Chapter 46 The journey
Isabella was conscious of Lucien inches away from her.
Their little escapade just minutes before the journey, made her tighten her thighs each time she thought of it.
“Are you sure you're okay?” Lucien whispered in her ears. “You've been twisting.”
“I'm fine.” She muttered, eyes ahead. But she really wasn't. The sex in the garden was intense and she wanted more.
She didn't mind having one with the men around, a few feet away from them.
Her face flushed at the thought. Isabella couldn't believe this was what she was thinking about on the journey, knowing there were many hurdles to face.
“We could stop and stretch our legs if you're tired, you know?” Lucien whispered again.
“No,” she protested vehemently.
The men were already riding slowslowlyause of her. “That won't be necessary. We have to get out of this zone before nightfall.”
Lucien was silent, as he grunted. He'd insisted that she ride with him.
“Okay, if you insist.” He said simply as he nudged the horse to increase its pace.
Isabella's hands trembled as Lucien whistled, making the men stop.
She spun, almost kissing him. “I thought we agreed to continue.”
Lucien ignored her, facing the men. “Let's stock up on our water. We reconvene in ten minutes.”
The guards dispersed, leaving them both alone.
Without a word, he jumped down from the horse and pulled her with him.
“Now, are you gonna tell me what's up or do you want me guessing?” His fingers tipped her jaw making her look him in the eyes.
She sighed, realising that he would not let it go until he'd gotten what he wanted.
“What do you mean?” She looked around, wary of where they stood and how they looked together.
“They're not here, so you can speak freely.” His gaze followed hers. “And do not ask me what I mean, cause you know exactly what I'm talking about.” His voice was fierce.
“Fine.” She grunted. “I've just…” her face flushed as she realised that she couldn't tell him what she was thinking. Now that it was time to talk about it, it was embarrassing to say the least.
“You just what?” Lucien urged.
“The garden,” she croaked, using all her strength to force herself out of his grasp as she looked away.
“What about the garden?” Lucien narrowed his eyes, confused for a minute before realisation dawned on him.
“Truth is,” she murmured, putting some distance between them. She was going to be damned after this confession, but it was worth the try. “I still want more.”
The moment the words were out of her mouth, she turned away shyly.
Lucien froze for about thirty seconds, before a thin smile forced its way to his face.
“I guess I'm not the only one then.” He whispered, taking her hands as he turned her around to face him.
Isabella's eyes widened. “You…” she trailed.
“Yes,” Lucien admitted. “Is that why you've been acting cranky all day?” He teased.
“Cranky is not the word.” She responded fiercely.”
He raised his hand in surrender, a smirk plastered firmly on his face. “If you say so.”
“I do say so.” She murmured.
“You could have told me though. I could easily have made provision for it.” He murmured slyly into her ears.
Isabella gasped, looking around to make sure she was the only one who had heard it. “And how's that?” The naughty side of her spoke up, despite her restraints.
“You really wanna know?” His hands curved her waist protectively, as he led her ass gently to him.
“Lucien,” she protested weakly as she looked around, despite arching her hip to fit in. “There are people around.”
“That's exactly why I haven't ripped your clothes off.” He murmured.
She could feel him hardening.
“I'm just giving you a glimpse of what I could do if you allow me.”
Her face flushed. “I would have suggested something, but I'm not dressed appropriately for it.” She murmured seductively into his ear.
“Hmm,” Lucien played along. “And, how?”
Isabella leaned into him, her breast pressing his hard chest. “Say I was in a gown, totally naked under…”
She trailed as her hand moved slowly to his shaft. “You and I riding on the horse, your fingers inside of me.”
“Isabella” Lucien rasped, his breath getting harder.
“What do you think?” She disengaged, putting some distance between them.
“I think I like the naughty Isabella Thorne. She really is a discovery, full of different suprises.”
Isabella blushed.
“First, she decided to give me a blow job.” Lucien continued, smiling as he spoke. “And now, she is making proposals. Dangerous ones.”
She looked down, trying to hide the smile brushing past her face. It felt good to know that she wasn't the only one who couldn't seem to stay away from him.
“Tell me, who recommended the clothes you're putting on now?”
“It's almost ten minutes. The men will be here any moment.” Isabella reminded him hushly, deliberately ignoring the question he'd just asked her.
Lucien chuckled. She'd started the game. He was going to end it. He walked slowly to her as he tugged at the clothes she wore. She was dressed in rider’s wear. All traces of her femininity are gone.
“You did.” she groaned, seeing that he wouldn't let go.
“I did?” He grimaced. “I really do make some bad decisions. Your idea would have made a lot of sense in a time like this.”
He took her hand gently and led her to his shaft. “See how hard talking dirty with you makes me?”
Isabella blushed, before packing him gently. “That makes two of us. Only that I can't show you how wet I am, dripping for your touch.” Her voice was slutty.
“Imagine me all coated with cum, my pussy in your mouth, as you bite its lips, your tongue swiping down…”
Without warning, Lucien claimed her lips in his, kissing her till she had no breath left.
“That's for tempting me and making my imagination go wild…”
“Your Majesty?” Sam cleared his throat behind them, his always expressionless face flushed red.
He looked like he had been standing behind them for a while. “The men are ready.”
Suddenly Isabella could feel the presence of the men around them. She'd been too consumed with having sex with Lucien that she'd forgotten they were on a journey.
“Very well then,” Lucien unentangled himself as he faced Sam. “Let's continue the journey.”
He helped Isabella climb up the horse, then joined her almost immediately.
“Do you think he heard anything?” She whispered, making Lucien chuckle.
“Shy?” He teased. “Someone's definitely shy.” He continued when he didn't get a response.
“You don't really have to think about it.”
“Really?” Her face was hopeful.
“Oh, he did hear something.” He chuckled.
“That's not helpful.” She groaned, making Lucien giggle.
The men riding close to him, were trying their best to concentrate. They'd never seen Lucien this happy, this carefree.
“You wanna know what I think?” He resumed.
“What?” Despite herself, she was curious.
“I think they know that I'm in love with you Isabella Thorne.”
Isabella could feel her heart melting at his declaration of love, even though this was not the first time this had happened.
“When we retire for the night, I'm gonna take you up on your offer.” He teased.
“Oh really?” Isabella played along as the horse ran. “Which one of them?” She arched forward, till she was almost sitting on him.
“I'm gonna raise your legs to the air, eat you out till you scream my name and I'm gonna fuck you till you can no longer move your legs.”
“Is that all?” Isabella murmured, as she tightened her grip on the horse.
“Nope, that's just the beginning, but I can tell it's already doing wonders to your brain.” Lucien smiled as he trained his eyes to look forward.
“And you're stiff, which means you're already dripping. LuckyDiablo.” He made reference to the horse.
“Poor Diablo?” Isabella was confused.
“He gets to experience your cum all over his body, while I sit here and fantasise how you would squirt on my face, into my mouth and we kiss, making you taste you.”
He was talking dirty, her legs squirmed as she held him staring straight ahead. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't as she shook her head.
He was right, even though it was going to kill her to admit it. She was dripping and it was only a matter of time before she came all over the horse's body.
Even her trousers would not be able to cover it up.
“You are so confident in your abilities.” She murmured. She could stop now, stop before she embarrassed herself by squirting all over the horse, but at the same time, she felt emboldened. He belonged to her now, and she to him.
“Aren't I?” His hands travelled all over her body as the horse raced before stopping a few inches from her breast.
“You wanna try and see?”