Her Gift - Bundle Pack

by Laurel Bennett

  “I love the way you lick my pussy,” Gretchen said to Sam.

  Trent’s eyes lifted to meet hers and Charlotte could not speak; she couldn’t find the wherewithal to give reason to her thoughts. Instead, she threaded her hands into his hair and held him tightly where she wanted him. He hummed against her clit as he suckled it lightly, his fingers thrusting slowly in and out of her body as he worked her. A slow, slurpy, wet noise rang around the room. But Charlotte couldn’t tell if it was her or Gretchen whose body sang with arousal.

  “I’m going to come!” Gretchen cried loudly. Charlotte looked over at the couple, and noted that Gretchen held herself open with two fingers for Sam to lick across her folds. Then he concentrated on what must have been the center of her pleasure, and Gretchen’s body spasmed wildly as she came.

  Trent began to hum slowly as he set a rhythm with his tongue and lips against Charlotte’s clit. Charlotte cried out. He nodded, his eyes watching her face as she closed her eyes, hung her head back and came. Charlotte held his head close against her pussy, her thigh clenching around his neck, drawing him closer and closer as her body bucked. His fingers pulled out of her and moved to hold her bottom as her legs grew weak. But she came. Dear God, she came, and came, and came. Trent drank from her, his gentle sucking becoming great licks across her clit, dipping deeper and farther with each stroke, until he licked from ass to clit with each stroke. Her body sang as he brought her back down from her orgasm slowly. He turned his head and wiped his mouth on the inside of her thigh, on her silk stockings.

  Charlotte unclenched her hands from his hair and pulled her leg from around his shoulder. Her legs were wobbly and weak. But he held her tightly in his arms as he stood up and pressed his shiny wet lips to hers. The musky scent of her clung to his mouth, and to hers as he kissed her.

  Sam and Gretchen traded places in the chair, and Gretchen moved to sit between Sam’s knees. He laid a pillow down for her on the floor and she settled between them. Gretchen’s head dipped slowly as she licked up and down the length of Sam’s cock.

  “I want to do that for you,” Charlotte whispered.

  Trent cupped her face in his hands as he asked, “Have you ever…?”

  She shook her head. “I want to learn.”

  “Hold her hair to the side, Sam, will you?” Trent called out.

  Sam smiled and gathered Gretchen’s hair into his fist at the back of her head. Gretchen purred against his cock, the sound low and vibrating through the room.

  Charlotte sank to her knees in front of Trent. He gathered her hair in a similar fashion. Charlotte watched as Gretchen licked up and down Sam’s shaft and she did the same to Trent. He groaned loudly as her tongue lapped around the head of his cock. The slit in the center wept and Charlotte lapped at it like a kitten with cream. “God, you’ll undo me,” Trent groaned. He tasted salty, but not unpleasant.

  “Take a little more, Gretch,” Sam urged, leaning forward a bit so he could tilt his cock toward Gretchen. She closed her mouth around the head of his cock and her cheeks sucked in as she applied suction. Charlotte did the same.

  Trent’s cock pulsed in her mouth as he groaned and began to push against her lips. “Just like that,” Trent encouraged. “Take a little more.”

  Charlotte opened her mouth wider, and circled her tongue around the head of cock with each shove and retreat. Trent’s breath hitched in his throat at her innocent exploration. “God, you suck my cock so well,” Trent encouraged. “Don’t stop,” he said, when she slowed down to watch Gretchen and Sam.

  Sam pulled Gretchen off his cock with a growl and shoved her over the back of the settee with her bottom in the air. He shoved himself inside her in one full motion, pressing so hard that Gretchen cried out as he pushed her forward. “Harder,” Gretchen cried as he slid out and pressed himself home again.

  Trent tried to pull his cock from Charlotte’s mouth but she mumbled around his length and sucked harder. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to please him.

