Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 4 (31 page)

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Sophie gasped and Ian touched the tip of her tongue with his damp finger. It tasted warm and slightly sweet, and something else. Something that was different from Ian’s taste. Her heart raced.

Sophie leaned in to kiss him, but Ian pulled back with a smile. “No, Sophie. I don’t want your kiss there. I want it here.” Ian took her hand and laid it on top of his cock, still hot and damp with her cream. She looked at Ian with wide eyes. He wanted her to suck him now, when he’d been inside her? She bit her lip and Ian’s eyes darkened. He slid out from under her and stood up, his back against the tree. “Kiss me, Sophie,” he whispered and he guided his cock to her mouth.

Sophie slid on her knees closer to Ian as she opened her mouth to take him, her mouth watering for the taste of him mixed with her own essence. Unfortunately a twig happened to be in the way and Sophie gasped and jerked back as it dug into her knee.

“Ow!”

Ian immediately grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “Are you all right?”

Sophie laughed breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll be fine.” She grinned ruefully at Ian. “Well, I’ve certainly ruined the moment.”

Ian grinned as he started to lower his back along the tree. “That was a bad idea, I’m—”

Sophie cut off his words by quickly leaning her hands on his thighs to stop him and taking his still-hard cock into her mouth.

“Christ,” Ian groaned as he leaned back again.

Sophie couldn’t answer. She tasted the salty flavor of the cum leaking from his tip as it seasoned the sweetness of her own cream. She sucked the plump, generous head of his cock softly, running her tongue over its contours. When she hit the slightly raised bump on the underside of his shaft, just below the crown, Ian groaned deeply. Sophie kept her tongue there, gently swirling it around and around.

“God, Sophie,” Ian gasped as he shuddered with pleasure. “I love this, I love it when you do this.” Sophie hummed with pleasure and grasped the base of his cock, angling it so she could take more in her mouth. “Tell me,” Ian said roughly. “Tell me how it tastes, why it pleases you.”

Sophie slowly pulled off his cock, giving the juicy head one last suck before letting go. Ian groaned and Sophie smiled. She was glad Ian had let her come already. She was able to concentrate on giving him pleasure now.

“Your cock is beautiful, Ian,” she told him softly. She ran her finger up and down his shaft with a featherlight touch and watched it quiver in response. “The skin is so soft.” She leaned in and rubbed her cheek along the shaft as she held it to her face with one hand. It was damp and hot. She thought she heard Ian whimper. Then she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed gently. Ian’s breathing was ragged. “But under the softness is this glorious hardness, made for fucking, for loving.”

“You, Sophie,” Ian whispered. “Made for loving you.”

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Sophie’s heart stuttered for a moment, and then she realized he meant making love, not being in love. Still, she refused to let it hurt her. It was enough. Ian liked her, desired her, and it was enough.

“And Derek,” she couldn’t resist adding, and then cursed herself. But Ian didn’t take offense.

“Yes, and Derek,” he whispered, and when Sophie looked up at him his face was

stark with hunger. The sight tightened Sophie’s insides and made that marvelous throbbing beat begin within her again.

“It tastes good, Ian,” she whispered, watching him. His look became wild and his lips parted as he began to pant. “You taste salty and I taste sweet, and it’s good together.”

“Sophie,” he rasped, grabbing a handful of her hair and gently but firmly pulling her mouth back to his cock. Sophie licked the end first, catching the drops leaking from him and Ian’s hips jerked, fucking his cock into her mouth. She took it with a contented sigh. “That’s it, Sophie,” he praised her, “suck it like that, as if it’s a delicacy to savor.”

Sophie loved Ian with her mouth for the next few minutes. She sucked, and took as much of his length in her mouth as she could. But she also licked up and down the shaft and placed teasing little nibbling kisses along it, which made Ian groan and shake. She loved to suck the plump head. It was just the right size for her mouth, a soft, salty treat.

Ian clearly enjoyed it as well, almost too much. When she was deliriously sucking on it yet again Ian pulled her off.

“Enough.” His voice was low and hoarse and Sophie realized how close he was to

losing control. The thought sent savage pleasure through her. Surely Derek couldn’t do it better than she. “Move back,” he ordered as he lowered himself to his knees, “and turn around.”

