Groaning, I lower myself into my favorite seat, but before I can get truly comfortable, Audrey’s voice trickles through the stones from above.
“I’m so sorry, Anita. Mommy needs some alone time, so you’re going to have to close your eyes and take a nice long nap.”
Alone time? What does this—
I hold absolutely still as the sound of rustling comes next, followed by the splashing of water, and then a rhythmic buzzing sound.
When a muffled feminine moan follows, as if Audrey is biting down on a towel to stifle the sound, I’m out of my seat and moving up the stairs as if I’m a puppet and Audrey’s pleasure is pulling my strings.
But I know I shouldn’t do this. I need to go back down, or better yet, leave the castle all together. I need to ignore whatever is happening and lock myself in my own room before I’m lured inside.
When I find myself at the top of the stairs, I hesitate.
If I turn left, I can head straight to my room, lock myself in and pretend not to be hearing any of the tempting noises coming from Audrey’s room.
If I turn right though…
My chest heaves as my cock and brain war with each other, my fingers wrapping around the banister, anchoring me to the spot as another little sigh of pleasure whispers through the stones.
I don’t realize that my feet are moving again until I find myself outside Audrey’s room, the sounds from her bathroom teasing me more and more with every second that passes.
Maybe, just maybe, if I remain behind her door, if Audrey remains out of sight, then it would be okay? She’d never know I was here.
When another soft moan manages to break through my thoughts, I brace one arm against the wall, leaning my headagainst the cold stone while my hand drifts toward my waistband.
Her next murmur of a whimper echoes straight through me, and I finally allow myself to skim a hand over my achingly hard cock, the desire to touch myself too strong to withstand now.
The buzzing from the bathroom intensifies and Audrey’s breaths quicken. Unable to resist a second longer, I reach under my kilt and wrap my fingers around my cock.
The first stroke is blissful agony as my calluses scrape over my sensitive flesh. I try to will my rough hands into Audrey’s delicate fingers, pretending it’s her hand folded around my cock, her touch stoking my pleasure higher and higher.
“That’s it, darling. Show me how you like it,” I whisper into the night.
My rhythm matches Audrey’s as she pushes herself toward that inevitable crest, the muffled sounds of her approaching climax encouraging me to keep up.
Between us, the ancient stones stand as silent sentinels, shielding Audrey from my greedy eyes, my eager hands, and my envious cock.
Only a thin thread of sanity keeps me from bursting inside and replacing Audrey’s buzzing device with any part of my body.
I could teach Audrey about vampire stamina, show her what I could accomplish with simply the use of my thumb, if only given the chance. If she’s being particularly needy, I can slowly add one finger, then two—if she begs for it.
Oh, I bet Audrey could beg so beautifully. And I bet she’s never begged anyone before in her life.
If Audrey could spend one night with me, I could prove to her that no device and no other creature would ever be able to satisfy her again the way I can.
“Come on, darling. You’re so close, aren’t you? Let’s fall together.” Faster and faster my hand moves over my cock, Audrey’s breaths also coming in tiny staccatos now.
Release gathers at the base of my spine, drawing on my balls. I hold off only long enough for Audrey’s climax to arrive in a muffled curse, and then I allow mine to rip through me as I spill into my hand, all while imagining it’s Audrey’s red lips parted underneath me, waiting to catch my spend.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I look down at the evidence of what I’ve just done.
For a few seconds I stare at my glistening hand, frozen in place until my lust-addled brain finally catches up with me, forcing my feet into action and speeding me back to the safety of my wing.
Chest heaving, I throw open the windows of my room and let the cool night air in, hoping it’ll refresh me.
I don’t know how long I stand there, but I have the faint recollection of cleaning myself with a handkerchief, some distant talking as Audrey converses with Anita, before everything settles back into place and I can pretend nothing ever happened.
The night turns silent again. Lonesome. Familiar.
