Tutoring Miss Molly

by Armstrong, Lyn

  Molly’s stomach tightened while her own milky essence increased between her thighs. The sight of a naked woman openly enjoying the touch of a man made her feel wanton, wicked.

  With a husky voice, Devlin whispered in a firm voice, “Touch yourself like this.”

  Obeying his command, Molly opened her sensitive and swollen lips with one hand and with the other, plunged two fingers inside herself, spreading her warm fluid over the throbbing nub. Closing her eyes briefly, erotic sensations washed over her languid body.

  He was watching her.

  The thought drove her mad with excitement.

  Whimpering moans escaped from the woman in front of her. Devlin expertly pushed his fingers in and out while his other hand rubbed her vigorously.

  Molly’s mouth went dry, the sun warming her naked flesh, her nipples protruding from the prickly sensation. Her fingers glided in and out, filling her entrance that ached for Devlin’s touch. She wanted him to caress her as he caressed Yvette. Would his long fingers feel like hers do right now? Their eyes bore into each other’s. Sexual attraction, thick and hot, wrapped around her like a thousand mouths kissing her skin.

  Throwing her head forward, Molly’s aroused body came with a powerful force at the same time Yvette jerked with tension. The maid’s moans and heavy breathing mingled with hers, heightening the blissful pleasure.

  Kissing Yvette’s neck, he studied Molly. “Women are incredible creatures.”

  Lifting his wet fingers up, he allowed Yvette to suck on her juices.

  Molly lifted her fingers to her lips but Devlin roughly grabbed her wrist.

  She winced then relaxed as he pulled her closer. Plunging her moist fingers into his mouth, he closed his eyes as if he savored the flavor of her core.

  Devlin’s warm tongue swirled around her fingers, causing a heated flush to envelope her body.

  “Hmm.” Shifting around Yvette, he faced Molly. “Taste yourself in my mouth.”

  Tilting his head, he kissed her, plunging his tongue passed her lips. She relished the bittersweet flavor mingled with the tang of his mouth.

  Yvette pulled his riding jacket off, untied his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Devlin deepened the kiss, his hand lost in the waves of Molly’s red hair.

  Molly traced her hand along his square jaw line, the muscle jerked beneath her touch.

  Devlin pulled away and shrugged out of his garments. “Look at me.”

  She stepped back, not wasting a moment longer on divulging the sight of his well-formed body. His arms bulged with tight muscles, his chest, smooth and contoured. A thin line of soft brown hair ran down his flat stomach toward his pelvic bone. His bold shaft stood hard and firm against a thatch of curly brown hair.

  All virile, all male.

  “Touch me,” Devlin said. The pulse on the side of his neck throbbed.

  Molly moved closer, her hands shaking. She lightly bit her bottom lip as she touched the smooth skin on his torso.

  His eyes stared into hers, communicating the hunger beneath the wanting.

  Her hands ran slowly down his broad chest toward his erection. She was about to caress something that had always been forbidden. Something mysterious. Molly had never touched a man so intimately. She should feel awkward and ashamed of her innocence, but nothing felt so right than to embrace this man’s body. As if he were made for her and her for him.

  She clasped his firm shaft with curiosity, lightly cupping the length of his smooth manhood with both her hands. He swayed and Molly gazed up. His nostrils flared when he took a deep breath. His eyes glazing with a hunger that sent her stomach fluttering. She was affecting him, and it made her senses soar.

  Swallowing, she rubbed him up and down, enjoying watching the small detail on his face change with every passing moment. The vein on his neck grew darker, the muscles on his chest and arms hardened while his breath deepened.

  He closed his eyes as if he were in torture. “Stop.”

  She did not want to stop. She wanted to keep going, but he grabbed her wrist and lured her toward Yvette on the blanket. Following behind him, she took the chance to peek at his buttocks. Each tanned cheek moved with supple firmness. She itched to touch them, kiss and bite them.

  Devlin helped her onto the blanket next to Yvette, while he lay down between them. Propping up on his elbows, he said to Yvette, “I want you to show Molly how to please a man with her mouth.”

