Catherine Gayle

One Lonely Night

ONE

Vivian rolled over and tried to block out the sounds coming from the suite next to hers. It proved to be far from an easy task she’d set for herself.

The walls of Quinton Abbey were quite thick. She’d never had this problem before while here, but tonight she’d left her window to allow some of the cool, summer air to come into her chamber. Apparently this couple, whoever they were, had done the same and were rather enjoying themselves.

Their moans and groans were making it impossible for Vivi to sleep. She rolled over, put her pillow over her ears, and wondered what it would be like to enjoy the marriage bed with quite such vigor.

Her husband, Lord Tucker Flynn, had been a very caring lover during the whole of their six month marriage. He was always so gentle with her, so sweet. And it was perfectly lovely when they coupled-pleasurable, even, despite the dire warnings Vivi’s mother had given her the night before her wedding. But there had never been anything between them that would cause such…such unbridled enthusiasm, for lack of a better term.

The amorous activity of her neighbors had Vivi in quite a state, indeed. Hot. Tingling. Achy with a need she couldn’t explain.

She was half tempted to knock at Tucker’s door for relief, but she doubted their typical lovemaking would provide much of a reprieve from her current state of affairs.

When the woman’s erotic scream broke through Vivian’s pillow and a flood of wetness surged straight between her legs, there was no doubt in her mind any longer. Nothing Tucker would ever dream of doing with her could possibly satisfy the raging need currently building inside her.

Vivi tossed the pillow aside. It was useless. Besides, the man was now groaning again. Perhaps they were finished for the night. She could hope.

Indeed, the activity next to her soon seemed to come to a close. No more thumping and bumping. No more rhythmic, insensible moans. Just quiet. Blessed, blissful quiet.

Thank goodness.

But Vivi was still so overly warm, she couldn’t possibly get to sleep. After laying there, trying to do so but failing miserably, she tossed back the counterpane and walked out onto the portico just outside her room, drawing the door almost to a close behind her. The nighttime air felt good on her skin. She lifted her hot, sticky mane of curls off the back of her neck and let the breeze cool her down, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation more fully.

A light wind kicked up and fluttered over her thin nightrail, tickling against the sensitive flesh underneath. She wrapped her arms over her chest and looked out at the grounds below her to the sound of muted voices in the next room. Her room was directly over the rose gardens, which almost glimmered in the bright light of the moon tonight.

The muffled talk turned to a woman’s gasp, and then they were out on the portico next to her. Vivi dashed quickly behind a potted fern and pinched her eyes closed. She’d die of mortification if they knew she’d been privy to their encounters tonight, and she couldn’t get back inside her room without alerting them to her presence.

Their amorous pursuits were soon underway again. “Is this good, love? Is this what you wanted?” the strained, masculine voice asked. Was that Lord Lipscombe? It certainly sounded like him. Vivi was tempted to peek, just to see for certain.

But no. She couldn’t.

She shouldn’t.

But in the end, she couldn’t resist. Moving her head just so, she could see through the fronds of the fern. And it was most decidedly Lord and Lady Lipscombe on the portico next to her. Good Lord, but he was a big man. He looked even larger in the nude.

The viscount had his wife bent over the railing, entering her from behind. Vivi’s eyes widened at the thought of Tucker doing such a thing to her. Her pulse raced and suddenly, she found it difficult to take a deep breath.

Then Lord Lipscombe guided his wife’s hand to her mound and had her touching herself while he continued thrusting into her. His hands moved to her full breasts and he pinched her nipples. Vivi gasped as her own breasts suddenly felt strangely heavy and needy. Thankfully, Lady Lipscombe was currently in the midst of making far more noise than she had, yet again. They didn’t notice her.

She moved ever-so-slightly closer to them, careful not to disturb anything. Lord Lipscombe kept molding and tugging at his wife’s breasts. Vivi’s hands went to her own, pinching her extremely taut, swollen nipples through the sheer fabric of her nightrail. It was nothing short of miraculous that she didn’t moan aloud her relief. Her pulse roared as one hand moved lower, lifting the hem of her gown and delving inside to her most secret place.

