Explore Her, More of Her (16 page)

I understand that he’s not talking about wishes that are fleeting. Belmont is referring to changes in the way we make our lives together. It’s time for me to speak up. It’s time for me to
live
. “I want you to know that you don’t have to raise the dead to make me happy.” The fact that he said that still bothers me.

Belmont stuffs his tongue in my ear. His breath is warm, and so is his tongue. “What else?”
 

“My family. Thank you for making things better between Heloise and Jacques and me.”

“You’re welcome…” He sighs. “What else?”

It’s hard for me to think with him stimulating me like this. “Huh?”

“What are you going to write your next article about?”

I close my eyes, and my hips gravitate toward his finger. “Yes, I want that…” I sigh.
 

“I want you to travel and write. I won’t stand in your way. Is our house too big?”

“Belmont…”
 

“Is it, baby? Don’t hold back. I need to hear it.”

I moan. “Yes.”

“I hear you. We’ll sell it.”

“But it was your first.”

“You’re my first. Where do you want to live?”

“I don’t know,” I whimper. I raise my hips higher to catch the sensation.

“Not Santa Monica, baby?”
 

“Okay.”
 

“And nowhere west of the 405.”

“Ah…” My legs shiver as an orgasm pulses through my pussy.

Belmont shoves his tongue in my ear and jerks his finger quicker and harder against my swollen knot until the sensation subsides.

“Malibu is west of the 405,” I say, breathing heavily.

“Do you think I like that fucking town?”
 

“I thought so.”

“I don’t. You ever considered Montecito?” he asks.

“Never, but I like that town.”

“I always wanted to build something for us there. It doesn’t have to be a mansion. It can be a country house. Six bedrooms?”

“Four,” I say.

“Five?”

“Okay, five.”

“Five baths?” he says breathlessly.

“Okay.”

Belmont spins me around. “See how easy that was?”

That look in his eyes says he’s about to devour me. “Uh-hum.”
 

“Now get on the grass and open your legs.”

I step away from him, sit on the grass, part my legs, and lay back.

“Pull your dress up. I want to see your pussy.”

I do as he asks, exposing my lower half. Belmont skips a breath. He bites his lip as he unzips his pants and pulls them and his underwear off one leg at a time. He’s so hard that his dick is pointing at his head. It’s tantalizing, and I feel powerful that I’ve made a man of his caliber that excited.

I sit up. “Wait.”

His eyes are glazed over. I take him by his erection.

“No, baby. I want your pussy.”

“And I want your cock. Let me have it. Please…”

Belmont concedes by dropping his arms to his sides. I smirk. He’s giving me anything I want. Finally. I stroke his dick. It’s already moistened and rigid as steel. Belmont gasps as I lap my tongue around the tip. I don’t want to fool around—I get right down to business and put it all the way in my mouth. I squeeze my lips around his shaft and press my tongue against the middle. I swallow as much of his ten inches of rock-hard cock as I can. I bob up and down, sucking him as though I want to milk him dry. Belmont mutters a string of curses. I grab his ass with one hand and massage where it meets the crease of his thigh, and I use the thumb of my other hand to give his taint a deep massage.
 

“Fuck! Daisy!” Belmont shouts, grabbing my hair. His breaths are loud and quick. His knees try to buckle under, but he recovers. “Shit!” Belmont pulls his dick out of my mouth.
 

The next thing I know, my thighs are pinned to the grass and Belmont’s dick is so far inside me that I scream. He pounds me. One. Two. Three thrusts. His body quakes, and he grunts and whimpers. Belmont collapses on top of me, and I hold him. Our breaths slow as Belmont’s body relaxes.

“What bag did you pull those tricks out of?” he asks.

I chuckle. “I tried some new things.”

“You sure as hell did.”

“Did they work?”

Belmont nods. “Every single one of them.”

I chuckle. “Angelina and Maggie were talking about how to give the best blowjobs on the New Year’s Eve we spent on Martha’s Vineyard.”

“And it took you this long to try their suggestions?”

“I don’t know…” I squeeze Belmont tight. “I feel uninhibited tonight.”

“Are you rewarding me for finally wising up?”

“Did blowing you feel like a reward?”

Belmont shrugs. “I’m fonder of your pussy.”

I roll my eyes. “I know.”

Betty and Jacques have finished their set. Now the music is louder and faster.
 

“This grass is hard,” Belmont says. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Now that he mentioned it… “A little.”

He stands and pulls me up. We kiss some more.

“Now what?” I ask when our lips separate.

He flexes his eyebrows. “Let’s go to your bed.”

I narrow one eye. “Babe, my cottage is way too small for you.”