  Molly caught her breath. His raw charisma was so potent, his confidence, intoxicating.

  A twinkle entered Yvette’s large blue eyes, her face red with eagerness. She sat up, running her delicate hand down Devlin’s hard body until she clasped his engorged shaft.

  “Come closer, ma chérie, do not be afraid,” Yvette instructed. “A man’s cock is a most wondrous object.” Her hand moved slowly up and down while she leaned over to flick her tongue across the narrow slit on the head. “Devlin and I are old friends. I know what he likes and what will make him peak.”

  Molly could not tear her gaze away from Devlin’s impressive erection. Its smooth helmet glistened with the moisture of the maid’s tongue.

  Yvette continued, “Use your hand at the base and guide the cock into your mouth, using a slight sucking motion.”

  Devlin’s hard flesh disappeared into the maid’s trim mouth, her curly blond hair bounced as her head bobbed up and down.

  Collapsing his elbows, he fell onto his back and groaned. The animalist growl sent ripples of arousal through her. It seemed the mighty marquess was completely at the mercy of Yvette’s mouth. Molly liked the thought that she too could have the same power over this magnificent man.

  “Now your turn,” the maid said.

  Tentatively, Molly clasped his erection in the same manner as the maid and wrapped her tongue around the head of the penis. It felt foreign to her tongue—warm, stiff and inviting. She opened her lips wider, slowly allowing the inside of her mouth to encompass all of his flesh.

  “That’s it. Take all of me into your sweet mouth.”

  With more confidence, Molly sucked, licked and fondled his cock and balls. She breathed heavily through her nose, her lungs burning for more air, but she did not want it to end. She was getting more and more inventive with her tongue when a hand stopped her.

  “I am too close, you must allow me to gain control,” Devlin said in a hoarse voice. Sweat beading upon his brow.

  Reluctantly, she shifted back and released his swollen staff. The seam of her labia was richly wet and throbbing. She wanted to do more, much more.

  Yvette nodded with pride. “You did well for a beginner.” The maid turned to Devlin. “She will make a wonderful courtesan for you.”

  Molly stammered, “Oh, I am not to—”

  “I am just her tutor,” Devlin added at the same time.

  Yvette smiled and nodded. “My lord, if you have no more need of me, I will return to the manor to help for this eve’s ball.”

  “You have my leave,” Devlin replied, ignoring the maid as she donned her clothes and left the circle of trees. His eyes were only for Molly, imagining what she would look like in his bedchamber, her skin glowing, her red hair framing her lovely face while it splayed across the white pillows.

  “Why do you look at me so?” Molly asked in a self-conscious tone. “May I continue with, with—”

  “No, it’s my turn to teach you how to receive pleasure.” Devlin rolled forward and on bended knees, lowered his lips to hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring the velvet recesses. She returned his kiss with a daring hunger that burned through him. Her reaction left him breathless, shaking his composed foundation. Whenever she was near, he could not maintain his indifference. It took all his will not ravish her on the ground, breaking her maidenhead and claiming her as his own.

  He pushed the lump of regret down his throat and pulled away. He had to preserve control. Sitting back on his hunches, he took a moment to cool his ardor and admire Molly’s curvaceous body. Her large breasts moved up an
d down with each breath she took, the rosy areolae covered most of her breasts while her nipples stood hard, ready for his attention. Molly’s lovely hands trembled by her side.

  “Relax, I will only give you pleasure today.”

  He could not read her expression when she looked up into the cloudless sky. A salty breeze lifted small bluebell flowers into the air and they landed upon her hair, adorning her face like a Greek goddess.

  He picked a flower out of her hair and lightly touched her breasts with its tender blue petals. She gasped and watched him closely, her eyes shimmered with expectation. He leaned over her and lashed his tongue across each nipple, giving each one attention until Molly writhed beneath him.

  Suppressing his straining erection and its need for pleasure, he shifted himself over her body, trailing his tongue all the way to her sacred place.