Sophie did as he commanded. She felt Ian move in close behind her and her cunt

clenched in anticipation. While she’d been sucking him she’d pulled her dress back up to her shoulders so she could move her arms to touch him. Ian now pushed it back down, pulling it off her arms. He pushed the dress to her waist. “Bend over,” he told her roughly, “on your hands and knees.”

Sophie’s breath was coming in gasps. She was ready to come just from his orders.

She leaned over and braced her hands on the ground. Ian spread her legs wider and pushed her skirt up around her waist. Then she felt a jerk and heard more ripping.

“These have to come off,” Ian murmured as he tore her drawers off completely. “I want to feel that ass pumping back against me when I’m fucking you.” Sophie shivered at his words and his rough treatment. She felt irresistible, wild and free, fucking Ian in the sun, the breeze a breath on her skin. She wasn’t scared of his passion, she reveled in it. Reveled in the control he exerted over himself and her.

When her drawers lay in tatters around her, Ian spread the cheeks of her ass and she knew he was looking at her intimately. She spread her legs like a wanton and bent her arms, lowering herself further to the ground, offering herself without shame.

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“Sophie, Christ yes,” Ian moaned. “You want it, you want it so much.” He moved

in behind her and thrust gently, his cock spearing into her to half its length. Sophie moaned at the searing heat of the erotic impalement. She’d never thought she could enjoy this, never, yet Ian had made her want it, every time. Would it be like this with Derek? Sophie gasped at the traitorous thought even as she felt a gush of cream bathe her cunt and Ian’s cock there.

“Yes,” Ian murmured, as if in answer to her question, and Sophie tightened on him in response.

“Sophie, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Ian gasped, “I can’t wait. God, you’re so good, darling, you feel so good.” He was fucking into her hard and deep, and Sophie was riding his cock, thrusting back on him in a wild, furious fuck, wilder than they’d ever been before. Sophie heard her own gasps and moans and grunts, and didn’t even feel embarrassed by them. She wanted to scream each time he slid over that sensitive spot, to shout out how wonderful Ian felt inside her. Ian was just as loud in his pleasure behind her, his vaunted control lost in the throes of their passion.

“Sophie,” he shouted and she felt him ram home, deep and hard, and then she felt his cock jerk and the hot wash of his cum bathing her inside. It was enough, it was more than enough, to push her into another orgasm, pleasure so profound that Sophie was unable to speak at all as wave after wave washed over her.

When it was over Sophie was dazed. She realized that she was lying on the ground, her head cradled on Ian’s shoulder where he now lay next to her. He was breathing heavily, she could feel his chest rising and falling, the hot puffs of his labored breaths in her hair. Ian’s arms held her tight and Sophie felt the warmth of belonging with him, a belonging she had never felt before in her life.

“Ian, I …” She wanted to tell him she loved him, but the words stuck in her throat.

What if he didn’t want her love? What if it ruined the relationship they had now? He loved Derek, he’d told her that. He didn’t want or need Sophie’s love.

Ian lifted his head and looked down at her, puzzled. “What?” he asked softly, and he brushed a stray curl from her forehead. The caress was so intimate, so tender, that Sophie forced herself to sit up before she blurted out her feelings.

“Why am I nearly naked, and you are nearly fully clothed?” she asked instead, her voice unsteady. She began to fumble with her dress, trying to put her shaking arms in the sleeves. Ian sat up next to her with a wicked grin and started to help her.

“Because I like it. I like to strip my lovers while I remain clothed.” He shrugged. “I just like it. I can’t explain why.”

Sophie turned her back quickly so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. His lovers!

He’d included her in the same category as Derek. Surely that meant he did feel

something for her? She bit her lip and the sting helped her regain her composure.

“Would you tie me up?” she asked. She heard Ian choke behind her, so she turned to look at him in concern. “Are you all right?”

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Ian laughed, but Sophie wasn’t sure why. At least not until he leaned in and

whispered in her ear.

“I would love to tie you up, Sophie.” He ran a finger down her spine through the back of her open dress. “And I’ll do up your dress, too.”

Sophie gulped. “Ian,” she squeaked. He just laughed again, making Sophie imagine all the things he might do to her if she were tied up. The thought should frighten her, but instead she felt herself growing hot and tight with arousal. She was shocked again at how she could want Ian so quickly after they’d just made love.