TWO

“ I’m calling it a night, Holbrook,” Lord Tucker Flynn said, pushing his cards across the table as he shoved his chair back from the table. “You’ll have to find some other dunce to cheat the rest of the night.”

The earl looked around the darkened room at the stragglers still hanging about. At this late hour, few remained, save those gentlemen such as Holbrook (if he could truly be called that) who had no wife to join above stairs. Well, truth be told, Holbrook had a wife. Just not one above stairs.

The rest of them, in general, were unmarried. Tucker and Viscount Raynesford, however, were exceptions to that general rule.

“ Raynesford,” Holbrook called out, “you look like a man eager to lose some coin to my superior skill. Take over for Flynn.”

The viscount didn’t even bother to look up from his book on horse breeding. “Not tonight. You’d do better trying my brother.” His voice was a slow drawl as he turned the page. “But you’d have to return to London to do that.”

Holbrook cursed beneath his breath then scoured about for someone else to swindle. Tucker could do nothing but chuckle and shake his head as he left the undercroft and headed up the stairs. Why would a libertine such as Holbrook even agree to come to such a house party? He would be bored to tears in no time, and there were no lightskirts about for him to chase after.

Luckily, Tucker had no intention of chasing after anyone’s skirts, save those of his wife. He and Vivian had been married now for about half a year. He’d attempted to slowly woo his bride, gradually teaching her the seductive arts. She’d been a willing and ready student, to this point, and very responsive even if a bit inhibited. But he’d not wanted to take things too far, too soon. The last thing he needed was for Vivi to scare off and bar him from her bed as his sister-in-law had done with his brother. Gideon had told him horror stories of months spent trying to woo his wife again after he’d asked too much of her in the early stages of their marriage.

Perhaps this little visit to Quinton Abbey was exactly what Tucker needed to move things to the next step with Vivi. A change in locale might encourage her to be more experimental, more adventurous.

That’s what he’d been hoping for, at least, when he accepted the invitation.

Tucker rounded the final corner in the spiraling maze of hallways, then opened the door to the suite he and Vivi shared. No light filtered beneath the doorway to her chamber. She must have already gone to bed.

He knocked lightly. No response. Tucker knocked again, a bit louder this time. Still nothing. Was she already asleep? He hadn’t intended to stay away from her so late.

Blast Holbrook. The lecher had distracted him from his purpose.

Still, there were some very intriguing ways he could wake his wife.

Tucker grinned at the images racing through his mind and pushed Vivi’s door open. Her bedclothes were rumpled and tossed about, and a pillow lay on the floor near a chintz armchair, but Vivi was not in the room. The door leading out to her portico was cracked open. Perhaps she had stepped outside for a bit of air. Well, that gave him yet another interesting manner in which he could surprise her.

Tiptoeing across the floor so as not to alert her to his presence, Tucker carefully made his way to the cracked doorway.

Then he stopped cold. His pulse roared to life, pounding through his veins faster than he had ever experienced before.

The unmistakable sounds of a couple in the midst of a passionate encounter came into the room. He’d be damned if anyone was going to make a cuckold of him. But who here would, other than perhaps Holbrook? He’d left the earl down in the undercroft.

Whoever the bastard was, Tucker would rip him limb from limb.

Tucker peeked through the crack in the doorway, searching for Vivian. Finally, he found her, tucked neatly behind a potted fern. His jaw dropped open when he saw her though-she had one hand on her breast while the other had her nightrail lifted to her waist as she desperately frigged away at her mound. Her cheeks looked flushed in the moonlight and her breaths came heavy and shallow, but there was no one with her.

Instantly, Tucker’s rod was hard as granite from the view before him. He adjusted his breeches. Then he adjusted his positioning so he could determine where the couple in heat might be. There were most decidedly male grunts mixed in with the feminine sounds.

Finally, he spotted them. Lipscombe and his wife were out on their portico, naked as jaybirds, straight in the line of Vivi’s eyes. Tucker stood there for several long moments, thunderstruck. His sweet, little wife, still so very innocent and shy in their lovemaking, was covertly spying on a peer as he did an upright with his lady.

