Settle Grey Marks

Seven: Him & I (M)

Mature Content

Y/N's P.O.V.

I tugged on my hair, biting the lower lip and thrusting into my hand. I rode out the last few pleasure waves coming down from my high. Removing my hand from my sex, letting my legs drop to my right side, I felt and even heard just how much I came. Never had any past pleasures ever been that intense with such neediness and craving for release. I never rocked my hips so desperately as I just did. But most importantly, I never heard an imaginary like male moan sound so real or imagined a lived image hand jerking a cock. Could it even be described as imaginary if it all felt and sounded so real? It was entirely a new and amazing experience.

I was just coming up the last flight of stairs to retrieve the last of my things from the shared bedroom Drane and I have, when my legs almost gave out. I was able to catch myself from falling down the steps by holding myself with the last step and railing. The sensation I felt between my legs was unlike any other arousal I've felt. I had to cover my mouth with the arm holding on to the railing to cover a moan when I squeezed my thighs. The pleasure was right on my clit as if something was just placed there. I squeezed my thighs tighter when my nipples hardened, brushing against the material of my bra and feeling the sensation as if they were being sucked on. I had to cover another moan, fight the hand that was moving up my dress towards my underwear.

Not here. Not while being out in the open on the stairs.

With the hand still on the railing, I pulled myself up, but needed to also squeeze my breast to suffice the pleasure. I moaned into the hallway at the action on my breast, definitely feeling my hard nipple through the bra and dress. It was becoming hard to breathe and I needed to touch myself quickly before I did it here on the top of the stairs, out in the open. I sprinted down the hallway towards the bedroom, biting my lip from the tiniest friction between my legs. Reaching the bedroom door, I slammed it shut and locked it. I saw one of Drane's shirts on the bed and grabbed it, twisted it and bit down on it while I moved to the bed. I quickly removed my panties and breathed hard when I had spread my legs, feeling the cold air on my wetness. I bunched up the skirt of the dress to lay on my back and bent my legs, spreading them enough to fit my hand.

To say I scream the moment my finger rubbed my clit would be an entire lie considering I had a shirt between my teeth to cover any sounds. In a house full of family, servants and being broad daylight, it's dangerous to be doing such acts and not getting caught. I insert two fingers without a thought, moaning at the delicious intrusion. I didn't want to waste time on working myself up, not when I'm dripping down my folds, perfectly wet to ease anything in. I wanted to grip my breast, feel my nipples between my fingers but I couldn't risk wrinkling the dress further or changing it which would bring suspicion. I settle on gripping the bed sheet, thrusting my fingers into me at a quick pace. I felt so dirty wanting more, so starved for something else to thrust into me. I needed a cock to fill me up more, to ruin me into pieces, to reach and stretch me more than what my fingers could. I needed the cock in my head. Wait-

Oh stars, what's happening?

I thrust into my hand, seeing the image. A clear image of a cock being jerked by a hand I've never seen before was crystal clear and I couldn't stop my fingers from moving inside me or stopping my free hand from bunching up the dress more and circling my clit. I cried out into the shirt, not caring about the volume of muffled noise I'm releasing. Stars, my pleasure was intensifying the second I watched the hand moving up and down the length, matching my own movements. I tried getting more pleasure rubbing my thighs but I felt much bother when the hand I was seeing stopped at the head and rubbed the slit opening, precum glistening.