Chapter Seven #2
Jude had never longed to plant someone a facer and the man was seconds away from having his face rearranged.
“No, I don’t,” he said, “but unless you want cut direct from several titled peers, I suggest you find someone else. I am certain I could make quick work of buying up your gambling markers if you won’t see reason. ”
The man’s eyes widened, and he held his hands up. “All right, all right. I won’t go near her.”
Jude released him. “See that you don’t. I’ll act immediately if you do. And if I read a single word about this encounter in the gambling sheets, I’ll buy up the markers, anyway.”
“I won’t say a word. Please, my lord,” Knight pleaded.
“Very well,” Jude said. “Perhaps you might like a visit to the country for a while.”
The man scowled. “Perhaps.”
“Have a pleasant evening, Knight.” Jude gave him a curt nod.
He turned from the man and crossed the room to take a seat across from Matt. His friend handed him a snifter of brandy.
“What was that about?” Matt asked.
Jude glanced at the back of Knight as he took his leave. “Oh, he owes me money.”
“It seemed like more than that,” Matt pressed.
Jude waved him off. “Don’t worry about him. It’s not a big deal.”
Matt’s eyes narrowed, and Jude averted his gaze, knowing his friend was assessing him.
“Hmmm. Well, hopefully the matter is resolved now.” Matt took a sip of his drink.
“Indeed.” Jude brought his own glass to his lips and drained the contents.
A couple of gentlemen approached them. “Interested in a game of whist?”
Matt motioned for them to take the two remaining seats.
Matt was across from Jude, so they’d be partnered together in the game, and both quite the competitive pair.
Jude appreciated the distraction of the card game to take his mind off of sneaking into Juliana’s bedchamber in just a few very long hours.
*
Just after midnight, Jude snuck in through Juliana’s terrace door, finding humor in the entire scene.
Never would he have guessed he’d do so much sneaking around for his cock to spend, or more accurately, to ensure that Juliana experienced as much wickedness as he could give her.
As a titled peer of the realm, he had access to many other women without such measures.
It didn’t change the fact that he would scale the wall of her house if it were necessary to do so to ensure she achieved the pleasure she desired.
He wouldn’t allow himself to ponder his level of commitment to their arrangement, but rather focused on remaining thankful that such acrobatic endeavors would not be required.
He slipped up the stairs and stayed in the shadows of the hallway that led to Juliana’s chamber.
Reaching for the doorknob, he heard the click of it turning just in time to step back against the wall.
From the shadows, he watched her maid exit, who thankfully continued down the hallway and left him unnoticed.
Once the maid had disappeared, he hurried into the room, locking the door behind him.
Juliana sat at her vanity, facing her mirror, covered in the same silk dressing robe from the previous evening, her plait hanging behind her. He was releasing her hair tonight. He needed to see what it looked like falling down her back. His cock stirred merely from the mental image of doing so.
“Am I too early?” he asked quietly, smirking behind her.
She turned to face him. “Not at all, but you just missed my maid.”
“I’m aware.” He laughed.
She stood to face him, and he couldn’t help but glance where her dressing robe had opened, exposing him to a glimpse of the globes of her breasts. They bobbed just below her nightrail, calling to him.
“Jude?” she asked.
“Mmm hmm.” He refocused his attention, clasping his hands behind his back.
“I find that I very much need you to touch me.”
His primal urges taking over, he stepped close to her, their bodies pressed against each other. “A gentleman must honor a lady’s wishes, does he not?”
She giggled, and he pushed aside what the sound did to him. “It is only proper and polite, my lord.”
He lowered his lips so they almost grazed her ear. “I shall fulfill any desire you seek. You only need to say so.” He wanted to be the one to help her achieve all of her fantasies and desires. The things she might think to ask for, and even the things she hadn’t a clue about. Yet.
She reached out for him and tugged at his cravat before working at the buttons of his coat. He allowed her to remove his clothing, watching her face as she worked. Her eyes were dark and hooded with desire as she looked upon him, and he reveled in seeing her thus.
