Once a Thief (Regency Rakes and Rogues Book 2) Read online

  “I’ve never been with a lady who hasn’t shouted so loud that the whole of Bath hasn’t been made fully aware I’m in the process of fucking her.”

  I hope he isn’t just bragging. I take off my hat and throw it on top of my cape.

  “I will direct you as to what you are to do to me and when, but I will let you improvise and add your own methods of exciting me too.”

  “That’s very kind of you. And these orgasms…are they to be brought on just by my cock, or can other items be used?” Henry asks.

  Just what does he have in mind? I grow wet wondering what he will use to excite my body.

  “Hands, fingers are allowed, but if they do not produce the type of orgasms I seek, then more will be required. Any last questions before we begin?”

  “I’m curious as to how many lovers you’ve had…I take it you’re not a virgin.”

  “One lover, a very good lover, so I hope you can match or exceed his skills.”

  “And do you find it easy to orgasm? I mean, it will hardly seem fair to me if I attempt to pleasure a woman who is in fact frigid.”

  I smile and I like him more with each minute I spend in his company.

  “I can assure you, frigid I am not.”

  “And if I can bring you to climax a dozen times in…let’s say half an hour, then our business will be over?”

  “Do not think you can hurry my climaxes.When I am being pleasured, slow is best for me. Now if there are no other questions, why don’t I lie on the bed and I can watch you get undressed.”

  He opens his mouth to say something but obviously decides not to.

  Henry walks over to the bed and unbuttons his shirt, pulling out each side from his pantaloons. The hair on his chest extends down the center of his stomach, curling around his belly button and disappearing underneath the waistband of his pantaloons. I run my hand over it. It is thick, soft, and tickles my palm. I pull it away when I see him tugging on the buttons on the front of his pantaloons. They are bulging, straining against his already half-erect cock. I stop him from going further. I want to peel the sides away myself like I’m opening a gift during Christmas.

  I strip away the pantaloons and see my prize of the night. The most delightful cock, thick, long, veins standing out, and his balls are also a sight to behind. I run my hands down the entire length of his shaft, causing it to harden and pulsate.

  “I hope you like what you see,” he says.

  “I do, but the true test will be what you can do with it.”

  I grip his cock and start to rub him, feeling my own pussy pulse. My first instinct is to push up my skirt, spread my legs and introduce his cock to my body, but half of the pleasure is in the waiting and longing. I squeeze his balls and run my index finger around them, pulling his pantaloons down his legs roughly before playing with his cock again. I stroke and tickle him, running my finger over the tip, feeling the first dewy drop of his pre-cum.

  I get carried away, forgetting that tonight is all about him pleasuring me, not vice versa. But stroking him with my hand is also arousing me, so I continue until he groans and his seed spills into my hand.

  “I thought I was supposed to give you the orgasms,” he tells me.

  “Perhaps I should add another one to the dozen for giving you pleasure first,” I say.

  “It will take me a few minutes to get enlivened again, so while we wait, how about I do something for you?”

  He climbs onto the bed with me, his hand disappearing under my dress and petticoats. I kick off my shoes and lean back on my elbows. He doesn’t take his eyes off me while he runs his hand up my left leg. He tugs at the bow on top of my leggings and then circles the flesh underneath them.

  My pussy tingles, anticipating where his hand is heading. He reaches my pubic hair, rubbing his hand across it as he continues to watch me. I spread my legs, hoping he will go to work quickly. I want an orgasm, and soon.

  His finger slides onto my clit. He presses on it, flicks it. I grow wetter, hotter, knowing his finger will meet with my pussy soon.

  “Have you ever found release with a man playing only with your clit?” His question jars me from my current train of thought.

  I don’t know because James always aroused me by pumping his finger into my pussy.

  “Let’s see if you can find the answer to that,” he says.

  He uses his thumb to stimulate me. He has a heavy hand, perfect for pleasuring a lady. I let my legs flop open, knowing that the answer to his question is going to be a yes. Not a mind-blowing climax, but a pleasant one takes me.