He’d never have imagined it of her. Perhaps his hopes for this fortnight were not in vain.

Lipscombe increased the pace of his thrusts and Vivi’s hand kept time with him. When the viscount pinched his wife’s teats, Vivi followed suit with her own breasts.

Tucker couldn’t take just watching any more. He undid the flap of his breeches and pulled out his painfully hard shaft, then stroked himself while he watched the scandalous scene before him.

Lady Lipscombe let out a scream of pleasure. Moments later, her husband followed her into bliss with his own shout of release. Vivi had yet to find hers, however. When the viscount carried his little wife back into their suite, Tucker’s wife still stood on the portico, frenziedly rubbing against her nubbin with a tortured look on her face.

Could she not achieve her petite mort on her own? Then again, now that Tucker thought about it, he wasn’t entirely certain she’d ever experienced such pleasure. Not really. She always smiled afterward and told him how lovely it had been, but was she ever in rapture from his touches? Not that he could recall. This was a lapse he’d have to rectify. Soon. Not to mention often.

Yet here, standing out in the open air where anyone might chance upon her from down in the gardens or standing out on their own porticos, she was attempting to bring herself to a pleasure she’d never known before. Tucker stood back and watched, careful not to disturb her studied efforts as he wanked his yard.

Then finally, her breath came out in wild little gusts and soft, high-pitched sounds came from her throat. Vivi’s eyes rolled back in her head and she closed them, then leaned back against the wall as her hands came to rest by her sides.

Magnificent. Tucker couldn’t wait to see her spend like that when he’d brought her to it.

He wouldn’t have to wait long.

THREE

Goodness. How had she been married to Tucker for as long as she had been without realizing such sensations were possible? Her husband must not be as experienced in the art of intimacy as Lord Lipscombe.

Too bad for Vivi. Oh, what she wouldn’t give for a night with a man who could teach her such manners of release.

Blast, she shouldn’t allow herself to think like that. She loved Tucker. Dearly. And she wouldn’t ever want another man’s touch. Vivi closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to regain her composure. In a moment, she’d go back inside. Now that she’d found some relief for the ache in her sex, perhaps she’d be able to sleep.

At least she would if the Lipscombes had finished with their nighttime adventures.

Something hot grabbed her hand and Vivi’s eyes flew open. Tucker? Somehow, she contained her cry of surprise. Heat raced to her face. Had he been watching her? Had he seen her unthinkable behavior?

He pressed a finger from his other hand to her lips. “Shh, sweetheart.” Vivi nodded her agreement and he drew her fingers to his lips, drawing them inside his mouth.

Gracious heavens, those fingers had just been inside her sex, a place where nothing but his member had been before. He licked and suckled, with each draw acting as a pull to her core. Somehow, a new flood coated her private area, reaching to her curls. She couldn’t take her eyes from him if she tried.

Not that she tried.

Then he leaned against her, pressing her back against the wall. Tucker’s hot staff pressed hard into her belly. The flap of his breeches was down, so nothing stood between them but her paper-thin nightrail. He leaned his head down until his steamy breath tickled over her ear. “Such sweetness from your garden,” he murmured. “I’ll have to drink from the source tonight.”

Vivi shivered at his words, and her heart took up an unnatural rhythm. Could he do that?

Did she want him to?

Before she could make up her mind, Tucker took hold of her hands and pulled her back inside her chamber, shutting the door behind him. When the darkness of the room engulfed them, he cupped her face and brought her lips up to meet his. This was far from his usual sweet and tender kiss. It was hard and hot, and his tongue sought entrance to her mouth almost immediately. Vivi stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself from the shock of his behavior.

As his tongue ravished her mouth, Tucker moved his hands down her arms, over her back, and down to squeeze her bottom. He pressed her closer against him, settling her against the saddle of his hips and the pulsating heat of his loins. Then the moist warmth of his mouth moved down her neck, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses over her collarbone and breasts. He nipped ever-so-gently against the side of her breast through her thin nightrail and Vivi jumped with a thrill.

Never before had she imagined Tucker, her gentle lover, would bite her. Never before had she imagined she would want him to.

