The Earl in Exile

The Earl in Exile

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Rafe Gaines Fairburn, the Earl of Langham has fled to France with his lovers, forced to leave England to avoid scandal. But wherever Rafe goes surely scandal follows? Even in France and even now he is married, his prodigious appetites are sure to lead him into further disrepute. A sequel to 'The Earl and the Governess'

Summary

Rafe Gaines Fairburn, the Earl of Langham has fled to France with his lovers, forced to leave England to avoid scandal. But wherever Rafe goes surely scandal follows? Even in France and even now he is married, his prodigious appetites are sure to lead him into further disrepute. A sequel to 'The Earl and the Governess'

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Earl in Exile

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Rafe Gaines Fairburn, the Earl of Langham has fled to France with his lovers, forced to leave England to avoid scandal. But wherever Rafe goes surely scandal follows? Even in France and even now he is married, his prodigious appetites are sure to lead him into further disrepute. A sequel to 'The Earl and the Governess'

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Submitted: May 09, 2015

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Rafe Gaines Fairburn, the Earl of Langham stretched languidly over the snowy white linen sheet of his bed. The sun streamed through the open window sending a shaft of light across his golden skin, emphasising the ridges of muscle that adorned his tight belly. Birdsong provided lulling background music. It was the start of another hot day in the Loire.

He looked down and watched a large hand caress the hard ridges that glistened with sweat and then he let out a strangled moan as his cock was sucked into a hot wet mouth. Zut, Eddie Johnson was a master at giving head, and Rafe wouldn't have thought it possible but his skills seemed to have improved. Maybe he had been practicing on someone else? But he immediately buried that jealous thought, and returned to concentrating on the sensations of pure pleasure that Johnson was currently illiciting from his throbbing cock.

A big fist wrapped around his shaft and Johnson looked up at him as he licked his cockhead with his confident tongue. The man had skills but he was also mightily fine to look at, with a smooth head of dark hair, always perfectly coiffed even when he had woken from a night of debauchery. And there were those dark eyes, that grew even darker when aroused. Rafe felt his balls beginning to churn as he watched Johnson's tight biceps bunching as he jerked his cock.

"Ah mon Dieu," he groaned. "You're going to make me come."

And at that, Johnson sucked Rafe's cock into his mouth causing him to immediately explode, shooting his hot spunk right down his throat.

Johnson gave a few languid licks of Rafe's oozing cock, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he lay beside him, his arms folded behind his head.

"Where have you been?" Rafe asked when he could speak again. "You've been gone for weeks."

"You know I had business in Paris."

"Yes, but you're always so bloody mysterious about it."

Johnson turned to fix him with his impenetrable gaze. "Is my Lord a little bored stuck in his petit chateau? Is Charlotte not keeping you busy?"

"As you know, Charlotte is approaching her confinement. She has other things to occupy her."

"Ah ... she's avoiding your bed is she?"

Rafe chose not to answer that question and instead, he turned to his side and ran a finger across Johnson's nipple. "I wish you were still my valet and then you would have to do whatever I wish."

"You have Gaston."

"Humph. Gaston is not as good as you to look at," he said, running the finger down to where a line of hair travelled across Johnson's belly. "And he's far too busy to service my needs, even if I could persuade him to do so. We are on a skeleton staff if you remember."

Johnson sighed. "I remember. You never fail to remind me. I told you ... it does you good to be less pampered."

Rafe's finger had reached Johnson's cock which had begun to stir.

"Maybe you should exercise your husbandly rights," Johnson said as Rafe stroked his rapidly hardening cock. "Why else marry?"

Rafe crossly removed his hand. "You know why I married Charlotte! I was forced to make our relationship respectable. Not that I minded at all," he added quickly, "I do love her after all."

Johnson stretched and the sight of his hairy armpits did something quite interesting to Rafe's dormant cock. And when Johnson's hand closed around his own hardening weapon, Rafe's interest was piqued even further.

"I'm glad that our relationship is still thoroughly unrespectable," Johnson growled. "You know how I love to be bad."

That made Rafe's cock suddenly fully hard, hard enough to hammer nails. "Oh yes," he asked, his voice catching in his throat. "How bad?"

"You know how bad," he murmured huskily as he grabbed Rafe by the arm and flipped him over onto his front. "Bad enough to break the law by fucking your tight arsehole."

Rafe groaned into his pillow as Johnson's fingers found his puckered entrance, his cock already leaking pre cum onto the sheet.

***

Charlotte Fairburn, the Countess of Langham, watched her husband through her bedroom window as he wandered across the sun drenched terrace. So beautiful, so indolent, so capricious, but she loved him wholeheartedly, even more now than she had before. As usual his thick dark hair was an unruly mess but whenever she saw it this way she wanted to run her fingers through the soft waves. She itched to touch him even when he was far away from her like now.

Her eyes surveyed the man beside him. He must have returned from Paris in the night. Eddie Johnson was probably the most physically alluring man she had ever known but he was hard to love. Unlike her guileless Rafe, Eddie kept his cards close to his chest. Charlotte wasn't sure she trusted him, even now. But she supposed that was where his attraction lay - in that dark impenetrable side of him.

Rafe looked happy to have Eddie back, happier than he had looked for a while. Charlotte sighed. It seemed that she did not please her husband as much as she used to. She looked down at her huge belly. It was no wonder really, now she was barely capable of walking a few yards let alone sporting in bed, in the energetic way that Rafe favoured. She wondered again whose child this was inside her. Both potential fathers had dark hair - although where Eddie's eyes were the deepest brown, Rafe's were blue. She would probably never know who the father was. But it would not matter, Rafe had vowed to love the child and Eddie, despite his furtiveness, had stayed loyal to both of them hadn't he?

Charlotte moved away from the window. The doctor was coming and it would not do for her to be found half dressed and in this melancholy mood.

 


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