  The sounds of lovemaking across the room pushed her farther than she’d ever thought she’d go. Trent held Charlotte’s hair back as he fucked her mouth, and she took every inch, all the way to the back of her throat. “That’s it. Take it all,” he said softly. Charlotte gagged and he pulled back a moment, but then he pushed his way forward. Charlotte’s hand at the base of his cock kept him from gagging her again. “That’s right. Suck my cock, Charlotte,” he growled. He rose onto his tiptoes, his hips flexing as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, he stopped moving. “Pull back, Charlotte.”

  Charlotte muttered against his cock and pulled him in deeper. She sucked harder, and began to stroke her hand and down his cock in rhythm with her sucks at the head of his manhood.

  “Stop, Char, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

  Charlotte nodded frantically, her hand still pumping up and down his steely length, and her tongue working frantically as she sucked him to completion. She could do this. She could please him. She could make him come in her mouth. She could make him happy.

  “Stop, Charlotte,” he begged. But his hips continued to press his cock in and out of her mouth. He didn’t stop. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned, rising up on his tiptoes again.

  She nodded and swallowed the spit in her mouth, unconsciously preparing herself for the tumult to come. He groaned as his seed flooded her mouth, and she swallowed the salty fluid as quickly as she could as he pulsed inside the hot cavern of her mouth. His cock grew longer and even firmer in her grip as he erupted. She continued to suck at him, her hand shuttling up and down his cock until he stopped rocking forward, he stopped pressing against her lips. Charlotte swallowed one last time and let him pop free of her mouth.

  “Oh, my God,” Trent swore as he pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her.

  In the clearing, Sam surged into Gretchen one final time and came inside her, riding her until he was spent. She cried out, “No more, Sam. I can’t take anymore.” He slowed his thrusts and pulled his swollen member slowly from her depths. He collapsed onto the settee and pulled her across his lap.

  “I want to try that,” Charlotte whispered into Trent’s ear.

  He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly, then wiped at the edge of her mouth where some of his seed had spilled. She turned her head and licked it from the side of his thumb, which made him toss his head back and laugh. “When I finally get to fuck you, there will not be an audience.”

  “When do you think that might be?” she asked, feeing particularly precocious there, safe in his arms.

  “Soon.” That was all he said. Just soon.

  Very soon if Charlotte had any say in the matter. A purple butterfly landed on her naked shoulder as Trent pressed his lips to the other. Very soon.

  Her Gift – The Wedding

  By Laurel Bennett

  “If you pace by that window one more time, Randallshire, I’ll be forced to put you out of your misery,” the Duke of Charburton intoned from across the room, where he did a superb job of looking absolutely bored with the whole situation. Here Trent was going out of his mind with worry, and the duke and duchess could do nothing but smirk at him. They were taking great pleasure in the fact that he’d been laid low by a mere slip of a woman. One who held his heart and soul in her hands. One he wanted to bed more than he wanted his next breath. But he wanted to marry her more than he wanted to do that.

  The duchess laid her hand on her husband’s arm and said softly, “Don’t tease him so, Charles. He’s obviously upset.”

  Upset didn’t begin to describe what he was feeling. “What if she says no?” he finally asked. The question had been rolling over and over in his mind for days. “What if she doesn’t want to marry me?”

  “Well, I can’t think of any reason why a sane woman would decide to do so…” the duke said. His duchess punched him in the arm.

  “Easy, darling, or I’ll have to turn you over my knee,” the duke growled at his wife.
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br />   “Promises, promises,” she purred back at him, her fingertip trailing down his arm.

  “Will you two knock it off? You’re making me want to cast up my accounts.”

  They looked mildly amused. The duchess jumped to her feet and walked across the room to face him. She took Trent’s shoulders in her hands and made Trent look up. “What are you afraid of?”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  “Then go and ask the lady, already.” This time, she punched Trent’s arm. “What are you waiting for?”

  “I’m afraid I’m going to have to tell her about my relationship with her husband.”

