Three Times the Scandal (14 page)

“
Now a kiss,” he said and sucked the furled peak deep into his mouth. It made her ache and her body open to him. She remembered the sweet swift joy he’d brought her previously, as pleasure rolled through her breasts and made her puss seem heavy. She grasped his hand that lay upon her knee and urged it between her legs, desperate to feel him touching her there again. The way he’d stroked her, the way he caressed her now, made her toes curl.

Giles sat back on his heels, having left a transparent wet patch on the fabric covering her nipple, and another over her puss. His eyes, vividly bright, lingered over her form. Fortuna shivered, unaccustomed to facing such obvious desire.

Slowly, he closed one hand around her ankle. Up. His fingers tickled as they walked up her stocking, stopping only to pluck at her garter before sliding over the smooth expanse of skin above her stocking top, and into the thick wedge of curls covering her mound.

“
No fingers this time.”

Barely able to breathe, she watched, mouth agape as his tongue followed the same path up her leg his fingers had just taken. As he neared her thighs, the throb of excitement in her womb grew stronger.

“
Spread your legs wider.”

He knelt between them.

The pink slit of her quim showed clearly beneath the down of golden curls. Self-conscious, she felt her cheeks burn. The first dab of his tongue set her shaking. He encompassed the whole of her puss with a long precise lick. He buried his nose in her curls, breathing her in.

Fortuna clung to the tablecloth, bunching it tightly within her fist. The lash of his tongue seemed to light a thousand more nerves than when he’d rubbed his fingers in her slickness. He swirled teasingly around her clitoris, offering butterfly kisses, and harder flicks.

Fortuna ached. It was almost too intense to bear. Arousal, lust, coiled and twisted inside her belly. Her puss grew slick with his saliva and her dew.

“
I’ve thought about doing this all day,” Giles whispered. “About how you taste, how you’d smell, about how amazing it’ll feel when I slide my cock into you.”

“
I want that,” she gasped. Fortuna drove her fingers into his wavy hair. She urged him upwards, sought his lips, the firm pressure of his body against her.

Giles urged her upright, then backwards against the dining table. A glass toppled, wine splashed her fingertips, and seeped across the white tablecloth. Instinctively, she reached for a napkin to mop it.

“
Leave it.” Giles turned her about, and urged her forward at the hips. “We’re going to make a whole lot more mess her than one spilled glass of wine.” He lay her forward over the table, nestled amongst crockery and the remains of dinner.

Giles’s hands kneaded her bottom. A cool draft, like a ghostly kiss tickled her back as he exposed her cheeks. Then bare flesh nuzzled up against her bottom.

He was big. And, achingly hard.

His lips teased the back of her neck, while one hand came forward around her hip, wriggling between her body and the tabletop. A single finger parted the slick lips of her cunt. All thoughts of modesty flown, Fortuna tugged down the top of her chemise, so that her bare breasts spilled over the top of her stays and her nipples rasped against the linen table-cloth as she rolled her hips in time with the rhythm of his hand.

“
Tell me how much you want this.” His cock slid against her thigh.

Fortuna’s breath hitched as the fiery baton jerked against the slickness of her puss. She tried to wriggle to get him into position but he held her steady and leisurely fucked between her thighs for several teasing strokes. “Tell me.”

“
Please, Giles. I want to know how good it feels. I want you inside me.”

* * * * *

Giles felt so primed he was damn sure he would go off the minute he entered her, which was why he was resisting, even though it was hellish hard to do so. He’d been anticipating this moment ever since she’d foxed him at Hallowe’en, but he didn’t want this first time to be over in a matter of moments.
Breathe, breathe
, he reminded himself. The truth was he wanted her in a way that wrenched his guts and tied them in complicated knots. He wouldn’t be easily satisfied, not after taking her once, or even five times. Actually, it scared him to realize just how besotted he did feel.

Fortuna rubbed her bottom back against his loins and perspective flew out of the window. He had to have her. Now.