“ You enjoyed that display, did you?” he growled, picking her up and carrying her to the large four-poster bed. Tucker parted her legs with his knee when he came down over her. “You liked watching him fuck his wife?”

Heat burned her cheeks, but not as much heat as pooled at the apex of her thighs. But what use was there in denying it? “Yes,” Vivi said on a shaky breath.

Pulling the nightrail over her head, Tucker dragged the palms of his hands over her swollen, aching nipples and she cried out.

“ I watched you touching yourself. Pinching here.” He closed his lips over one painfully sensitive nub and scratched it with his teeth, and Vivi arched her back into him while biting down on her lower lip. “And pulling here.” His tongue shot out and wet her other teat, then he blew on it with cool air, and she moaned-one of those deep, throaty moans from next door she’d been so intrigued by in the first place. “And rubbing hard down here.”

Tucker moved down her body. Without even knowing what she was doing, she squirmed away from the intimate touch she knew was coming. But he took hold of her hips and held her in place, then delved his tongue where no tongue had gone before. It was the most exquisite sensation Vivi had ever known. He swirled and sucked, nipped and prodded, licked and scraped-and she, all the while, could do nothing but writhe and grasp and moan.

But Tucker didn’t stop there. Vivi tried to catch her breath while her husband worked his fingers inside her, constantly using his lips and teeth and tongue over her button. She failed. There was no point in attempting to breathe. Yet again, that crashing response built within her and then crested, and she feared her scream was of the ear-splitting variety.

After a she came down from floating amongst the clouds, Vivi realized Tucker was no longer in the bed with her. She couldn’t let him give her such pleasure without finding his own. Once she regained the bones in her arms, she pushed herself up on her elbows.

“ I’ll be back with you in a moment, my love,” he said from near the hearth. One of his heavy boots hit the floor. “We are far from finished tonight.” His tone carried a promise.

She shivered at the thought of what else might await her. After all, she’d never experienced such a thing with her husband before. Heavens, she’d thought him unschooled in such things. Now it seemed, perhaps, that he simply hadn’t schooled her in them before now.

The soft sounds of him padding barefoot over the hardwood floor greeted her only moments later. Her pulse picked up with each of his steps as she anticipated his arrival. When he reached her side, he leaned over the bed and kissed her again. Her own musky essence mixed with the normal spicy taste of him on her tongue.

With him standing there next to her, fully nude, a truly wicked thought crossed her mind. She decided to act upon it without asking Tucker for permission.

Vivi reached out and took his shaft in her hand. He groaned, but deepened the kiss. It felt soft and smooth, yet incredibly powerful and hard against her palm. He didn’t seem to mind, so she closed her fist over him, squeezing just a bit.

He moved his hips, sliding his hardness through her fingers like he did when he was inside her sex. That gave her yet another wicked idea. Breaking off their kiss, she leaned over to the edge of the bed and placed a chaste kiss on the tip.

“ Sweet Jesus,” he moaned. “You don’t have to do that, Vivi.”

FOUR

She stopped and pulled back. “Do you not want me to? If you don’t like it, I-”

“ I love it,” he interrupted her. “But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, my love.” Tucker strained to get each word out.

God, he hoped she wouldn’t stop. He’d dreamed of his wife’s luscious lips on his cock for months. But Gideon’s dire warnings had kept ringing in his mind, so he’d never thought to ask it of her. Not even tonight would he have dared.

Tentatively, Vivi returned her lips to his rod. At first, she just placed little kisses along the length. Even that was enough to rob him of the ability to think clearly. When her tongue darted out and licked a fiery path along the underside, he almost fell over. Some wild, animalistic sound came from him and he feared she would be scared off.

But then she sucked his head inside her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Tucker grasped the headboard to keep himself from taking her by the hair and slamming his tool into the moist heat of her mouth over and over again until he spilled himself. She was his wife, for God’s sake. Not a whore.

After a few moments of her delightful torture, Vivi pulled back. “Teach me,” she plead him. “Show me how to do for you what you did for me.”

He was dumbfounded by her request. It was as though his fantasies and his reality were becoming one.

