Wickedly Wanton: A Regency Menage Tale

Aiden Merryck, Marquess of Severn, had no interest in talking with anyone at this picnic. No, all he could think about were her luscious breasts—and leaving her numb in the wake of a proper education. An education that included piercing that ever so innocent virginal façade. All morning, she’d teased him with hints of her pale décolletage, coy smiles, flashes of temptation as she tilted her blonde head to laugh with her friends. And while one friend in particular was a dark-haired beauty, she didn’t seem quite as alluring as the blonde.
Aiden could easily picture himself pressing her against the brick wall of the house well within sight of any who cared to watch, buried in her heat. Taking great pleasure in introducing her to all the ecstasies of the flesh. It had been a long time since any woman, especially one as innocent as this one appeared, had captured his interest so completely.
Scanning the crowd for Harvey Beauchamp, he intended to arrange an introduction to the golden-haired temptress—to smell the scent of her skin, hear her laugh…imagine how her voice sounded agreeing to anything he wanted to do to her. His host stood some distance away, laughing boomingly with a group of men Aiden didn’t recognize.
Just as he turned in that direction, he spotted the girls slipping away, toward the wood. It took only a moment for him to dispense with any notion of alerting others to his intention for an introduction.
With practiced discretion, he set about following the beguiling young woman. Leaving the laughing horde to their own, positive they barely noticed either the girls’ escape or his own, he nonetheless kept an eye on the brightly dressed mass as he skirted the edge of the lawn. No one gave him a second look.
Entering the cool shade of the trees, he stayed far enough behind so the pair couldn’t detect his approach. The blonde said something and the brunette laughed, a shy, skittish sound that echoed along the path. He regretted being unable to overhear their chatter.
They settled on a large rock near the stream, the mid-afternoon sunlight shining directly upon them in the small clearing. The early summer air held a tang of vegetation, the only other sounds from birds high overhead.
“Are you frightened, Sabine?” the brunette asked as the girls placed shoes and stockings nearby. “Of what he’ll do to you? Make you do?”
Sabine’s legs were all slim muscle, and Aiden grew hard imagining them wrapped around his waist, spread open for him to see all her secrets. Or better, kneeling before him as she sucked his cock. The friend placed her hand on Sabine’s knee, giving it a light caress. A suggestive caress, he noted, at odds with the shy laughter of before. His interest in the other woman was piqued slightly.
“Of course, Faith!” Sabine said, standing and gracefully lifting her dress as they waded into the stream. She shivered at the contact but hiked the material higher and walked deeper into the water. Aiden had a nice view of her thighs now, pale against the soft green fabric of her gown. The fingertips of one hand brushed her skin, and he had a sudden vision of her with those fingers buried deep within her core, pleasuring herself as he watched.
As she turned to face her friend, and hence Aiden, her blue eyes blazed defiance. “He’s…he’s ancient! I’ve never even kissed another, and now I’m to marry. I don’t know why Father is so insistent on this match, but he won’t hear a word against it. I’d prefer someone closer to my own age, my own temperament.”
“They tell us nothing,” Faith said, hovering at the edge of the stream, not entering the water yet not retreating either. “Nothing of relations with men, and yet they expect us to make a proper match.”
“Very true,” Sabine said as her friend inched cautiously in, stopping only ankle deep. “I’d like to know I can kiss properly, that I’m not a clumsy fool.”
Even from the shadow of the copse, Aiden could sense the excitement from Faith, could see her shoulders straighten as she inched another step closer, could see her entire being brighten with Sabine’s unknowing invitation.
Aiden inched closer to the clearing as well and wondered. Did Sabine know what she was doing? Had she purposely encouraged her friend? His cock stiffened further, throbbing for Sabine’s first touch, for those innocent lips to close over him.
“Kiss me.” The words traveled clearly to where he leaned against a large oak tree. His cock ached, and Aiden brushed his hand over his stiffness as he watched Sabine look at her friend closely, head tilted in thought.
She does know, the minx.
“Kiss me,” Faith said stronger, “and we’ll see if either of us are clumsy.”