He pulled back a little, and used his fingers to guide himself in.

Fortuna wriggled beneath him, trying to get him there faster, while continually making tiny ‘oh, oh’ sounds that made his heart turn over. He pushed in slowly, just the very tip to begin with. She might not be a virgin, but she was still tight.

Tight but thoroughly willing.

Fire streamed through his body as she pushed back against him, taking in his entire length.

A pool of warm surrounded him. Still on edge, Giles gritted his teeth and tried to conjure unsavoury images. Nothing worked. Not spiders, or street urchins, or conjugating Latin verbs. “Hold still.” Slowly, he drew himself back, then sheathed himself again in her warmth.

Fortuna let out a long sigh. Her muscles fluttered around him. “Yes. Oh, yes. That’s good.”

He built a rhythm, one deliciously tentative stroke at a time. But even then, he knew he was going to have to let go soon. Even his nose was tingling. His balls felt as though they were trying to climb inside him, or explode. Perhaps both.

God help him, she was beautiful. He wanted to touch her, lick her all over, tasting each and every part of her skin. He wanted to fill her, come in her mouth, stroke his glans around her nipples and push himself into the valley between her breasts. He wanted each and every part of her. “Oh, God,” he gasped as if it were a prayer. “I’m going to come. Do you feel me?”

“
Let me see your face. I want to watch you come.” She gripped his arm tight, where it was still slung around her hip so that he could better massage her clit.

Giles groaned. His breath ratcheted up so high, he was almost whistling, he pulled out and flipped her over so they were facing. “Up,” he lifted her onto the table edge, displacing more crockery, and pushed back into her in one deliciously smooth thrust.

Right in, as deep as he could go.

She watched him with her blue eyes wide, and clung to him, clawing at his shoulders and smearing kisses across his jaw.

“
Easy,” he soothed. Who was he kidding? He could barely keep himself him check never mind her.

Giles stared at her freed breasts. He loved their delicacy, the way they were so dainty and rounded. Her nipples were huge though, even crinkled up into two dark pink peaks. He latched onto one, and sucked it deep into his mouth. It was his final undoing.

She clung to him as he came, as he bucked into her long and deep. His climax seemed to pour out of him into infinity. She was thoroughly soaked when he pulled out. He was bathed in so much sweat his fringe stuck to his brow.

“
Giles,” she murmured. He looked down at her spread across the table as if she were the main course of a decadent banquet and smiled. His cock bucked, proving he hadn’t lost interest, not yet. Not ever.

He tasted himself as his tongue pushed back between the lips of her cunt. She accepted two, then three fingers, and gripped him tightly as he laved her clit. Her hips lifted, he could feel her head turning from side to side, almost as if she were seeking another mouth to kiss.

Was she thinking of Neddy again and what they’d tempted her with in the garden? Truly, he wanted her to himself, but he’d do his best to satisfy her every need.

She was almost there. Giles fucked her harder with his fingers, and worked his tongue with increased vigour. He felt her stiffen. Then the delicious flutters washed through her as a keen rose from her throat. He drew back to look at her, replacing the pleasure of his mouth with the pressure of his thumb until she’d calmed. She was beautiful. Utterly enchanting. Her mouth open, lips the same engorged cherry red as her nipples and nether lips. He pressed a hand to the soft swell of her belly, then bent and nipped her there. She squeaked and half rose into a sitting position, before flopping back down in a sort of boneless swoon.

Giles slid her off the table and into his arms. “And now, I think I’ll take dessert upstairs.” He laughed, and carried her from the room.

* * * * *

Across town, the Morton’s charity soiree was a minefield of heaving bosoms. With Lucy clutching his arm, Lord Darleston stoically endured the charade of charity. Yes, there were plenty of patrons in the house, but they each expected something in return for their donations. Prestige, in most cases, but there was plenty of political jockeying going on in the background too. Peers introducing their proxies for the lower house, and wives and chaperones championing their charges, while the girls themselves were busy perfecting the art of wordless conversations. He’d made numerous assignments of his own across a crowded room, without a word being spoken?

