Gray slumped farther down in the chair as he threaded the fingers of both hands through the heavy gold of her hair. “Suck me, sweetness,” he encouraged gruffly. “Yes, just like that,” he groaned as those slightly red lips parted before his cock was sucked inside the heated cavern of Rachel’s mouth. “Dear God…” He groaned again as Rachel took his length to the back of her mouth before relaxing the muscles there and then taking him so much deeper, he could see the outline of his cock moving inside her throat as he pulled back and then pushed fully inside again.
Gray’s fingers tightened in her hair to hold her in place as he continued to push deep, lingering there to experience the tensing and relaxing of Rachel’s throat muscles, before slowly pulling back until only the bulbous head of his cock remained in her mouth.
He was so lost to that pleasure that it took several minutes for him to realize that there were tears streaming down Rachel’s cheeks. Cheeks that were a bright red as she tried to suck his cock and breathe at the same time.
“No!” Gray used his hands in her hair to quickly pull her back until his cock fully left her mouth with a pop, allowing her to breathe once again. He pulled her up so that she was seated on his thighs with Gray’s arms wrapped around her, her head resting against his rapidly rising and falling chest. “Never let me do anything to hurt you again, Rachel,” he instructed with self-loathing. He chastised himself for the selfishness he had just displayed by thinking only of his own pleasure and not ensuring Rachel’s comfort too.
“It is my own fault,” she assured. “Your cock felt like hot velvet against my tongue and down my throat. So much better than the glass instruments we practice on at school. Your pre-cum also tasted so delicious that I became greedy.” She gave a self-conscious laugh at her own eagerness.
A stark reminder to Gray that no matter how self-possessed and self-assured this young lady gave the impression of being, she had never actually put any of the duchess’s teachings of lovemaking into practice.
But what teachings they were!
How many women even knew to call the viscous liquid leaking from the slit of his cock pre-cum? Or had practiced fellatio on a glass object so that she knew how to take his length fully down her throat, and then drove him to the brink time and time again without allowing him to fall over the edge into release?
Even when or if that lovemaking caused her discomfort.
Gray reached down to wipe the tears from Rachel’s cheeks. “I do not want—”
“Do not tell me to stop, Gray,” she warned softly without so much as raising her head even a little. “Do not be so cruel as to deny me the taste and feel of pleasuring you, as I have imagined doing so many times. I beseech you.”
When she put it like that… “Then you must go slowly. Taste, lick, and experiment all you wish, but do it slowly, so that you do not hurt yourself and we might enjoy this together.”
Rachel slid slowly down Gray’s legs and back to her kneeling position between his thighs, looking up at him from between lowered lashes as she once again took that slick and swollen crown into her mouth.
His pre-cum tasted both salty and sweet at the same time, mixed in with an elusive male musk that was all Gray. Rachel had no doubt the combination could become addictive.
She was making love to Gray!
And from the groans he was making, the flush to his cheeks, the pulsing of his cock inside her mouth, and the way his fingers had become entangled in her hair, he was enjoying her ministrations as much as she was in giving them.
Because Rachel was also fully aroused. Her breasts were full and aching, the nipples swollen, and between her thighs was wet from where her juices escaped her pussy lips and dripped down her thighs.
She had no doubt she would find her release without a single physical stimulation the moment Gray found his.
She lifted her mouth from his cock, keeping the fingers of one hand about that pulsing length as she lifted her other hand and placed her index finger against his chiseled lips. “Open and suck,” she encouraged.
He tensed. “Rachel…?”
“Please.” Her smile was encouraging.
Gray swallowed, not at all sure where Rachel was going with this.
Her finger plucked at his bottom lip. “Please.”
He parted his lips to allow her finger entrance. How could Gray refuse her when she pleaded so prettily? He couldn’t, doubted in that moment he could refuse Rachel anything that she asked of him.
“Suck,” she reminded, her gaze continuing to hold his as she wiggled that finger inside his mouth.
Gray couldn’t break free from those compelling eyes as he sucked and used the curl and stroke of his tongue to lick and suckle her finger as if it was her elongated nipple in his mouth.
