So, she needed to use her mouth. How hard could it be?
She dropped to her knees before him. Without pausing the motion of her hand, as he seemed to like that quite a bit, she pressed a kiss against his rod. Unsure of what to do, she opened her mouth, swirling her lips and tongue around its tip.
She felt his thighs turn to iron around her. “What are you doing?” he hissed.
Rosalie froze. Slowly, she lifted her head to look up at him. Lucian’s eyes were wild. He looked shocked. Appalled? Horrified?
“I… I’m sorry,” she stuttered. She leaned away so quickly that she overbalanced and sat down, coming to rest in an awkward heap. “I thought you might… enjoy it,” she added weakly.
“You’re damn right, I would enjoy it.” Strong hands gripped her upper arms, hauling her back to her knees. “You virgins aren’t nearly as dull a lot as I’ve been led to believe.”
It was Rosalie’s turn to smirk at him. “Oh, most of us are. I’m just exceptional.”
The corner of his mouth quirked, and a soft expression came into his eyes. Were he anyone else, Rosalie would have said it was fondness, but of course, Lucian Deverell did not cast fond glances. “You certainly are.”
Rosalie cleared her throat, which felt unaccountably tight. “Well. Let me get back to it, then.”
But as she leaned forward, strong fingers threaded through her hair, staying her. She looked up at Lucian.
“Do you know what’s going to happen?”
Her cheeks grew warm. “At the moment of your, er… paroxysm… you will expel your seed.”
A grin split across his face. “I would’ve used the words, ‘I’m going to come in your mouth.’ But essentially, yes.”
Rosalie stared at him a beat. “Will that pose a problem?”
He laughed. “You tell me.”
She bit back her annoyance. “Is it harmful?”
He tilted his head, considering. “Not that I know of. But you might not enjoy it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”
She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, and his soft laughter washed over her in the moonlight.
This time, Lucian deigned to provide her with some instruction. “Keep moving your hand.Yes. Focus on my head with your mouth. That’s the… most sensitive part. Use your tongue to…Oh, fuck.Fuck, Rosalie, that’s so fucking… I’m already so close. Faster. Faster, please, yes… Yes, oh, fuck… Oh,fuck, I’m going to…”
His fingers dug into her scalp, and his rod jerked. A rush of liquid filled her mouth, and she froze in surprise even though he had warned her to expect it. But he encouraged her to continue her motion, and so she resumed her efforts. She would never have thought she would enjoy hearing such profanity as the words he uttered. But here was indisputable evidence that her attempts to pleasure him were not so clumsy as she feared, and that, against all odds, he was enjoying them! And so, his curses fell upon her ears like honey.
After a moment, he drew her off him. He scooped her up from the ground and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. He was still breathing hard when he cradled her to him, pressing her head against his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair. “That was magnificent.Youare magnificent.”
“You’re welcome,” Rosalie murmured. She knew he didn’t mean that, or at least, not in any sort of lasting way. But she felt content. Who would have thought it would feel so natural, sitting half-naked on a bench with London’s most notorious rakehell in the aftermath of her first sexual experience?
He made an amused sound. “I know this will sound crazy. But could I?—”
He stopped midsentence, turning his head sharply. That was when Rosalie heard it—the crunch of footsteps on gravel.
“Someone’s coming!” she hissed.
He spoke in the same instant. “Hurry! Get behind the…” He trailed off, glancing around. “Damn it, there’s no place to hide.” He stepped in front of her, shielding her with his back. He began frantically buttoning his trousers. “At least do up your?—”
“Deverell?” Male laughter filled the garden. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to find you out here. Who’s your latest paramour?”
Rosalie peeked around Lucian’s shoulder. Edmund Reeves, the third son of the Earl of Starling, was striding down the path toward them.
Rosalie ducked behind Lucian and began fumbling with the ties of her dress. She didn’t know Edmund well, but he had a reputation for being a bit of a blade. In particular, he was known for recording impetuous wagers in the betting book at White’s.
