Wicked Temptation (Regency Sinners 6)(28)
Pru was only too happy to oblige, slowly pumping the length of his cock as she took the bulbous head fully into her mouth and laved it with her tongue. She heard Titus’s gasp and felt the jolt of his cock as her tongue explored the slit at the top.
Titus’s breathing became ragged as Pru continued to alternately lick and lave his cockhead, her hand pumping that slick length, her other hand now cupping the tightness of his sac before rolling those balls in her palm.
“Dear God…” He groaned, sliding farther down on the seat as Pru’s fingers ventured lower and along that taut and sensitive stretch of skin between the fullness of his sac and the cleft of his ass.
The skin felt rougher there but was even more sensitive to the caress of her finger about that puckered hole. Titus’s breathing grew shallow, his thighs started to tremble, and his sac drew up tighter still.
Pru sucked his length to the back of her throat, fingers tightening as she pumped that length harder and faster, the tip of her finger now pressing against that sensitive pucker.
Titus’s release was immediate, his hands tightly gripping her shoulders as pulse after pulse of hot cum filled her throat to be swallowed down greedily.
His cock didn’t soften but remained hard and aching as he continued to thrust long after those pulses had stopped, his sac drawing up tight again, incredibly in readiness for another release.
“What is it?” he prompted as Pru suddenly removed her mouth and sat back, her expression one of alarm.
“I believe I heard my mother’s voice.” She released him before rising abruptly to her feet and rushing to the door to open it slightly and listen for noises outside the room. Her face was slightly pale when she closed it quickly again and turned back to face him. “My parents have arrived.”
“—cannot say how grateful my wife and I both are for your care of Prudence these past weeks.” Bryan Germaine, the Earl of Winchester, said warmly.
“I am only sorry my presence here has inconvenienced your household in this way,” Titus returned smoothly, sure the earl would not be feeling quite so grateful if he knew what he and Pru had been doing when the other gentleman arrived home half an hour or so ago.
His cock, still hard and straining as Pru caressed and sucked him toward a second climax, had deflated almost the instant he became aware of her parents’ arrival back in London. Pru had excused herself to hurry to her bedchamber to straighten and tidy her appearance before going down to greet her parents.
“Not at all,” the older man dismissed. “Prudence has told us how you saved her life. I do not believe the countess and I could have survived losing our second daughter,” he added emotionally.
Titus felt a return of his guilt in relation to both Priscilla’s and the butler’s deaths. He and Worthington had always known the risks involved in being agents for the Crown, but the Germaine family were only innocent bystanders who had now lost a daughter and a valued member of their household.
The earl’s eyes narrowed. “Prudence says I am not allowed to ask you for details of the shooting.”
Titus knew that was because, and despite everything, Pru was still trying to protect him and the other Sinners. “I am afraid that is the case, my lord.”
The older man nodded gravely. “Nevertheless, my wife will be along shortly to offer her own thank-you for your protection of our darling Pru.”
Titus felt discomforted by all the gratitude coming from the Germaine family. If not for him, they would never have suffered the death of their daughter Priscilla or their butler, and Pru would not have been in danger in the first place if his pursuit of her had not singled her out as one of the ladies suspected of being a traitor to England.
None of which he was able to share with the Earl and Countess of Winchester. Not that a full explanation would make their losses any easier to bear, but it might have been some consolation to know that their daughter and butler had died in service to the Crown.
To add insult to injury, Titus knew he had been on the verge of fucking their other daughter in their own home when they arrived.
His feelings of guilt deepened when the countess came to the bedchamber to express her own gratitude, the redness about her eyes telling him she had been crying.
Was it any wonder that Pru had refused to see him and seemed to hate him for those weeks following her sister’s death?
No doubt her parents would feel the same way if they were to ever learn of the part he had played in Priscilla’s and their butler’s deaths.
He and Pru had been living in a fool’s paradise these past two weeks. An exclusive world where it had seemed possible for the two of them to be together in whatever capacity they wished. Faced with the grief he and the other Sinners had brought down upon the Germaine family, Titus realized the utter impossibility of there ever being anything meaningful between Pru and himself.
Besides, the traitor to England was still out there, and Titus’s continued involvement with Pru still made her a target.
Whatever closeness he and Pru had shared, it was now over.
Chapter 10
“You are not well enough to travel yet,” Pru protested as she watched Edgars move about the bedchamber repacking Titus’s belongings into the portmanteau he had brought with him. He’d already helped his employer to dress in black superfine, gray pantaloons, and white linen.