Cecilia's Claim (9 page)

Damn I wish it were my
fingers on her, or my cock in either of them.
He vowed next time it would be
so. He watched as her shuddering climax threatened to spill Caleb from her. How
Caleb held himself back before he withdrew and spilled over her back Philippe
though it was one of the hottest sights he had ever seen. It was enough to tip
him over the edge. With one hard tug of his hand he came. His seed flew in an
arc and fell to the grass to shine its presence in the gently moving blades.
His heaving chest and irregular breath matched those of his companions. Caleb
moved and lay prone on the grass, as Cecy collapsed onto her front.
 
Philippe sat on his arse and leaned over his
legs.

Slowly, each one's breathing lessened from harsh to normal.
Philippe took one last deep breath.

"That," he said. "For one who was but a voyeur, was
perchance one of the hottest things I have experienced. To see you both thus,
was one stage less than my ultimate desire."

Cecy rolled onto her back and lay spread-eagled, her body on view.
If he weren't so empty, he would fuck her like that until she was demanding
release. However, his mind might need but sadly his body did not.

"Only the second?"
Cecy asked. She winked. In
her obviously sated state he thought that action amazing. "I had thought
it way down your list."

Caleb laughed. "She has you there, and to be honest I thought
as she did. If watching us fuck is almost your pinnacle of desire you are
easily pleased."

"Oh I can be easily pleased 'tis true, but perhaps our
challenge is to prove that statement wrong?" Philippe raised his arms
above his head and stretched. His torso rippled as his muscles moved.

Cecy looked at him as a thirsty woman in the desert would at
water.

"What?" he asked his emotions stirred by the naked
desire he could see in her eyes. "Why do I feel as if I'm your next
meal?"

Chapter Eight

"Pardon?"
Cecy shook her head, and
Caleb laughed. He'd seen the way she scrutinized Philippe, and hoped it was a
sign that perhaps she wasn't as indifferent as she said. Maybe her reticence
was a pretense, one to protect her feelings perhaps? He was well aware how they
let her down in the past so it was natural she was wary now.

"You look as if you are deciding where to bite," Caleb
said. "Should I take his cock or his mouth to me? Should I lick in a
delicate manner as befits a lady, or swallow as befits a lover? Like that."

She blushed all over. Caleb heard Philippe's indrawn breath, and
echoed it. The rosy flesh gleamed with the soft sheen of perspiration, and
slick traces of her arousal still coated her thighs. It was a sight due to
arouse any man sated or not, and it did so. Both his
cock,
and he saw with a swift glance Philippe's prick showed swift signs of recovery.

"Ah," she said and giggled. The carefree sound was
welcome. "That is for me to know and you to wonder, my lord. Maybe I was
deciding if either of you would be worth my effort to move?"

Caleb stood and held out his hand to help her to her feet. She
took it and stood up in her usual elegant manner.

"Minx, let us show you."

Philippe joined them.
"Sadly not at this
moment."
He picked up Cecy's clothes. "Perhaps as you had the
delights of undressing our lady, I can have the privilege of re-clothing
her?"

That seemed fair enough. Caleb pulled on his shirt and britches
and looked around for his boots. How they had landed in a gorse bush he had no
idea. With the utmost care, he pulled them out one by one and donned them.
Behind him he heard Cecy's half-hearted protests, and looked back.

"I fail to see how my nipples need to be adjusted in that
manner." There was no anger in her voice. If anything it held a tinge of
husky desire. "They do not need to be placed over the
linen,
it is there to cover them." She slapped at Philippe's hands, which were
busy arranging her clothing below the globe of her breasts. With every
adjustment, he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

"Such a pity, for they look perfect as they peek over the top
to welcome us," Caleb remarked as he strolled back to the other two.

"That's as may be, but I cannot walk through the village
dressed as a trollop." There was a definite twinkle in Cecy's eyes as she
pulled the material of her gown up to cover her breasts. "There's enough
talk of me and my misdoings circulating as it is."

"
What?
" Caleb
was outraged. He had heard nothing and as the local magistrate most gossip got
to his ears sooner rather than later.

"Nothing too outré," she assured him. "I was only
asked if it was true I had allowed a so-called gentleman to drink champagne out
of my slipper."

"How did you answer?" Philippe asked before Caleb had a
chance. The interest in his voice was obvious.

"I asked the good lady to define a gentleman to me. I said
without her definition I had no way of answering."

Caleb roared with laughter, and Philippe raised one eyebrow in a
very Gallic gesture.

"Did she?" Philippe asked.

Cecy shook her head, and her hair swung and glittered in the
sunshine. "She gobbled somewhat like the turkey on Perry's estate, went a
peculiar mottled shade of puce, and muttered something about hussies and
heathens before getting into a much too elegant carriage for the lanes around
here."

"Mrs. Crimp I wager," Caleb said.
"Fifty-ish,
stout and puffed up?
Wearing clothes more suited to town than
here?"

"That's her. She did introduce herself, but her accent wasn't
easy to understand. Who is she?"

"It's not who she is, but who she'd like to be. Her husband
is a minor landowner up river. She thinks they should be the elite of the area.
Sad for her there are others more suited to hold that position."

"Like you?"

He laughed.
"If you like.
My family
have been here for generations, I'm Lord of the Manor, magistrate and
considered to be a good upright citizen. Do
not
snigger," Caleb said as the other two did just that.
"Considered only.
It can be seen I am not that well
known, for which I must be grateful."

"
True,
and I must leave before it is
too late for me to be wandering along the foreshore. Where are my shoes? Ah
under this…where did this come from?" She held up a piece of delicate lace
about three yards long.

