Page 77 of The Wolf and the Wildflower
“I want to do that to you,” she said after pulling away from him. “Taste you as you tasted me.”
James swallowed the groan rising in his chest. She danced over to the doors, ensuring each was closed and locked, before coming over to him. Holding his gaze, she reached between them and opened the flap of his trousers. His eyes were bright with mischief and sexual curiosity. His cock sprang forth, thick and hard, her delicate fingers barely able to encircle his girth.
She ran a finger over his length and a harsh breath pushed from his chest.
“This feels good?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” he hissed when she repeated the motion.
His Wildflower gracefully sank onto her knees before him, and without any hesitation sucked the head of his cock into her perfect little mouth. James almost snarled at the exquisite burn of pleasure. He wrapped his own hand at the base, squeezing so he did not release in her mouth like an untried lad. Her tongue curled over the head of his cock and exquisite pleasure bit at his nerve endings. He fisted the short strands of her hair, and she raked her teeth over his length. James hissed, trembling under the lash of pleasure. He could not last like this and he wanted to give her pleasure this night.
He hauled her to her feet and slammed his mouth against hers. She drew on his tongue, moaning that soft, feminine little sound of hunger that he loved. He tore his lips from hers, his teeth nipping at her jaw, her neck. James whirled her to face the wall, and she instinctively braced her hands. Snaking one of his hands around to her belly, he tugged her trousers open and shoved them down to her thighs. He glanced at the slender line of her exposed back, the taut curves of her rear. God, her arse was lush and rounded. The kiss James pressed into the curve of her neck was violent with restrained hunger. Following the instincts clawing through him, he bent and nipped the globes of her buttocks and sucked at the flesh there until there was a dark red mark.
James kicked her legs as wide as the trousers would allow, slid his fingers over her quivering stomach, and he found wet heat. Fuck, she was so damn wet. Soft, wanton sounds came from his lover, heightening his lust. Gripping her hips, he nudged his cock against her opening and pushed. Oh, the pleasure was exquisite.
“James,” she cried softly, dropping her head back against his throat.
Her sex was narrow and tight, but he gripped her hips and with three hard thrusts, buried his length deep inside her wetness. She cried out, arching her back, her cunny squeezing and rippling over him. Hot, desperate pleasure crawled up the base of his spine and hardened his cock until it hurt.
“Hurt?” he managed to barely grunt out, ruthlessly holding back the need to spend like a callow youth.
“Yes…but a good kind of hurt,” she moaned.
Her face was flushed with a delicate, rosy hue, and became a study in carnal pleasure. James kissed her shoulder blade before tenderly nipping the flesh. He felt like a damn starving animal. He wanted to consume everything about her.
He swiped his thumbs over her nipples before capturing the hard pebbles between his thumbs and forefingers, then rode her from behind. His Wildflower sucked him into a world of pure feeling and wonder, and he loved her until she convulsed in his arms, screaming her pleasure.
It took an inordinate amount of willpower to pull from her body without chasing his pleasure. James slowly removed her boots and undressed her until she was naked. He removed his clothes before lifting her into his arms and taking her over to the chaise lounge where he placed her. James blanketed her smaller frame with his, pushing his cock against her wet opening and gently entered her, their sighs echoing with the pleasure of joining.
The need burning through his soul was raw and insatiable, but he needed to be slow…to treasure and worship, to prolong their pleasure until they were wrecked with the need for release. And that was what he did, hooked her legs around his hips, kissed her over and over with deep licks and soft nips as he rode her long and deep.
“James, I need…!”
Jules’s short nails raked his sweat-slicked skin, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder as her pussy rippled over his cock. Her release swept through her, and she convulsed, the clench of her inner muscles pulling his release from him before he was ready. With a harsh groan, he tumbled with her, withdrawing to empty outside of her body.
He turned with her, holding her against his chest. “Are you ready for a full night of wenching and drinking?”
A breathless laugh left her and she bit his chin. “Aye, Your Grace, I do believe I am.”
“Well, I think Lindfield is fully occupied and we can leave him to his pleasures. He’ll not miss us.”
They dressed, kissing and teasing each other as they went about it with lazy ease. They checked their appearance in the mirror, prepared to leave the bordello. James unlocked the door to find the madam and another young lady framed in the doorway. The madam’s discerning eyes missed little.
“I see,” she murmured with a sly smile.
“Do you?” James drawled, understanding the madam assumed he was a molly. But something in her fascinated stare warned him that the madam suspected Jules Southby was of the female persuasion. He had seen the way she had assessed and touched his Wildflower earlier.
Jules choked when he tugged her to him and kissed her hard and brief. He then looked at the madam, letting the promise of ruination show in his gaze.
She dipped her head in a differential bow. “The bedrock of my businessisdiscretion, Your Grace. I would long be out of business and chased from town if I had not practiced it.”
James took Jules’s hand and walked away. Once outside in the streets, Jules chuckled. He hauled her closer and touched the underside of her chin. “How and when did I get enchanted by you?”
A shaky breath left her lips. “Do recall I am here as a gent. Your stare is provocative.”
“Let them see it and speculate. I do not care.”
She smiled. “You are outrageous.”
