“Never better,” he said breathlessly.
She knew he’d say that to placate her, even if it wasn’t true. Every muscle in his body was taut, as if he were in pain. She started to draw her hand away, but he caught her wrist.
“Please,” he groaned. “Don’t stop now.” He took a deep shuddering breath. “Unless, you’re afraid. Or... disgusted.”
She shook her head. “I thought maybe I was hurting you.”
“It feels wonderful, love.”
Her confidence restored, Eleanor returned her attention to Reg’s cock. The texture of the skin at the enlarged tip appeared different than that of the shaft. She stroked it with her fingertips. Reg shuddered violently. Eleanor’s nipples tautened and a strange throb centered between her thighs. She had experienced those responses when Reg had kissed her. Held her. But he wasn’t even touching her. She was touching him. Lowering her head, she kissed the head of his hard length.
Reg’s body jerked. Recognizing now that his response meant he liked it, she kissed it again, rubbing her lips and then her tongue over his sensitive skin. Her kisses became feverish, sucking gently. His quivering reactions fascinated her. She felt empowered. Wanted to give him more pleasure. Make this strong knight tremble at the touch of her lips. Her tongue. She sampled a drop of fluid she found at the apex of his erection and found it salty on her tongue. Wrapping a hand around his shaft gently, she held him as she explored his cock head with her tongue. Her fingers. Her lips. With her thumb, she traced the rim that separated the head of his cock from the shaft. He stiffened and cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, Lara, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Reece said unexpectedly.
Lara grinned up at him.
“How is she doing?” he asked. “Please tell me she’s getting over her fear of trouser snakes.”
“Touching Reg is starting to turn her on.”
“Her touching Reg is driving me insane. Could you help her out with her technique a little?”
Lara wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and ran her tongue over the head of Reece’s cock. She blew a breath over the moistened tip. “Like that?”
Reece swept an arm across the table, sending tin cups, plates and utensils to the floor. Lara squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her around the waist and set her on the table. He fumbled under her skirt and found her very, unsexy underdrawers were split in the crotch. His fingers brushed the hot, slick skin between her thighs and she gasped.
“Oh thank God,” he muttered, and grabbed his cock.
When she felt Reece’s cockhead against her entrance, she concentrated on his handsome face, not wanting Eleanor to intrude upon this moment. Lara wanted Reece. Inside her. Immediately. She wanted to experience everything he had to offer. It had nothing to do with helping anyone but herself.
Reece eased into her slowly, his strokes shallow at first as he wet himself with her freely flowing juices. Instead of thrusting deeper, he withdrew completely. Took an inch of her. Withdrew again. Entered her again. Withdrew completely. It drove her insane with need.
“Oh Reece, deeper,” she gasped, staring into his hazel-green eyes.
Beneath her hiked skirts, his hands gripped her hips and he plunged deep. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, and she cried out in delight. He pulled out again.
“Please,” she gasped.
He shifted her to the very edge of the table so he could thrust into her again, taking her balls-deep this time. She dropped back on the table, bumping the back of her head on its hard surface.
Reece reached up to rub her scalp with one hand. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He moved his arms to hold her legs up and bent. He concentrated all of his effort on rubbing her deep inside in exactly the right way with perfectly timed gyrations of his hips. She stared up at him, her heart thudding with a mixture of excitement and unmistakable love. He had his bottom lip pinned between his teeth and his eyes tightly closed as he thrust and churned, thrust and churned. Sweat trickled down his strong jaw, corded neck, and pooled along his collar bone. The ripples of his stomach muscles bunched and relaxed as he thrust into her. The only thing that could possibly be sexier than watching his belly tense and relax would be seeing his ass tighten each time he thrust deep. What she wouldn’t have given for a mirror along the wall behind him. Lara reached between her wide-open thighs to rub her hands over his hips, wanting to feel his muscles working. She arched her back so she could reach his ass, careful not to interrupt his perfectly orchestrated thrusts. She held onto him with both hand as her pleasure built and built.
