by Lacy Danes
“I do believe I shall have you use your mouth to ease me. Or…” He gripped her hip and rolled her onto her side. His finger slid between the globes of her bottom cheeks and then pressed against her bum hole. “Here.”
It had to be a dream. For who would want to diddle her there?
His finger pressed into her bottom, and she squirmed and pulled her hips away from him.
“Try to relax your muscles. It will hurt otherwise.” His finger pressed in. “I am sure Adam was fooling, but does that hurt your tear?”
She bit her lip as his thigh pressed her legs, pinning her in the position. Goosepins raced along her skin, and she trembled.
“Ah… No… Not at all, I see.” He wiggled his finger and slipped farther into the star of her bottom.
Her muscles contracted against him as her body turned hot and cold all at once. His teeth bit down on her shoulder.
Creak.
A board on the wooden flood squeaked. He released her shoulder and turned his head toward the noise. “It is about time. Where have you been?”
“I didn’t realize I had an appointed time.” Adam’s deep voice echoed in the blackness as if it were a fire casting warmth on a cold night.
“I thought you were Sibila.”
“No, I am not. I came to check on Miss Grey. I had hoped to find her sleeping.” His voice was firm and angry.
Adam was here. Her skin heated, and a tingling bloomed through the flesh between her thighs.
“Not likely. I need to be eased, and Sibila is nowhere to be found.”
There was a long pause.
He slowly pulled his finger out of her bottom. Her muscles twitched as the tip popped out of the muscled ring. How odd that him placing his finger in her bottom and removing it gave her some form of strange awareness. Or was it simply because Adam was here? She swallowed hard.
“If it is Sibila you seek, she can be found.” Adam’s words rang flat. Yet every word trailed her skin like the finest silk. Her nipples tingled to hard points.
“I am already here and I am not about to go chasing any woman about the house.”
Adam ignored him. “Miss Grey, are you well?”
“Don’t be a bore, Adam.” He tapped up her hip to her stomach.
“All the same. Miss Grey, are you well?”
The other man’s fingers reached her breast, and he gently traced the full swell of her curves. Tingles seeped into the flesh, and she arched, pressing her breast more fully into the contact. She could not help her body’s response. It was shameful. It was wanton. In her mind, it was Adam who touched her. Adam who made her respond this way.
“She is quite well, Adam.”
“I wish to hear her words, Christon.”
It was the master’s eldest. The one who was to wed Miss Button. The one who had futtered Sibila on the table at dinner.
She needed to let Adam know she was well. “I—”
Christon’s hand that held her wrist released and slid to cover her mouth. “I do not wish her to say a word, Adam. If you want to join me, you may. But don’t attempt to tell me what to do. Even in the attempt to find out how this servant is.”
Adam’s footfalls fell on the wood of her bedchamber. “Make room, Christon. I came to check on Miss Grey and I am not leaving until I have done so.”
Emily’s heart jumped into her throat. What happened from here? Her hands trembled. Adam would protect her. He had taken the cane for her already. If this was part of her duty, she wanted him to be there. She was not ready for another man to touch her, but simply having him in the room made her body respond, and if he touched her too, she could survive this encounter. She could. She would. She would be fine.
Christon shifted on the mattress and Adam sat on the edge. Fabric rustled and boots hit the floor.
“Bloody hell, Adam. Did I say this was a comfort spend?”
“Damn well is, Christon.” Adam crawled over the top of them both and laid his large frame between her and the wall.
Emily shifted, and Christon’s hand slid from her mouth.
Adam’s warm breath heated her ear. “All will be well. Do what you saw Sibila do to me in the barn.”
She could not speak. The image of Sibila on the floor of the stall sucking on Adam’s long, sleek prick flashed to her mind. She would put Christon’s—
She swallowed hard. What would that taste like? Her tongue slid out and traced her lips. She would find out. Adam’s soft lips touched hers. Gently, they moved against her mouth. His tongue traced the outer contour, then lingered at the center. Her heart leapt, and she sighed, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
Christon shifted his hands to her breasts, pinching and massaging. Her hands, now free of Christon’s hold, fisted into Adam’s shirt, seeking his body’s warmth, his reassurance. She wanted him and no one else. She would do as he told her was best. He would not let anything of consequence happen to her.
