Never Kiss a Duke

by Megan Frampton

  “Tell me.” He moved his palm so it was on the inside of her leg, then began to draw it slowly up. Past her knee and onto her thigh, where it rested for a moment as he met her gaze.

  She took a deep breath, licking her lips. “I know that your part there is your cock.” She nodded toward his trousers, emphasizing the k part, and accompanying her word with another lick of her lips. “And that your cock goes inside me.”

  “Or in your mouth,” he suggested.

  Her expression grew sensual. “Yes, I’ve seen that, it looks quite intriguing.”

  The thought of her watching and getting excited by viewing the act made him even harder. Would she want to be watched by others as she sucked him? As he was fucking her?

  Another appealing image. He reached down to adjust his erection, and she shook her head.

  “No. That is mine right now, not yours.” She lifted her chin. “Undo your trousers.”

  “Are we wagering anything?”

  He didn’t know if he could speak more than a few words, much less come up with a suitable wager, but he had promised they would be testing the idea out tonight. Even though doing anything but indulging in slow carnality was not at all appealing.

  She shrugged. “Maybe later. Right now, I bet that you can teach me some things that will be . . . intriguing for both of us.” She winked at her play on words. “Undo your trousers,” she said again.

  His hand went to the placket of his trousers, and he began to undo them, watching her as he did so. Her gaze was fastened on what his fingers were doing, and her eyes widened as he drew his cock out from his smallclothes.

  “Oh,” she gasped, biting her lip.

  “Is that a good ‘oh’?” If it wasn’t, he didn’t want to know, but he needed to ask, to make certain she was still on board with all of this.

  She nodded. “Mm-hm.”

  “Do you want to see me touch myself? So you can touch me?” His voice was ragged.

  “Mm-hm.”

  “Take the top part of your gown off.”

  She glanced up at him, the corner of her mouth lifting in a half smile. As though she knew just what torment she was about to put him through.

  “Do you want to see my breasts?” she asked, sliding the gown off one of her shoulders.

  “I want to see them and then I want to kiss them, Ivy. Suck on them until you beg for mercy.”

  He saw her shiver as she undid the other shoulder. Then, still meeting his gaze, she got onto her knees and moved forward so she was at the edge of the table facing him. His gaze lowered to her breasts, which were at eye level. He waited as she slid her arms out through the armholes, shimmying so the whole front fell forward.

  Her corset didn’t cover the tops of her breasts, but her shift did. And he desperately wanted to see her nipples. Wanting to know how they tasted, too.

  “Your corset.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said impudently, reaching one hand around to loosen the strings. She undid them, tossing the corset to one side.

  Now she was just in her shift, her gown bunched around her waist. She gestured to the shift. “This, too, I suppose?”

  “Now, Ivy.”

  She chuckled, positioning herself so she could pull the garment up and over her head. That, too, got tossed to the side.

  “Lord, Ivy.” Her breasts were gorgeous—full, and round, and topped with cherry-colored nipples. Darker than he had imagined.

  His hands covered them, and then he leaned forward to draw his mouth from the top of her chest to one plump breast. Sucking the soft skin into his mouth, dragging his teeth gently on the delicious bite, then wrapping his lips around her nipple.

  “Ahhh,” she moaned, and she shifted forward so her body was on the edge of the table. He wrapped his arms around her, moving so his cock was pressed up against her mound.

  Knowing she could feel how hard he was.

  He sucked and licked her nipple, playing with it as it grew taut, hearing her soft sighs and moans above his head.

  “More, Sebastian,” she said, putting her fingers in his hair to press him closer. His face was buried in her soft curves, and his hips had unconsciously started a rhythmic press against her.

  He hadn’t come like this since he was young, but he knew he could with her and be just as satiated as if he were cock-deep inside.

  He drew back, releasing her nipple from his mouth with a satisfying pop. He glanced up at her face, flushed with desire. “Take your gown entirely off,” he commanded, leaning down to toe his shoes off as he spoke. Quickly followed by his trousers, and then his shirt, which he drew over his head.

  She hadn’t moved. Instead, she was staring at him, an avidly curious look on her face. He had always known he was handsome, and that his body was pleasing for ladies to regard, but he’d never felt so intensely regarded before. Just like everything she put her attention to, her focus was intense and direct.

  “Your gown?” he prompted, gesturing to her.

  She took one last look at him, then hopped off the table, bending forward to pick the bottom of her gown up and over her head.

  And just as he’d imagined it, she was entirely naked except for her shoes and stockings. Her waist was small, curving into wide hips, surrounding the patch of dark hair at her entrance.

  He reluctantly raised his eyes to her face. She looked apprehensive.

  “What is it?” he asked. “We can stop, if you want.”

  She was already shaking her head before he finished speaking. “No, I just”—she gestured to herself, then at him—“I’m—and you’re—and I don’t know.”

  He stepped forward, placing his hands at her waist and bringing her close against him. His cock arched into her soft belly, and he couldn’t suppress a groan. “You’re gorgeous, Ivy. All of this soft roundness, your curves. I can’t wait to touch you everywhere and bury myself in your warmth.”