  Mary winced. “Tough luck, there.”

  “What I don’t know is how much I should tell her. She may hate me if I tell her everything.”

  “And you’ll hate yourself more if you don’t tell her enough.” Charles motioned to his wife. “Come along darling. We’ll let him stew in his own misery.”

  “Do you want me to go and talk with her?” Mary cocked her head at Trent.

  “What would you say to her?”

  “I could tell her I want to seduce her.” She grinned unrepentantly.

  “You’ve done that before.”

  “And thoroughly enjoyed it.”

  “This isn’t amusing,” Trent grumbled.

  “When will you see her again?” Charles asked.

  Trent shrugged. He wasn’t certain. “She went home for a bit this morning. I didn’t expect her to leave. And I’m not certain what she’s doing.” He gnawed on his thumbnail until Mary pulled his hand from his mouth.

  “Stop that. You have yourself in a fit of the vapors over nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing.” He wanted to marry the lady. He wanted to see her grow fat with his child. He wanted to wake up in bed with her every morning, and go to sleep with her tucked beneath his arm every night. He wanted a life with her.

  “Just bed the chit and be done with it,” Charles said drolly. “It’s quite obvious she wants you. And after the way you said she sucked your cock in the butterfly house, you’re a sure thing.”

  “I want to marry as much as I want to bed her.”

  “See? Inner turmoil is what you get when you try to be a gentleman. You should join the ranks of those of us who just don’t care and you’d be a much happier man.”

  “You are such a liar.” Trent couldn’t keep the corners of his lips from tipping up in a grin.

  “I’m still willing to go and talk with her,” Mary said.

  Trent heaved a sigh. “No. I’ll talk with her myself.”

  As Mary and Charles let the butler lead them to the front door, he sat down to write a missive.

  Dearest Charlotte,

  Will you come to me tonight?

  I will fetch you after supper.

  Fondly,

  Trent

  Trent called for the butler and sent his note off to Charlotte. He would tell her everything she needed to know. Then he would wait for her to slam the door on all his dreams for the future. A future with her by his side.

  ***

  Mary stood in wait inside the front door as the butler bustled back in their direction. “Your Grace,” the man said. “Was there something else you needed?”

  “Yes,” Mary said as she plucked the note from this grasp. As he protested, she stepped up on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his weathered old cheek. The man’s cheek’s reddened. “Thank you,” she said softly.

  “Yes, Your Grace,” he replied with a hint of a smile. “Go and get her, will you?” he asked.

  “Never doubt it,” Mary said as she tapped his chest with the missive. “I always get what I want.”

  He gave her a look that said he didn’t doubt it one bit.

  “I hope you want them to marry.”

  She winked and turned on her heel, and climbed into her waiting carriage. “I’ll drop you off at home, Charles,” Mary said. “I have an errand to run.”

  He just smiled and shook his head.

  ***

  Charlotte looked up from her writing desk when her maid entered. “My lady, you have a visitor.” The maid looked a little put out. “It’s the Duchess of Charburton.” She held out a gilded card on a silver salver.

  Of course the staff would be all atwitter at the idea of a duchess visiting their home. “Show her in, please, and bring some tea and sandwiches?”

  The maid dipped into a quick curtsy just before Mary bustled into the room all on her own. “I hope you don’t mind me showing myself inside.”

  Charlotte laughed. “Would it matter if I did?” She motioned toward the settee. “Do have a seat.”

  Mary perched her bottom on the edge of the seat and began to tug off her gloves. When she was done, she asked bluntly, “What are your intentions with Trent?”

  Charlotte had never been more surprised. She laid a hand on her chest to stop the frantic thudding of her heart. “I’m not certain what you mean.”

  “You plan to bed him.”

  Heat crept up Charlotte’s cheeks. “Yes, that was the idea of it.”

