by Alison Shaw
Chapter 12
The Earl's Remedy
In which our regency rake attempts to distract himself with some expensive entertainment.
The Earl of Langham lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head watching the luscious red head suck his cock. She had her pale little hand wrapped around his thick shaft and he moaned as she rhythmically squeezed him at the same time as sucking him into her hot mouth. He smiled down at her and rested his hand on her silky curls as she took him further into her mouth. Her free hand snaked up his hard abdomen and played with the hairs that lightly covered his muscular chest. God, Madam Bella chose her girls well.
She pulled her mouth off him with a loud sucking noise and looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes said, “You have the loveliest cock, Sir. Fancy fucking me now?”
“I most certainly do,” he growled at her, grabbing at her and pulling her up his body. “I’ll give it to you alright,” he said thrusting his throbbing cock against her soft belly. “But no faking it, you hear me. I want you coming round my cock for real. I want to hear you screaming out loud because you can’t help yourself, not because I’m paying you to do it.”
“Oh don’t you worry, Sir,” she purred, her hard nipples scraping across his chest hair. “You always make me come so hard I almost pass out. Every single time.”
With that he grabbed her hips in his big hands and lifted her onto his cock, standing hard and proud ready to thrust deep into her wet pussy.
“Ready for this?” he asked her, digging his nails into her flesh and teasing her swollen entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Oh God yes!” she cried. “Fuck me hard! Shove that huge prick into my needy little puss! Stretch me wide.”
And he pulled her down onto his cock and bucked his hips so he was deep inside her with one violent thrust, bottoming out so his balls slammed against her.
She cried out and arching her back, thrust her perfect little tits forward so his mouth was able to clamp over one rosy nipple. He sucked at it as he pulled her down onto his ramrod hard cock. He slid in and out of her slick heat, his cock hardening even more, his mouth greedily sucking and licking her tit as she yelled and screamed above him, and when he felt her spasm in his hands and the walls of her cunt grip him tight he finally let go and with a loud moan shot his cum inside her, fired it into her in shuddering ecstatic streams.
But it wasn’t enough. He still wasn’t satisfied. His cousin’s governess had invaded his thoughts to such an extent that he felt that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had fucked every whore in town.
A blonde and a brunette he asked for, so he could have the complete collection. It was going to cost him an arm and a leg but he didn’t care. He wanted to fuck all night and try and get this damnable frustration out of his system. The brunette was new and looking very pleased about this engagement. Her eyes were on his cock and she was already removing the skimpy underclothes she had on. The blonde was a long time employee of Bella’s. One of her best. Rafe had had the pleasure of his muscular body many times before, and his eyes were on Rafe’s cock as he stroked his own impressive tackle in his big fist.
“And what is your pleasure tonight?” the blonde asked in his sexy voice as he rubbed his thumb over the head of his rapidly hardening shaft.
“We’ll play it by ear,” Rafe said. “Anything goes.” And he meant it. He was prepared to do anything tonight. He needed to fuck his brains out, fuck that teasing Governess right out of his head.
The redhead was still recovering from the earth shattering orgasm he had given her so he left her slumped on the bed and grabbed for the brunette, helping her to remove her corset, his hands caressing her curves, his fingers dipping into her shaved slit.
“Come here,” he said to the blonde. “Play with her tits while I finger her.”
The brunette was already wet, his fingers slid into her easily as the blonde pulled her against his hard chest and cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples and making her moan. Rafe thrust inside her and could feel her honey running over his hand as the blonde pushed his rigid cock against her bottom. The brunette wailed and gyrated her hips around Rafe’s fingers making him grin. He loved it when he could get these whores off. It was a matter of pride that they never had to fake it with him. He reached around her and took hold of the blonde’s cock with his free hand and stroked it hard.
“Fuck,” he said. “I’m ready to shoot my load again already,” and looking up at the blonde, he said, “Let’s both do her. She looks like she needs to be fucked by two big cocks.”
And the blonde grinned lazily and immediately lay down on the bed, his cock standing almost upright, the head swollen and purple. “Come here, Lilly,” he said. “Come and ride me,” and as the brunette eagerly straddled him, Rafe got a glorious view of her peachy backside lowering onto the Blonde’s big prick. They looked like they had done this before, and enjoyed it.
As the brunette started to slide up and down the blonde’s thrusting shaft, both of them moaning, Rafe located the bottle of oil Bella always left in a convenient place. He poured a generous amount into his palm, his eyes never leaving the sight of the thick cock thrust into the brunette’s stretched pussy lips. He slicked the oil over his own shaft, so hard now it pointed from his body at a sharp angle.
He reached out and murmuring, “Be still for a moment,” took hold of the brunette’s soft cheeks and spreading them apart slicked oil over her puckered hole, pushing his thumb a little way in and making her squirm onto the blonde’s throbbing prick. The blonde groaned deep and loud with the effort of holding still and then Rafe pressed the head of his cock against the brunette’s tight hole and pushed. He slipped in surprisingly easy and there they were, two cocks buried deep inside one girl who had started to pant furiously and grip the blonde’s thick biceps tightly.
