible and I was, well…
I'd made no secret of my sexual appetite. Surely I could pretend I'd wreaked havoc upon myself without any assistance. As long as no one looked too closely… I raised the sheet to try and cover the marks Ezra's beard had left on my throat. He could escape after I'd managed to excuse myself long enough to tidy up.
It was a clumsy plan, but it might just work.
"Who is that man?" Amon growled out, pushing forward, moving both himself and Magdalena into the room as his eyes glared past my shoulder, down at the floor where I knew Ezra must've been crouched.