  She looked up at him, her hands at the small of his back. He watched her expression shift into a mischievous one as she put one palm on the cheek of his arse, squeezing. Then she leaned her head over to one side, peering around to look at his back. “My goodness, Sebastian. Your”—and she squeezed again to indicate what she was talking about—“is remarkable.”

  He uttered an unexpected laugh. “Remarkable? I have never heard my arse described that way. Or any way at all, honestly.” He slid his hands around her back and clasped her arse in them, squeezing as she had. “Soft and round, like a peach.”

  She looked at him as she took a deep breath. His arse still in her grip.

  “It’s time for you to teach me, Sebastian.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Lie back on the table.”

  She glanced behind her, skeptical that she could hop back up without looking ridiculous, given that she was both naked and short.

  “I’ll help.” He didn’t wait for her to reply, but put his hands at her waist and lifted her effortlessly.

  The green felt of the table tickled her skin. She glanced around, spotting the blanket he’d left folded on the chair. “I think we should put that down. I don’t want to have to cover this again.”

  “Always practical,” he replied, a wry grin on his face. He unfolded the blanket, laying it on the table, then tucking it under her as she raised herself up on her arms.

  “And now you,” she said, indicating he should join her.

  He vaulted onto the table with ease, lying down as he rolled her on top of him. Every part of them was pressed together, skin to skin, his erection pressing into her body, his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.

  “I’m not hurting you?” she asked.

  “Only in the best way, Ivy.”

  “So—what now?”

  “What do you want to do?”

  She liked that he asked her, even though obviously he was the more experienced with all of this. “I want to see what you taste like. I want to put your cock in my mouth.”

  She felt him shudder as his eyes closed. “God, yes, I
vy.”

  She raised herself up off his body, shifting down so she was right there. It was large, and long, and appeared to defy gravity by waving in the air. It did look rather funny, come to think of it.

  Not that she’d tell him that.

  She took it in her hand, wrapping her grip around him. He uttered a groan.

  “Too tight?” she asked, relaxing her grip.

  “No, tighter.”

  Hm. Interesting. She tightened her grip, and then leaned forward to lick the top part with her tongue. Swirling it around the head of his cock as though it was an ice.

  From the sounds he was making, he liked that a lot.

  “Can you—can you take me inside your mouth?”

  “I’ll try. You’re awfully big,” she replied.

  He chuckled, which sounded more like another groan.

  “Or my mouth is small.”

  “I like the first option better,” he said, sounding strained.

  She opened her mouth and guided his cock into it. It tasted musky, and she inhaled his scent as she continued to lick him.

  “Yes. Like that. God, Ivy,” he said, his hand coming to rest on her head. She slid her mouth down as far as she could. “Slide your hand up and down, like this,” he said, putting his hand on hers. She followed his rhythm, moving her mouth in concert with her hand. She could feel him tremble and shudder, and she relished how powerful she felt.

  She kept it up for a few minutes, until he squeezed her shoulder. “You should stop, it’s—I don’t want to spend before I get the chance to make you come.”

  She didn’t understand entirely what he had said, but she understood the gist of it, so she drew her mouth off him. His cock was wet from her mouth.

  He opened his eyes and looked at her as though he was dazed. She had done that. Ivy, Risk Taker and Business Owner, had brought Sebastian to this mindless state with her mouth and hand.

  Excellent work, Ivy, she thought, leaning back on her heels.

  He propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze slowly returning to one of sensual appraisal. “That was incredible,” he said, shaking his head. “And now let me show you what I can do.”

  Within seconds, she was on her back and he was lying next to her, one leg slung over her body. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding across her body, lingering on her hip, moving closer to there with each caress.

  And then he was there, and she gasped against his mouth, her body arching up off the table.

  His fingers stroked her, just where her body was clamoring for him. He broke the kiss, now moving so he could kiss her breast. Take the other nipple into his mouth.

  It was nearly overwhelming, but she didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

  “Do you like this, Ivy?” he murmured against her skin.

  She made some inarticulate noise of approval, and he chuckled.

  His fingers began a slow, rhythmic caress there. “Is that—what are you touching?”

  He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “It’s your cunt, Ivy. Did you not know what to call it before?” The grin on his face was wicked. “Say it,” he urged.

  “You’ve got your fingers in my cunt,” she replied, sounding breathless.

  “I’ve got my fingers in your sweet cunt, Ivy,” he corrected. “And I know it’s sweet even though I haven’t tasted it yet.”

  Her eyes widened; so it was something people did. Something he did.

  “Does that idea intrigue you?” he asked softly. He kissed her breast again, then began to make his way down her body. “The thought of me kissing you there?”

  “Mmph,” she replied, hardly able to think, much less speak.

  He pressed a kiss against her belly, and then shifted so he was right there, his face right there, looking at her most intimate place.

  Her cunt.

  And then he licked her, and she yelped, banging her hands down on the table.

  “Is this all right?” he asked. “Remember we can stop if this is too much.”

  “It is,” she began, only to shake her head as he began to draw away. “It is too much, but I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop, Sebastian,” she said in a pleading voice.

