Page 99 of A Gentleman's Wager
“—that’s the word for it.”
“Except that you ain’t one. What sort of gentleman asks a lady to suck on his prick?”
Lucerne tugged her closer again and stole a kiss from her cheeks. “An incredibly horny one. Do we have a deal, wench? Or do we not?”
“Hm. Will you spend in my mouth?”
“I’d prefer to anoint your bosom, but we wouldn’t want to risk soiling your costume before we’re presented to Mrs Castleton. She might form entirely the wrong impression.”
“You mean the correct one. That you’re every bit the rakehell you’re rumoured to be.”
He clasped her hands between his and kissed her fingertips. “Only with you, Bella. Only with you.”
She was not naïve enough to believe him. She was, however, eager enough not to care. Bella shimmed off his knee, and about turned to land her hands upon his thighs. She pushed them apart, making a space for herself between them. Expectation prickled through her body as Lucerne slipped the buttons of his falls and freed his shirttails. Dammit, her mouth was already watering at the prospect. She wasn’t sure what it was about the prospect of sucking him that excited her so much, only that it made her blood sing. She was already wet between her thighs, and she hadn’t a single taste of him yet.
Lucerne’s cock was already half-risen. It lay almost flat against his abs, the collar drawn back so the plum was exposed. He formed his fist around the base, and drew his hand upwards, repeating the stroke in a steady rhythm that quickly caused him to lengthen and thicken. He noticed her attentiveness. “Would you like to watch me toss myself off some time?”
Would she ever. It was on the tip of her tongue to say, “Absolutely. Right now.” But she wanted the pleasure of him in her mouth too much to surrender to such a distraction.
“I could sit here. You could sit there.” He indicated the opposite bench. “And we could both frig ourselves into insensibility.”
“It is tempting,” she replied, with her nail wedged against the gap in her front teeth. “But then St George wouldn’t get his bath, and I feel he ought to be nice and clean before he does battle with the dragon.”
“Should I tell Mrs Castleton you refer to her in that way?”
“Ooh!” She smacked his thigh. “I did no such thing. I like Virginia, even if she did make me balance books on my head. ‘Deportment, Bella!’ As if any gentleman ever gave a fig about how straight I was standing.”
“It’s true. I much prefer you on your back or your knees.”
“You’re a devil. I think you like me astride too.”
“Then, you’re technically still on your knee—s.” His words dissolved into a pleasurable shudder as Bella enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth. She released him again with a smack. It was a beautiful thing, his rampant cock, the stem flushed a darker shade than the rest of his lily-white skin, with blue splashed veins all along its silken length.
His eyes were lustrous as she hovered over him, his mouth parted in anticipation of making another gasp. Teasingly, Bella planted a kiss upon his inner thigh instead. Then a second on his other leg. Before exploring the juncture between his legs and his torso. She licked and kissed both globes of his ballocks, and then traced the strangely smooth stretch of skin between them and his bumhole.
“Bella,” he warned when she strayed too far in that direction.
Very well, she would give his cock the loving it craved, but she’d come back to that stretch of skin later.
He was weeping pearlescent tears as she swirled her tongue around his crown. “Suck,” he encouraged, settling his hands upon the back of her neck to guide her movement. “Use your tongue on the underside.”
She tutted. “Impatient.”
“I don’t want to end up sitting outside her door for ten minutes before we leave the carriage.”
That was worth bearing in mind. She didn’t have endless time to tease him.
The rhythm of sucking and lapping at him came surprisingly easily. The only difficulty was not gagging when, in his eagerness, he pressed too far down her throat. There was power in it too though, even when he was holding her in place and bucking upwards with his hips. She was the one in charge of his pleasure, the one responsible for the increasingly urgent rasp to his breath. It made her wildly excited. Unable to resist, Bella rucked up her skirts and started to frig herself in time with her motion. She was wet… so, so wet. Lucerne craned to watch her.
The thought popped into her head fully formed. Could she be that wicked?
Yes, she acknowledged, the thrill of it racing through her body’s chords. She lifted her wetted fingers and applied them to that smooth stretch of skin behind his ballocks.
“Bella,” Lucerne groaned in warning, as his prick kicked.
“Yes,” she drawled sweetly.
“Don’t.”