  I moan and look at him. “Let that count as half an orgasm,” I tell him.

  Though he gives no verbal response his finger moves to the opening to my pussy.

  “Someone is hot, wet…”

  “And waiting for your finger to fuck me.”

  He slides it inside me, circling my pussy, causing it to give up more of its juices.

  I look down, feeling him push a second finger into my channel. He stretches me, pumps me, and the fact that I can feel what he is doing to me but not see it somehow heightens the pleasure. He presses faster, his middle finger bumping into the top of my pussy.

  I try not to show any reaction. I don’t want him to think he is that talented, but I’m on the pinnacle of finding my first true release of the night.

  It takes me fast and by surprise. My whole body and just not my pussy feels on fire. My tummy quivers and my legs shake. My breathing is rapid and so is my heartbeat. I fall back on the bed, looking down at his now half-erect cock. Henry slides down the bed and puts his head under my petticoat.

  He slides his tongue down my clit and into my pussy taking me by surprise.

  “Take off my dress and petticoat; I want to see you go to work on me this time.”

  He withdraws his tongue, unbuttons my skirt and petticoat and slides it down the lower half of my body, throwing it onto the floor.

  He runs his hand over my pubic hair.

  “It’s like black velvet,” Henry says. He spreads my legs, looking intently between them. “And your pussy, my dear lady, is pure delight.”

  He spreads my labia and places his tongue inside my pussy.

  “And does it taste as good as it looks?”

  He stops licking. “Even better,” he says.

  I lean back onto the pillow, allowing him to suck and nip at my entrance. I place my hands above me, holding the head of the bed as he fucks me hard and deep with his tongue. Orgasm number two is even better. It’s deeper than the first one and I shake with sheer delight.

  “Satisfied so far?” he asks me.

  “The night is young, and I don’t want you to enter me with your cock quite yet. My breasts need some attention now,” I tell him.

  He slides off my leggings, using one of them to secure my hands to the head of the bed, and begins to unlace my bodice. He opens it up and slides his hand inside, touching my breasts like they are mounds of clay waiting to be molded into fine works of art.

  With my hands tied above my head, my bosoms rise up; his stimulation has made the nipples taut and beautiful. He runs the backs of his hands up and down each nipple, turning them into tiny pebbles. My moans grow more intense each time his skin touches mine.

  “I am sure your breasts taste delightful, but some wine might add to their flavor.”

  He walks to the table, brings a bottle of wine to the bed, and gently splashes some across each nipple.

  Henry licks it off the right one, his tongue barely making contact with my now oversensitive skin. Then he repeats his action on my left breast. My hands pull against the leggings wrapped around my wrists as he sucks like a baby.

  His tongue runs down the middle of my stomach, circling my belly button, and then trails down into my pubic hair. He slides off the bed, and I look down at him. His cock is hard, pulsating and sitting almost flat against his belly.

  Henry releases my hands before grabbing my legs and sliding me toward the end of the bed.

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p; “I know you’re supposed to give me the orders, but if I don’t get my cock inside you soon, I think I might go crazy,” Henry tells me

  He forces my legs apart. I don’t take my eyes off his cock as he slides it inside me, inch by beautiful inch. My pussy stretches to accommodate him. He digs his fingers into my thighs, pumping at me with urgency. He lifts me, causing my ass to leave the bed as he drives deep and hard.

  I grip the bed sheets not only to steady myself but because a familiar tingling is stirring in my belly. It travels down into my pussy, down each leg, and into each toe.

  I almost sit upright as I cry out, once again enjoying the release brought on by a man’s thrusting cock inside me.

  I flop back, shaking, feeling Henry loose himself inside me.

  “Did that meet your needs?” he asks.

  I can’t speak; my breathing is too labored. I turn on my side, feeling Henry clamor behind me. He strokes my thigh while nibbling on my earlobe.

