Rafe, the Earl of Langham, was a most fortunate man. Not only had he found himself a manservant who was efficient and dependable, he had also found one who liked to suck cock.
Johnson’s dependable mouth was at this moment wrapped around his employer’s grateful shaft, his efficient tongue working all kinds of magic. The man deserved a raise, Rafe was thinking as he watched his dark head bobbing in his lap. He was regretting not making him strip naked before he started work. Rafe liked to look at his powerful shoulders and the bunching of his biceps as he got down to his task. He was a fine figure of a man and if Rafe had his way, he would have him parading around his room permanently undressed. That would be scandalous, of course, but oh so titillating. At the thought of Johnson’s perfect physique , Rafe’s balls tightened and with a thrust and a loud cry, he spurted into the back of his throat.
“That was a quick one,” Johnson said, wiping his mouth.
“I was thinking about your tight arse,” Rafe said. “It does it every time.”
Johnson grinned and drawing away from him started to tidy up the clothes strewn on the floor.
Rafe stretched on the bed, slung his arms above his head languidly and happily watched him go about his work. “Had any women while we’ve been here?” he asked.
“Just that chamber maid. The chubby one with all the blonde hair. She goes like the clappers.”
“I know,” Rafe laughed. “She is rather vocal with it too. So much moaning and yelling!”
“I’ll say! I fingered her in church last Sunday. Pulled her skirt up and stuck three fingers in and I thought she was going to give the game away she was panting so loudly.”
“Fucked her yet?”
“Of course. I had her the day we got here, up against the scullery wall.”
“Well done my man, you beat me to it.”
“She is begging for it, that one. Permanently on heat. I can’t go below stairs without her dragging me off and getting my cock out. I tell you, the thing’s going to fall off.”
“Can’t say I blame her,” Rafe said, his eyes drifting to his manservant’s crotch. “You have a particularly fine specimen.”
“Perhaps I should sneak her in here one night. I bet she would like your big cock up her arse while I fuck her wet little cunt.”
“God, man,” groaned Rafe, his hand reaching to his rapidly hardening cock. “You are getting me all riled up again.”
“Well I am here to serve,” he smirked.
“Get your clothes off,” Rafe growled, “And come here.”
“Doesn’t sir want to go down to breakfast?”
“No sir doesn’t” he said, eagerly watching Johnson unbutton his breeches. “Sir has a need to shove his big cock somewhere nice and tight.”
***
Rafe made a scandalously late appearance at the breakfast table. It was in fact lunchtime and Sophie was looking none too pleased.
“Everyone else has gone to town,” she said sulkily. “I am stuck here with William and Arthur.”
And the governess, Rafe thought, his cock twitching back to life under the table. The luscious governess, left alone for him to stalk. If he could just find something to occupy Sophie…
“The boys and Charlotte and I are going to take a walk in the woods. Would you care to join us?”
Damn! Of course he would join them. He was not going to miss any chance he got to ogle that delicious piece flesh. He would just have to find some way of getting her on her own.
***
An hour later he was in the most exquisite agony. William and Arthur ran whooping through the trees, brandishing the large sticks they had found, and Rafe had a large stick of his own. It was currently threatening to pop the buttons of his breeches.
The governess perched on the wide bough of a fallen tree watching the boy’s boisterous antics with an indulgent smile.
“Don’t you find them too much?” Rafe asked, puzzled by her patience.“Too noisy? Too wild?” All the governesses before her had spent their time berating the boys and unsuccessfully trying to quell their enthusiasm.
“No,” she said in her slightly husky voice and turning her green eyes on him, added, “It is my belief that boys need to be wild now and then. It is in their nature,” and she smiled as her gaze rested on the tent in his breeches.
He gulped and asked, “And you don’t wish to tame their natural instincts?”
“I certainly do not!” she smiled, “They just need their energies directing a little and they will grow into fine men.”
At those last two words, her voice cracked and her gaze swept over him again, leaving him with no illusions about who else she might consider fine. The minx, he thought, as his prick throbbed. He had to get her on her own as soon as possible, and find out if she wished to do more than just look.
On the way back to the house, as Sophie and the boys ran ahead, Rafe reached out and grabbing her hand he pushed her against the rough bark of the nearest tree. A reckless move, he knew, but he was a desperate man.
“Sir,” she said calmly. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I am doing?” he growled as his lips made contact with the creamy skin of her neck.
Her hands grasped his biceps as if to push him off but instead she moaned as his tongue licked her fragrant skin.
“Sir,” she said again and then moaned, “Oh sir!” as his wandering hands found their target and palmed her heaving breast. The firm flesh filled his hand and he squeezed as he sucked at her neck, ramming his aching prick against her leg.
“You consume me,” he snarled as his fingers found her hard nipple through the thin lawn of her dress. “I must have you.”
He was about to take possession of her mouth when she rested her palms firmly on his chest and pushed him away. “Control yourself Sir,” she admonished. “We are out in the open.”
The fog in his lust addled brain cleared sufficiently for him to acknowledge the truth of the matter, even though he was on the verge of throwing caution to the wind and fucking her hard against the damn tree.
His hand was still on her breast and he reluctantly withdrew it.
She laughed tightly. “You reputation is certainly true Lord Langham.”
“My reputation?” he asked, attempting a look of innocence as he ran his hand through his hair.
She laughed again. “Oh come, my Lord! You are renowned as the worst rake in the ton. I have heard no Lady is safe from your appetites.”
Even though he had only just energetically demonstrated the truth of her statement, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed.
“And there is that other matter…” she said, her eyes lowering to the stiff pole threatening to burst from his breeches.
“What other matter?” he stammered.
“I have heard,” she said. “That you are also the most ... generous rake in the ton.” She reached out her hand and cupped his tackle, running her thumb along the full length of his shaft, making him jerk and groan.
“It seems they were not exaggerating.”
His breath came out in a hiss as she deftly undid his buttons and reached inside to stroke his turgid flesh. Cum churned in his balls and threatened to leap up his cock, but he held back and merely dripped pre cum onto her questing fingers.
“We are out in the open, Madam,” he said slowly.
“Indeed we are,” she said crisply and withdrew her hand. “Let us catch up with Sophie and the boys.” And she pushed herself off the tree and with a swish of skirts, turned and continued on her way as if nothing at all of any consequence had occurred.
Rafe followed her, his cock still leaking cum, and thought about how he could seek her out tonight and what it would feel like to be buried balls deep in her hot cunt.
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