  “Tell me what you don’t want me to stop,” he said. He kept his intense gaze locked with hers. “Tell me,” he said again, caressing her there.

  “I don’t want you to stop kissing my—my cunt,” she answered, adding a moan as he immediately returned to kissing her there.

  Oh God, and then it was just his mouth, and his fingers, and how it felt as though something was churning low and powerful in her belly, and she never wanted him to stop, and something was building, and she felt it everywhere—in her breasts, all over her skin, there where he was kissing her. And then—

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—aah,” she cried as the feeling hit its peak, and she rode the sensation for what felt like hours before finally returning to some sort of consciousness.

  He was still gazing at her intently, a powerful look of satisfaction on his face. “You came, Ivy. How did it feel?”

  “You know how it felt,” she replied.

  “Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

  “It felt wonderful. As though I were gliding on a cloud being swept up into the sky.” She paused. “Is that how it feels for you?”

  “It is. But I think that with you it will feel the best it ever has.”

  He brought himself back up so he was face-to-face with her. His mouth was moist—from her. His hand rested on her breast, his fingers caressing it lightly.

  “And now what?” she asked. She could feel his erection hard and hot against her leg. “And now will you put your cock in my cunt?”

  His eyes fluttered closed, and she grinned. To be able to evoke that much of a response from him, he who had likely done this with many women before. But she knew it was different with her. She knew that, even though she didn’t know how she knew that.

  “I want to,” he answered at last, opening his amber eyes. So beautiful, and so focused on her. “I want to assure you, though, that there will be no . . . consequences.”

  She frowned in confusion for a moment, then felt herself blush. She hadn’t even thought of that when she’d been anticipating the evening. “Oh. Yes. Well. Proceed,” she said, lifting her hand in a vague directional manner.

  “Proceed?” He sounded amused.

  “I don’t know what one says in this situation.” Her tone was both exasperated and embarrassed.

  “Stroke me again, like you were.”

  She reached down between them to take hold of him, gripping him tightly as it seemed he liked. He throbbed against her fingers.

  “Yes, like that,” he murmured. The top of him felt wet, the slickness making it easier to slide her hand up and down.

  “Are you ready, Ivy?” he asked, placing his hand over hers. The two of them stroked his shaft, him biting his lip as he closed his eyes.

  “I am. Now, Sebastian,” she ordered, making his lips curl up in a smile of acknowledgment.

  “So bossy,” he said. He moved to position himself there, and she held her breath as she waited.

  She felt something at her entrance, and then he began to push inside. It felt like too much, and she gasped.

  “Should I stop?” he asked in a strained voice.

  “No.” She shifted to widen her legs, reminding herself to breathe. And then he pushed in more, and it felt tight, so tight, and then he groaned and moved so he was entirely inside, his hips pressing against hers.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “I am fine. And you?” This conversation sounded more like one they would have over tea, not naked on a gaming table. She giggled at the thought.

  “You’re laughing?” he asked.

  “It’s—never mind, I’ll explain later. Just—just do whatever it is that happens next.”

  “We might have to work on your words of seduction,” he replied dryly. But then he began to move, pulling out, and then pushing b
ack in again. The first few times hurt, but then the hurt began to be accompanied by a pleasantly building pressure, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around him and putting her hands back on his deliciously firm arse.

  “Like that,” he said. “Move with me.”

  She did, and her movements seemed to unlock something inside him, and he moved faster and faster, his arms bracing his body above hers, his gaze locked down there where they were joined. She looked, too, and then she couldn’t take her eyes away, at the sight of his cock thrusting into her, at his flexing stomach muscles.

  He performed a few more urgent thrusts, and then he withdrew entirely, flinging his head back as a warm liquid spilled on her belly. He held himself, giving a few more strokes, and then collapsed on top of her, panting.

  “Well,” she said at last, when his breathing had returned to normal, “this is certainly going to change our employer/employee relationship.”

  She felt him start to laugh, and she joined in, both of them giving full expression to their joy.

  She would miss this, miss him, when he was gone.

  Not that she could think about that now. Now was the time for laughter, for enjoying the passion they’d just shared.

  But still. She knew she would never be the same, and it wasn’t just because she was no longer a virgin.

  “Well,” Sebastian said when he could catch his breath. “That was tremendous.”

  He felt her nod. “It was. And we didn’t use the ribbons,” she observed.

  “Next time,” he promised.

  He shifted off her, wincing as his knees dragged along the table. If he were going to keep this up, he’d have to invest in some knee-padding.

  And then he laughed again.

  Had he ever laughed so much with a sexual partner before? He knew the answer to that. He’d seldom engaged in much conversation with any of his partners, to be honest, so he knew he certainly hadn’t laughed a lot with them.

  “Let me clean you up,” he said, leaning off the table to snag his neckcloth from the floor.

  “Don’t fall!” she said, grabbing his backside.

  He turned and grinned at her. “Is that just an excuse to touch me again? Because you don’t need one.” He wanted to feel her hands all over him. He liked how it made him feel, knowing she admired and desired his body.