Her Wanton Wager (31 page)

Lust bolted through him as she obeyed. Her small tongue lapped at him, sucking one long digit between her pink lips. An image flashed of her taking his cock this way, of pushing his shaft all the way into her sweet mouth ... Just as quickly, he shook the notion away. That was a paid pleasure, and he was done with those. Breathing heavily, he pulled his fingers out. He had to stay in control, or this game would not last much longer.     

"Very good," he said. "And now for dessert."

Beneath the strip of linen, her lips curved. "I love dessert—What are you doing?"

He'd eased from under her, pressing her into a reclining position on the sofa. "I'm preparing it." He knelt on the floor next to her and reached for the dish of trifle. A house specialty, Cook's version was a closely guarded recipe of ratafia cakes, custard, and whipped cream.

When he spooned a dollop onto Percy's navel, she yelped. "What on earth—"

He licked the trifle off her smooth skin, savoring the creamy sweetness. "As I said, I'm having my dessert. You. No, hush,"—when she opened her mouth to protest, he inserted a spoonful of trifle—"and let a man enjoy his sweets in peace."

He decorated her breasts next, piling on the confection and drawing the back of the spoon against the taut peaks. She arched her back, gasping, "That is so wicked. Oh, do it again ..."

Smiling, he bent to sample his handiwork. He tongued the cream off her nipples, then suckled them deep into his mouth. Her fingers slid against his scalp, holding him to her sweet mounds. He cleaned off every inch of her bosom until she was quaking, sighing his name. And then he picked up the spoon and deposited a dollop where he wanted it most.

"Oh no, you can't possibly—" she squeaked. Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa as he proceeded to do exactly that.

The flavor was indescribable. Whipped cream and Percy, his own personal confection.

"I love the way you taste," he growled.

Spreading her thighs, he feasted on her luscious cunny, his senses exploding with the sweetness of her. His tongue traced her slit upward and found the shy hooded bud. When he lashed her pearl with wet flicks, she began to writhe against the cushions. The sight of her passion was too much. With one hand, he unfastened his trousers to free his painfully swollen shaft.

Let off some steam first. There's plenty of time tonight … when you're finally inside this beautiful quim, you have to last …

He fisted his rod slowly as he gamahauched her. Her moans grew breathier, more desperate.
Her eyes—he had to see them when she went over.

"Take off the blind," he commanded roughly.

Delicate fingers grasped the linen, yanked it up. She blinked, her desire-hazed gaze meeting his. "Gavin, oh God, what you do to me."

"That's right, love," he breathed against her dewy flesh. "Do you like watching me eat your pussy? Will you come for me this way?"  

She moaned something unintelligible. He eased a finger into her, groaning as her unused muscles softened to let him in. He added another, began to thrust firmly in and out as he frigged himself. He watched her eyes all the while. The blue blurred to midnight as she chanted his name. At the exact moment, he curled his fingers, tickling a spot high inside her.

She cried out as she climaxed. The delicious clench of her passage brought him to the edge as he continued to lick the orgasm from her. When she lay back, panting, he got to his feet. He kicked away his trousers and went to stand before her. He loved the way her eyes widened, the sultry sweep of her lashes as she regarded his jutting manhood.  

"Sweeting," he rasped, running his fist up the proud, curving length, "do you want to help me spend?"

"Oh, yes, I'd love to." He almost came then and there at her enthusiastic reply. Sitting up, she was eye level with his thrusting member. She batted his hand away and took the veined shaft between her soft palms. "Just tell me how."

"You're doing just fine." His neck arched as he savored her firm yet gentle stroke. By God, her hands were perfect for the job.

"But I'd like to do better than fine," she said. "For instance, what do you think of this?"

A groan tore from his chest as hot, wet fire clamped around his cockhead. His fingers grasped instinctively in her sunny curls. He couldn't believe what she was doing, that she would pleasure him in this way. With whores, this act cost extra, and the fact that his own sweet Percy would willingly do this for him ... he felt himself spurt a little. He wrenched away immediately.

Panting, he said, "Buttercup, you don't have to ..."

