Page 21 of A Wager With A Rake
Before she could even take a full breath, he was on his knees in front of her.And she cursed herself for starting the bloody game of dare to begin with because she had a feeling that what he was about to do to her would never be enough.
“Part your legs and lift your skirts,” he commanded.He grabbed the toy and watched as she did as he instructed, scooting herself to the edge of the chair to give him better access.
“Do you think you are wet enough?”he asked, looking up at her with so much fire in his eyes that she thought she might melt under his stare.
“I… I… think so.”
He held the wooden cock up to her lips.“Suck this to wet it a bit, to be sure.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, and he just gave her a one-shoulder shrug.“Unless you will allow me to inspect for myself with my fingers or tongue.”
As tempting as that was, Theodosia knew she already played with fire and the devil who lived there, and if she gave in, that would be it.Not giving in to him kept the wager alive.
Leaning forward, she wet the smooth wood by sucking it into her mouth, watching him as his eyelids went heavy with desire.She released the phallus and leaned back against the chair.
Court pressed the tip of the shaft against her, running it along her seam before pressing the head inside her opening.He easily and slowly slid the shaft inside of her, watching her intently as he did so.Continuing to push it inside, she felt when it hit a pleasurable spot she hadn’t known existed and cried out.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised.“Relax and enjoy it, beautiful.”
His words had an unexpected effect on her.She had been a raging bitch for so long.There had never been a single member of society who had complimented her or even truly wished to know her.Her parents were cold at best toward her, and her husband saw her as his property.
So even a few moments of being treated like she was special, deserving of the attention of the gorgeous man on his knees in front of her, was almost too much.
He withdrew the cock and pushed it in again at an angle, hitting her in that wicked spot that made her want to fly off the chair.She moaned, gripping the side of the chair to keep from touching Court.Resisting all of her instincts to pull him against her, to kiss him and relive what it felt like to be in his arms.
Court found a rhythm with how he worked the phallus, while something intense was building within her body, pulling her toward something she wasn’t certain she had ever experienced before.
“Come on this cock for me,” he ground out.“You have no idea how much restraint it requires to keep myself from touching you.I beg you to please lose this wager.”
She moved against his hand, feeling the heat of his knuckles when they lightly brushed her thighs and secretly wishing they hadn’t agreed that he wouldn’t touch her.
Theodosia’s breath became ragged, and she raced toward something so intense she thought she might explode.Her fingers hurt from how hard she continued to grip the chair, and when she crested the ecstasy he had built within her, she shook and screamed his name before she could stop herself, undulating on the wooden toy to draw out every second she could.Her orgasm overtook her entire body, even reaching to her fingers and her curled toes.
Court slowed the way he moved the toy until she stilled and sank harder into the chair, then withdrew it from her body.She looked at him through her barely open eyes, heavy from how sated she was.Her eyes immediately went wide as saucers when he ran two fingers along the shaft and then sucked them into his mouth.“God, you taste like the most addictive honey, beautiful.”
“I didn’t know…” Her voice trailed off.
“Didn’t know what?”he asked, reaching for her skirts to help her cover her legs before coming to a stand in front of her.
“What you did.I have never climaxed that way.”
He eyed her curiously, and then his expression shifted to one of understanding.“When you touch yourself, you touch your pearl to achieve your climax.”It wasn’t a question, and he was correct.
She nodded.
“And you never… when you were married, I mean?”
She shook her head, grimacing.
“If your husband weren’t already dead, I might kill him.The least the old bastard could have done was ensure you were well pleasured.”
“I don’t wish to think of Dundas right now.”
Court flashed her a toothy grin.“I sure hope not.My ego certainly couldn’t handle the slight.”
“I believe we have had enough dares for the evening, though.I am for my bed.”
Court pulled her to stand, and to his credit, he stepped back so they maintained a respectful distance, even though she could see that something akin to a tent had formed in his breeches.He wasn’t unaffected by what had just occurred, and as wicked as it was, she loved that.
