Debauching the Perfect Paragon (Spicy Shorts #1)

Chapter 1

The bells of St George’s Cathedral proclaimed the fall of another bachelor as Viscount Sebastian Lyons flung coins to the crowd gathered near the church steps. He turned back, his breeches pulling across his trim hips, and helped his bride, who was being waylaid by debutantes offering well wishes.

“Come, my love, let’s leave before the carriage gets stuck and we have to spend our honeymoon on Hanover Square,” he said.

Jane Lyons née Simmons, resplendent in a dress made just for the occasion, ducked her head and placed a hand at the base of her veiled hat as she stepped out into the windy morning.

Sebastian drew her nearer and whispered into her ear, “You shouldn’t deny the crowd sight of the beautiful bride on a day such as this.”

She blushed, nearly tripping before his arm steadied her. “You are too kind, my lord, but I wouldn’t want to make a display of myself and embarrass you or your family name.”

Jane tilted her face to study her husband’s, neither artifice nor guile clouding her expression.

“Our family name,” he said, stealing a kiss and provoking a cheer from the crowd. “My beautiful Jane, modest Jane, you turn to me with those big brown eyes and my…heart swells. Blood pumps in places I thought were alive but now know functioned as mere shadows of their true potential.”

Sebastian escorted his bride down the steps to the waiting carriage, handing her into the open barouche personally before climbing in beside her.

“Is my aunt riding with us?” asked Jane, looking for her guardian in the crowd. “I forgot to establish how she would travel to the wedding breakfast since she rode in the carriage with me on the way to the church and—”

Sebastian stilled her nervous chatter with another kiss, more than a peck this time, but nothing of the lingering sort he longed to plant on his bride.

“Ranlaegh has agreed to drive Mrs. Meers to the breakfast, darling,” he said, scooting closer as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Sebastian, what will people say if we’re seen canoodling in the carriage?” she asked.

He pulled her a fraction closer. “They’ll say we’re a love match, my demure bride. My lovely paragon, mine,” he said before dropping a kiss on her neck.

She turned on the seat to face him and brought her hand to his jaw. “We are a love match, aren’t we?” Her voice was low and serious as she gazed into his eyes.

“But of course, and I have so many ways I will love you,” he said, his voice rougher than before.

He brought her gloved hand from his face to the placket of his breeches. “I have so much love to give you, Viscountess Lyons,” he said, subtly pressing up into her hand.

Her fingers reflexively closed around him. “I am Lady Lyons now, aren’t I? It’s such a dream to be married to you. I keep forgetting that I’ll spend the rest of my life as your viscountess.”

Sebastian, meanwhile, held back a groan, thankfully covered by the sound of rolling carriage wheels. “If you continue your ministrations, my heart, I’ll be the one spending,” he said.

“But you already spread coins at the church. Surely there is no more to be spent?”

“I have so much more to spend, darling,” he said, subtly shifting away to regain control of himself as the Meers townhouse came into view.

“Oh Sebastian, I can’t wait to cut the cake with you!” exclaimed Jane in a rare moment of exuberance. “We’re well and truly married.”

“Well, technically speaking, the marriage won’t be finalized until tonight, in our own townhouse,” said Sebastian, thinking ahead to the wedding night to come.

“The wedding night,” whispered Jane reverently so that the outriders couldn’t hear their conversation.

“I hope I have studied sufficiently because I want to be perfect for you. I listened to everything Mrs. Meers told me about being an accommodating wife and stood ever so patiently while being measured for my nightgown. There’s a shocking use of lace on the—”

Sebastian stilled her mouth with another kiss. “Should you persist in previewing the delights to come, I might instruct the driver to turn towards our own home now and let our guests entertain themselves.”

“We couldn’t deprive them of a party,” said Jane. “Especially not Cousin Hortense from Bath. She traveled ever so far, despite her lumbago. Or Miss Bell, she has so few occasions to move in society these days.”

