Page 90 of A Gentleman's Wager
“You must have me however you deem best,” she said archly.
“Kiss me,” he said, echoing her earlier plea.
“Here?” Bella pressed a finger to his lips, but Lucerne shook his head. “Then perhaps you mean here?” She touched his chin and received another headshake.
Bella pressed her tongue to her lips as she contemplated her next guess. There were so many beautiful parts of him, all of them available to her to explore. She brushed her thumb across one of his flat, penny-brown nipples. “Here?” She followed the touch with her lips. “No, I have it. Here.” Slowly, she kissed her way down his torso, until she reached eye-level with his straining cock. Eagerly, she tongued across the head and was rewarded with a rush of salty pleasure. There was something about this act, about having a man’s cock in her mouth that really set her aflame. If he would let her, she’d gladly suck him to climax and swallow down every drop of his seed, but when she tried to draw him deep, Lucerne gasped and reared away from her.
“I’ll spend too quickly if you do that, and I’ve a mind to make this last, given we’ve the luxury of time. Come, let me taste you instead.”
Bella allowed her thighs to flop apart, but Lucerne chose a more circuitous route to her pleasure. He caressed each peak, every curve. Delved his tongue into every hollow, making her writhe so much she knotted the sheets. By the time his hand moved between her thighs, she was whimpering with need. His fingers speared through her dark curls. His mouth followed. He lifted her thigh, giving himself more room, and then lapped at her cunny with greedy strokes so that her nubbin grew hard as a pearl.
“Please,” she begged shaking and more ready than she’d been for any man in her life. She was a silken mess of longing, all swollen eagerness. “I want you.”
“And I want you.” He rose over her, bracing his forearms either side of her head. He kissed her with the taste of her puss still on his lips. Bella didn’t open her mouth to receive him, instead waiting for him to part them with a seductive foray. When he rolled them over, she followed without protest, rising astride his hips so that his cock brushed against her bottom, anointing the crease between her cheeks with dewy pearls. “I think you had better have me.”
She hardly had to move to find him. He held his prick steady, as she angled herself to receive him. He slid deep with no effort at all, though his breath rushed out from between his teeth in a hiss of pleasure.
“Damn.”
He urged her up and down, keeping the pacing slow. The strain of it quickly made her thighs shake.
“I want it hard, Lucerne. I want to feel your cock as if it’s the only thing that matters. I want you to pull my hair and lick the salt from my skin.”
“You say such wild things, but never let it be said that I denied a lady her pleasure.” He flipped them over again and wrenched her hands above her head. Held them fast there as his hips drove the rhythm, their flesh slapping as his filled her with long, deep strokes. Bella panted as she soared closer and closer to the edge. Each time she felt the flutter threaten to overwhelm her, he would shift the angle a fraction, making her claw and scratch at him, desperate to reach that tipping point again. When he finally allowed her to fall, the rush pounded in her ears drowning out all other sound. Heat flooded her skin, while her cunt grasped at him, pulling him deeper. She was still panting in the aftermath of the first, when he began swishing his thumb over her nubbin, and thus drew a second climax from her hard on the back of the first. Only then, when she was wrung out and limp, did he finally allow himself to spend.
“Bella,” he cried as his cock pulsed within her, and for that moment, at least, she knew he was entirely hers.
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Lucerne
“Vaughan.”
His lover didn’t even turn his head as Lucerne walked the length of the gallery towards him. Three days had passed since he’d taken Bella to his bed. Vaughan was turning holding a grudge into a bloody art form, but Lucerne was done with his sulking. It was time they talked this out. He stopped a yard away and addressed Vaughan’s back since the annoying fool refused to turn about. “You weren’t at dinner.”
“I had no stomach for it, my lord.”
Lucerne swallowed the urge to respond with a pithy remark. He had brought this upon himself. He’d always known that if he gave in to Vaughan’s wants it would cause problems far and above those of merely courting public disgrace. Vaughan was possessive by nature, and unaccustomed to sharing what he considered his.
“Did you want me for something else?”
Lucerne turned to the line of ancestral Marlinscar portraits but found zero wisdom amongst the Elizabethan ruffs and pointed bears, nor the later periwigs and queues. No doubt they were all appalled by his very nature. “I’m sorry things came to blows the other night.”
“Not sorry enough. Not so sorry that you didn’t take her to bed and fuck her all night long.”
“Come to me tonight, and I’ll gladly share that passion with you.”
All that earned him was a grunt.
“Vaughan,” Lucerne coaxed.
“Second in your affections to a whore. I think not.”
“She is not, and that is not how it is at all. Why must you be like this? Come, turn about, talk to me face to face.” He stepped closer, placed a hand on Vaughan’s shoulder, only for the marquis to instantly shrug him off.
“Let me be, Lucerne. I don’t need your pity. Go back to drooling over your tart.”
“Pity!” Lucerne spat. “Pity, is that what you imagine this to be? I don’t pity you. I’m frustrated by you. I thought we had an understanding.”
