Page 26 of Duke with a Lie (Wicked Dukes Society #4)

His head bent toward her breast, and he sucked the raspberry from the tip. She curled her toes beneath the coverlets as pleasure swept over her. A pulse beat to life between her thighs. Suddenly, neither her hunger nor her need for the water-closet mattered nearly as much as another urge.

He chewed the berry, giving her a sinner’s grin. “Delicious. I think I’ll have another.”

Carefully, he placed another raspberry on her other nipple before claiming that one as well, sucking and licking as he did so. She arched her back, reaching for him, thinking it a terrible shame he was fully clothed.

“I think you’re going to have a difficult time managing the strawberries and pineapples,” she said breathlessly.

“Nonsense. Watch.” He placed a strawberry slice on the curve of her breast, then licked it off.

“Perhaps I was wrong,” she admitted.

He settled a pineapple on her other breast and caught it in his teeth, chewing lustily. “Divine.”

A hint of juice trickled down her bare skin, and he licked it up, then lingered, sucking and nipping. She gently pushed the plate to the side.

“Aubrey?”

He kissed the hollow between her breasts, then lower. “Yes?”

“I’m not hungry for breakfast any longer.”

Aubrey was resigned to his fate.

If he hadn’t already been going to perdition, that was most assuredly his inevitable destination now. But as Rhiannon so enthusiastically came beneath the play of his fingers and tongue, her thighs clamping on his head, he decided that eternal damnation was utterly worth it.

And he would defy both heaven and hell to be inside her again.

He gave her another slow, soothing lick as the last wave of her pinnacle ebbed.

She tasted better than any ripe berry or hothouse fruit ever could.

He couldn’t get enough. He’d known, of course, that he should stay away.

He had done what she asked him to. There was no need to continue debauching her.

But he couldn’t resist. He had her for the next few days that remained in the house party. Why should he deny himself? Moreover, why should he deny her? Rhiannon was a naturally passionate woman. It was a sin for her to never taste true desire.

He kissed her clitoris and caressed her thighs as he lifted his head.

“Are you sore, love?”

Her creamy skin was flushed, her hair was a wild tangle over the pillow, and her eyes were a dark, sparkling blue he could easily forget himself in.

Her nipples were sweet, erotic points beckoning him, the swells of her breasts equally inviting.

More than a handful. Enough to overflow his palms. He wondered what they would look like coated in his spend.

His cock, already rigid in his trousers, grew even harder at the thought.

“A bit,” she said breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair in an adoring caress he couldn’t help but to find erotic. “But not too sore for more sexual congress, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He winced. “Do stop calling it that, if you please.”

“What would you have me call it, then?” She ruffled his hair some more.

It was ridiculous, the way she liked playing with his hair, but he didn’t complain. He rather liked the way it felt.

“Fucking,” he told her and then licked his lips, savoring the taste of her.

She smiled down at him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead now. He thought he might happily spend the rest of the house party right here, between her legs, with a glorious view of her pink, perfect pussy.

“I’m not too sore for more fucking,” said the minx. “Unless you’re too tired, that is…”

“Ha! I ought to spank your luscious derriere.” He gently bit her inner thigh. “I’ve never in my life been too tired to fuck.”

Her expression grew serious, though her hand still sifted through his hair. “I suppose you’ve had very many lovers.”

Damn. He dragged his whiskers along her sensitive skin.

Poor choice of words. He didn’t want his past lovers interfering in the present.

Because he couldn’t shake the feeling that of all the women he’d bedded and those he may one day seduce, none would compare to her.

The acknowledgment settled deep into his marrow, unavoidable as the sun rising every morning.

The way he felt for Rhiannon simply was .

“I suppose you’ve only had one,” he said teasingly instead of answering.

Him. And dear God, how he wanted to be the only one. But she deserved so much better, and he was not a man who could offer himself to a woman in matrimony. He would never visit such misfortune upon her.

“For now.” Her expression turned serious.

