The Lady Gets Lucky EPB

by Joanna Shupe

  Heart racing, he retreated a step at her approach, but his back met the wood of the door, trapping him. He lost the ability to breathe when she stopped in front of him and lowered herself to her knees. He closed his eyes tightly in a feeble attempt to block the erotic image. “This cannot happen.”

  A gentle fingertip swept along his erection over the cloth, making him shiver. “Do you not want me to do this? I know it’ll be clumsy, but you said yourself that I am a fast learner.”

  Gathering his strength, he cupped her cheek in his palm and met her gaze. “Alice, your husband should teach you about this.”

  “But you are my very favorite teacher.”

  He groaned, his head dropping against the door. Desire clawed inside him like a ravenous beast, barely restrained and struggling to break free. His skin felt too thin, too weak, to contain the depths of his need, as if he would burst open at any moment and spill all over the floor. Here was the innocent lamb, begging to be ruined, and he was too much of a bastard to refuse.

  I am going to Hell.

  “Fuck. All right. Unfasten my trousers.” She managed it quickly, so he continued. “Suspenders next.”

  He helped her slide the suspenders off his shoulders, then the light wool trousers fell to his ankles. He tore off his necktie, collar and shirt, leaving him in a thin union suit that left little to the imagination. Would this repulse her or scare her away?

  Slowly, she slid her palms up his thighs toward his hips. She flicked him a glance through her lashes, looking so virginal yet so sinful that his cock jumped. It was the perfect combination, like opening a traditionally wrapped gift and being surprised with something naughty inside.

  “Now the undergarment,” he whispered, anticipation clogging his throat.

  The bulge between his legs could not be missed. He was so hard it was nearly obscene, with his balls already drawn tight and aching to be touched. Alice started near his belly button, threading the buttons through the tiny holes carefully, driving him mad with each second that passed. When she reached his cock, she didn’t shy away, merely kept unbuttoning, her fingers brushing the hard ridge and making him tremble.

  The sight of her, on her knees and concentrating on undressing him, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Far more arousing than any of his other dalliances, as depraved as they might have been, because this was Alice. His very clever pupil, who over the last few weeks had blossomed into a glorious creature capable of directing a kitchen as well as seduction. The man who married her would be fortunate, indeed.

  When she finished unbuttoning along his middle, the fabric parted and his cock bobbed free. The head pointed directly at her mouth, eager to find its way inside. He couldn’t yet find words as he watched her examine him.

  “What now?” she asked quietly.

  He swallowed, his tongue thick and awkward. “Every man is different, so I’ll tell you what I like. Tease me, sweetheart. Let me feel your breath and the soft pressure of your lips. Nothing too hard or too fast at first.”

  Bending forward, she exhaled over the crown, warm air tormenting the sensitive skin. Then she did it again along the sides, her mouth close but not coming into contact yet. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t blink. The tops of her breasts pushed against her corset and peeked out from her chemise, tantalizing him with each rise and fall of her chest. He fisted his hands and fought to remain still, to keep from lifting her up, throwing her down on the couch and having his wicked way with her.

  Soft kisses rained along the length. Her lips were gentle, adoring every inch of his cock, and he knew he’d never forget the sight as long as he lived. She was driving him utterly insane . . . and he loved it.

  When he could take no more, he told her, “Grip the base in your hand and lick the head. All around, especially underneath.”

  She followed his instructions perfectly, her pink tongue swirling over the head, and he had to lock his thigh muscles to keep from thrusting into her mouth. The urge to come lingered at the base of his spine, but it was embarrassingly soon, so he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. When the flat of her tongue swept over the sensitive underside, he gasped. Encouraged, she did it again.

  “That’s it,” he crooned, his lids still closed. “Now, suck. Slide me inside that warm heaven and squeeze your hand.”

  He couldn’t watch for fear of spending too soon, but he could feel, and the first time he coasted past her lips and onto her tongue was sheer bliss. Groaning, he pounded the door with his fist. Do not come yet. For fuck’s sake, get it together, Kit.

  She repeated the movement, bobbing up and down without him telling her to, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Without realizing it, he’d cupped the top of her head with his hand, his hips pumping slightly—until he went too far and caused her to gag.

  Horrified, he pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said, panting for breath. “I lost my mind for a minute there.”

  “That’s good, isn’t it?” Her eyes were glassy and dark, her lips swollen, and she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Kit wanted to eat her alive.

  “Get on the sofa,” he ordered.

  “Why?” Her brows pinched together. “Did you dislike what I was doing?”

  “I was a second or two away from coming in your mouth, that’s how much I disliked it. But I’d rather not scare you, so get on the sofa.”

  “It won’t scare me. I’m curious to see it.”

  Perhaps, but he had other activities in mind at the moment. “On the sofa, Alice. Right now.”

  Legs shaking, Alice stood and went toward the sofa. What was Kit planning? She had quite liked sucking on his shaft like that. Never had she seen him so intense, so focused . . . so undone. It was thrilling to bring a man that kind of pleasure, especially a man with as much experience as Kit. He was no novice, so rattling him meant she hadn’t been terrible at using her mouth.