Beneath his disbelieving gaze, she
licked
the glistening drop that welled at the tip of his cock. A shudder racked him as she caressed his length with her blushing cheek. "I know I don't
have
to. But it felt so good when you kissed me this way." Her eyes, bluer than a dream, gazed up at him. "Don't you like it too?" 

"
Like
it? It's bloody amazing." His neck arched as she lapped at the bulging crimson crown, her tongue investigating the slit. "Take me inside your mouth," he bit out, "open wider ... hell,
yes
..."

Bliss punched him in the gut as he looked down to see his thick rod disappear within her lips. She couldn't fit him all the way inside, but, devil and damn, this was enough. Too much. The slick pressure, the softness of her hands as they milked the base of his prick ... he wanted to hold on, wanted to watch her sucking him forever. But his bollocks tightened, and he felt the warning heat gathering in his groin.

It took all his willpower to wrench from her generous kiss. "Percy, I'm going to—"

"Do it. Spend for me like I did for you," she whispered. Her fist tightened around him. Her breasts quivered as she stroked him faster, harder, giving him everything he needed. His carnal innocent, his adorable love—his vision blurred. He yelled out as his seed shot up his shaft. The climax erupted from him, taking everything he had.

When he regained his senses, he gazed upon her. Satisfaction hummed in his veins, and yet his pulse took a wayward leap. He had marked her, his essence splattered on her flawless bosom. Her golden hair tumbled where he'd dislodged the pins. Not only did she not look put out by the disarray, she was smiling. With a sensual cheekiness that warmed him inside and out.

And that had merely been the appetizer. Just thinking of the main course made his groin stir with renewed interest and his chest expand with something like wonder. Collapsing next to her on the sofa, he slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. When he heard her snicker, he asked, "What is so amusing, buttercup?"

Her eyes held an incorrigible sparkle. "'Tis just that I finally understand the meaning of ..."—another gurgle escaped her—"
just deserts
."

His laughter joined hers.

TWENTY-NINE

"Gavin, oh God, don't stop …"

Cuddled in front of Gavin in his oversized tub, Percy moaned as he continued to tease her without mercy. Under the guise of washing her, he drew the wet cloth over her aching nipples, rousing them to taut peaks. His other hand did sinful things beneath the warm, silky water. When he drew a teasing circle over the most sensitive part of her, she arched her back against him. She could feel the sizeable evidence of his desire prodding her bottom and yet he stopped.

Again.

He'd been doing this for the past half-hour …
at least
. As a result, she felt like a firecracker on the verge of exploding. Panting with frustration, she turned her head to look at him. Her pulse quickened at the controlled hunger in his expression, the intent way he was watching her.

"Do stop teasing." To her chagrin, her tone bordered on pleading. "I can't stand any more of this."

His eyes gleamed. "You can. And you will."

"But why can't we—"

"You're too impatient, love. We're going to take this slow." He petted her between her thighs again, causing her to shudder. "Waiting builds the pleasure."

"I
hate
waiting."

His finger worked a little deeper, and she writhed helplessly against him. "What do you want then, love?" he murmured against her ear.

"You know." His hard, slick muscles bunched against her back, titillating her further. Everything about him felt
so good
. "What we did before."

She gasped as he spun her to fully face him. Her knees spread to bracket his hips beneath the water, and she had to steady herself against his shoulders.

"Do you want me to make you come again, love?"

Did she.
She nodded eagerly.

"This time, you'll have to work for it." He leaned back, his sinewy arms draped along the tub's edge. Raising a brow in challenge, he said, "Show me you want me. That I am the only one for you."

His sexual command filled her with a blend of excitement … and uncertainty. Though not timid, she still had limited experience when it came to carnal matters. In fact, everything she knew she'd learned from him. This time, could
she
take the lead? Her fingers flexed against his shoulder; instantly, the iron muscles leapt beneath the smooth skin, sending a pulse of confidence through her.

She could do this. She could prove to him just how much she wanted him, loved him. And to herself the power and resolution of her own desire.

