Secluded with the Rogue

Chapter 10

Ten

D rew licked his lips and reveled in the honey sweet and slightly salty taste of Charlie on his lips. She was everything he'd imagined and more—and as much as he was dying to sink his cock deep inside her, the woman had a slightly panicked look about her now she'd seen his dick.

He didn't have the biggest cock he'd ever heard of, but had always managed to pleasure the ladies.

However, this particular lady was a virgin. He hadn't been with a virgin in many years.

Drew took a deep breath and laid down next to her. If he tried to slide inside her right now, she would panic and he would end up hurting her, the very last thing he wanted. She rolled toward him and he smiled, liking that she wanted to snuggle up against him. Except—that's not what she did. Very much not.

Charlene reached down and took hold of his cock, swiping her thumb over the pre-cum which had gathered there.

Drew sucked in a breath and watched as she brought her thumb to her mouth and tasted him. “Wh-What are you doing, Charlie?”

She popped the pad of her thumb out of her mouth and grinned. “Satisfying my curiosity, of course.”

He almost choked. “S-Satisfying your curiosity? How would you know enough about a man's anatomy to be curious?”

She had been so tight around his fingers, not to mention she had made no bones about being a virgin, hadn't tried to hide it behind some false bravado. How would she know enough about anything related to lovemaking to be curious?

Charlene laughed softly and sat up. “There are books on the matter, and I do like to be informed about things.” She shrugged her shoulders, jiggling her breasts in the most delightful way.

Drew raised himself up on one elbow, cupped one breast, and swiped a thumb over the hard nipple. A shiver raced over her body, and he delighted in her responsiveness.

“So…so I found the books and read them,” she finished huskily.

“Of course you did. You were forever doing things you weren't supposed to.” He couldn't stop his chuckle.

She frowned. “To your benefit.”

He returned her frown. “Is that so? How do you come to that conclusion?”

Charlene evidently decided to reply in actions, not words, for she smiled wide and bent over, taking his cock in her mouth.

“Bloody hell!” The words shot out of Drew’s mouth on an exhale.

She may be a novice, but she went about the task with all the eagerness a man could wish for. Unable to do anything, he collapsed back on the bed as she tried very hard to take his cock in her mouth in its entirety.

He reached down and stroked the side of her face. “Relax your throat a little and swallow, if you are determined to take it all. But most women don't do that.” The words came out shaking as the pleasure of what she was doing rolled through him.

Charlene did as he suggested, relaxing and swallowing—and the next he knew, the head of his cock had slipped into her throat for a second. The tightness of it was sheer heaven, and if he didn't stop this, his throbbing cock would be spent before he could slide into her tight little sheath. And he really wanted to feel that.

Drew pulled her gently off his length and slid away, regret pouring through him. “Christ, woman, if you keep that up I won't make it inside you.”

“Oh. Well, all right.” She seemed a little disappointed, much to his delight.

“I promise to let you explore me to your heart's content another time.” Drew rolled her over and covered her body once more.

God, she felt good cushioned beneath him, all her soft curves pressing into him as he slipped between her legs. He reached down and found her still soaked. Or perhaps she was wet again? He didn't know, and at the moment didn't care which it was.

Drew kissed her, ravished her mouth with all the—feelings? No!—all the desire coursing through him. Charlene opened to him, met him with her own need and even tried to take control. She was a fiery one, and he loved that about her. Always had.

He pinched one of her nipples as they kissed, drawing an exquisite moan from deep within her. When her hips ground up against him, he knew it was time. He pulled back and lined his cock up with her dripping entrance. Pressing his tip against her opening, he shifted gently.

As his cock slipped inside a bit, Charlene inhaled. “Oh!”

“There's more, and at some point it may hurt,” Drew felt compelled to warn her.

“I'm aware. But I want this,” she murmured shyly.

Blasted fool that he was, he wished she'd said; I want you. Shaking off the idiotic thought, Drew pushed deeper and she stiffened. Better to get this done. In an act of mercy, he pushed fully inside her in one firm stroke.

“Ouch!” Charlene’s fingers curled around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

He could barely feel the scratch as the heat of her quim surrounded him. “Breath through it. It will pass in a moment,” he whispered to her as he leaned on one elbow and stroked her the hair off her forehead.

She did as he said, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it. Then she did it again.

God, but she was glorious, Charlene’s brown hair fanned out on the bed around her face, her big dark eyes focused on him. Breathing heavily himself, Drew reminded himself as he waited that she was a virgin. He couldn't just pound into her as he wished. He shouldn't even be inside her right now, but knew there was no stopping it once she'd asked him to do it.