Almost sad.

He couldn’t bear that. Nor could he bear thinking of any other man in her bed.

Or, for that matter, any other woman in his.

So Aubrey did what he did best, which was seducing.

He brushed aside the breakfast plate, sending it and the remainder of fruit and meat to the floor, and then he rolled to his back, bringing Rhiannon with him so that she straddled him, naked.

Naked and so damned erotic.

“Enough of that for now,” he said. “It’s time for your lessons to continue.”

She flattened her palms on his chest and leaned over him, her hair falling in riotous waves around her face and down over her breasts. “Another lesson? But you’re fully clothed.”

Disappointment laced her voice, and he might have laughed at his impatient minx if he weren’t about to spend in his trousers like a green young man touching his first bare bubby.

“Your bawdy books were woefully lacking in creativity,” he told her, reaching for the fall of his trousers and flicking open the first few buttons.

“Oh,” she murmured as he reached inside the placket and withdrew his erect cock. “I’m beginning to think they were.”

He stroked his length, swirling the moisture seeping from his tip over his crown. “Fortunately, I’m here to rectify that sad state of affairs.”

“I can see that.” Her eyes were on his cock, watching him run his hand from the base to the head. “May I touch you?”

If she touched him, there was every reason to fear he would come and ruin everything, but he wasn’t about to deny either of them the pleasure of her hand on his prick.

“Always.”

Hesitantly, she reached out, grasping him as if she feared he might break.

“Harder,” he told her.

She increased the pressure incrementally.

“It’s a cock, love, not Sèvres porcelain.” He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her how much pressure to exert, guiding her hand up and down. “Just like that.”

“Oh.”

The wonder in her voice… fuck . She was the best and the worst thing to have ever happened to him. He wanted to keep her forever. But he couldn’t do that to her. Instead, he’d have to settle for this little slice of heaven that could be his for now.

He released her hand, and she continued. “Like this?”

“Perfection,” he bit out. “But if you don’t put me inside you soon, I’ll never last.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Don’t you need to be atop me? How can we…”

“The other part of your lesson.” He guided her until she rose a bit on her knees, and then he helped her to run his cock through her wet folds. “Like this. And now…” He aided her in moving him into place. “You settle down on me.”

“Oh my.” She shifted forward, the kiss of her wet heat on his crown enough to steal his breath. “Oh, that feels quite lovely.”

Better than lovely.

It was sweet torment.

He rolled his hips beneath her as she sank down on him, and he filled her with one thrust. He planted his hands on her waist, helping her to find her rhythm. She moved tentatively at first, and then with greater confidence as she discovered what pleased her most.

“There you are, love,” he praised. “Ride me and come all over my cock.”

She leaned forward, trying a new angle, her full breasts tantalizingly near to Aubrey’s lips. He couldn’t resist taking the tip of one in his mouth and sucking as she fucked him.

Like last night, he wasn’t going to last long. He was already on the edge, and now that she was astride him, taking her pleasure, it would be impossible to hold on to his control. He sucked harder as she moaned, her cunny clamping deliciously on his cock.

He released her nipple and latched on to the other, sucking hungrily as she rode him faster, harder, taking him deep. She rocked on him, clutching his head to her breast, and then she suddenly clenched down on him as her release swept through her, nearly squeezing him from her body.

He held her to him, thrusting upward a few more times, savoring the slick glide, the incredible sensation of her wrapped around him, until he lifted her away and pulled his cock free.

Gripping himself hard, Aubrey shot a stream of spend across her inner thigh.

Rhiannon rolled to her back at his side, her breathing ragged, as exhausted as he was.

In the aftermath, he lay there, half panting, heart pounding, body boneless and sated.

He had never come so hard fully clothed.

Good God, what a depraved beast he was. Later, he would feel guilty for taking her yet again.

For so thoroughly debauching her. For now, all he could feel was an eerie, imperative warmth that felt alarmingly like happiness.