When he didn’t respond, Vivi reached up and took his hand, then guided it to the back of her head. “Please, Tucker. I want to learn.” Her eyes glimmered with desire in the faint moonlight coming in from the windows.

Then he was lost. “Open for me,” he said, not entirely believing it was happening. She took his head inside again, and he pressed her forward, one blissful inch at a time. When she tongued the underside of his cock again, he threw his head back and groaned, then fisted his hand in her thick, curly hair.

When he began to withdraw, Tucker moved his free hand to toy with Vivi’s breasts. Each time he thrust back into her mouth, he tweaked a tit, pushing himself just a little deeper than before. When he withdrew, he soothed her bosoms, rubbing with the flat of his palm and putting pressure on her receptive mounds. After a few stabs, she was moaning deep in her throat with each motion. The vibrations around his cock were nearly enough to have him spending himself in her sweet mouth.

Once he’d worked her into a state of need again, she opened wider for him. His prick was nearly hitting the back of her throat and his ballocks were nearly to her lips, and still she bobbed over him like she loved every moment of it.

Why on earth had he held himself back all these months? Christ, she was a shameless little vixen. After a few minutes, she was working him like an experienced courtesan. She took his full length into her mouth, sucking as though his cock could somehow provide her with air.

He pulled out, thinking to fuck her properly before he lost all control, but she sucked one of his gooseberries into her mouth and swirled it with his tongue, and he nearly saw stars. Tucker took her head in both his hands, directing her attentions to just where he wanted them.

Vivi had the most delightful, adventurous little tongue, and she took his rod in her hands again and continued working him into a frenzy.

She bit down then, and he nearly spent himself all over her. That was all he could take. If he didn’t get inside her velvet quickly, he wouldn’t make it there at all. Tucker pulled himself away from her pleasurable mouth and climbed onto the bed.

“ Wait,” Vivi said. The tips of her fingertips feathered over his chest as he was coming over her.

He couldn’t wait. He’d waited too long already. But somehow, he found the fortitude to hold himself back.

“ Can we…can you…?” Vivi bit her lip and he wanted to bite it for her. Tucker imagined she was blushing like a virgin, from her hesitation. “Can you make love to me from behind, like Lord Lipscombe did?”

God, yes.

FIVE

Vivi shocked herself with her question, yet again. When had she discovered this new boldness? She regretted it, too, until Tucker straddled her hips and moved his hands to caress her bosoms again. He was gentle with her, still, yet more insistent than she’d ever experienced before.

His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples and her breath caught. “You want me to take you from behind?” Tucker asked. He traced his fingers along the sides of her breasts, leaving a trail of fire behind them. “You’re certain?”

She couldn’t remember ever being more certain of anything in her life. Spying on the Lipscombes had awakened a curiosity within her she didn’t think she could quench until she’d tried certain things for herself. Vivi nodded, biting down on her lip.

“ Christ in heaven, I’m a fortunate man.”

In an instant, Tucker had backed off of her and was pulling her into a sitting position. “Turn around, sweet. Get on your hands and knees.” He leapt off the bed and fetched the pillow she’d tossed earlier, then placed it along with another beneath her hips when she was in the position he’d requested.

Rubbing his hands over her backside, he let out a groan, and the bed dipped as he knelt behind her. “You have the loveliest bum I’ve ever seen. Move your knees apart more for me, my love.”

When she did, he moved closer behind her and his shaft rubbed against her opening. Tucker gripped her hips and pressed himself inside. Vivi was still so wet from their previous activity that he slid deep within her in moments. He withdrew and thrust in again, deeper still, and she shuddered. He was touching her in places she never knew possible. She felt so full, so stretched, so delightfully wanton.

As he stroked slowly inside her, Tucker’s hands roamed everywhere-lightly smacking her derriere, moving around to rub her nubbin, scraping his fingernails ever-so-gently against her breasts, tickling against the sensitive flesh in the bend of her elbow. Every touch shot a new surge of pleasure to where they joined.

Vivi pressed her hips back into him, encouraging him to increase his pace. But he continued his slow assault of her senses, driving her mad with need.

With each thrust, his ballocks swung forward and pressed against her button.

