Page 8 of The Duke's Wicked Widow
Ellie sucked in a breath, her gaze snapping to his, even if she had to tip her head back to do so. He was glaring at her in what she thought might be anger. Anger? Why was he angry?
She swallowed, and confessed the truth in a whisper. “If that is what it will take.”
To her surprise, a harsh bark of laughter burst from his lips. “Ye clearly dinnae have sons or brothers, Ellie,” he said in explanation when she reared away from him, confused.
“I do not.”
If shedid, none of this would be necessary.
“Aye, it’s clear ye’ve never been around a male between the ages of—och, fourteen and twenty—nay, I tell a lie.” He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Anyman, up to the age of sixty, and then perhaps aulder.”
There was something in his expression, a fierceness she couldn’t recognize. “I d-do not understand, Mr. MacMillan.”
“A beautiful young woman such as yerself, marching up and demanded to be fooked?” He snorted. “Like something out of a folk song. This shite doesnae happen in real life.”
This wasn’t going at all the way she’d hoped or expected. If thiswasevery young man’s dream, then why were they still having this discussion? Why wasn’t she lying on that sofa over there, her skirts over her head, as this man…fookedher?
Her chin came up. “Itishappening.”
Perhaps she hadn’t done enough. He’d called her beautiful, which she knew was a kindness. But perhaps she wasn’t beingenticingenough. Perhaps there was more she could do. Remove her shirtwaist completely? Allow him to touch her breasts? She’d heard some men liked that, although Rufus had never…
Rufus had been particular about how she should act in the bedroom in the short time he’d had the strength to…approach her. There were things she did for him toenticehim, though. Perhaps she could try them now.
“Whatis happening, little Ellie?” He leaned forward again, looming over her, taking up all the oxygen around her. “This is truly what ye want? For me to treat ye like a whore?”
Perhaps he’d only dropped his hands to his trouser buttons as a threat. Perhaps he’d never meant to go through with it.
But that movement, combined with Ellie’s thoughts, made the decision for her.
Before another heartbeat she sank gracefully to her knees, reaching for his trousers, helping him unbutton.
“What in Christ—” Fawkes blurted, before she’d grasped his penis.
Hiscock, Rufus used to call it.
Her husband’s member had never been hard when they’d begun their intimacies, hence Ellie’s experiences withenticement. But Fawkes…
As he sucked in a startled breath, she heard her own little gasp of surprise.
His cock was already erect, aye, and thick. Thicker than she could have imagined, and longer than Rufus’s, although not so long she couldn’t manage her intention.
“Ellie, for fook’s sake, get—”
When her lips closed around his member, Fawkes’s objections cut off in a groan.
Well this was…new.
Rufus’s cock had always been flaccid when she’d placed it in her mouth, and only after significant effort when she’d felt it grow had she known she’d done her duty.
Fawkes was different.
The tip of his member slid across the top of her tongue and she opened her mouth wider, trying to keep her teeth away from what she knew was sensitive skin. In the past, she’d kept her hands to herself, or perhaps on Rufus’s hips, but now…
One of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, and the other cupped the heavy ballocks dangling below. He shuddered in her hold, the sound he made half a mutter, half a gasp, and she couldn’t decide if that meant she’d done something right or wrong.
When she couldn’t pull anymore of him into her mouth, she slid her mouth back, drawing him out and coating his skin with saliva. Using her fingers, she spread the wetness along his cock, trying to mimic the motion of thrusting while she teased the tip with her tongue.
A burst of saltiness surprised her, as did his second groan moments before his fingers tangled in her hair.
