Ezra stepped forward and licked his lips. Oliver almost wished, in that charged moment, that he would join them. That he’d put his hands on Oliver, too. That both of them would touch him and hold him and they would all move together like one animal seeking pleasure.
But he didn’t. Ezra shook his head like he was waking from some delicious dream and went back to sketching, his pencil moving wildly across the paper.
“Take off the rest,” Anna whispered.
“Of course, Your Grace,” Oliver murmured as he unfastened the buttons on his fall front and pushed the trousers away.
“Oh my God,” Anna breathed, staring down at his extremely hard and very ready cock. She let her hand draw lower and wrapped her fingers around him. With just the perfect pressure, she stroked him base to head, and it took everything in him not to spend right there and then. Anna was touching him. Really touching him.
“Sit down,” she said, her tone suddenly sharp and with a different kind of desperation.
He did as he’d been told, widening his legs a little as he stared up at her, waiting for her. Waiting for everything.
She pressed each hand into the back of the settee on either side of his head and then straddled his lap, sinking down over him slowly. She kissed him as she ground down, letting him feel the wetness of her before she reached between them, positioned him and took him inside of her inch by inch.
* * *
Anna
Oliver stretched Anna’s body and it was delicious. Better than anything she’d ever felt before. She took him fully inside and then hesitated, just feeling him. The width, the length, the heat. She wanted to notice every bit of it, savor it. Because this was a moment she’d never thought she’d be gifted. She wanted to take full advantage now.
He made a low sound in his throat and lifted slightly, grinding against her clitoris, still sensitive from the orgasm from his talented mouth and tongue.
Anna gripped her legs against Oliver’s thighs, feeling the prickle of his leg hair against her skin. Rather like when he had his face between her legs and let his stubbled cheeks rake along her in teasing strokes. She bucked against the pleasure of that thought and ground harder against him. He dug the fingers of one hand into her right hip, cupped and guided her backside with the other. His touch was warm and rough and oh, so very perfect.
Together they rose and fell, building toward the crescendo of this storm. She felt it coming, pleasure pulsing through her body, focusing between her legs at her clitoris, at the inside of her body where she gripped his hard cock almost out of her own control.
He was doing this to her, this man she had fantasized about for years. Even before she’d realized he was her shadowy lover one beautiful time at the Donville Masquerade. He was her dream, her wish, her fantasy.
And now he stared up at her as she rode him, his warm brown eyes locking with hers, holding her steady. She slowed in her strokes, her breath dissipating as he murmured, “Don’t look away from me, Anna. I want to see it all.”
She nodded and kept her eyes locked even as pleasure overflowed through her. Wracking, wild pulses of release made her hips buck and her pussy clench over and over again. He held her tighter, but he never looked away. He stared at her, almost in worship as he took every thrust of her body, as he savored every rock of her hips.
It was magical, it was mystical, it was perfect beyond her dreams. Only when the shuddering strokes had faded did he lift from beneath her, dragging her mouth to his to claim her lips while he fucked her hard and fast from below. She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to find purchase in the face of animal hunger. He drove his tongue in the same beat as his cock and then he grunted, he moaned, he cried out in the quiet of the room and pushed her from his body to come between them.
For a moment, the room was silent. Anna pressed her forehead to Oliver, matching their panting breaths until they slowed. She heard Ezra move from behind her and glanced over her shoulder at him.
He licked his lips, his arousal obvious in the cock outlined against his fawn breeches. And even though she had just experienced such pleasure, she wanted to do the same all over again. It was a strange thing, to feel so much desire, for two different men. To want something she would have been taught was wicked and not give a damn.
At least not now.
“Ezra?” she whispered.
He swallowed hard. “That was magnificent,” he said, voice rough. “And I cannot wait to paint what I sketched. Now, would you two mind if I posed you? Just so I can find the position I liked most.”
Anna found heat flooding her cheeks and she glanced down at Oliver. His face was still relaxed with pleasure, but he lifted his brows. “Only if you want to,” he reassured her gently.
She nodded. He would protect her. Such a strange thing to know like she knew her own face in a mirror. But then, she had always known that. Oliver would doanythingto keep her safe.
“I don’t mind,” she said, and she meant it. She didn’t know what posing entailed, but if it meant Ezra would come closer…
Oliver looked past her to Ezra. “Do what you will.”
Ezra set his sketchbook down and stepped toward them. Both she and Oliver tracked his movements. She heard Oliver’s intake of breath, just like her own when Ezra stopped just next to them on the settee.
“Put your hand here,” Ezra said, setting her fingers on Oliver’s shoulder lightly. “And you…” He lifted Oliver’s hand from his own thigh and placed it where her backside curved.
When he did so, Oliver made an animal, hungry sound deep in his throat. And Anna could take it no more. She flexed around Oliver’s lap, feeling his cock stir against her once more.
