The Actress and the Aristocrat by Katie Ashley

Chapter Twenty-Three: Randall

Iwas having a delicious dream. One that I didn’t want the early morning sunlight to wake me from. As I lamented not closing the curtains the night before, the delicious curves of a woman’s body rubbed against me, making me want to pinch myself to see if it was truly real. My cock began to grow as an ample arse rubbed against it. Needing to feel more of her, I snaked my arm around the woman’s waist and then up her ribcage. As her breast overflowed my palm, I dipped my head to nuzzle her neck. My tongue darted out to lick and nip of soft skin as I cupped and squeezed her breast.

“Mm,” came a pleased reply. When her nipple hardened under my warm touch, my fingers tweaked the bud. The mystery woman began rubbing harder and faster against my dick. “I’m close,” she panted.

What felt like a bucket of ice water cascaded over my head and crashed down my body. I wasn’t in bed with the mystery woman from my dream. I was in bed with Charlie! It was her breast my hand caressed, and it was her arse riding my erection.

“FUCKING HELL!”

With a squeal, Charlie scrambled away. After getting tangled in the sheets, she went arse over tit onto the floor. Christ, this was the worst. “Charlie?”

“Y-Yes?”

I peered over the side of the bed at her. “Are you all right?”

Wrinkling her nose, she replied, “Physically, yes. Emotionally, I’m not so sure.”

I groaned as I ran a hand over my face. I couldn’t help it was the same hand that had just moments before had been on Charlie’s breast. Would you get a grip, you lascivious bastard?!

“I’m speechless at the moment,” I finally muttered.

“Same.”

Leaning over the bed, I offered her a hand. “Let me help you up.”

Grimacing, Charlie put her hand in mine. With a gentle tug, I pulled her up and onto the mattress. With a sheepish grin, she said, “I suppose there is a logical reason for what just happened.”

Yes, I’m a horny bastard who wants to ravish you against every hard surface in this bedroom.“I…I would wager that we were both experiencing…” Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to say sex in front of her, which was clearly ridiculous since I’d just been fondling her breast.

“Fantastic dreams?” Charlie suggested.

Swallowing hard, I replied, “Yes, that’s it. Then because of said dreams, our biological nature overtook us, and we enacted those fantasies on the closest available body.”

“Exactly. Totally understandable,” she replied, although her tone didn’t sound convinced. There was also the fact she wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“I’m truly sorry, Charlie. I would never dare to defile you in anyway.” Liar. You’d like to fuck her senseless. “You know, without your consent,” I added to appease my conscience.

A tentative smile tugged at her lips. “I know that.”

“To prevent anything further from happening, perhaps it’s best if I slept on the floor tonight.”

Charlie’s expression darkened slightly. “If you feel that’s best.”

“I just wouldn’t want this to happen again.”

“Right. That wouldn’t be good at all.”

Why didn’t she seem to be in agreement? Surely she didn’t want to wake up again with me humping her backside. Surely she didn’t want me groping her . . . magnificent tits, that I can now—seeing I’m looking—see straining against her flimsy—sexy—nightgown. And how I wish I could slide the other strap off her shoulder to expose her—

Christ, Rand. Stop. Charlie doesn’t want this. After clearing my throat, I said. “Right. Well, I suppose I should get ready for the hunt.”

She nodded. “I’ll just stay here and catch up on some emails.”

“All right then.” I then hightailed it over to the wardrobe to get out my uniform for the hunt. After what had transpired this morning, there was no way I was coming out in my robe or towel.

Once I’d shut myself into the bathroom, I hung up my garment bag. I turned on the water before slipping out of my pajamas. As I started lathering up with soap, my mind took a devious turn, and I started reflecting on the feel of Charlie’s curves. The way her breast filled my palm. Her moans of pleasure.

Before I knew it, I’d abandoned the bar of soap. My hand then gripped my growing cock. I began to pump my fingers over my erection. Just as I was beginning to work myself up, a jolt of cold water both literally and figuratively spilled over my head.

In a house as old as Alfie’s, coupled with the fact it was packed to the brim with guests, it was inevitable that the warm water would run out. Thankfully, it happened right before I could truly disgust myself by finishing wanking with Charlie just outside the bathroom.

Bloody hell! What was I thinking to be pleasuring myself just a few feet away from Charlie? Had I utterly and completely turned into a vile letch? With a grunt of frustration, I turned the water off and jerked the shower curtain back.

With a cloud of disgust hanging over me, I finished getting ready. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Charlie’s eyes widened. “Wow, you’re really committed to this hunt, huh?”

“Everybody is stuck decades in the past by still wearing this nonsense.”

“It looks very nice on you.”

“Thank you.”

After Charlie’s compliment, another awkward silence hung around us. “Right, well, if you’d like to get dressed, we can have breakfast together before I have to leave.”

“Actually, I think I’ll just take it easy this morning. Maybe I’ll grab a bite as I check out the library.”

Jesus. I’d really gone and done it. After my horny hands, Charlie wanted nothing else to do with me. How were we ever going to get through the rest of the weekend when things appeared to be so strained between us? “Sure. That sounds fine.” Trying my last shot, I added, “Maybe we can meet up for lunch.”

“Maybe,” she answered.

Sodding hell. This was disastrous. With a heavy heart, I headed out the door.