Once he was naked from the waist up, she ran her hands along his chest and stomach. She would be the death of him. No longer able to fight his desire to undo her plait, he pulled at the ribbon and ran his fingers through the braid so that her tresses were released.
He caught his breath at the way her hair shaped her face and her silky curls fell down around her body. Her lilac scent invaded his senses and drove him to distraction. For the first time in his life, he had the strongest urge to kiss a woman. Where had that come from?
Kissing wasn’t part of their arrangement, and it was the one thing he wouldn’t do.
Kissing would lead to affection, and he couldn’t have affection with anyone, especially not the intoxicating woman before him.
He could not allow her to wind up with a broken heart when their time together inevitably came to an end.
He spun her around to reduce the temptation to press his lips to hers, and slipped her robe from her shoulders so that it fell to the floor.
He pulled her against him and cupped her breasts in his hands, the lilac scent even more intense with her back to him.
Her sweet moans as he gently pinched and rubbed her nipples sent a surge of awareness through his body.
She spun around to face him again. “We still have far too many clothes on.”
Before he could respond, she started working the buttons of his falls, which only stoked the fire brewing beneath his surface. He put his hand over hers to stop her. “Allow me to remove my boots first.”
He sat in the nearby chair and did so as quickly as possible, then returned to her. She grabbed at his falls again and released his cock, which sprang between them. Stroking it with one of her hands, she pushed his breeches down with the other.
She was a goddess. Fanning the flames of his desire and driving him mad with the gentleness of her touch.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she commanded him.
He didn’t dare disobey her and sat where she instructed, then she knelt before him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Tasting you,” she said, “It’s only fair, is it not?”
He had never longed for anything more. “You have a point, my lady.”
“I have thought of nothing else all day.”
She licked her bottom lip, and his cock twitched.
He ran his fingers through her hair and his heart flipped at the way she looked up at him. At least if she had her lips wrapped around his cock, he wouldn’t give in to his desire to kiss her senseless.
She leaned closer to him and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock, before taking him into her mouth, licking around the head. He gasped and his chest tightened. She pulled back and glanced up at him again. “Is that the way to do it?”
“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “You can suck and lick as much and as far down as you like. The deeper you go, the more intense it is.”
She responded by taking him into her mouth again, sucking hard, taking him inch by inch down his cock. He released a low growl, watching her suck him with the skill of a courtesan. He let her continue in that way for several more moments before forcing himself to stop her, but nudging her back.
“Do you not like this?” she asked. He hated the look of disappointment he could see forming on her face from the light of the fire.
“That isn’t it at all,” he assured her. “I quite enjoy everything you are doing. I wish to show you something else.”
She looked at him with a confused expression.
“You will enjoy it, I promise. Trust me.”
She offered him a small smile. “I trust you, Jude.”
He pulled her to stand. “This needs to go.” He bunched the fabric at the side of her night rail and lifted it over her head.
Unable to resist, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, causing her to sink against him.
He thoroughly enjoyed the taste of her and how her entire body responded to his attentions.
Scooting himself back on the bed, he laid his head on one of her pillows. He was instantly immersed in the lilac scent he would forever associate with her.
Regaining control of his senses, he scooted down on the bed a bit more and reached for her hand to pull her to join him. “Come here,” he commanded.
She was on the bed next to him and shifted herself to resume her oral attention, but he pulled her towards him.
“Place your knees on each side of my head and face the end of the bed,” he instructed.
“What?” she asked, confused by what he asked of her. “I cannot.”
He pulled at her again. “I assure you, you can. And you will be quite glad you did.”
She hesitated but maneuvered herself to do as he instructed. As soon as she had straddled his head, he urged her to lean forward.
“Lean down and lay across my body. You can continue what you were doing, and at the same time, I can do this.”
She cried out when he ran his tongue from her nub all the way to her core, then beyond to the puckered hole of her arse.
“I saw this in a book of Diana’s, but the reality is so much better.”
“I have many questions about this book, but right now, I’m going to make you come.” He slid two fingers inside of her and flicked his tongue against her nub.