Rachel’s breasts rose and fell in shallow breaths. She watched her glistening finger as she slowly pulled it from between Gray’s parted lips to move her hand down between his legs. “Sprawl farther down the chair,” she encouraged before swallowing the mushroomed cap of his cock to the back of her throat. Her hand cupped and fondled the heavy weight of his balls before stroking along that sensitive stretch of skin behind them, and then back farther still.
Gray frowned his uncertainty. “Rachel? Dear God, Rachel!” he gasped as her wet finger breached the tight ring of muscle between his bottom cheeks and slowly—oh so agonizingly slowly—began to push through it and farther inside. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, only to give a startled cry and then a weak groan as Rachel’s finger brushed against something inside him that caused him to arch as an explosion of unimagined pleasure burst and radiated inside him.
Rachel continued to suck on Gray’s cock to the same rhythm as her finger stroked inside him, a look of pure ecstasy on her flushed face and reflected in her eyes as Gray began to push down, fucking himself on her thrusting finger.
He was so lost in that pleasure, he groaned a protest as that stroking finger was removed, only to arch upward as two fingers now breached him. They worked together to press against that pleasure spot inside him, and Gray lost all control. His cock throbbed and pulsed his hot cum down Rachel’s throat for long and timeless minutes until he was drained and unable to do more than groan softly as her fingers slid from inside him.
He remained in boneless euphoria and watched through heavy lids as Rachel’s lips parted to release his deflating cock, giving another shudder of pleasure as her tongue gave a lingering lick over the red and glistening tip.
She released him completely to sit back on her heels. “Was it too much?” She looked at him searchingly. “Did I shock you by going too far?” Her movements were nervous as she refastened his pantaloons.
Gray hated that uncertainty on her face. “It was incredible.” He leaned forward to grasp her wrists and pull her up until she sat sideways on his thighs. “You are incredible.” He stared at her in wonder.
It had taken Gray a year or two after he was disinherited to get his life back on track. But then he had learned to use his father’s teachings along with his natural ability for all the work on an estate. This had allowed him to slowly move up the rank from manual laborer as he carefully picked and chose to work on estates where he would not be recognized for who he had once been.
He had not gone without female company during those years, sometimes bedding women who also worked on the estate, sometimes with local ladies who were intrigued to bed someone they believed to be of the lower class.
He had also spent several years in the army, as had many gentlemen his age, and there had always been a woman or two eager to comfort the soldiers before or after a battle.
So Gray was no novice to having sexual encounters with a variety of women, and of all ages. But this time with Rachel, a young and virginal lady of the aristocracy, was without doubt the most erotic and satisfying lovemaking of his life.
He turned his head and kissed the delicate heat of the side of her neck. “Did you enjoy that?” he prompted huskily.
“Oh yes,” she confirmed without hesitation. “It was so much more than I had ever imagined.”
“How did you know to…do what you did?”
Rachel gave an embarrassed groan and buried her face against his neck. “We were told at school that there is an organ inside a man there which causes him great physical arousal and gives him great pleasure.”
“I am five and thirty, and yet I never knew it existed before today…”
“But did you like it?”
“I have never experienced anything like it.” Gray settled her more comfortably on his thighs, his arms about her waist. “But you did not— Rachel?” He looked at her curiously as she gave another little cry and burrowed her blushing face deeper against his throat. “Did you come already?”
“I could not help myself.” The heat in her cheeks deepened. “It was all just so arousing. Touching you. Caressing you. Tasting you.” She gave a delicate quiver. “Does the cum of all gentlemen taste as delicious as yours?”
Gray’s body tensed beneath her thighs. “I have no idea, never having sucked another man’s cock to release,” he rasped. “But perhaps one day you will do so in order to make a learned comparison?”
Rachel pulled back slightly so she could see the expression on Gray’s face. His scowl was both stern and unhappy. “I only asked out of curiosity,” she hurried to explain. “And not because I wish to suck another man’s cock at all. It is only— No doubt, one day I will do so, when I am married. But we do not need to talk about that now,” she rushed as Gray’s expression became colder still.
“I believe you just did,” he snapped.
“Gray!” she squeaked in protest as he put her from him, ensuring she was standing on her own two feet before he rose beside her. Tears stung her eyes as she looked up at his cold and uncompromising expression. “I did not mean to upset you or make you feel jealous—”
“I am not in the least jealous of some imagined gentleman you may or may not marry in the future!” Gray thundered. “Nor do I wish to know if or when you intend to suck another man’s cock in the way you did mine.” His expression was one of disgust as he lifted one of the wineglasses and threw its contents to the back of his throat. His angry gaze remained fixed on her as he refilled the glass before drinking it as quickly and then slamming the empty glass down on the table. “I think it is time you left, Rachel.”
Rachel blinked the moisture from her eyes, uncaring of the hot tears that now fell silently down her cheeks. Gray had the appearance of a cold and unapproachable statue.
She put out a beseeching hand. “Please, we cannot part like this—”
“How else should we part?” he scorned. “You knew, I warned you from the beginning, that whatever we did together it could never lead to anything more, and you insisted you were content with that. I have nothing more than this to give.” His hands were clenched at his sides. “Please leave.” This time, it was an order rather than a suggestion.
“Gray—”
“Do not come to my cottage alone again,” he added icily. “I shall be leaving the area in any case, once Lord Stone returns from his honeymoon in six days’ time.”
Rachel felt the color drain from her cheeks. “You do not have to leave because of me.”
He gave a hard and uncompromising smile. “I advise you not to give yourself an importance which does not now nor will ever exist,” he bit out coldly as he looked down the length of his nose at her. “Circumstances have…occurred, which have absolutely nothing to do with you, that require I leave the area as soon as Lord Stone returns.”
For Gray to be so verbally cutting to her, after the intimacies they had just shared, was particularly devastating.
In fact, Rachel’s heart felt as if it had shattered in her chest, rendering her momentarily speechless as well as breathless.
Gray’s rejection of her had brought home to her exactly how deeply her emotions were engaged.
She was in love with Grayson Long.
Deeply, irrevocably in love with Gray.
Quite when it had happened, Rachel had no idea. Only that it had.
And he had just shattered her heart along with any hopes she might have harbored of them ever being able to be together in future.
Deliberately?
In all probability, yes.
Because he did not feel the same depth of emotion for her.
Nor, he had made it clear, would he ever do so.
Rachel bit back a choked cry, knowing she could not remain here and continue to humiliate herself in this way now that Gray had made it so apparent that not only he did not want her to come to him again, but confirmed he would also be leaving the area as soon as he was able after the newly married couple returned from their honeymoon.
She was the one who had made a fool of herself. Gray had warned her, told her how it would and must be between them. There could now be no recriminations from her, because it had transpired in exactly the way he had said it would.
Rachel turned away to go to the kitchen and gather her cloak, bonnet, and gloves. “I shall leave you in peace to enjoy the rest of your evening,” she spoke stiffly when she returned, not quite able to bring her tear-wet gaze up to meet his. “Hopefully, the snow will have cleared, ensuring you will have a safe journey when the time comes for you to leave. I wish you well in the future.”
“Allow me to accompany you home—”
“No.” Her tone allowed no room for argument. “This is my place. I was born here, and have lived here all my life.” No doubt she would die here too.
Because, knowing she had fallen in love with Gray, Rachel could not see herself ever marrying anyone else. If she did, then it would not be for a very long time and could only ever be second best. Her heart was set on Gray, and she could not have him.
“Goodbye, Gray.” She turned with a swish of her skirts and left the warmth of the sitting room, head held high, those threatening tears kept in check.
“Rachel!”
She ignored Gray when he called out to her, unlocking the door and continuing out of the cottage and closing that door behind her before drawing in a much-needed and reviving breath of the cold evening air.
She had forced this meeting upon Gray.
Was responsible for having forced him into all their private meetings.
She would not do so again.