Page 67 of As the Earl Likes
Sheff’s cock was begging for release, but this was already so much more than he’d anticipated. “I should go.”
She opened her eyes and bolted up. Her gaze dipped to his groin. “If you think I’m letting you leave like that, you would be wrong.”
He arched a brow. “What do you suggest? I pleasure myself while you watch?”
Her eyes rounded, then narrowed to seductive slits. “That is a marvelous idea, actually. But I’ve my own plan.” She pushed her skirts down and slid from the table. Moving to the door, she gave him a saucy smile. “Grab your hat and follow me.”
Sheff bent to pluck his hat from where it had fallen to the floor. “What do you have planned?”
“Nothing you didn’t already do to me.” Her sultry expression made him groan as he imagined her mouth around his cock.
“If you insist.”
Then he followed her from the cupboard and up the back stairs. She opened a door, and they arrived on a landing that looked familiar. He realized the other end was where he’d come up the stairs from the front door to her lodgings.
But she didn’t lead him that way. She took him through an archway to a corridor and opened the first door on the right. “My chamber. I doubt my mother is here as she is likely at Marcel’s, so you may be as loud as you like.”
Sheff closed the door behind him as he followed her inside. “Marcel?”
“Her lover.” She began to loosen her hair, setting the pins on a dressing table on the opposite side of the room.
As her dark locks began to fall around her shoulders, Sheff stood stock-still. He’d had more sexual experiences than he could count, but this was somehow the most intimate act he’d seen. When her hair was down, she removed her earrings and put them on the dresser with the pins. Then she turned and ran her fingers through her wavy hair.
Sheff crossed the room in just a few strides and swept her into his arms, grunting just before he kissed her. She kissed him back—ravenously—as she pushed at his coat.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he stepped back to toss his coat away. Then he collapsed into a chair near the hearth and pulled his boots off. His stockings followed them to the floor, and when he looked up, he saw that Jo had undone the front of her gown. The bodice fell, exposing her stays. Her breasts pressed up against the top, but not in the revealing way they did in her ball gowns. Her costume for the Siren’s Call was more modest, and her undergarments covered more of the flesh he so desperately wanted to see.
After pulling the gown over her head, she set the garment over the back of the small chair at the dressing table. Then she removed the petticoat and draped it atop the gown.
Lifting her hands behind her back, she began to pull at the ties of the corset. Sheff had undressed enough women to know what she was doing. He moved toward her. “Turn.”
Without comment, she presented her back, and he made quick work of divesting her of the garment. She took it from him and casually dropped it to the floor. “It’s almost as though you’ve done that before,” she murmured, a playful smile teasing her lips.
“I’ve never enjoyed it as much as just then.” And he meant that. His gaze dipped to her breasts, her nipples visible through the thin lawn of her chemise.
She took his hand and pulled him toward the end of the bed. “You are exceptionally handsome,” she remarked as she plucked at his cravat, expertly loosening the knot before pulling the silk away from his neck and letting it fall to the floor.
“It’s almost as though you’ve done that before,” he said, clasping her waist, then massaging her hip.
She smirked at him. “Can we not discuss our past experiences? I can’t think of anything more tedious. Especially at this moment. I’m only interested in right here. Right now.”
“Agreed.”
She unbuttoned his waistcoat, and he shrugged out of it. She pushed it from him, and neither of them made an effort to catch the garment before it hit the floor.
Tugging the hem of his shirt from his breeches, she put her hands beneath the garment and ran her palms over his abdomen. Sheff whisked the shirt over his head and threw it across the room. She explored his chest, her fingers moving over his flesh, pausing here and there. Leaning forward, she licked one of his nipples. He groaned and cupped her backside.
She dropped onto the bed and unbuttoned his fall. His cock jerked as she pushed the breeches down over his hips. She tugged them farther down until he was able to kick them off, leaving him nude.
“Lovely,” she breathed as she caressed his hips and thighs, her hands coming close to his groin but not close enough.
Sheff could barely contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to slide himself into her mouth and thrust back against her throat.
She curled her hand around his shaft finally, and he groaned low and long. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as she stroked him. He had no idea how long she worked him, her hand moving faster, then slowing once more. It was the most delicious torture.
He felt her mouth close around the tip of his cock. He sucked in a breath and lightly clasped her head. She cupped his balls, and he thought he might come right then.
Opening his eyes, he tipped his head down to watch her take him more deeply into her mouth, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft. He twined his fingers in her hair, utterly enchanted as he watched her pleasure him. His balls tightened. He really was going to come in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