If Giles had been present, Darleston would likely have involved himself in the debates occurring in pockets around the room. Inciting unrest among the various factions was always an excellent time passer, but he had no heart of such entertainment without his friend to back him up.

Ned, who could usually be relied on to create entertainment, had chosen to confine his typical incendiary antics to the indoctrination of a group of young greenhorns into the noble art of roistering.

This left Darleston in the uncomfortable residence of his own mind. He hated to admit it, but he’d become rather obsessed with Fortuna. The mere fact that Lucy had demanded he not flirt or indulge in any other pleasure with Miss Allenthorpe made him want to fuck her above anything else. Considering she was both too tall and too slender for his tastes, he had to wonder over the processes of his own mind. Maybe it was also partly Giles’s fascination rubbing off. Either way, he couldn’t entirely remove her from his thoughts, which owing to the dismal entertainment around him, were decidedly rude.

“
Stop smirking, it makes you look like a lummox,” Lucy remarked.

Darleston blinked slowly but Lucy failed to clear from his vision. Temper soaring, he clenched his fists and willed himself calm. If it weren’t for the cursed, abysmal weather, he’d have suggested to Giles that they take a carriage ride north into the countryside, find a few accommodating inns, and Lucy, Sir Hector and the rest be of the world be damned.

“
Miss Morton is looking a perfect fright again,” Lucy said.

Darleston vaguely perused the crowd, and found Clemencè being ushered towards the pianoforte by her mama. She began a melancholy piece, which strained her voice on the high notes.

“
Can you believe this will be her fifth season and not a snippet of interest?” Lucy’s observation was made with a disquieting degree of catty delight.

“
She’s garnered plenty of interest,” Darleston remarked dryly. He’d known plenty of bloods who’d been moon-struck over her delightful little face, and remarkable eyes. And her hands, and her bosom for that matter. “She’s simply too selective.”

“
You should set her straight, dear. Inform her that Giles has cast her aside for the favours of another cock-hungry trollop.”

“
Lucy!” He shrugged her from his arm. “There was never any formal agreement between Giles and Miss Morton. It was merely a suggestion. Besides, he can’t stand to be in her presence. I find her obsession rather incestuous myself. Just because one alliance between their families came to an abrupt end doesn’t necessitate them arranging to form another.”

Lucy leaned in close to him, so that her lips brushed his cheek. “You’d be the one to know about all things incestuous.” She laughed and jerked away from his touch. “I believe that moment before the fire the other night is the most pleasurable time I’ve enjoyed with you in seven years of marriage. Having your brother present clearly kindles the flames of passion you purport to have.” Her palm drifted towards the front of his breeches.

Darleston took a swift backward step. “Watch your tongue, Lady Darleston, there are others present.”

Lucy gave a bemused sniff and preened, stroking the ridiculous white ostrich plume in her headdress. “Heavens, Robert. You’re so formal tonight. It must be the fault of that ridiculous coat you’ve chosen, but abysmal taste does appear to be a family trait.” Her gaze swung to the earl and countess. The former wore powder blue full-skirted coat, the latter a hooped gown of canary yellow and scarlet. Neddy, still surrounded by his young protégés had opted for an unfortunate pea-green colour that clashed with his fiery hair. “I swear you all deliberately vex me.”

Darleston tactfully held his tongue, and silently mourned the Morton’s transformation of their old stag parlour into a music room. Did nobody understand that a male refuge was essential at this type of gathering? He turned his back on his wife, but she followed him as he wove a path amongst the gilt chairs, and stopped him by the refreshment room door. Her fingers dug into his sleeve.

“
I believe I shall invite Neddy to our suite tonight. The pair of you have such appealing symmetry.”

“
Are you deliberately attempting to repulse me?”

“
Oh, fie!” She snapped open her fan under his nose. “It hardly repulsed you the first time. I think you might indulge me again.”