One of Christon’s hands released and slid down her back to his cock. His hands jerked against her, gripping himself. His lips came down on her shoulder, and he slid the tip of his cock into the crack of her bottom. His warm, wet tongue fluttered and traced the curve of her shoulder and his teeth bit.
Her lips broke from Adam’s. “Ouch!” Her inner muscles clenched. Adam’s mouth traced her ear and tingles shot up to her breasts. “I will keep our promise,” he whispered. “But I must act as if I know your body carnally. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded slowly.
Christon flexed his hips forward, the tip of his cock sliding along her crack and between her legs. He moaned and thrust his hips harder.
“Now up on your knees.” Adam’s breath warmed her skin. “Mouth to Christon.”
“Capital, Adam. So good of you to remember your place in my pleasure.”
Adam gritted his teeth so hard they ground against her ear. Adam slid his hand down her arm and gently guided her up. He turned her body so his chest pressed to her back. He grasped her long, braided hair and, as Christon laid down flat on the mattress before her, Adam coiled the long strands about his palm. His other hand trailed slowly from her shoulder down her spine, painting her back in a caring sensation.
She trembled, arching her bottom toward him. He was so firm yet gentle with her. She wanted him. Wanted him to truly take her.
Adam pulled her hair taut. Pinpricks caressed her scalp and trembled down her body. He gently released the tension, and her head instinctively dropped to Christon’s lap. Christon continued to stroke his length. He released his cock and reached for her breast once again. Emily licked her lips, then, with her tongue still out, trailed her saliva along the tip of Christon’s round head. She flicked the tip under the ridge, gathering his tangy and salty essence. Her lips rounded the top and she hesitated. What did she do now?
Christon thrust up before she could move. His cock slid into her wet mouth, hard and firm, then it drew out and disappeared. She thrust out her tongue and tried to regain her awareness. Adam twisted the hair in his grasp, sending pinpricks down her spine. Before she could adjust, Christon thrust his hips up, his cock catching her slightly parted mouth, and slid inside.
Adam twisted her hair again, lifting her head up and down, not allowing Christon to slide too hastily into her mouth and down her throat. She relaxed. He even protected her in this act. She wanted to bring him pleasure. To please him as she now pleased Christon with her mouth.
“Use your tongue more,” Christon ground out in frustration.
She flicked the tip of her tongue at the ridge each time he slipped past her lips and into her wetness. This was not so bad.
“Oh yeah. Oh oh! Lick my bollocks. Now!” Christon fisted his hands into the coverlet on the mattress.
Gliding her tongue down the length of his shaft, she fluttered it into the hairs of his balls. What was she to do with all this hair? She pulled her head back slightly and flicked her tongue through the short, coarse strands in search of his skin.
“Now!”
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br /> Adam grasped her hip. Heat seeped deep down to her bones. He clenched her hair harder and rubbed his hips against her bare bottom. The length of his phallus extended against her soft skin and hung heavy between her thighs. She concentrated on the long stiffness so close to joining them together, and her nether lips dampened uncontrollably. She swallowed as he dropped her head down onto Christon’s sac.
She sucked the loose flesh into her lips and pulled the balls into her mouth. Adam pulled her head back. Her tongue glided up Christon’s smooth skin. Adam adjusted his hips and his cock glided along her dewed lips, the crown parting her hairs. Pleasure coiled through her belly and she moaned deep and loud. Adam’s thighs trembled behind her. She wanted him inside her, stretching her wide as his hands had done in the hall against the window. Christon pushed his hips off the bed, and his cock touched the back of her throat.
She gagged.
“That’s it, love. Just like that. Such a lovely sound.”
She was not Christon’s love. Christon could not love anyone but himself.
Adam pulled the soft silk of her hair, twisting it more tightly around his hand. He had not wanted Christon to take control. Keep your thoughts on her, not on the pulsing need gripping your cock. He gritted his teeth. The heat from her cunt smothered his weeping hardness as he slid forward again between her legs.