As her excitement intensified, Lara cried out each time their bodies came together. “Yes, Reece. Oh God.” Her vocalizations grew louder and louder as he fucked her closer to oblivion. “Reece. Reece!” When he sent her flying over the edge, spasm of bliss wracked through her body. Concentrated within her pussy and her womb, the pulsations of pleasure radiated outward, making her belly quiver, her thighs quake. “Oh yes, Reece. Yes. Reece.”
Reece’s breath caught and he thrust deep, gripping fabric at her hips with clenched hands as he flooded her with his fluids. She watched his face while he came. With both eyes squeezed shut and his entire face contorted with ecstasy, Lara decided it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen her life.
Reece sucked in a deep, shaky breath and then blinked his eyes open. When their eyes met, he grinned. “There’s a sample of what we usually share.”
“Can we do that again?” she murmured. “Minus the dress?”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter 10
A knock on the door early the next morning pulled Reece from sleep. He was reluctant to move. Naked and sated, Lara was cuddled up against his side fast asleep. He probably should answer the door, but the last thing he wanted to do was disrupt the intimacy between his body and Lara’s. A second knock pulled Lara abruptly from sleep and she sat upright, staring at the door apprehensively.
“Someone’s at the door,” she whispered.
Her mass of brown curls were tangled around her beautiful face and he decided what he really wanted to do was pull the covers up over their heads and pretend no one was home.
“Sir Reginald. It’s Toby. I’ve come with an urgent message,” the voice of a young man called outside the door.
“Who’s Toby?” Lara asked.
With her blue eyes wide and that bewildered look on her face, Reece couldn’t resist kissing her. Just a gentle brush on the lips before he forced himself to climb from the bed. “I have no idea who Toby is. Reg’s squire perhaps? We can only hope.”
Reece crossed the cabin and peeked out the small window beside the door. A blond boy of about twelve years stood on the doorstep with a roll of parchment clutched in his hand. The only other living creature in the yard was a sleek, black horse.
Reece found his discarded pants and donned them. Lara whined in protest and he grinned at her disappointed pout. Reece opened the door, not sure how he was supposed to greet Toby. He was thankful that he’d volunteered his name. “Good morning, Toby. What brings you here today?”
“A challenge has been issued,” he said excitedly and handed Reece the scroll.
Reece accepted the paper and moved into the cabin. Toby followed him inside and closed the door. Reece unrolled the parchment and began to read.
“G-good m-morning, Lady Eleanor,” Toby said.
Reece glanced up to see the kid’s freckled face scarlet with embarrassment. Reece looked over at Lara who was climbing out of bed and trying to keep her nakedness concealed. From Toby’s expression, Reece doubted if the lad had ever seen a lady in such a state of undress. Lara pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself before walking towards Reece.
“Good morning, Master Toby,” Lara returned. “What do you mean a challenge has been issued?”
Toby pulled his gaze from Lara and looked at the parchment. “Lord Abbot has issued a challen
ge. A tournament of knights. He says the winner shall claim you as his bride, milady.”
“That’s ridiculous!” she said. “I’m not a piece of property. He can’t offer me as the prize of some competition.”
“If we refuse, he will call the law and have me imprisoned,” Reece said, repeating what he’d read on the scroll. “For kidnapping.”
“Then we should run.”
“Milady,” Toby chastised. “A knight would never refuse a challenge. How can you even think to ask Sir Reginald to run?”
“Toby, mind your tongue,” Reece warned.
“You aren’t thinking of running are you?” Toby asked. “I’ll fight him myself, just to watch the pompous ass lose. No prize necessary.” He swung his arm in a wide arc as if wielding a sword.
“I’m not running,” Reece assured him. But he doubted he had the skills necessary to joust a trained knight. Even with Reg’s expertise aiding him, Reece would need more than an inkling to survive. “The joust is to take place tomorrow,” he said, reading the challenge more carefully. Perhaps he and Lara would leap before he entered the arena. “And there will be two other events, one chosen by each participant.”
“No,” Toby said. “This was written yesterday. The tournament is today.”
“Today?”
Lara snatched the paper out of Reece’s hand. “You have to refuse,” she said, glancing up at Reece. Her concern was touching. “There’s no way you can win.” Okay, that was less than touching.