She couldn’t take much more of this. Supporting herself with one arm, she moved the other hand down to bring herself to completion.

“ No, my love,” Tucker said, pulling her hand away from her sex.

“ Good God, I need-”

“ I know exactly what you need, Vivi.” He placed her hand back on the bed and drove ever deeper into her body with a grunt. “Trust me to give it to you.”

Her husband withdrew completely from her body then. She nearly sobbed with her need when he moved away from her.

Tucker rolled her over so she was facing him and ran his hand up the back of one of her legs, lifting it high in the air. She looked at him questioningly, but let him do as he would. After all, Vivi had asked him to teach her.

He slid forward until his knees lifted her bum slightly and stretched her lifted leg over his shoulder. Her other leg, he draped over his thigh, pressing it wide with his hand. And then he was inside her again, deeper than ever before and thrusting in a frenzied pace.

Vivi’s breasts bounced with each movement and his eyes stayed on them. The pressure against her button was enough to send her into madness in short order. When he shifted his position slightly, suddenly he was ramming against some unknown, delightful place in her womb. She cried out with each stab until she fell off the edge of the earth into paradise.

SIX

When her pussy quivered in ecstasy around his cock, Tucker nearly lost his last thread of control. Almost. But not quite.

Humping her from behind had been exhilarating, but he’d wanted to be deeper with a driving force he couldn’t explain. He’d needed to touch her special place and wanted to see her eyes when he found it.

It didn’t hurt that putting her in this position also allowed him to enjoy the performance of her heaving globes. The harder he drove into her, the more active those lovely mounds became.

Her cries of pleasure almost did him in, as well. For long moments, Vivi called out her release as he thrust into her repeatedly. Eventually, her rich, brown eyes returned to their normal state, only a deeper, intensified version of normal.

“ Touch yourself for me, Vivi.”

She reached tentative hands to her breasts and started to fondle herself. Which, admittedly, was a lovely sight. But not what he wanted.

“ Your cunny, love. Rub your cunny for me. I want to see you frig yourself until you come again.”

The little nubbin was swollen and erect, almost like a tiny cock. Tucker held tight to her ankle, pressing her upward leg slightly to the side for a better view as his sweet, little wife masturbated herself in front of him for the second time that night. This time, she was doing it knowingly.

Vivi locked her gaze on him as she rubbed her button, never looking away. As stimulated as she was, it only took a few strokes before her honeypot was squeezing the life out of him again. This time, he pushed into her one last time and spilled with a shout that could wake half the abbey, filling her tight gash with a massive load.

When he gathered his wits about him again, Tucker rolled off of her and pulled her back against him, nestling her firm arse against his hips. Vivi fell asleep within moments, and he buried his nose in her hair until he, too, finally dozed.

He awoke in the morning with his staff risen to full attention, the lips of his wife working hard at lengthening it more than it already was.

Tucker pulled her to lay on top of him and kissed her. “So did you enjoy our adventures last night then?” he asked with a laugh.

Vivi squirmed and tried to position herself in a way that her gash could join with his prick, but he wouldn’t let her yet. He kept his hands in place against her hips, locking her where she was.

She pouted at him. “Clearly, I did.” Finally, she ceased her struggles and traced a finger over his chest. When she brushed over his nipple, it hardened and her eyes widened. She looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. “Why have we never made love like that before?”

Tucker put a hand over hers to stop her diversionary tactics and chuckled. “I didn’t want to scare you with my needs. I wanted you to be comfortable with each new step.”

She tugged her hand, but he wouldn’t release it. Vivi narrowed her eyes at him playfully, then sucked on the nipple she’d just been playing with, rolling it lightly between his teeth.

He groaned and rolled over, trapping her beneath him. “I take it you’re comfortable.” Then he worked his wife into a frenzy and made love to her again, trying out another position she’d been unfamiliar with up to that point. After all, there were many positions to try, and they wouldn’t be expected down to break their fast for at least an hour.

How many methods of lovemaking could they test in an hour? Tucker wasn’t sure, but he intended to find out.

Content

Catherine Gayle
One Lonely Night

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX