Devil's Bargain (21 page)

Yet Adrian did not release her.

Dimly, Lynette was aware of Louise, flat on her back but clinging desperately to Geoffrey as he pounded into her. She, too, was crying out, clutching her lover. But Lynette had little comprehension of it; she simply felt Adrian, his hands holding her apart, his tongue continuing its masterful strokes. No longer were his fingers inside her, simply his mouth. Pressing deeply. Firmly. Wonderfully.

Right there! Again, she shattered, though she had not even realized the sensations had receded until they crashed over her again. She struggled, she writhed, she tried to move away.

Still he would not release her. She tumbled backward onto the mattress, and he came with her. He gave her more, sucking more, lapping and stroking and kissing her more.

And more

And more.

This time, everything shattered and the world went black.

Adrian opened his eyes slowly. Indeed, at this point his body seemed to do everything slowly, but it did not prevent him from gazing up the slender, feminine length of his charge. Lynette, lovely Lynette, lay spread open before him, her luminescent skin still flushed, her body still quivering slightly as she breathed.

God, she was incredible!

He shifted, grimacing at an unusual wetness within his clothing. Good God, when was the last time
this
had occurred? Not since he was still in breeches. Not since before his parents died and Jenny came into his life. But now here he was, flat on his belly in Jenny’s establishment, staring at the most beautiful, most responsive woman he had ever met, and he had been unable to control himself. The moment he had felt her tight passage begin to convulse
about his fingers, the moment she had screamed his name out loud, he had exploded.

And as she had fought and flailed in her ecstasy, he had clung even tighter, driving them both higher and higher until he felt her convulse about him again.

It had never been like this. He had done this six times before. Six other girls. He had taught them how to experience physical love. How to enjoy themselves. What an orgasm felt like.

Never before had he forgotten himself. Never before had he been so intent on pleasuring the girl that he had ignored education, forgotten any explanation, even ignored his own body and plunged ahead as if nothing was more important than their pleasure.

The two of them.

Together.

Thank God he had been so caught up in intensifying her experience, in seeing just how far he could push her, that he had not ripped off his trousers and plunged into her. Thank God it would have required him to be too long away from her.

So he had exploded in his clothing like a mere boy. Lord, even young Bert had not done so, and this was reputedly his first time.

Lynette shifted and released a contented sigh. He had rolled off her, coming up to gather her in his arms, and now, as she stretched in languid abandon, he allowed himself to feast upon the sight.

Long legs. Full breasts. A glorious crown of hair. A man could do much worse than to spend his days and nights with such a sight.

“Mmmmm,” she whispered as she curled into him, playfully resting a hand on his chest. “Is it always like that?”

He wanted to lie to her. He wanted to tell her that her every experience would be at least as wondrous. And he wanted to spend a lifetime making sure it was so. But it was not to be, and so he ruthlessly cut off his longing. He stopped the questions that sprang to his own mind as well. Questions like why he suddenly had these thoughts. Why he wanted something he knew damn well he could never, ever have.

And why the sight of her naked breasts, pressed intimately against him, effortlessly uprooted the image he’d held in his mind for years: the picture of his family lands, rich and green with new growth, his home no longer a crumbling pile of rocks but a beautiful estate. A picture that had sustained him for ages, giving him hope for generations to come.

Yet now, as Lynette shifted innocently against him, that image disappeared as if it had never been.

“I take it from your silence that this was unusual,” she commented, her voice dry with humor.

“Unfortunately, yes. Most gentlemen do not—”

“Have your skill?” she finished for him.

He shrugged in reply, and then a noise from the other room captured their attention.

Adrian tilted slightly, narrowing his eyes as he tried to understand the tangle of bodies he saw through the glass. Apparently Geoffrey was at last sated. At least for the moment. But young Bert had awoken from his rest and was attempting to gain Louise’s attention. She, of course, had taken full advantage of her respite to curl up on the floor and sleep.

While Bert tried to rouse poor Louise by haphazardly caressing her body and making a sound akin to a mewl, Lynette struggled into a sitting position,
cross-legged. Her hair tumbled freely down her back. Her head was canted to one side, and she again watched the occupants of the other room. A slight frown marred her features.

Adrian waited with bated breath, wondering what would come next.

