Page 77 of Would I Lie to the Duke
“Stop.”
Even as he groaned, his hand froze. He truly was hers to command. And he gave her that power over him.
“Good. Very good.”
“Jess.” He bowed his head, then looked up through his lashes. “Please, I ask you to...” He swallowed hard. “Suck my cock.”
Torrential heat poured through her. She hadn’t known that mere words could bring her to the very precipice of her own release, and yet his did.
“Go.” She pointed to a wingback chair beside the fire. Only then did she take in the details of his bedchamber—its dark wooden paneled walls, the heavy but ornately carved escritoire and clothespress, and the massive four-post bed that dominated the room. It suited the lord of the manor. It suited him. “Strip, then sit there, and I will show you what wicked servants get when they make demands of their mistresses.”
Noel pulled off his shirt so quickly he thought he heard it tear. His breeches followed, and then he was nude.
She was still clothed. The difference in their state of dress—him, completely exposed, while she had not revealed any part of herself—whipped his excitement into a fury.
He strode to the chair and lowered himself down. His cock was like a second heartbeat, so hard and aching as it angled upward toward his navel. He’d never delayed his release like this, and the pain and pleasure of it was beyond measure.
She walked to him, her head back, and in her finely woven nightgown, with her hair loose about her shoulders, she looked like an elfin queen ready to command her armies.
“Hold the armrests,” she instructed him.
He obeyed, clutching them so tightly his knuckleswent white. And then he held his breath as she slowly lowered herself to her knees and licked her lips.
Noel was forced to squeeze his eyes shut, because the picture she presented—preparing herself to take his cock in her mouth—brought him close to climax. Then he realized something, and he opened his eyes again.
“A moment.” He pulled a cushion from behind him, and slid it under her knees.
She bestowed him with a grateful smile. “Thoughtful.”
“I live only to serve you.”
She inclined her head in gratitude, then instructed, “Hands back on the armrests.”
He obeyed, panting as if he ran full speed across the rolling fields, and hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
“Mm,” she murmured. “Beautiful.” She lowered her head and licked the crown.
“Fuck.”His voice came from somewhere deep and dark. And then he didn’t know any more words as she took him in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
She lifted her head enough to speak. “Who gave you permission to be silent? Talk to me. Tell me what you feel. If you don’t, I’ll stop sucking you.”
“Pleasedon’t stop.” He loved begging her. “I’ll do anything you wish.”
“Then talk.”
“I love your mouth. I love the look of it. The—fuck yes—feel of it.” As he spoke, his words barely more than growls, she took him back into her mouth. “All that wet heat. The velvet of your tongue on my cock.Sucking me.Good God.” She swirled around the head of his cock, timing the strokes of her hand on his shaft with her licks. “Just want to—Christ.”
“Want to what?” she murmured between strokes.
“I want to hold your head and pump into your mouth.”
Her gaze heavy lidded, she pried one of his hands from the armrest and placed it on the back of her head. His heartbeat raced at the feel of her hair against his palm, and what it meant.
“I give you permission,” she said regally. “Fuck my mouth.”
He swore again, and once more when she positioned the crown of his cock between her lips. Then any attempt at keeping himself in check burned away, and he thrust his hips up, plunging into her mouth. They both held her steady as he did what she commanded. She dug her fingers into his thigh, urging him to use her as he wanted—though they both knew it was she who held all the power.
Pleasure built, gathering low and spreading through him in a web of fire. His release loomed and he tried to pull back, tried to take himself from her mouth.