  Hands lifted her from behind. He sat on the sofa first, still in his undergarment, and brought her down on top of him, positioning her knees on either side of his hips. She felt exposed this way, the slit in her drawers revealing her sex. “What—?”

  Before she could finish her question, he slammed his mouth to hers, kissing her like she was the air he needed to breathe. His hands moved to the laces on her back but she paid no attention. Her entire focus was his lips and tongue, the feel of him underneath her, the way their breath melded together as one. Threading her fingers through his hair, she held on, angling her head to get deeper. His tongue flicked hers, tangling together, their lips pulling and sucking, and she knew she’d never find a man who affected her like this one. It was like he was the match to set her ablaze every single time.

  Her corset loosened and he moved his hands to the fastenings in the front. Showing a dexterity that should have frightened her but absolutely did not, he popped the metal fastenings and removed her corset. Her breasts, now free of the whalebone, were swollen, the tips fashioned into hard, needy points.

  He pulled back abruptly, his eyes wild and bright as they searched her face. “I want to remove your chemise. May I?”

  So polite. Was he being careful because it was her, or was he like this with all his lovers? Alice didn’t wish to be handled with kid gloves. To prove it, she grabbed the edge of the cotton and dragged it over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up.

  His gaze raked her torso and she bit her lip, unsure how her body would measure up against those he’d seen in the past. Yet she didn’t cover herself. If he didn’t like the way she looked, there was nothing she could do about it.

  Gentle knuckles swept the undersides of each breast. Then he dragged a fingertip around her nipple. “God, you are lovely. Just lovely.” Leaning forward, he licked the hard tip and she sucked in a breath, her hands clutching his shoulders. Then he drew her nipple into his mouth, using his tongue and teeth for pressure and a mild bite of pain, and the sweet tug echoed between her legs, a demanding pulse as more and more wetness gathered there. By the tim
e he switched to the other breast, she was shifting her hips, desperate to ease the need rising inside her.

  Strong hands cupped her backside and settled her atop his cloth-covered erection. She froze, uncertain, but he guided her, showing her how to use this part of his body for friction. And it felt incredible, the drag and sweep along her most sensitive tissues as he kept sucking on her. He grunted as she rocked, his hands sliding up to cup both her breasts. They worked together, moving and touching, panting and straining. The pleasure gathered in her belly, a rising storm just off in the distance. “Oh, Kit,” she breathed, digging her nails into the muscles of his shoulders.

  Releasing her nipple, he lunged for her mouth, kissing her hard. She whimpered as he pushed his tongue inside, the hunger within her climbing, tightening, her body growing increasingly uncoordinated. The sofa bumped against the wall, but she didn’t care. As if sensing her desperation, he took over, his hands at her waist, moving her rhythmically, until she broke, the pleasure overtaking her and making her quake. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, her moans disappearing into the skin of his throat. Finally she quieted and he held her, stroking her back, while her body recovered.

  Under her palm, his heart raced as his chest pumped for air. His head rested on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, a pained but pleased expression on his face. Had he . . . ?

  She started to move and he caught her, holding her still. “Don’t. Give me a moment.”

  “You haven’t any idea what I was about to do.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he gritted out. “I’m holding on to my sanity by a very thin thread. Just wait.”

  Ah. He was attempting to recover, to gather his wits. This is the last time. If you want to see him unravel, this is your only chance.

  She glanced down at where their bodies rested against one another. He was still clothed, his thick erection trapped between them. Yet she could see the powerful lines, the sharp ridges and valleys, the points of his hip bones. He was beautiful, a perfect male specimen. She adored everything about him, inside and out. At least, adoration was the only emotion she’d allow herself to admit at the moment.

  I hope you turn those lessons back around on him and make him beg.

  She’d like that very much, actually.

  They only had tonight, then she’d never see him again. And she knew what she wanted.

  Everything.

  The question was, would he give it to her?

  Her hand crept lower and moved between them to cup his erection. He sucked in a breath and grabbed her wrist. “Alice, please. I don’t want to take this further. I just need a moment.”

  Leaning in, she began nibbling his throat, her fingers pressing into the ridge of flesh inside his undergarment. “What if I want to take this further?”

  He gave a strained laugh. “I would tell you no.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  Because he didn’t want to marry her. Because she was to marry someone else.

  The problem was, he made it very difficult to want anyone other than him.

  I have him right now, right here. Her mother returned tomorrow and with it all the expectations of her family and her class. But society wasn’t stopping her from taking what she wanted at the moment. Kit was the only person standing in her way.

  Had she the courage to convince him?

  The Alice of a month ago couldn’t have possibly demanded such things. However, the Alice who held this man’s affections could do damn near anything. I’ve never cared about anyone before. I care about you, Alice.

  In one sensuous move, she slid off his lap and stood. Relief flickered over his expression until her hands went to the strings at her waist. When she untied her drawers, he sat up straight. “What are you doing?”

  She pushed the cotton over her hips and down her thighs, then stepped out of the garment. Then she stripped off each stocking, bending over slowly, enjoying the way his hot stare followed her every move. Now completely nude, she lifted her chin. “Take off your undergarment.”