Lynette was a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. Not classically beautiful. Her color was too striking, her body too full for that. But to him, she could not be more intriguing. Her face betrayed her thoughts openly. Honestly. There was no deception in her, and yet her delightful body housed an excellent mind. She grasped events, came to logical conclusions, even reasoned her way out of complex situations all without his aid. In fact, she constantly surprised him, and he often felt as if he had to scramble to keep up with her.

What was she thinking now? he wondered. What delightful surprise lay just beneath the surface? He hardly dared wonder, and yet he could barely restrain himself from asking. She spoke first, however.

“Is your organ as large as his? And that red? Or is it shorter, like Geoffrey’s?” She tilted her head again. “His was red, too, so I suppose that is normal.”

Adrian groaned. He knew he should have expected this. Indeed, given Lynette’s mind, he should have known she would want as many details as possible. Nonetheless, he was caught flat-footed and had no idea how to answer. In truth, he had never measured himself against young Bert or the older brother Geoffrey. As for the color, to be honest, he had never noticed.

Suddenly Lynette was shifting, turning to look directly at him, her eyes sparkling with interest—never
a good sign. Adrian schooled himself to be calm and await her next startling pronouncement.

“This is a time for me to learn, correct?”

He nodded, though the movement was wary.

“I have learned quite a great deal,” she said earnestly.

He allowed himself to smile. “I certainly hope so.”

“But I am not done, am I? I mean, there is a great deal more to understand, correct?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is there something you wish to know, Lynette?”

Then she flashed that certain expression, the one that told him to beware. She squared her shoulders. “I wish to see your penis.”

He flinched. Trust Lynette to put it so bluntly. He looked down at his trousers.

All of his girls had seen his organ, if only for comparison purposes; it was important that they know what one looked like and learn not to fear it. It had taken him three nights to get Suzanne to touch it. But not Lynette. She was staring at him as boldly as a child demanding a treat. Before he could form an answer, she reached out to grasp his pants.

He reacted instantly, catching her hands before she moved too near. It was not that he was shy. However, he was all too aware of his messy state. “Go slowly, Lynette. And pray allow me to…clean up.”

She stilled, clearly mulling over his words. “Did you…while we were…” She gestured vaguely toward the wall. “You…”

“The word is ‘ejaculated,’ Lynette. Yes, I released my seed into my pants.” He sighed, feeling heat flood his face. “It is not something that happens normally, nor is it something a man wishes to be reminded of.”

“But that means you were…” She struggled to find the word. “You were interested. When you…” Again she made the vague gesture, this time toward her lower body.

He actually grinned, somehow finding humor in the bizarre situation. “I assure you, I was quite interested.”

She smiled at him—shyly at first, then with growing enthusiasm. Then again came the shoulders, straightened with pride. “I wish to learn. I wish to see what that white liquid is. I wish to…touch it.” She hesitated a moment, her posture deflating just the tiniest bit. She tried a coy expression. “May I, please? In the name of education?”

How could he refuse her? Indeed, she would soon have to learn a great deal about the male anatomy. He just had not expected her to be so…eager. But a good instructor never allowed an opportune moment to pass. She was interested now. It was vital that he allow her to indulge her curiosity.

“Be gentle, Lynette. It is a very delicate instrument.”

“Truly?”

“Mine is,” was all he managed before she leaned forward, gingerly pulling at the buttons that fastened his trousers.

It was delicate work, and she was inexperienced. Therefore, as he lay as still as humanly possible, he was treated to an exquisite view of her bobbing breasts as she tugged and pulled at his clothing, naturally rubbing and heating him with her accidental caresses.

It was, in fact, the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Yet he had to remain absolutely still, doing his best to control his breathing for fear he would frighten her away. It took a while, but eventually
she managed to open his pants. Then there was more tugging and pulling as she removed his clothing altogether.

“I wish to see it all,” was all she said.

She removed his pants, felt their wetness, explored their texture. She even inspected the garments as she set them aside. Then she turned her attention to him. It was not surprising that he was already growing hard. No man could remain stoic seeing what Adrian saw. Especially as Lynette came closer to him, reaching out one finger to touch his glistening tip.

He could not control himself. His buttocks tightened, and she jerked her hand away.

“I did not hurt you, did I?”

