Page 34 of A Devilish Element
Jem gulped. He couldn’t deny she was right. This wasn’t how things ought to be though, he ought to be pleasuring her, with his lips and tongue, with the slide of his fingertips between the split of her quim.
She pressed her nose against the skin at the juncture between his torso and hip. “I adore how you smell—musky with promise.”
He groaned.
“Do you like to be sucked, Jem? I’ve heard it’s a thing that some men—”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, I do. Please. Yes.”
She grinned, but then stuck out her tongue and stole a pearly bead from the tip of his cock.
Jem’s eyelids fluttered closed. Christ, what torment! He wanted to clasp hold of her head, guide her to do more than tease with her tongue tip, to open her mouth and swallow the whole of him right down to the root.
When she tasted him a second time, then a third, he pressed against her lips, which she willingly parted, granting him entrance to the hot cavern of her mouth.
“Suck me,” he sang, his hands finding purchase around her head, while he steadied himself against the cupboard at his rear. He was making noises, nonsensical croons, and rasps, but he didn’t think a mouth around his cock had ever felt this good before. She might not be proficient, but she was eager, and he was utterly besotted. She was going to bring him off, and soon, if he wasn’t careful. He clasped his hand around the base of his cock, but it wasn’t enough.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Take care now.”
“Do you mean you’re going to spend?”
He choked. Eliza drew him deeper. “Going to…” Goddammit, he was already there, and there was no stopping it. The first spurt took her off guard, but she rallied and swallowed; he felt the motion of her throat as his cock released into her mouth.
His mind was a puddle, surely spilling from his ears.
Eliza sat back on her haunches and looked at him. Then she dabbed his spendings from her lips like a duchess wiping away cake crumbs. “That was—”
“Let me do the same for you.” He said in a hurry.
She cocked her head. “I don’t see how… Wait, you mean, lick between my thighs?”
He groaned at the description, and his cock gave a pulse like an aftershock. In a moment, he’d find her a chair, lift her skirts. Jem slid down the cupboard at his back and landed on the floor on a level with her. “You are astonishing,” he said, before kissing her. “How did you even know that such a thing was a thing?”
“I have ears,” she said, a tinkle of laughter in her voice.
So, alas, did he. “Someone is coming!”
“Drat!” she mouthed.
Eliza grabbed her bowl, and he his breeches, and they fled deeper into the suite. The backroom housed a large table, and a tray of assorted knives and torturer’s implements.
“Anatomist,” Jem hissed as much to remind himself as her. They squatted behind the table, and he did his best to right his clothing.
“There’s another exit somewhere.” Logically, there had to be, as Bell had emerged into the corridor yesterday without disturbing he and Linfield. They both twisted their necks, trying to ascertain the route. There were three choices, and their escape might lie behind any of them. Still crouched, Jem edged towards the nearest.
“Wait,” Eliza hissed, still cradling her bowl like precious cargo. “I don’t think it’s Bell.”
“Who else—?”
But no, she was correct. It was interesting how quickly one learned to recognise a person’s tread. Bell’s gait was more authoritative, and more stride than shuffle. Whoever it was had a more delicate pace and softer soles.
Eliza stood. “Mrs Honeyfield,” she said, and returned to the other room.
The housekeeper jumped, fumbling the jar she held, but managing to keep her grip on it. “Heavens, Miss. You reet startled me. Where did you spring from?”
Eliza waved vaguely. Jem ducked back behind the table. Everyone knew what gossip was like in the servant’s quarters. The last thing he needed was for Linfield to hear he’d been down here alone with Eliza.
“No, no,” that lady was saying. She snatched the jar from the housekeeper’s hand and returned it to the shelf. “Those won’t aid at all.”
