Chapter Five #2
Before he could form some sort of protest, she kneeled before him, easily inserting herself between his splayed knees, sliding her hands up his thighs. “Has anyone ever told you that your cologne is quite intoxicating?”
“Oh?” Electric sensation twisted up his spine and through his gut at her touch.
“I wasn’t certain of it, but I wanted something different than what I wore when my wife was alive.
It proved the first step in moving forward, though I fear it’s still at a glacial pace. ” Yet he was thrilled she’d noticed.
“It’s quite delicious, and smells like a crisp winter’s morn.
Reminds me of the times when my parents and I used to go into the country to visit Mama’s side of the family.
There were evergreens all over the property, and I remember they had holly bushes in the hedgerows.
Those berries were always so pretty against the snow. ”
To distract himself from her proximity, he nodded. “You’ll have to tell me about her at some point, if you wish.” Barr could hardly concentrate on forming words since she had decided to manipulate the buttons at his front falls.
Would he let her?
“I would be happy to, but just now, I am going to assuage my curiosity about you.”
His rapidly hardening length tumbled into her hands, and from the way she sucked in a breath, one would think he was quite the gift.
With each moment, every breath, blood rushed into his member, further rendering it erect.
“Leave off, Cate. This isn’t necessary.” Yet he didn’t move, so apparently, he’d answered his own question.
Yes, yes, he would let her do anything she wanted to him.
“Perhaps not.” Her eyes glimmered in the gloom of the overcast late afternoon skies.
“But I wish to do it anyway, for your pleasure and mine. Turnabout and all that, and I enjoy making men squirm in this way.” The grin she shot him nearly saw him undone.
“Let’s see your mettle, hmm, Barrington?
” With a grin, she manipulated the buttons of his front falls.
“Ah, Cate, how wicked you’ve become since meeting me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve always had this tendency, but when I met you, it was as if a match dropped to dry tinder.”
“Well, that does kill the ego a bit, but I can’t complain.” A chuckle left his throat. As his semi-aroused member popped from his trousers, he spread his legs. “But you are aware the driver might hear—”
“None of that, Your Grace. The threat of discovery will only enhance such an endeavor.” She caressed her fingers up and down the inside of his splayed thighs, leaving a rush of heat on his skin.
“Let the possibility of discovery add an edge to our play.” If they were found out, there would be hell to pay, but the race of his pulse in his ears and the throb of pure heat through his member that encouraged it to further harden fed into his curiosity.
“Do I have a choice?” The inquiry was a tad breathless, for she’d begun to caress the underside of his shaft.
“You do not. Consider it payment for what you did to me yesterday.” She sent him a daring wink before she settled into her task.
The more she handled his equipage, the tighter and longer his length grew.
Dear God, he wouldn’t last at this rate, so he employed all the willpower he possessed into not spending prematurely.
Cate curled her fingers around him; his girth fit far too well into her palm.
As she experimented with various degrees of pressure, moans escaped him.
With a faint grin of apparent satisfaction, she fondled his stones, squeezing and releasing, finding a rhythm she liked that incorporated both them and his length.
And it quickly worked to separate him from his sanity. “If you were a cat, I’d swear you’d be purring.” His chuckle was forced, for he was drowning in sensation.
She snorted. “Mmm, does that mean I should climb into your lap?” As images of her straddling his lap flashed into his mind, she held his gaze and licked the wide head of his member. Barr hissed in a breath.
“Cate…”
“Now who is desperate?” With a laugh, she took his length into her mouth.
One of his hands that rested on the leather bench curled into a fist and then relaxed when she eased off.
As she bobbed up and down on his member, a faint flush stained her cheeks, and he rather thought he might form an addiction to her.
As she apparently grew more comfortable in her task, she swirled her tongue around the underside of his head and added caresses and squeezes while she worked him over with her mouth.
His moans came more quickly. Eventually, he couldn’t stand it any longer, so he put a hand to her head and slowly thrust, which sent his shaft deeper until the tip hit the back of her throat.
She paused, and he could almost see her mind working. Would she like the sensation?
Then, she swallowed. The massaging sensation of her throat muscles on his sensitive flesh was indiscernible. “Good God,” he breathed, and his finger furrowed into her hair as he framed the back of her head. “Who schooled you in that?”
She chuckled as he backed off, but she didn’t decrease her rhythm. “My last lover was quite progressive in what he wanted and liked. He taught me much.”
“Well, now I am reaping the rewards of those lessons.” Yet jealousy stabbed through his chest for that unknown man. The more he concentrated on what she did to him, the more pleasure swam through his veins. “I am not going to last.”
She squeezed his stones. “I’m counting on it,” she whispered, and then contented herself with sucking on the head of his member.