He was no gentleman, no matter how wealthy he was.

“I'm going to move now, Charlie. Tell me if I hurt you.” Drew’s words were gravelly, even to his ears. Need had a hard grip on him, but he was equally determined to ensure she got some pleasure out of the experience.

“Please.” That one word made his hips move, and he drew back, just a bit before he slid back into her. Charlene didn't cry out, so he did it again, sliding back further before he returned. “Oh, my.” Her soft words spurred him on.

He pulled out to the tip then pressed all the way home in a delicious stroke. Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around him. Warm and tight, and oh so soft. He stroked again, a little faster this time, his thighs quivering with restraint.

“More,” Charlene urged as she brought one of her legs up by his hip, letting him sink deeper inside her when he slid home.

Well, what sort of man would he be to deny a woman?

Drew started pumping into her, setting a pace that had her moaning softly, pressing up on one hand so he could slide his other between their bodies and find her clit. He stroked it as he worked himself in and out of her pussy and she cried out.

“Yes! More, Drew!”

“God, you feel so good, Charlie. The way your pussy stretches for me. Takes me inside you.” He couldn't help the words that spilled from his lips then. “I want to fuck you and make you mine. Ruin you for all other men.”

Her hips bucked to meet him and she cried out, “Yes! Don't stop!”

And he didn't. He thrust into her repeatedly until she arched up and her pussy clamped down on him, his mind glorying in the way he brought her once again to pleasure. Drew kept moving, fucking her harder than he had meant to do, but she seemed to revel in his thrusts—and then his balls tightened and the tingling at his spine grew until it spiraled up his body. He pulled out of her delicious heat and stroked his cock twice until he came on her stomach.

Fuck.

Drew collapsed next to her on the bed and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. Charlene laid next to him, equally winded and just as quiet.

Silence stretched out between them now the passion of the moment had passed. Did she already regret what they had done? Would she be angry in the morning? Or did she have—no, Drew cut that thought off before it could fully form.

He finally pulled his whirling thoughts together and opened his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Charlene turned her head and smiled shyly. “I don't think you caused any more pain than what should be expected the first time.”

Fuck! He knew she was a virgin, and he'd asked—but her words were a stark reminder of what he'd done. Of the control he'd lost.

Drew got up from the bed and walked over to the ewer of water and a basin. He poured in some fresh water and brought the basin and a rag over to the bed.

Charlene’s eyes widened as he came closer. “What are you doing?”

He set the basin on the bed and dipped the rag in it before he nudged her legs apart. “I should think that would be obvious.”

Her lush, very kissable lips firmed into a line of displeasure. “Let me rephrase that. Why are you cleaning my body?”

He sighed but continued to clean the dots of blood from her thighs before moving on to his seed which had pooled on her stomach. “I made a mess of you. I'm being polite and cleaning it up.” It's not that he cared about her. Not at all.

“Oh,” was all she said as she laid there and let him finish. As soon as he was done and he'd turned back to replace the basin on the stand, she slipped from the bed and pulled on a nightgown. “Well, thank you…” Charlene’s words trailed off as she stared awkwardly. “For, uh…everything.” She waved her hands as though she'd just grown the pair and had no idea how to use them.

He chuckled softly.

Charlene went stiff and immediately set her hands on her pleasingly ample hips. “What, pray tell, is so funny?”

Drew smiled as he picked up his trousers and shoved one leg in. “You are. I don't think I have ever seen you at a loss for words.”

She growled—actually growled!

He started laughing harder as he tried to shove his other leg in his trousers as she stalked over and picked up his shirt and threw it at him.

“Get out of my room, you unbearable oaf!”

Oh, hell. Drew pulled up straight, having caught the shirt, and looked at her. “Charlie?—”

“And I told you not to call me that!” She yelled loud enough the servants at Brookhaven Manor likely heard her.

“You seemed to like it well enough when I was inside you!” he shot back and instantly regretted his jibe.

“Get. Out!” Charlene’s jaw clenched and he could see a small muscle tick in her cheek.

Drew assumed the regret was settling in a little earlier than he'd expected. That wasn’t particularly surprising, but being tossed from her room was. Well, to hell with her.

Without another word, he stalked from the room before his own temper got the best of him. This was not how he'd expected such a pleasant interlude to end. But then again, should he have expected anything less from such a firebrand as Charlie?