Chapter 135: The Guest Wing Survived [18+]
"Come in," Arthur said, stepping back from the door.
Nessa walked past him into the room. Arthur closed the door, noticing the absolute silence that followed. Her hands were empty. No towels, folded clothes, or anything else that could pretend this was work. Her dark senior-maid uniform was perfectly straight again, her hair neatly pinned, and the faint, clean scent of her soap drifted past him as she stopped near the chair.
She stood there, deliberately looking at his pressed tournament jacket.
I’d always wondered what sleeping with a maid would actually be like, Arthur thought. Unfortunately, poverty had kept that particular fantasy theoretical.
Nessa glanced over her shoulder. "What are you mumbling about?"
Arthur hadn’t realized the last few words had actually escaped. "Nothing."
Nessa gave him a spectacularly flat look.
Arthur let his eyes travel a slow, deliberate path down the pristine uniform. "Just appreciating how much my financial situation has improved."
Nessa stared at him. The silence stretched for three full seconds. "I already regret coming back."
Arthur grinned. "You can still leave."
Nessa walked past him and locked the heavy wooden door.
The lock clicked into place, surprisingly loud in the quiet room.
She turned and caught his shirt, pulling him into another kiss. Her fingers tightened in the fabric as she broke away only long enough to breathe before pulling him close again.
Arthur caught her around the waist and let the kiss linger, his hand sliding slowly down over the curve of her hip.
Her breath hitched against his mouth.
Arthur’s hands smoothed over the dark fabric of her skirt, enjoying the contrast between the stiff uniform and the soft warmth beneath it.
The starched strings of her apron brushed against his knuckles. He pulled her closer, feeling the skirt tighten around her thighs.
He slid his palms over her ass and squeezed firmly through the fabric.
Nessa stiffened. Her sharp intake of breath hissed between them. Arthur felt the muscles under the skirt tense for a second before she slowly, deliberately relaxed into his hands.
Arthur swung his hand and delivered a solid smack to her ass cheek through the skirt.
SMACK.
Her eyes flew open. Color climbed across her cheeks while she stared at him, her breathing suddenly much less even than before.
Arthur kept his hand exactly where it had landed, feeling the heat rising beneath the fabric. "I’ve wanted to do that since you bent over my wardrobe."
Her gaze dropped briefly to his hand resting against her skirt, then returned to his face. She turned her hips slightly, shifting her weight into his hand, teasing him right back.
She reached up to unfasten her collar.
Arthur caught her wrist.
Nessa looked down at his grip. "Seriously?"
"You came back dressed like that," Arthur pointed out. "This is partly your fault."
"This is my work uniform."
"Exactly."
A tiny, reluctant laugh escaped her. The skirt and stockings stayed on while her fingers moved nimbly down the front of her uniform, opening the jacket and loosening the collar, before she unknotted the white apron and let it slide onto the chair. She adjusted the waistband of her skirt, her eyes flicking up to catch Arthur watching the movement.
"You’re doing that on purpose," Arthur noted.
"I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Vance," Nessa replied smoothly.
Arthur slid his hands beneath the opened jacket, letting his palms cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her undergarment. He brushed his thumbs lightly over the fabric. Nessa barely reacted, keeping her chin raised and her eyes locked on his.
Arthur increased the pressure, dragging his thumbs firmly across her nipples.
Her breath caught. He repeated the movement, much slower this time. Nessa unconsciously leaned her weight forward, pressing closer to his hands. Arthur kept his thumbs moving over the same spots, slow and firm, until her breathing lost its steady rhythm.
Her breathing grew uneven. Nessa’s fingers slid from his shoulders and tangled deep into his hair.
Arthur shifted his grip, pinching the tightened peaks firmly through the cotton.
Nessa let out a sharp, breathless sound.
Arthur paused and dropped his hands to her waist.
Nessa lasted barely a second before letting out a frustrated breath, catching both wrists, and pulling his hands right back up to her chest.
Arthur worked the fabric loose, finally exposing her bare skin. He cupped her heavy breasts, kneading the warm flesh while his mouth trailed down the side of her neck. Small, quiet hums vibrated in Nessa’s throat, gradually shifting into sharper gasps as his thumbs rolled her stiff nipples.
"Arthur..."
Her fingers tried once more to straighten his shirt, missed the edge entirely, and finally gave up by gripping the fabric instead.
Nessa lost patience with his slow pacing and shoved him backward. She shoved him backward.
Arthur’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, and he dropped onto the bed.
Nessa stepped between his spread legs. Arthur looked up at her and took his time doing it. Her uniform jacket hung open, her skin was deeply flushed, her hair was already coming undone, and the dark skirt was still perfectly in place.
She caught his jaw, tilted his head up, and kissed him deeply from above.
Arthur felt the change in leverage. Nessa climbed forward, straddling his thighs while he remained seated on the edge of the mattress. The bed compressed under her weight. Her warmth seeped through his trousers, the bunched fabric of her skirt brushing against his stomach.
Arthur’s hands settled naturally on her ass.
Nessa broke the kiss, her eyes warning him. "Don’t."
SMACK.
A ragged moan slipped out of her mouth, completely ruining the threat.
"Very convincing," Arthur said.
She crushed her mouth against his to shut him up.
Arthur kept her on his lap instead of rushing them toward the bed. He squeezed and stroked her thighs beneath the bunched skirt, one hand sliding between them until his fingers pressed against the damp fabric of her panties while he kissed the soft skin beneath her jaw.