  “Your big beautiful body is a delight, and I don’t know if I would have agreed to fuck you had it not been so delectable…even for king and country.”

  His mouth travels down my neck, resting on my collarbone. “How about more pleasuring?” he asks.

  His in control know but I don’t protest.

  He rolls me over onto my stomach and massages my ass cheeks before parting them and running his fingers over my anus. At last he finds my pussy again.

  “Spread your legs,” he demands

  I simply do as he asks, feeling him open me up. The cool air from the room hits my pussy, but it feels wonderful. He plunges his finger inside me which takes me by surprise—yes, a pleasant one. He circles his finger inside me, and I wriggle my legs, hoping he realizes I don’t mind him getting rougher and playing harder with me. He slips two more fingers inside me, stretching me like never before. I groan into the pillow, feeling juices slip from me. I squeeze my ass cheeks together, and that is all it takes for another orgasm to rip through me. I’m sure he feels me squeeze and grab his fingers. In fact, I hold them in my pussy, not wanting this to end. He kisses my back, spreading his fingers inside me again.

  I need a short rest. I relax the muscles in my pussy, allowing his fingers to exit my body. I turn over to see him eating some grapes. He offers one of them to me by holding the bunch above my lips. I lick one before pulling it off the stalk with my teeth.

  Henry places grapes at various spots down my body and proceeds to eat his way down my stomach and around my belly button.

  “I’ve lost count; how many more orgasms do I owe you?” he asks.

  “Your job is halfway done.”

  “I see, just halfway done; then we had better get back to the work at hand.”

  Henry lays flat on the bed beside me, his cock rigid and hard once again. I slide myself onto him, passing my leg over his body.

  “I think I’d like to play with your tits.”

  He reaches up, pulling at them like they were knobs on drawers. “I love a lady with big breasts,” he says, tugging on them in such a delightful manner that I have a mini orgasm.

  I stroke his cock, take it into my hand and slide him inside me before I sit on his thighs. James had never let me be on top even though he’d told me it was the best position for a woman to truly experience a man’s cock.

  I’m now mistress of the game as I bounce up and down, feeling his cock bump into the back of my pussy. I play with my own nipples as I lift myself up and plunge down on him. It takes just two more of those movement and a tug on my tits, and then I scream out. Perhaps the whole of Bath has heard me.

  I slide off him and onto the bed, pussy humming and throbbing, still feeling a slight orgasm pass through me. I shake as he wraps his arms around me.

  “Your first time on top of a man?” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod.

  “I should have warned you it’s intense.” He kisses my neck. “Rest for a few minutes, and I’ll show you another way that’s just as good for a woman.”

  Chapter Four

  The anticipation is just as exciting as the doing. Henry offers me his hand and leads me over to a chair. He sits down and encourages me to straddle his thighs.

  He offers me some grapes from the bunch he’s picked off the plate that sits nearby. Juicy, sweet… I run my tongue over one before I bite into it. Henry kisses my neck and runs his tongue down my skin, reaching my collarbone. I slide my hands onto his chest as he plays with my nipples, flicking them until they stand up like pebbles on a beach.

  I dip my hand down over his belly button, feeling the mat of hair there tickles my palm. My finger circles the top of his cock, spreading his pre-cum over the entire shaft. I massage his balls with my other hand as I go to work on his cock. It grows hard in my hand, and its pulsating action arouses me more.

  Henry slides his hand down my belly, past my mound, over my clit, and this time presses two fingers inside me. He spreads them, stretching me and making my juices pump from me.

  With his free hand he takes his cock and slips it inside, where his finger had been just seconds earlier.

  This time we kiss nonstop as we fuck, tongues dueling, both our hips thrusting toward each other in unison. I actually come before I’ve even sensed I’m on the verge of having an orgasm. The sudden climax takes my breath away, and I stop kissing him for fear I will suffocate. He hadn’t found his own release so he picks me up, carries me over to a dressing table, and encourages me to bend over.