“Damn,” he breathed, and his hand on her head tightened, guiding her. “You are… This is… Ah!” His eyes rolled back into his head for this was quite near heaven.
“What’s wrong, Your Grace?” she crooned as she worked. “You are so anxious.”
Oh, but he was close to the edge. Even now, his length twitched and jerked from her handling. Pre-ejaculation seeped from his tip, and she licked it away. Cate eased her fingers beneath his stones to massage the thin skin directly behind them.
“Shit!” The word was propelled from his throat, and he couldn’t recall it back before his driver heard. Would he, even now, wonder what was happening inside the carriage? He bucked his hips, sending his shaft deep, while his fingers delved into her hair.
And still Cate continued her quest to make him fall over the edge.
Again and again, she twisted her fingers about his length while sucking and then soothing with her tongue, followed by taking him deeper into her mouth.
Every few seconds, she would massage that highly sensitive skin behind his stones until the whole thing felt like an erotic game.
“Oh, God, do that!” Then he was gone. He lost control, and with a muffled shout, he hit release.
His length pulsed as it emptied its seed into her mouth.
She swallowed a few times in succession.
The sight of her drinking from him was the most sensual thing, and the smugness in her expression told him she didn’t mind.
It only enhanced the troubling connection already between them.
Once he finished, he collapsed against the bench’s back. His breath shuddered from his lungs, ragged and rapid in the silence.
“Can I trust you enjoyed yourself?” she whispered with glimmering eyes.
“So much,” he whispered as he drew his handkerchief from a jacket pocket and handed it to her. “You have reminded me I’m not as old as I think.”
“Ah, good.” Cate wiped the lingering moisture from her cheeks and mouth. “That always serves as a lovely distraction.”
“Distraction? Woman, you nearly killed me.” Had relations with his wife been that intense?
Perhaps at the beginning, but then they’d had children, and between that, duties to the title, parliament, and social obligations, such things had been shoved into the background.
That didn’t mean either way was wrong; they were merely different.
“Ha! Then you know I did it right.” Calmly, she wiped her mouth on the handkerchief, but her eyes twinkled with amusement and satisfaction.
While he righted his clothing, she resumed her seat on the bench opposite with the same enigmatic smile she’d started the drive with.
“You were correct. This outing has done me a world of good.”
This was beyond anything he could have ever imagined, and it was quite bizarre to be indulging on anything of the sort, but as Travers had told him numerous times, life was short.
But there was one burning question in his mind.
“Well?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Did that assuage your curiosity about that certain part of me?”
“Oh, quite.” Then she tucked the handkerchief into her reticule, put the bonnet on her head, and tied the ribbons.
“It’s a week until Christmas. Do you have plans I should account for?
” Her tone was far too conversational, as if she hadn’t just sucked him off so well that he’d sworn he’d seen the stars.
“Uh, no plans. As I’ve said, my children are away due to the weather, but I thought of decorating a few rooms for the holiday. It will serve as a break from the transition and renovation duties we’re each doing.”
One of her eyebrows rose. “You’ll celebrate alone?”
Barr shrugged. The residual heat and shudders had faded. “I suppose, unless you would be interested?” Did he truly wish to invite her to spend more time with him? Not that they hadn’t already been scandalous and shared intimacy with each other.
“I might be, indeed. Papa is involved with his paper, and I doubt he’ll be aware of what time of year it is.”
“You and he can join me for Christmas dinner if you’d like.”
“That would be lovely. I’ll tell him about those plans, but if you would like to have me postpone the translation until after the new year?”
“What?” A bit of panic rose in his chest, for the past two days had been thrilling and had given him a bit of purpose back. “No, of course not. Please continue working on the text. We don’t stand on ceremony or tradition at my home.”
When she nodded, she gave him a smile that had renewed interest stirring in his member. “Thank you. It’s a bit lonely in the library all afternoon, or the study should I wish for a new location. Not that I expect you to wait upon my every whim.”
Oh, he could find something to do with her to pass the time, especially after today’s unexpected scandal.
“I’ve finished the renovation in the drawing room.
You can move into that room. I’d be happy to do some of my work there too.
Additionally, there is the decorating to attend to.
” It was feeling far too domestic and that he was losing control of his previous life, but oddly, he didn’t mind it as much as he’d previously assumed.
“I’m looking forward to it. Thank you. I rather think my father will hole up in his study or the Reading Room at the British Museum during these days.
” Oddly, there was emotion in her eyes, but they didn’t well with tears.
“Though I’m well versed in his eccentricities, I have missed some of the traditional things the holiday offers. ”
Perhaps it was due to the magnificent release he’d been given or the pleasant lethargy he now enjoyed, but his grin felt quite goofy. “Then I shall be happy to oblige.”
What have I gotten myself into?