Nessa guided his hand lower, shifting her hips against him to chase the friction. She started moving on her own, her thighs tightening around his waist as she ground down against his fingers.
Arthur deliberately slowed his hands, letting his touch turn maddeningly light.
Nessa noticed the shift. "Don’t slow down."
Arthur waited half a second too long.
Her fingernails dug sharply into his shoulders. "Arthur."
He obeyed the command, wrapping his arms around her waist and shifting their weight backward. He pulled her down onto the mattress, following her into the tangled blankets until they were settled face-to-face.
Arthur shoved his trousers down and kicked them clear, while Nessa’s dark skirt simply rode higher around her waist. She shifted slightly, letting Arthur pull her panties down her legs while the dark skirt remained bunched around her waist.
He guided his hard cock to her wet pussy and pressed forward, entering her with a slow, heavy thrust.
The first movement hit Arthur as a dense rush of heat and pressure. Nessa’s eyes squeezed shut, her jaw tightening while her grip on his back slowly grew stronger. Arthur held perfectly still, letting her body adjust to the fullness.
He stayed still until some of the tension left her thighs and her breathing steadied against his neck. Her thighs shifted, wrapping tighter around his waist to pull him fractionally deeper.
Arthur gave her a second, deeper thrust.
Nessa let out a long, trembling breath, her hips jerking upward in an involuntary response. Arthur kept the pace carefully controlled, drawing back slowly before pressing close again and feeling her grip tighten around him.
Arthur kept the rhythm slow until Nessa’s grip on his shoulders tightened hard enough to make her opinion clear.
"Faster," she demanded, her voice breaking into a breathless fragment.
Arthur answered by moving faster. The bedframe began to creak beneath them. Her skirt dragged hotly against his thighs with every movement, the wet slap of skin echoing in the quiet room. Loose strands of dark hair started sticking to the sweat along her cheek, and the clean scent of her soap was gradually being buried beneath warm skin and sweat.
The small hums and caught breaths from earlier gave way to louder moans she was making less effort to hide.
Her body moved instinctively with his rhythm, her legs wrapping his waist to pull him constantly closer.
Arthur slowed again, drawing each movement out until Nessa made an irritated sound against his shoulder.
She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him flat onto his back.
Arthur rolled with the momentum. Nessa followed him smoothly, settling her weight over his hips. She tossed her messy hair back, planted her hands firmly on his chest, and settled into a slow, deliberate pace of her own. The bunched fabric of her skirt rode high on her thighs, framing the steady rise and fall of her hips.
Arthur watched her ride him, feeling the tight, wet slide of her pussy gripping his shaft, entirely distracted by the contrast between her ruined hair and the deliberately controlled movement.
Worth the poverty, Arthur thought.
Arthur left the rhythm entirely to her for a while, his hands moving over her hips before one palm settled heavily against her ass.
SMACK.
Nessa’s entire rhythm stuttered. She glared down at him, caught her breath, and recovered the pace, her hips snapping down with renewed force over his cock.
Arthur waited, letting the friction build, before his hand cracked against her skin a second time.
She anticipated it this time. Her back arched, a loud, helpless moan tearing from her throat as the sting spiked her arousal. She recovered her rhythm, but it came back rougher now, her fingernails scraping down his chest as she drove herself harder against him.
"Again," she demanded breathlessly.
Arthur gladly obliged. The third smack broke her rhythm again, and this time she needed several uneven breaths before she could move properly.
Nessa’s rhythm began losing its precision. Her thighs trembled violently against his sides, her grip on his shoulders turning painfully tight. Her words disappeared completely, leaving only short, uneven moans between each breath.
She couldn’t maintain the smooth movement anymore, her hips jerking unevenly against him.
Arthur sat up underneath her and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Arthur’s mouth closed around her nipple again, and Nessa’s fingers tightened sharply in his hair.
Her breathing became impossible to steady. Realizing exactly how loud she was getting, Nessa pressed her face hard into the crook of his neck, trying desperately to muffle her cries against his skin.
Arthur held the same pace, keeping her tight against him while her increasingly uneven movements did the rest.
Her pussy clamped down agonizingly tight around his cock. Her whole body suddenly locked, her thighs crushing tighter against his sides, her fingers digging hard into his shoulders, and the steady movement of her hips disappeared completely. A loud, broken cry tore from her throat, heavily muffled against his neck, as she shook violently through the climax.
He hit his own limit a second later. He drove his hips up hard, shooting a heavy load of cum deep inside her pussy as a rough groan tore from his throat.
They collapsed backward onto the pillows together.
For several breaths, the only sound in the room was the ragged pull of their breathing. Nessa was sprawled half across his chest, the ruined white collar of her uniform pressed against his chin, her dark skirt hopelessly twisted around her waist.
Arthur looked at the ceiling, looked down at Nessa, and then looked at the thoroughly abused maid uniform.
"So..."
Nessa groaned softly against his chest. "Don’t."
"I was only going to say the fantasy lived up to expectations."
Nessa reached blindly behind her, grabbed a heavy pillow, and forcefully shoved it directly over his face.
Arthur laughed loudly under the feathers, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her close.
Nessa finally lifted the pillow, resting her chin on his chest. Her dark hair was an absolute disaster, and she was still fighting to catch her breath.
"You have a final tomorrow," she reminded him.
Arthur pulled the pillow down and tossed it aside. "You came back."
"Which means I’ll need someone to blame if you lose."
Arthur thought about it for half a second. "Kael."
Nessa laughed, dropping her head back onto the pillow beside him.