  “Open your legs,” he spoke more with need than command.

  Bit by bit, she widened her thighs, like a blooming rose opening to the sun. He licked his lips and studied her curly mound of auburn hair. In the sunlight, her arousal glistened along her inner lips, her musky scent arousing him beyond distraction.

  Unable to resist any longer, Devlin lapped at her delicious satin flesh. The bittersweet flavor glided across his tongue and he took the moment to savor the taste. He thrust his tongue inside her again, devouring her rich cream.

  Molly wildly bucked her hips, but he held her down, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit and then devouring her musky entrance. He could not get enough of her. He could lie here all day licking her, tasting her, feeding on her passion.

  She writhed in agony and soon her whole body shuddered. Exploding over and over again, she gave him more of her luscious nectar while her insides pulsated around his tongue.

  Once she gained control over her breathing, she propped up on her elbows, her face flushed. The becoming shade was erotic and adorable at the same time.

  “No vision is finer than when a woman finds her fulfillment,” he said.

  A smile beamed across her face, and she fell back, her hands in her hair. She stretched with satisfaction, and a sense of pride swelled within Devlin. He had given pleasure to many women, but this was the first time he felt truly sated without finding his own release.

  She sat up and leaned on her knees in front of him, her enticing breasts swaying. “I am ready to lose my maidenhead,” she offered quite innocently.

  Devlin groaned, his erection yearning to sink into her willing depths. However, he could not do it. He could not break her maidenhead, tainting her purity.

  His body burned for her, like no other, yet a dark pesky feeling inside denied him satisfaction. Rising to his feet, he offered her a hand and pulled her up to stand.

  Placing a chastise kiss on her lips, he muttered, “Another time, sweet Molly.”

  Turning, he gathered her clothing and helped Molly into her gown.

  “Another time?” she asked, a slightly hurt tone edging her voice.

  He cringed and gave a curt nod. He would not explain himself to her. Especially when could not explain it himself.

  She glanced over her shoulder to look into his face, trying to read his emotions. He shifted his eyes and cleared his throat. Schooling his features to an easy indifference, he pulled on his breeches and shrugged into his black shirt.

  “Do you not find me desirable?” she asked.

  With his back to her, he almost lost his balance as he pushed a foot into a difficult boot.

  Devlin faced her, his eyes blank. “Curse these obstinate boots!” Stamping the ground, his foot finally pushed into the shoe.

  “Did you not hear me?”

  “I would think the answer obvious,” he responded, and turned to find the exit to the circle of trees. Damn erection was cursedly uncomfortable.

  They rode back to the manor in silence, both lost in thoughts of frustration and desire.

  Molly glanced surreptitiously at him then quickly averted her eyes.

  He rolled his tongue around his mouth, her musky taste taunting him. He wanted to halt their mounts and taste her all over again, but quelled the sexual impulse. He had hurt her, but did not know what else to do. The feelings she created within him were new and not entirely helpful to his wager. Getting involved with Molly would only bring pain when she went up for auction. He must tutor her then let her go her own way.

  Sensing she was about to talk to him, he rode ahead. He was too vulnerable right now to blurt out his feelings. He had made that mistake with his cold-hearted mother.

  Taking a deep breath, he allowed the breeze to caress his face when he spurred his mount to a faster pace. He would never let a woman into his heart again, even the farm girl that stirred his blood.

  He walked Aphrodite through the stable doors and into her oversized stall. Devlin listened intently as Molly returned her mount, hoping she would seek him out in the end stall. But she did not come. Disappointment weighed heavily upon him. He poured extra oats into Aphrodite’s feeding trough and gave his horse an affectionate pat. Running his hand through his hair, frustration and guilt settled into his stomach.

  He should talk to Molly.

  Pushing the stall door open, he was about to leave when someone blocked his path.

  “She’s already left.” Lady Audrey’s eyes roamed his body with unabashed hunger.

  Devlin veiled his eyes. “Do you think I care?”

  Pursing her red lips, Audrey studied him like a hawk. “I think you do.”