Caleb glanced at Philippe whose face was a blank canvas.

"Why do you ask?" Caleb said as he took it from her and
passed it to Philippe, who didn't say a word. His eyes never left Cecy's face.

"Do you recognize it, love?" Philippe spoke quietly,
however Caleb heard the interest.

"Hmm. May I?" She held her hand out for it to be returned
to her.

Philippe gave the material to Cecy, who ran it through her
fingers. "Hmm, it's obvious this is new, so I daresay I don't recognize
this specific yardage. But I have seen something similar not too long
since." She wrinkled her nose and bit her lip.
"No,
'tis gone.
No matter it will come to me when I least expect it. Is it
important?" She looked from Philippe to Caleb and back again. Her interest
was palpable.

"Not at all," Philippe spoke smoothly, I just wondered
if it was yours."

Her fist connected with his stomach, and Philippe let out an
"Oufft."

Caleb winced and held his hand up in supplication as she turned to
him with her eyes flashing anger. "I said nothing." Her animated
demeanor aroused and excited him. This was the Cecy he knew, all fire and
vivacity. The poor shadow of herself she had seemed when they re-met was, it
seemed vanquished.

"Ha, but I have no illusions that you did not think whatever
it was he was thinking." Cecy said with scorn. "If you persist on
treating me like a child, perhaps I should behave like one, sulk and remove my
presence. She gathered up her pelisse and without looking at either of them
shrugged it on. "Where is
my
shawl?"

Caleb pointed. "Not that you need it. Cecy please listen, you
can
not
go back to Randall's house.
It is not safe."

She looked at him as if he spoke a foreign language.

"Why? Randall will wonder where I am."

"Randall will be told you are safe. If you go into the
village, you may well not be. Remember there are people who would love to have
a hold over the local protection officer. What better way than to use you to
coerce him to turn a blind eye or more."

He saw the moment Cecy realized he was serious. She paled and put
her hands to her mouth until with a determined effort she straightened.

"You truly think I'm in danger?"

"We both do." Philippe answered her soberly. "Up
until now we have reason to believe they have played a game of watch and wait.
Now it seems pressure has been put upon them to disable Randall."

 
Cecy gasped and swayed.

"His ability to do his job, love not his body." Caleb
held her tight. Her body shuddered, and he saw the spike of tears on her
lashes. "It is well known how you champion each other. What better way to
force him to bend to their will than use you as a lever?"

"I suppose." She sounded none too sure. "Who are
they?"

"If we knew that, life would be so much simpler. Look, love,
do you trust us?"

"Certainly," Cecy said, surprise in her voice.
"Else I would not be here."

"You think not?" Philippe asked.

"I know not, or not without putting up a fight, and remember
'twas Randall who taught me to hold my own, and not in a ladylike way. I could
kick your balls so far inside you, they'd never see the light of day again, let
along provide your cock with the juices of enjoyment. That I chose not to must
prove something?"

Caleb pinched her ear. "We overwhelmed you with our, er
prowess?"

"Something
like
that." She ran
her hands down her skirt. "So, what happens? Am I to stay here? Not in
this glade I hope. I don't admire nature to the extent I wish to commune with
it all day and night."

"Cecy listen." Philippe took her hands and drew her to
him. His swift glance at Caleb made him move behind her wedging her between
them.

"A Cecy sandwich?" she asked, as she snaked her foot
between his legs. He held it tight. She may say she was acquiescent, but who
knew how far her docility went?

"Naughty," Caleb chastised her and she sniggered.
"Actually my lord as I still have no footwear on
I
thought to give your cock a love tap." She grinned at him over her
shoulder.

"Thank you, I prefer you do not. I'll give you a love tap
instead." He administered two sharp spanks to her arse, one on each globe.
She jumped and went to rub the spots.

"No, no," Philippe took hold of both her hands and held
them high above her head. "We give the taps and we give the rubs. You
enjoy."

Caleb caught the inference. "How does it feel, love, to be
caught between us, to feel my hand sting your flesh, and soothe the sting? Does
the pain change to pleasure, and fill you with the need for more?"

"The truth, now, Cecilia."
Philippe added as
he bent his head and showered tiny nipping kisses along her shoulder.
"Does it excite you and make your juices flow? Are you wet? If one of us
dipped our hands inside your honey pot would we be covered in your
nectar?"

Cecy wriggled and pressed her rear into his groin. His prick
decided it was time to notice and jerked its appreciation. Of course she
detected the tiny movement and pressed ever harder.

"Unless you want your dress flipped over your head, your arse
spanked the color of your lips and both of us ministering to you now, I suggest
you desist. As much as that scenario appeals we have no time. We must
move." Cecy gave an exaggerated sigh. "I admit I was teasing, for I
am not sure if I will ever be of a mind to be ministered in that way by one of
you let alone both. Not because it doesn't excite for me you both know it does.
But because I am a coward.
Therefore, what happens
next?"

"Ah love, never a coward.
Wary,
apprehensive, maybe sensible.
We understand. Therefore we now need to
get you to Moor Sentinel House. Our home on Dartmoor,"

"Our, as in...?" she asked.

"Mine and Philippe's, yours if you so ever chose."

Philippe put his hand over her mouth. "Hear him out,
love," he said. He lifted his hand. She nodded.

"I need to see both of
you,
I can't
concentrate if you have me held so."

Caleb moved to stand next to Philippe. Without a thought he kissed
Philippe on the lips and felt Philippe's tongue slip inside his mouth for a
brief, deep, and satisfying kiss.