TWO
AS SOON AS HER PRETTY MOUTH CLOSED OVER his cock end Gregor knew it would not be enough. He would have to delve between her pale thighs and possess her. As she knelt before him and worked him with gusto, it only made him eager to sample more of her talents. Was that her intention?
If so, he doubted her sanity. They were both in danger of incarceration, with her so flagrantly disregarding his disguise. The fact that the guard was but a few strides away only seemed to make her bolder. It was madness. Raining kisses on his shaft, she clutched his ballocks and sucked his crown into her hot, damp mouth.
His cock reached, and when it did she ran her teeth along its underside, an act that almost undid him there and then. When he cursed beneath his breath she growled in her throat, which vibrated along his length as she did so, adding a new element to the experience. She was an impetuous lass and he knew he should put a stop to it, but her forthright, lusty manner only made his need for release greater.
She glanced up at him and the flickering candlelight caught the desire that burned bright in her eyes. Gregor saw why she had gained such a notorious title—a harlot indeed, for she surely did enjoy her trade. He could no more stop this than he could melt the bars that contained them. It was an unfamiliar experience to have his plans complicated by a woman. Gregor attempted to caution himself. It was his enemy he wanted her to distract, although her tenacity showed she would be good for the task he had in mind.
Even so, the urge to pin and have her grew with each stroke of her tongue along his length. The guard was no threat, for he’d readily believed Gregor’s claim to be a visiting minister assisting the local kirk. If they remained quiet, perhaps it would be possible. With his hands on her hair, Gregor clasped her head while she milked him with her mouth. “You know no shame.”
Her eyelids lifted and she pulled free, sighing most contentedly as she did so. “That much is true, but I sense no admonishment in your comment, sire.”
There was humor in her tone. While she spoke she held his straining cock in one hand, and then she dipped her head and ran the tip of her tongue beneath its crown, where the skin was tight, teasing him quite deliberately.
“There was no admonishment, but we must be on our way soon, and quick about it.”
The shadows danced around the small cell as if a draft had blown down the corridor, and he heard the groaning of the drunken sot in the cell beyond. When he concentrated harder he could hear the guard humming to himself as he enjoyed his supper. All these things—and Gregor’s impending release—made haste imperative.
Again she licked the underside of his crown. Then the hot, wet clasp of her mouth on his engorged cock forced him back against the wall. Cursing beneath his breath, he rested his shoulders against the hard surface while the woman kneeling at his feet squeezed and tugged his ballocks with one hand, the other tightening around the base of his rod as she worked it up and down. She was good, too damn good.
Glancing down, Gregor could see she was aroused herself. Her hips rocked from side to side, her body undulating. If he wasn’t mistaken, she wanted his length inside her. The thought affected him, harnessing his need. From the depths of her throat, she gave another loud growl of approval as his cock leaped and lengthened.
Pulling free, the woman stared up at him. Her strange blue eyes glittered in the candlelight as she teased him with her fingers. “You would have me rush the task?”
“No.” He snatched at her arm, hauling her to her feet, and quickly turned her around so that she was braced against the wall instead of him. “But I must take charge of this situation, lest you bring the guard here with your sighing and exultations.” That would happen soon enough, but he had to be ready to break them free, not midvault, with his breeches at his knees.
Delighted laughter escaped her mouth.
Had she no sense of fear? Silencing her with his lips seemed the only viable option, and he could do that while running her through with his length. He hauled her skirts up and thrust his hands beneath her shapely bottom, lifting her from her feet. She gasped, then gave an approving murmur and wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him in.
“You are a noisy wench.”
“What of it? Are you one of those men who despise women who find pleasure in the act?”
“Quite the contrary.” It took immense control to answer her levelly. At the base of his spine a deep, unremitting throbbing had taken hold of him, signaling the urgent need for release. If the guard came now, they would both be damned.
“Good.” She flashed those strange eyes at him and then peeled down the rim of her stays, lifting her breasts free of their confinement in order to toy with her nipples. Between thumb and forefinger she arrested the hard nubs and tugged, hard. She let out a garbled moan as she did so.
Gregor pursed his lips. The way she acted made him want to graze those tender nipples with his teeth, in order to hear her cry out more loudly—an act that would be suicidal under the circumstances. She was taunting him with her bawdy behavior, the vixen. This was something he would have to keep in mind in the days ahead. “You are trouble, my dear, of that I am now sure.”
She laughed softly, and yet there was both hunger and longing in her expression as she met his gaze. The practiced glance of a clever whore, to be sure, but his body answered nonetheless, his cock eager to be buried inside her. He bent his knees, and when his erection slid against the folds of her damp puss, she shuddered visibly.
“Ah, yes, this is what you need. This is why you know no fear.”
“Perhaps,” she responded, and her eyes narrowed to dark slits as she regarded him. A chuckle rose in her, and he stifled it with a kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, as he would soon thrust into her body.
With her arms around his neck she pulled free of his kiss and leaned her shoulders against the wall. Her loosened breasts swayed in front of his eyes as she arched her back and manipulated her hips so that his cock slid readily inside her as soon as he found her hot, slippery hole.
Gregor shifted his weight, eager to find his rhythm. Forcing himself deeper, he reveled in the tight clutch and give of her core. She was so eager, and he was equally keen to satisfy the lust in them both. The intense connection captured him, making his thoughts like mud. At the back of his mind, he wondered if he’d taken leave of his senses.
She whispered encouragement beneath her breath and then stifled a cry by pushing her hand against her mouth when he drove deeper, shoving her up against the wall as he did so.
To see her that way gave him great pleasure. He placed his feet wider, gaining leverage and using it. Her sleek, hot cunt grasped at his distended cock eagerly with each thrust, and he cursed beneath his breath, ruing the inconvenience of the
ir current whereabouts.
Then she wrapped her hands around his neck, whispering against his ear, forcing his release much more urgently. “Harder, sire.”