“No,” he said, though it took a great deal of effort to keep his tone casual. “Perhaps I should not have said it is a
delicate
instrument. Rather, it is a sensitive one.”

“Ah,” she said, nodding in understanding. He sincerely doubted she did comprehend, but that did not deter her from further exploration.

She touched his lower belly, feeling the moisture there. Using first one finger, then two, then her whole hand, she rubbed his stomach, exploring the texture of the substance. There was a cloth nearby, which he grabbed and handed to her. She used it to help him clean up, though her movements were slow and intensely stimulating.

“There is a scent,” she whispered, her eyes closed, as if she wished to memorize it. He did not answer for fear he might mention it had a distinctive taste as well. She would likely do exactly as he bade, and he knew he would go insane if she began that.

So he remained silent, clenching his teeth as she tossed the cloth aside and slipped her hand lower.

There came a loud moan from the other room.

Adrian had forgotten the trio. Lifting his head, he saw that Bert had managed to wake Louise, but she was a working girl, no doubt tired from her earlier exertions. So rather than continuing to dance and toy with her gentleman, she had chosen the most expedient method of pleasing the birthday boy.

She had simply reached out to clasp the kneeling young Bert in her hand, pleasuring him with a minimum amount of effort. Young Bert was entranced. And so, apparently, was Lynette. She studied exactly what the dancer was doing, narrowing her eyes as she gazed first at the pair, then back at Adrian.

“I want to do that,” she said firmly.

He knew it was the next logical step. Knew, in fact, that as Louise began literally pulling young Bert around on his knees, that Lynette would want to attempt at least some form of manipulation of him. And true to form, he felt his body tense in greedy anticipation.

“May I?” she asked.

“I will not be dragged about on my knees.”

Lynette glanced sideways as Bert began giggling even as Louise pulled harder, making him hop on his knees in his haste to keep pace with where she led.

“Oh, no!” Lynette gasped. “I doubt I am ready for that. You just lie still while I begin.”

Still was the last thing he could be. Nevertheless, he intended to try. She grasped him, her hands firm and tight. And he was so startled he nearly flew across the room.

“Good God! Gently, Lynette! Did I not tell you it is a sensitive instrument?”

She bit her lip in consternation, the apology written
in every line of her body. “I am so sorry. Truly, I am. It’s just…” She glanced through the window. “Louise seems to be holding him quite solidly.”

“Well, yes,” admitted Adrian. He forced himself to recline once again. “But she began slowly and then built up.”

“Ah.” Lynette nodded, and Adrian nearly groaned out loud as her hand reached for him again. But this time she touched him with just one finger, gasping in delight as his organ jerked up to meet it. “Gently,” she murmured. Then she used that single digit to trace the outline of his member.

She moved so slowly that he was hard-pressed not to react. Indeed, it was torture having her caress him with just her fingertip. She explored it all, starting at the tip. He meant to tell her more, to speak to her about what was sensitive and what was not, but he had not the breath.

She easily discovered the bead of moisture at its opening, touching it, circling around the tip with a child’s delight. But she was no child, and Adrian was already having trouble holding still. And yet Lynette never stopped.

Rubbing the liquid all around the tip, she felt the smooth edge of his penis, the clear ridges, even the sloped edge of the head, while Adrian closed his eyes, trying not to experience every glorious sensation but unable to prevent it.

If only she would touch him harder.

But she was afraid to do so, and he could not draw breath to explain.

Exquisite eons later, she decided to explore lower. Still using only one finger, she traced the ridges of his shaft, commenting on the blood vessels visible beneath
the skin, exploring the hard pulse that moved his member, and even measuring the girth of him with two fingers.

“I would guess you are most impressive in your size.” She glanced through the window. “You seem to compare favorably with those two.”

“I have not performed a detailed study,” he said on a low growl.

“Well, then, I shall just have to believe that you are certainly adequate to the task.”

“Thank you,” he returned, unsure whether to be complimented or insulted. He chose instead to be amused. He had never had such an unusual conversation.

Then all thought fled as she abruptly pulled his legs apart, situating herself between them. If she were wearing clothing, her dress would have flounced around her, puffing up slightly as she settled into her seat. But she was naked. Adrian watched her breasts undulate, and his member stiffened even more at the sight.