“That feels so good,” she cried. “Thrust a little and I’m going to come.”
Rafe pulled out a few inches and then rammed into her with a grunt, and at the same time the blonde grabbed hold of her hips and rocked into her pussy. She gave a keening scream as she broke apart, her puckered hole spasming round Rafe’s cock making him slam into her wildly.
Then suddenly he felt a warm body against his back and a hand resting on his clenching arse cheeks. It was the redhead and she was pushing her oil-slicked finger into his arsehole. His entire body froze and then he felt as if he had been thrown over a cliff as his cock exploded, firing out blazing hot streams of molten lava into the brunette’s bowels, shouting unintelligible words as the cum kept shooting out of him.
When his head had cleared he managed to ease out of her, his cock still hard and with the stimulus of her tight muscles sliding against him, he pumped out one last glob of cum which dripped thickly down his shaft and dripped onto the floor.
Chapter 13
The Governess Swoons
In which the governess comes face to face with her past.
Two weeks later, Charlotte found herself in London, accompanying Sophie and the boys on a mission to order new clothes.
She was alone in the Langham's townhouse when a visitor called. When the butler told her his name, her heart almost stopped beating and she was gripped with a cold panic, a sensation Charlotte had not felt since she had been under Randall's so-called protection.
Somehow, she managed to walk to the library on legs so weak they barely held her up. He was standing by the fireplace examining the antique clock on the mantelpiece and for a moment he ignored her presence. Then he turned and fixed her with a look devoid of any surprise, his eyes cold and expectant.
“Mr Hooper,” was all she managed to say and the sound of his name on her lips for the first time in months sent shudders down her spine.
“Miss Kemp,” he said, his mouth turning upwards in a predatory smile. “I heard you had been employed by the Fairburns. Were you aware that I was their solicitor?”
Of course she was not aware. If she had been she would not be standing here r
ight now enduring his cold-blooded gaze.
“Come closer,” he said. “Let me have a good look at you.”
She wanted to turn and flee from the room, but she could feel her head swimming and something pulled her towards him and she found herself standing inches away from him, close enough for him to reach out and touch a lock of her hair that had escaped her tidy bun.
“Randall was a fool to let you go,” he said, his tongue snaking out and running over the front row of his yellowing teeth. “He won't find another as willing as you. At least, not one who will give herself completely gratis.”
His hand shot to her waist and he tugged her towards him. “How about reliving old times and showing me that pretty cunt of yours,” and before Charlotte could even register what was happening his hands were pulling at her skirts, his hot pungent breath on her neck.
Her whole body was rigid with panic as his sweaty touch grazed her thighs and then there was the sound of the door opening and she looked towards it to see Rafe standing there.
Now her breath had stopped for an altogether different reason. She had forgotten how magnificent he was. He was dressed more smartly than she had ever seen him, in a rich blue tailcoat with shiny gold buttons and tight tan breeches. His hair, however, was as dishevelled as ever, his cheeks flushed, his thick lashed indigo eyes darkening by the second. He seemed to take a moment to register the scene in front of him and then he shot forward and Hooper's hands withdrew from Charlotte's skirts and he leapt away from her. But Rafe was already on an unstoppable trajectory, and with a look of terrifying concentration, he lifted his fist and it met Hooper's jaw with a sickening crunch.
Hooper slumped to the floor with a groan, spitting blood from his split lip and managing to gasp, “My God, my man! Was that totally necessary?”
“Get out,” Rafe said in a low voice. “Get out before I hit you again.”
Charlotte barely noticed Hooper depart. Before she could even take stock she found herself in Rafe's arms, gazing up at his lovely angry face and wanting to kiss his seething mouth more than anything in the world. But his arms were stiff around hers and his mouth unyielding.
“Charlotte,” he said in a firm voice. “You're upset. We shouldn't...” but the sound of her name on his lips was too much and she reached up and pressed her mouth against his, opening up to him with a guileless and genuine ardour.
His fingers entwined in her hair, pulling it loose as he kissed her back without restraint until she eventually pulled away from him and gasped, “Where have you been Rafe? I haven't seen you in weeks.”
He looked down at her with unfocused eyes and Charlotte drank in his beautiful face and reaching up held him in her hands and trailed hungry kisses over his rough jaw and down his sweet smelling neck. She breathed in his spicy scent and little thrills of pleasure went all the way to her toes. Oh how she had missed him!
“We mustn't...we shouldn't...” she vaguely heard him murmuring but his hands were on her waist and her hands were running through his thick hair and she was pressing her full length against him wishing their clothing would just mysteriously evaporate.
Then, suddenly, a cool hand clamped over her wrist and his voice cut through the spell. “What is your game, Miss?”
Charlotte drew away from the heat of his body and looked up at a pair of calculating blue eyes, no longer clouded with arousal. “Game? What do you mean?”