  “Do you plan for more?” She laid her gloves delicately across her lap. “I’m asking because I love him. Like a brother, you understand,” she went on to clarify. “I have known him for a very long time. And I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

  “You think I’ll hurt him.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Mary thought she would hurt Trent. How laughable.

  “I think you could tear him asunder. I have never seen him in such an upheaval.” She held out a note that had Trent’s elegant scrawl on the outside. “I intercepted this from his butler this morning. Don’t blame him.”

  Charlotte took the note with shaky fingers. She’d just left Trent a few hours before. And the only reason she’d left was because she had things to take care of at home. And callers to attend to that day. They’d just left.

  “What would you do if he asked you to marry you?” Mary said in a big rush of breath.

  “He doesn’t want to marry me.” Charlotte shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them wide and blurted out the words. “I can’t even get him to fuck me, much less marry me.”

  Mary covered her lips with the tips of her fingers.

  “This is not amusing.”

  “Just hearing that word leave your lips has made my week.” She snorted loudly as she laughed. It was quite endearing, actually.

  “I have offered myself to him on a silver platter and he has yet to want me.”

  “Oh, good grief, he does want you.” She narrowed her eyes at Charlotte. “Do you want him?” She held up a hand to stop the rush of words that formed in Charlotte’s mind. “A better question would be -- could you love him? Really love him? He deserves to be loved.”

  “I’m not certain he wants love from me,” Charlotte said. She was fairly certain that wasn’t on his agenda.

  “Oh, dear God, the two of you are blind as bats.” She got to her feet and motioned for Charlotte to join her. “Show me your wardrobe. We’re going to choose a perfect gown for tonight.”

  “What’s happening tonight?”

  Mary fluttered her hands at Charlotte. “You will get fucked.”

  “I certainly hope so.”

  ***

  Trent came to retrieve Charlotte himself, and she was quite surprised that he hadn’t just sent a carriage to fetch her as he normally did. “To what do I owe the honor?” Charlotte asked.

  “I need to talk to you about a few things. And I thought the carriage might be the perfect place, since you’re unlikely to jump out of a moving conveyance.”

  Charlotte was immediately on guard. “What do you have to talk with me about?”

  He led her toward the waiting carriage and didn’t speak until she rested against the squabs. “I need to tell you about my dealings with your husband. So, that you can fully understand.”

  “All right,” Charlotte said hesitantly. He took her hand in his and drew it into his lap. His thumb traced a
lazy circle on his on the back of her hand. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her. She sat back and waited. It nearly killed her, but she did it.

  “Your husband tried to join our world.”

  “He was a peer,” Charlotte began.

  “Not that world. The world of Decadence. The life of sin and debauchery. Of sexual promise. Of liaisons and safe and consensual sex. My world.”

  “The world you’ve been introducing me to.”

  “What you have seen so far are my eccentricities,” he said with a chuckle. “Merely a hint of the world I would love to explore with you if you are willing.” He took a deep breath and forged on. “There’s more. There’s a darker side to it. Sometimes the wrong people are admitted at a gathering. Your husband was one of them.”

  Charlotte tried to pull her hand from his but he didn’t let go. Instead, he turned to face her in the carriage, and raised one arm to rest along the back of the squabs.

  “Your husband came there with a woman once.”

  “Who was she?”

  “She was the daughter of a courtesan.” He waved a breezy hand in the air. “Who she was is not of any importance. What matters is what happened that night.”

  “Pray continue.” Charlotte’s heart was beating so hard within her chest that she was afraid she would expire.

  “He took her into a room where others can look on. It was our first dealing with him. We had no idea what to expect. We should have known better. I knew from the look in his eye that there was evil inside him. I should have listened to my gut.” He heaved a sigh. “I didn’t.”

  “What happened?”

  “He was an evil man. Full of hatred. And we knew immediately that things were going poorly. But none of us could get into the room.” His voice cracked. “It wasn’t until blood was spilled that we were able to get in the room and get her out.” His voice quivered. “Lots of blood. So much I’ll never forget it.”