She squirmed against him, rubbing her slick wetness on his hot skin. Damn, waves of tingles contracted his sac. He wanted inside her, but not with Christon in the room. Not with any of the masters around. He needed to be who he always was with them. Not who he wanted to be with her. She needed him, and he would not disappoint her. He had already done that once. He did not want her tears again. Not because he introduced her to this place. Christon simply needed to be sucked until he shattered so he could forget for one fleeting moment who he was and what he had become. He would do and say anything to obtain that.
Adam would prove his servitude with Miss Grey’s mouth. He would do all he could to keep Christon’s prick away from her other blissful places. She shifted her hips as her head went down on Christon’s cock once more. Her thighs squeezed his length, and the scent of rose soap and her arousal trickled up between them. Adam moaned. Why did her scent alone send waves of heat pulsing through him?
He could spend simply sliding back and forth between her thighs with her scent in the air. If Christon could achieve his euphoria and leave the room, he could tell Miss Grey… He could tell Miss Grey…
He shook his head. No. She needed to leave here, and his promise to his mother made it impossible for him to go with her.
Dash it. He wished he could see her face—Miss Grey’s lips flaring open with each lowering of Adam’s hand and the thrust of Christon hips. Her saliva drooling down Christon’s length. Her expression…
He squeezed his eyes shut. Did she enjoy this? Of course she did. The smell of her arousal was pushing his need. But did she enjoy pleasuring Christon? He rocked his hips from right to left into the lushness of her bottom, and her body trembled against him. He pulled her hair and Christon’s tip popped out of her mouth with a sloppy sound.
“That’s it, love. I am so close. Do that again!” Christon said, heavy with passion.
The dog. His stomach clenched. Get this done so he could…could… Bloody hell. So he could futter her thighs? He clenched his teeth. Not likely. He lowered her hair back down.
Her back arched, pushing her bottom against him, parting her thighs, begging him with her body to continue stroking against her. The heat and wetness of her cunt lapped at his cockhead.
He thrust his cock hard between her thighs and away from her loving hole. She squirmed in protest, and jabbed her hips back harder.
He let his hand down, and she continued to lick and suck Christon’s peg, as her fingers wrapped about Adam’s cock between her legs.
He jumped at the tender yet unsure touch. He dropped her head back down. She placed the tip of his weeping cockhead at her opening. Oh God. The slickness gripped him, and his sac pulsed. Without hesitating, she pushed back, and he pulled away. No he would not take her like this. She deserved more. But oh! Pricks of pleasure waved through his buttocks, and he shuddered with delight. He wanted her.
“Oh frig me,” Christon choked out, and the bed rattled with the power of his imminent release. Damn him, he would not, could not, allow Christon to seed her in any way. Not while she wanted Adam to have her virginity. She pushed back against his groin again. Her wet, swollen flesh glided down the top of his cock with little resistance. He rocked back and forth, his cockhead rubbing her bud. She cried out.
“Oh yes!” Christon yelled. Adam yanked her hair up quickly, her head following. He slid his hand around her stomach and wrapped her back against him and as far away from Christon as the wall would allow.
Christon spilled his seed onto the sheets. “Fuck, Adam.”
“Oh!” Miss Grey’s body stiffened against his heaving chest. Her body shivered as he remained completely hard, poking out between her thighs.
At that moment, Adam didn’t care to think more on what Christon would do to him. All he knew was that Christon had spent, and not in her. Or on her. She was now in his arms and he would take her alone.
The bed jostled. “We will have words, Adam.”
“Not now. Now is mine.” Adam wrapped his arms more protectively about her.
Christon’s knuckles slammed against Adam’s cheek, his opposite cheek pressed into Miss Grey’s ear. “Nothing is ever yours, Adam. I am too tired tonight to give you a proper punishment, but tomorrow you will meet with the tip of my whip for this.” He turned and walked from the room.
Adam held her tight to his body. His cheek pounded. Just capital. Say you can’t leave, then jeopardize your position. Just capital.