“The last time we were in this kind of compromising position, you stopped me and told me you do not give yourself to, and I quote, ‘eligible men’” Charlotte was relieved to see that even though his voice was cold, there was still a hint of wry humour on his face. She could not bring herself to answer him though. She didn't know what to say. Damn her stupid resolutions and supposedly clever plans. Right now, she would give anything to take back those words. Why on earth had she lied to him? Of course she would give herself to him! She wanted to right now! She wanted to give herself to him on this library floor, willingly and repeatedly.
“What has changed?” he said.
She looked up at his quizzical eyebrow. “Nothing. I wasn't thinking straight. I am not thinking straight,” and it was true. She was weak with wanting him. “You came sweeping in here and you looked so....and then you took a swing at that awful man and your face was so...and I lost all thought.” His eyes swept over her face and she could barely breathe but she managed to whisper, “You are the most beautiful man I have ever met.”
“And you're not trying to trap me?” and as he said the words his hands withdrew from her waist.
Damn the man. Why must he be so guarded and suspicious? Why couldn't he see that she was burning up for him and he could have her right now, right here? Charlotte's heartbeat was suddenly returning to normal and her head was clearing. Did she really want to fall in love with another man who had no heart?
“All I wanted was you, right here and right now,” she said honestly, “and I promise you there were no other thoughts in my head.” Then she rested her hand on his chest and said, “I think you were right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
The look on his face was almost gratifying. Something dark and stormy passed across his eyes and he said in a low voice that went all the way to her heated core, “I will have you.”
Despite the fact that her heart had begun heavily thumping once again, Charlotte managed to laugh softly and say, “You are terrified of marriage, Lord Fairburn. I think it's best that you forget me and I forget you.”
“And what if I can't?” he asked, his voice cracking and Charlotte almost flung herself into his arms with the relief that he still wanted her so desperately.
But instead she said, “You must at least try. I am sure you can have any woman in the ton, and I have heard, many of the men too.” And with the greatest of difficulty she turned and walked from the library, leaving him slumped against the wall, deep in thought.
Her legs were shaking as she ascended the stairs. This lie about looking for marriage was becoming an onerous one. She didn't want marriage; she wanted him. She wanted what his body could give her, and to lie naked in his bed, but not marriage, definitely not marriage, most emphatically not marriage. As she reached her room she stopped rigid in front of the door. If she only wanted his body, why was she not in his bed right now?
Chapter 14
The Earl is Surprised
In which the tables are turned on our regency rake.
The Earl of Langham's hand hurt. He would have thought that punching another man in the face would be quite so painful? It clearly hurt the man who had been hit, who was now sprawled on the library floor, blood dripping from his nose, but Rafe had not expected to hurt himself. His knuckles were bruised!
The Governess stood limply by the fireplace staring at him with wide green eyes as he wriggled his fingers and checked that they all still worked.
“By God, my man!” his Uncle’s solicitor spluttered from the floor through a mouthful of blood. “Was that totally necessary?”
“Get out,” Rafe said quietly. “Get out before I hit you again.”
No sooner had the library door slammed, than the Governess was in his arms gazing up at him through her tears. My God, he wanted to kiss her so badly as he stared at her trembling lips, but for once in his life he found himself reluctant to take advantage of a vulnerable woman.
“Thank you,” she said in that husky voice that never failed to go straight to his prick and make him instantly hard.
Her hands clasped hold of his jacket lapels and her rosy lips were now inches from his.
“Charlotte,” he managed to say. “You’re upset. We shouldn’t…” but before he could finish the sentence she reached up and silenced him with an open mouthed kiss, so hot that it tightened his balls.
“Where have you been, Rafe?” she said when she had come up for air. “I haven’t seen you for weeks.”
Rafe’s mind was foggy. The last time he had seen her she had coolly rejected his somewhat aggressive advances in no un
certain terms and now it was he who was being pushed against a wall and kissed to within an inch of his life. Her lips slid across his jaw and feverishly sucked on the skin of his neck as he found himself reluctantly giving in to the exquisite torture and his arms tightened around her waist.
“We mustn’t…. we shouldn’t…” he tried to say but now she was pressing her full length against him and her fingers were threaded through his hair and she was making soft little moans that unravelled his thoughts.
It should be easy enough to stop this, he thought, as her lips returned to his and she fed greedily on him. It’s not as if he were starved for attention. He had spent the weeks since he was in the country enjoying some of the most talented whores in the land. He had fucked so much he ought to be completely spent. But no, his cock was rising hard and insistent in his trousers as she pressed herself against him, and his brain was really wanting one thing only: to give in and let her have whatever she wanted, up against the wall, on the floor, it did not matter a jot to him where, as long as he could drive his hard prick into her again and again.
Her hand left his hair and rapidly travelled down his chest to rest on the huge bulge straining the placket of his breeches and he was almost a goner until a frightening word popped into his head. Marriage. She was hunting a husband. And this was one way to get one.
His bruised hand drifted away from the wall and clamped around her wrist stilling her. She pulled away from him in surprise and looked at him imploringly.
“What is your game, Madam?” he asked.
“Game?” she gasped, her chest heaving. “What do you mean?”
“The last time we were in this kind of compromising position you stopped me and told me you do not give yourself to, and I quote, ‘eligible men’”