Ian leaned in and kissed her shoulder and her breath hitched. “Is there a rose

named Sophie?” he asked softly, his hands still on the ties of her dress.

Sophie swallowed. “I…I’m not sure.”

Ian pulled back and began to do her ties. “Surely in all of England there is a rose named Sophie, as fair as you.”

Sophie smiled gently. “You’re not going to burst into iambic pentameter again, are you?”

Ian made a disgruntled sound behind her. “I knew my ‘Ode to Sophie’s Nipples’

was woefully unappreciated.”

Sophie couldn’t stop her laughter. “Derek’s ‘Ode to Sophie’s Execrable Chess

Playing’ was far more amusing.”

Ian’s hands had gone still again. “So you like him, don’t you?” She couldn’t miss the hope in his voice.

“Yes, Ian, I like him,” she answered softly. It was true. Without her realizing it Derek had become an important part of her new life.

“It’s a start, then,” he replied before going back to her ties. “I’m not going to do this up properly,” he told her matter-of-factly. “For one, I’m not sure how. Undoing it is much easier. And second, I’m planning on spiriting you up to our room and making love to you several more times, so there’s no reason to make more work for myself once we’re up there.”

“Ian Witherspoon!” Sophie cried out in mock outrage, but she ruined the effect by laughing. “Could you at least do it up enough so that I don’t expose myself to

Montague?”

Ian nipped the nape of her neck and Sophie shrieked, swatting blindly at him

behind her. Ian’s laughter rang out in the garden. “Saucy wench,” he grumbled

playfully. “As if I’d let you expose yourself to anyone.”

Not even Derek, Sophie almost blurted out. But she managed to rein in her unruly tongue. She wasn’t ready to think about what Ian wanted. Not yet. For now, she wanted to enjoy having him all to herself for a while.

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The following morning Sophie walked Ian to the door as he was leaving. Montague and the footmen had mysteriously disappeared in order, Sophie suspected, to give her and Ian time for a private goodbye.

Ian had spent most of yesterday afternoon in Sophie’s bed after delivering his

heartfelt apology and more flowers—a roomful of flowers that she couldn’t resist. She knew that he’d spent most of the night in Derek’s bed. She supposed she should be jealous, but honestly he’d loved her so well in the afternoon all she’d wanted to do last night was sleep. And Derek had been so pleasant at breakfast this morning it was worth it. Sophie had been surprised that she felt almost no embarrassment around Derek after overhearing him and Ian arguing about her yesterday. She wasn’t sure what that meant.

“You’ll be all right?” Ian asked for the umpteenth time, and Sophie smiled at him sweetly.

“Of course, Ian, I’ll be fine. Derek is here, and Montague and a houseful of other servants as well. I’ll be perfectly fine.” She bumped her hip against his as they walked slowly arm in arm. “But I shall miss you terribly, you know.”

Ian wrapped his arm around her waist tighter. “I shall miss you too. I don’t relish a night sleeping alone.”

Sophie laughed. “I see. So you’re worried about carnal deprivation.”

Ian laughed. “Hardly. Between you and Derek, I need the rest.” He talked about sex with Derek as if it was perfectly normal, and Sophie supposed it was, for them. She was actually relieved Ian had made it so casual and straightforward. It would have been impossible to pretend he and Derek were anything but lovers, and the pretense would have made her so uncomfortable.

“Well, I don’t know about Derek, but you, sir, are wearing me out,” Sophie teased as she stopped and turned to him. She smoothed the collar of his jacket, suddenly nervous about his leaving. “This will be the first night since we were married that we’ll be apart.”

“I wasn’t with you last night,” Ian said quietly. “I’m sorry. I should have been. I—”

Sophie placed a finger against his lips to stop him. “You were with me. I knew you were close, and even that, if I needed you, I could go and get you in Derek’s room. I felt perfectly safe. There’s no need to apologize.”

“What will you do while I’m gone?” Ian kissed her finger and swept a stray curl off her cheek.

“Oh I daresay I shall indulge all my wildest sexual fantasies with the costermonger, redecorate your study and have a nude portrait painted.”

Ian reared back in horror. “My study? What are you going to do to my study?”