  He is inside me again, his balls slamming into the bottom half of my ass cheeks and upper thighs. His hand reaches around, his fingers pounding into my clit.

  Henry’s breathing becomes shallow. He’s panting now, thrusting hard, almost lifting my feet off the floor. We climax in unison. Our cries blend together and the scent of our union fills the air around us.

  I lean over the dressing table. Henry rests his head and chest on me, his cock’s still inside me, filling me with his release until I feel it slide slowly down my inner thighs.

  We breathe in tandem while he rubs my back. He finally pulls out of me, turns me around, and carries me to the bed.

  “I think I will need to recover from such a delightful fuck before I am able to continue,” he says, sliding onto the bed beside me.

  He holds his chest, breathing deeply.

  “Have you ever fucked so much in one night?” I ask him.

  “Never, but I have to admit, it’s the most delightful fun. Perhaps I shall have to do more for the service of my country.”

  I roll over onto my side, sliding my finger seductively down the center of his chest.

  “Are you a spy, perhaps a thief?”

  “Nothing so exciting.”

  “So what were you doing in the house… I mean, I saw you jump down from the window.”

  “Retrieving that piece of paper for a friend who the night before had been thrown from a horse and broke his leg. So you see I am just an ordinary man…that is, if you thought you were being fucked by a thief.”

  “For an ordinary man, you are an expert in the bedroom.”

  I lean over and kiss him, feeling his cock on the verge of being hard yet again.

  “What can I do to get this ready for our next round of pleasure?”

  “Do you pleasure yourself?”

  I’m embarrassed to admit that since James’ abrupt departure, I have done so on a regular basis. “I am young and have my needs.”

  “I have a thing about watching women touch themselves. I find it most stimulating. Would you let me watch you?”

  I’m sure I’m blushing. Silly, I know, but this is a night of firsts.

  “Shall I lie beside you?” I ask him.

  “Stand first, by the bed—entertain me.”

  I roll off the bed and stand while he places a pillow behind his head. I squeeze my breasts and circle my nipples with my middle finger, knowing he is watching my every move. My hand slides down into my pubic hair. I spread my legs, allowing a finger to cross my clit. I�
��m still wet, slippery, my entrance still hot to the touch.

  “Let me get a better view of your pussy.”

  I raise my leg and place my foot on the bed. He is captivated now, not taking his eyes from the area between my legs.

  I ease my finger inside my pussy, causing Henry to grab his cock.

  I slide my finger out, in, out, digging the toes of my foot deep into the carpet, bracing myself for the inevitable. Henry has primed me so well tonight that five hard pumps with my finger is all it takes before I throw my head back and find my release.

  I shudder. So many orgasms in so short a time.

  Henry jumps off the bed, directing me to place my hands up on one of the posts on the bed. He wraps one of my leggings twice around my wrists and secures my arms to it.

  He stands behind me, pressing me against the bedpost. He takes both my breasts in his hands and rubs them up and down on the wood. The ribbing on the posts perks up my nipples, which brings more energy tearing through my lower region.

  Henry runs his tongue down the nape of my neck as he continues to rub my nipples against the posts. Then he presses his body into mine, his now erect cock pushing into my ass cheeks. Henry playfully bites my shoulder as he divides my cheeks, tapping my anus with his finger. Though he hasn’t requested it, I spread my legs for him. He presses my body into the bedpost until my breasts are flat against it, my mound now making contact with the ridge on the bottom of the wood.

  He slides a finger inside my pussy and fucks me with it a few times. I draw in my breath when his cock enters me. It is hot, pulsating, and delightful. His thrusts push my body into the bedpost; the wood, the ribbing all feel sensational.

  Henry nibbles my earlobe.

  “Your pussy drives me crazy because it’s so tight, so hot.”

  He thrusts hard, deep, giving me not one but two orgasms…one following the other in seconds. I whimper into my bound hands as he releases his seed inside me.

  He playfully smacks me on the ass a few times before untying me. “How about one last fuck before I get my paper?”