  He started shaking his head before she even got the words out. “Oh, God. Don’t even suggest it, Alice. I’m dying over here.”

  His plea emboldened her. Kit was being careful . . . but the time for care had passed. The clock was ticking and there was one more thing she needed for him to show her.

  She crawled onto his lap, keeping her expression innocent while inwardly she plotted. His chest heaved and he kept his hands at his sides. One after another, she undid the buttons of his undergarment. “I want it to be you, Christopher. I don’t want another man to teach me how to do this. It has to be you.”

  “Fucking hell,” he said on a groan, and dropped his head onto the back of the sofa. “Alice, I shouldn’t. I can’t. You will soon have a husband and he’ll be furious that you allowed me to be first.”

  “Wrong.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw, the evening whiskers rough against her lips. “He’ll be grateful that I learned such wonderful technique from a master.”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “No, he definitely will not. Even if I appreciate your attempt at stroking my vanity, trust me—he’ll be livid.”

  She slid her lips to his and kissed him. “Or he’ll never know. Not every woman is a virgin on her wedding night, and I bet most grooms never notice.”

  “Alice,” he said on a long breath, almost a whine. “I don’t want to ruin your life.”

  She squeezed her fingers around his erection, giving him a rough stroke. “Impossible. Everything in my life has been infinitely better since I met you.”

  He brought his hands to the sides of her face, holding her as he stared into her eyes. The tenderness and desire reflected in the dim gaslight sank inside her, deep down to the bone and sinew, and she knew this was the right decision. She felt it in every part of her body.

  His voice was affectionate and soft, as if she completely baffled him. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “You are going to take off your undergarment and make love to me.”

  He grimaced. “Alice, sweetheart. I . . .”

  He was still hesitating. She could see the indecision in his expression. Had she not been clear enough? Or was it the word love that had thrown him off? Stupid, stupid Alice. That was the last reminder he needed at the moment, that she might fall in love with him. That this might be more than just lessons between friends.

  “Wait,” she said, placing a finger atop his lips. “What I meant to say is that you should take your undergarment off and fuck me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The words had the desired effect.

  As soon as the crude term left her mouth, Kit leapt on her, his arms crushing her to him as he devoured her with a scorching kiss. Alice melted into him, holding on as the flood of wanting built back up inside her belly at a feverish pace. He was all she needed in this moment, the world distilled to his hands and his mouth, his strong body beneath her.

  He pressed hot, openmouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat. “You want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded, unable to speak as he dragged his teeth over her flesh.

  “Then help me.”

  He started to take off his undergarment, trying to free his arms first, but the remaining closed buttons over his stomach hindered the process. With a rip, he tore the garment open and she pushed the cloth over his strong arms. His chest was wide and sculpted, with a light dusting of dark hair in the middle. Before she could explore, he kissed her once more, and she felt him rise up to push the undergarment under his hips.

  Everywhere they touched she was met with warm skin and crisp body hair. The difference in texture thrilled her. Where she was soft, he was hard. Secure. Solid and real. Never had she imagined it would feel this good.

  His fingers slipped between her legs and caressed her, exploring gently. “You are slippery and swollen. Sheer perfection.” After teasing the bundle of nerves atop her sex, he circl
ed her entrance. Amid kisses to her throat, he whispered, “You must be ready to take me. I do not want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

  The endearment relaxed her and she rocked her hips slightly, bringing the tip of his finger inside. He swept his palm over her spine, as if calming her. “That’s it. Let me in.”

  Soon the finger was all the way inside, and she marveled at the fullness. Was this what it would feel like to have his penis inside her? It was delicious, a pressure that wasn’t quite enough to sate the burning hunger inside her belly. She shifted, and he stayed her hip with his palm. “Just wait. Kiss me.”

  He gave her dizzying kisses, sucking and biting at her lips, until she began squirming, looking for more. His hand withdrew and then she felt greater pressure as he worked his way inside again. Was that another finger? The stretch confirmed it as her walls opened for him. She whimpered into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming her. It was like nothing she could have imagined, but it felt necessary. Essential. She didn’t wish for him to stop.

  With his thumb, he circled her clitoris, not moving the fingers inside her. Just letting her adjust as he built up her pleasure. Except it wasn’t like before when they were rubbing together. This was stronger, more intense, from the thickness inside her. Thighs shaking, she broke off from his mouth to drag air into her lungs.

  “One more, I think.” Drawing back again, he fed a third finger inside her, though it was a tight squeeze. This pinched slightly, as if her body resented the invasion, but he was patient, giving her time to adapt. When all three fingers were seated, he held them there and worked her clitoris some more. “Touch me, Alice.”

  Her hands glided over his rough skin, loving the way he was so different from her. Goose bumps emerged in the wake of her touch, and she relished the outward reaction of how she affected him. Lower she went, over his nipples, along his stomach, until she reached his erection. It was long and thick, resting against his belly, the head flushed dark red. She gripped him lightly, testing the feel of his soft skin stretched over rigid flesh. Fascinating.