The heat of Miss Grey’s soft skin folded around him. He gently laid them down on the mattress and pulled the blanket up over them. Miss Grey trembled but said not a word. His cock radiated inside the grip of her thighs. He kissed her cheek and slowly slid back, his prick impossibly hard. He pushed back through her legs. Sparks of pleasure wrapped his balls tight.
Adam placed one leg over her thigh, caging her in a protective embrace. He licked her neck. Damn, she tasted of salt and sweet peas. He pinched her nipples. “By God, Emily.”
She shuddered against him, her elbow rubbing up his ribs.
“Reach down with your fingers and touch us. Feel how wet you are.”
Her fingers fluttered against their wetness, then pressed to his cock where it ground against her bud. “Oh!” She pushed her fingertip just inside herself.
His buttocks clenched and the crown of his cock swelled. She was incredible. He couldn’t stop, he needed to spend. He thrust forward hard. Turning her shoulder, he pressed her down into the mattress for a better angle.
She arched her back and thrust her hips back into him. Her cunny gaped against his hard flesh. He wanted inside her, but now he needed to spend.
He couldn’t stop. She felt so good. He needed this.
Needed her.
He slipped in and out hard of her thighs. Her slick flesh pulsed against the ridge of his head. Pressure rose in his sac. She was so delicious. His head fogged and pops of light flashed behind his eyelids. “Ahhh.” He leaned in and bit her shoulder. She cried out and her cunny leaked more onto his staff. His sack pulsed and his seed spurted hard. He shook, and his cock throbbed again. He had no more. He slid his hand back under her arm and clutched her to him. The room grew quiet. Her heartbeat around him. Through him. Why? Why? “Why?”
“I want it to be you.” She tilted her head down and kissed the knuckles of his hand wrapped about her breast.
A warm haze of contentment wrapped about him. She wanted it to be him. A smile curved his lips. He wanted that too. “Sleep, Miss Grey. I won’t allow anyone else to disturb you.”
“Adam.” Her voice was but a whisper. “Why are you doing this for me? You threatened your position.”
; Adam closed his eyes tight. “I am not entirely sure.” No. Tell her. “Your situation does in some ways remind me of my mother’s. She never belonged with the master, but we needed him to survive.” He rubbed his face against the back of her soft, plaited hair. “She more than needed him in the end.” His mother had loved the twisted rogue and paid for it dearly by taking her own life. He couldn’t allow Miss Grey to befall the same end. “Now sleep. Tomorrow will be another trying day.”
“Thank you, Adam.” Her fingers gripped his forearm and her body relaxed into him.
He inhaled deeply. The smell of her arousal filled his nostrils. Sleep, Adam, sleep.
He closed his eyes and her rose scented skin lulled him. The sound of her breathing deepened. His did too. His eyes fluttered, his muscles relaxed and he drifted into the peaceful darkness.
Creak.
Adam tensed awake. What the bloody hell? He pulled Emily closer to him. His eyes popped open and he stared at the door. Wake up, Adam. He wrapped his leg tighter about Emily’s thigh.
A faint light drifted closer in the blackness. Someone ascended the stairs. Sibila, most like. His shoulders relaxed.
“Are you certain you will be well? There is no need for you to fret the way you do.”
Adam knew that voice anywhere. Devlin. But what was he doing up here?
“You are the only true gentleman in this entire house.” Sibila’s voice held intimate happiness.
The notes pinched up Adam’s spine.
Sibila and Devlin.
His teeth clenched. His only nightmare. Well, not his only one, but bloody hell. His only purpose was to make sure his brother was safe. To protect him. Sibila was more tainted than a gutter dove and twice a shrew.
“You are kind, Sibila.” There was a long pause. “Don’t let him make you something you are not.”
“Thank you again, Devlin. I am in your debt.”
Capital. Adam rolled his eyes in the dark and slowly slipped his arm out from under the slumbering Emily. Emily. She was Miss Grey no more.
He pushed up to his elbows and carefully scrambled over her to sit on the side of the bed. He pulled on his shirt and gathered up his trousers. He couldn’t allow Sibila to get close to Devlin. The muscles in his shoulders tensed. He had kept them apart for this long. Emily had distracted him.