“We’ll restrain ourselves for their sake, but only ’til tonight, my love.”

They circulated amongst the guests until a suitable hour arrived, then traveled to their new home as husband and wife.

That night, as promised, Jane wore a shockingly sheer nightgown, and Sebastian’s blood heated every organ until he had to stop kissing his bride and lay her on the counterpane she had embroidered with their family crest.

Instructed to be no wilting flower, she slowly raised her gown so that he could take in her shapely calves, trembling knees, and soft thighs.

Sebastian’s head followed the progression of her hem until he hovered over the apex between her legs. “I could eat you like our wedding cake,” he murmured.

Jane reached down to draw his face closer to hers. “I think you’re supposed to insert yourself now, is that right?” she asked, bravely shifting her legs apart to make room for his hips to settle.

“But I was so close to your little nest. I meant to drive you wild tonight, Jane,” he murmured against her hair.

“I’m less sure about this part,” she said, allowing her hand to trail to his waist. “Will you show me? I want to be good for you.”

Sebastian brushed his wife’s hair aside and gripped the pillow below her head. “I need to prepare you,” he said, trailing his fingers along the tops of her thighs.

“I’m ready to receive you,” said Jane, her hand shifting as she unseeingly felt for him.

Sebastian took her hand in his and brought it to the base of his cock. They both jolted; her hand instinctively drew back from his hot shaft, which jumped at the feeling of her elegant fingertips touching him so intimately for the first time.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “It might be better to go slower.”

“No, I’m ready for the next stage,” said Jane, kissing his temple to reassure him.

He laid the tip of his leaking cock where he thought her quim might be. Loathe to hurt Jane more than necessary, he pulled her nightgown up further to watch the process. Intently, he slid the straining head of his cock through her wet nether lips and groaned.

“You’re so soft, gods alive, you miracle, my lovely,” he blathered.

“I’ve been thinking of tonight all day, my lord,” she said.

“Are you saying you’ve been ready for me all day?” he asked, inserting his cock into her entrance and gently pressing the briefest way in. “I’ll be gentle, but it might hurt.”

“I could have skipped cake too,” she said, failing to meet his eyes.

He rubbed his freshly shaved cheek against hers, desperate to be closer. “I’m going to enter you fully, my love. If it hurts, it will be just this once.”

“I’m ready for you,” said Jane, remaining relaxed against the counterpane, as instructed by Mrs. Meers, despite the brief pinch as Sebastian breached her maidenhead.

“I’m inside now,” whispered Sebastian, “I’ll pause here so you can become accustomed to me.”

“Mrs. Meers said I’m to embrace you, but I’m uncertain if she means your shoulders or inside,” said Jane, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck while tentatively contracting her channel around his immobile cock.

“Jane, how did you…” he gasped, withdrawing from her clasp and then easing back inside as she continued her attempt to embrace him in all ways. “I can’t, if you, oh—”

“This morning, I promised to worship thee with my body,” said Jane, running her hands over her husband’s neck.

“You are a priestess, my bride. I did not know you’d be so good, so good, besides being so good,” he moaned.

“Do you like it, Sebastian?” she asked, not a hint of coyness in her tone. “I understand that, if you like it very much, the result might be that you put a baby inside me.”

He gritted his teeth to hold back the urge to thrust inside his wife at full force. “I am absolutely going to put a baby in you, and if you keep being such a perfect revelation, the first attempt will happen much sooner than I intended.”

“Sooner is good,” she said, her back reflexively arching to make his cock ease deeper.

“But you haven’t experienced… I can’t let go until you come too. Oh, Jane, it’s unfair that you’re driving me to the point of paroxysm and not coming with me,” he ground out.

“Nothing would make me happier than to see you experience bliss, my love,” she said, stroking his brow.

And with that, the last ropes mooring his control broke, and he released his seed deep inside while gazing at his wife’s placid face.

Damn and blast, he thought.