  Devlin pushed past his betrothed, her strong floral perfume floating around her. “Perhaps your time would be better served by attending to your own business.”

  He walked the length of the stall, vowing to complete his tutoring so he could be free of Audrey.

  “My business is you, my lord husband,” she called after him. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

  Chapter Eight

  Strolling through the gardens, Kenneth stiffened when he saw Molly stride across the lawn from the stables. He thought spending a sex-filled afternoon with his brother’s betrothed would bring him satisfying retribution for taking Molly away, but Audrey’s lily-white skin could not match his desire for the unusual redhead.

  He stole a moment to observe her without noticing him. Her hands clenched at her sides, her long legs stomped with extended strides. She mumbled something beneath her breath. Her brow furrowed while her usual wide eyes squinted in vexation. Kenneth chuckled. He knew exactly who made her mad. It was only a matter of time. Ever since their mother died, his brother was incapable of feeling any emotion except contempt.

  Kenneth whistled a jolly tune and shoved his hands in his pockets.

  “You sound in a happy mood.” The butler stood behind him. His severe black coat outsized his slight frame.

  “I am,” Kenneth replied. “See that lovely vision walking up the stairs?”

  Joves peered around him and scowled. “The unworthy commoner that almost tripped on the last step?”

  Kenneth whirled around to see Molly straightening her shoulders and then opened the side glass door. “Yes,” he said and grinned. “That is she.”

  “Do not tell me you are interested in that…that ill bred—”

  “She is going to be mine, Joves.”

  “But, my lord.” The butler placed his hand on Kenneth’s arm.

  “I told you not to touch me.” Kenneth shrugged his shoulder and searched the area to ensure nobody had seen them.

  Joves stepped back. “I apologize. It will not happen again.”

  “It better not. Do you want people to suspect?”

  The old man shook his head, and his mouth thinned into a repentant twist.

  “Good. See to it my brother never touches Molly again.”

  Joves bowed. “As you wish.”

  Molly walked through the empty manor, curious as to where the guests were. How did over a hundred people suddenly disappear? The rooms were quiet, the staircase deserted. A creepy sensation gave her goose bump
s down her back. She hastened to her room and closed the door behind her.

  “Back so soon?”

  Molly jumped at a voice and twirled around. Yvette bustled around a table, placing a trencher of sweet meats and fruit on the lacey cloth.

  With a hand over her beating heart, she nodded and shuffled toward the food. Her stomach growled as she plopped a piece of tart apple into her mouth.

  Yvette frowned with concern. “Ma chérie, you look pale. Are you unwell?”

  “I just need a little nourishment,” she offered in way of an excuse.

  The maid shoved an overstuffed chair next to the table. Molly gratefully sat, observing the attractive woman while she stoked the fireplace.

  “Where is everyone?” Molly asked.

  “At this time, the guests rest in their rooms for the night’s activities.”

  Taking a large cauldron from the fireplace, Yvette poured hot water into a bronzed tub. Steam rose around her golden hair, caressing the smooth skin on her face. “Devlin ordered a bath for your use.”

  Molly gave an unfeminine huff. Why did he have to be so thoughtful? Especially after he ignored her on the ride home. He desired her but kept her at a distance. His disposition changed like old Jean’s windmill. “Does Devlin order a bath for all his women?”

  “No, my lady, er…Miss Molly, you are the only one who is afforded privacy. All the other guests use the commune bath downstairs.” Yvette winked, “However, much more goes on in the bath than cleaning oneself.”

  “I am in no doubt,” Molly answered, anticipating all the possibilities she could have with Devlin in a large bath. He would not be able to escape her then.

  Yvette helped Molly out of her dusty green gown and into the tub. Sighing as the warm water covered her body, Molly leaned her head against the metal rim. She closed her eyes and allowed the soothing water to relax her muscles.

  Yvette picked up a rose scented soap from a dish nearby and ran its smooth texture over Molly’s shoulders.

  “You are so tense,” she said. “I will try to help you.”