She moved her hands upward, spearing her fingers into his thick, damp hair. Though his eyes did not leave hers, she felt his shudder travel through her own limbs. The power was heady, thrilling beyond anything. Leaning closer, she kissed his forehead, his cheek. The raised line of his scar trembled beneath her lips. She nuzzled his ear and could hear the raggedness of his breath as she licked the sensitive organ, sucking the lobe as he'd done to her.

"There's my girl," he rasped.

In answer, she kissed the scratchy plane of his jaw, moving toward his mouth. She loved the sensual yet hard line of his lips. When she ran her tongue along the firm seam, he let her in. She kissed into his open mouth, poured all her desire for him into the mating of lips and tongues. His hands clamped her bottom, pulling her closer.

She stopped him with palms against his chest. "No, wait. You said I get to do this."

Her assertion seemed to surprise him as much as it did her. Slowly, he released her. Driven to please him and herself, she continued to explore him, the first true opportunity she'd had to do so. His body was so different from hers. Dark where she was pale, hard where she was soft. The mementos of old battles marked his skin. She pressed her lips to the jagged star upon his shoulder. Beneath her fingertips, his paved chest quivered with power, and a breath hissed from him when her investigations took her below the line of water.

"You're so magnificent." The flat ridges of his abdomen jumped at her touch. "So large and solid,"—her hand lightly passed over his manhood as she murmured—"all over."

"What are you going to do about it?" he dared her. The fire in his eyes turned her blood to honey, the thickening heat gathering between her thighs.

All thought receded as she climbed further atop him, hitching herself against his huge, burgeoned shaft. They groaned in unison as her sensitive flesh slid slowly against his. Slick and sinful, the exquisite rub of two bodies made to pleasure one another. Her head fell back as she gyrated against him. Rising and falling, each pass a tumult of delight. His fingers gripped her posterior as he grated out his praise of her.

"
Good girl.
You're so hot against my cock. Do you like this?"

He thrust upward, and she gasped as the crown of his member bunted upward against her sensitive nub. "
Gavin, oh my God.
"

Pleasure jolted through every fiber of her being, too powerful, too overwhelming to deny. Control spun from her, and she clutched at his shoulders. It was too much, not enough.
Heaven and hell.
Moans broke from her as water sloshed over the edge of the tub. She couldn't get enough purchase, couldn't get all that she needed. All of a sudden, his arm clamped her around the waist. Trapped her so that she couldn't move.

She struggled against him. "Oh Gavin, don't stop, I'm close. I need to ..."

"I know what you need." His eyes had gone black, burning up at her with mesmerizing power. "You ache here, don't you, love?"

A moan left her as his finger traced her opening. Circled it, reminding her trembling muscles of the emptiness that lay inside. Lungs burning, she managed, "Y-yes. I ache so much. I need you."

His finger left her, replaced by a broader, thicker presence. The head of his cock notched against her, setting off shocking waves of pleasure. Every instinct in her knew that bliss lay inches away. Hard, thick inches, as it were: the last mystery between her and true womanhood.

His dark voice filled her senses. "Feel how your pussy quivers, how badly it wants me to fill it. You need my cock inside you. Let me in where I belong."

Her back bowed as his engorged tip burrowed against her entrance. Delicious stretching. What would it be like to be filled so completely …? Eyes sliding shut, she felt temptation sizzle in her blood. So desperately did she want to say yes, to give herself to him irrevocably and forever.

Need him.

"No, wait—you promised," she gasped.

The powerful muscles beneath her flexed. Gavin's hold on her tightened, and her senses scattered to the wind as his dome nudged deeper against her, sending streaks of heat down her legs. If he meant to take her, she could not stop him.

God help her, she did not
want
to.

"Give yourself to me, Percy," he said in a guttural voice. "
Choose me.
"

She stilled. "I …
can't
." Looking down into his glittering eyes, shaking with need, she whispered, "I want you Gavin, but I cannot betray my brother. I won't."

Silence stretched between them, broken only by their panting breaths. Neither moved, and it took every shred of her resolve not to shimmy back against his hard, jutting presence. Not to seek relief from the fires burning inside her.