“This trip is about you, not me. Maybe we should do that more often.”

My eyes dance. “Take trips that are all about me?”

He chuckles. “Change them up. Take one that’s about you, then one that’s about me.”

“Hmm, I like it. But where will we go on a trip that’s all about you?” I ask.

“Can’t you guess?”

My lips twist into a flirtatious grin. “A luxury villa, full service, on a bluff that overlooks the sea in Monaco, or a luxury yacht in the port. And me naked twenty-four-seven.”

“How does Monday sound?” he jokes.

“Oh no, we’ll still be on my trip on Monday.” I kiss him tenderly. “But my trip does include me naked twenty-four-seven.”

Belmont makes his penis jump. I chuckle.

“He’ll be ready for round two by the time we make it to your pint-sized bed,” Belmont says as he puts his pants back on.
 

I straighten my dress, and we’re on our way.
 

***

Anton Bisset

Anton kept his eyes on Nina as they danced. She was definitely prettier than Anna, and Anna knew it, which was why she couldn’t believe that he actually preferred her. Nina turned heads without much effort. Even as they danced, men watched her body move. They were the kind of men who collected women like Nina to lounge on their yachts or play the hostess of their mansions. But she wasn’t sexy or interesting. She wasn’t quick-witted or cynical. She didn’t possess a come-hither look. Anton believed all women should possess a coquettish gaze. Nina had never had to develop one. She was just too beautiful.
 

He felt as if the song went on forever. Nina didn’t look as though she were enjoying herself. He smiled at her to perk her up. She returned a weak smile then clenched her lips. He had seen that look before. She was still hurt by their past. Anton couldn’t apologize for hurting her more than he already had. The tension-filled dance was like torture.
 

He looked around to see who he could connect with, and he locked eyes with a girl. She had platinum blond hair, red lipstick, and wore a very tight cat suit. His lust chose her for the night since Anna wasn’t an option. Anton smiled at the girl, and she smiled back. The guy she was dancing with was older. Anton snickered when he remembered what Anna and Nina had said about rich men like that one. Out of the turtle, frog, and parrot, that man looked most like a ferret. The women at the party were definitely more attractive than the men.
 

The song finally reached its last note.

“Thank you for the dance,” he said, intending to ditch her for the rest of the night.

“Anton, are you leaving so soon?” Anna said when her dance partner swept her up against him.
 

He wasn’t a turtle, parrot, frog, or ferret. Her partner was more like Anton: a good-looking guy out to have a good time and score a woman with a sexy body for the night. Anna had the kind of round ass and plump tits that made a man’s mouth water. When the guy’s hand settled on her ass, Anton thought he would lose it.

“Do you want to continue to dance?” he asked Nina.

Nina shrugged indifferently. “Yes, okay.”

The deejay spun a new song, and Anton and Nina danced right next to Anna and her partner. The woman in the cat suit kept making eye contact with him, and Anna acted as if he didn’t exist. Nina was boring as usual, but Anton wouldn’t show Anna that he was miserable. He grabbed Nina’s hips to help her loosen up a bit. For a little while, Nina followed his lead, and they danced much better. He caught a glimpse of Anna watching them. If only he could get to the blonde in the cat suit. She would really make Anna jealous. Then he saw Jacques and his band preparing to take the stage.

“No way!” He put his mouth near Nina’s ear. “I must go.” He motioned toward Jacques.

Nina gestured that it was okay. Like a gentleman, he walked her off the dance floor before he went to talk to Jacques. He and the blonde locked eyes as he passed her. He would claim her when the time was right. Anton leaped on the stage.
 

“Anton, how’s it going?” Jacques said, and they hugged.

“I am good. Much better now that Daisy has been here.”

“Where the hell is she?” Jacques’s eyes swept over the audience. He looked disappointed by her absence.

“She is with, um, Belmont.”

Jacques nodded. “Ah, then I hope I see her sooner or later.”

“Yes, yes… are you lodging at Mes Fleurs?”

“We’re flying back to Paris after this set.”

Anton glanced at Anna. She was still dancing with the guy. The music had changed, and the beat was draggy and sensual—so were her moves.
 

“You want to play something tonight?” Jacques asked him.

Anton realized Jacques was curious about why he was up on stage with nothing to say. He shook his head. “I did not bring my sticks.”

“Larry will share.”

Anna rubbed her ass against the man’s cock.
 

“I know but not tonight. I will see you later?” Anton jumped off the stage.

He was incensed. A travesty was unfolding right before his eyes, and he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to avoid Nina, who was still standing where he left her. Anton searched for the woman in the cat suit, but she was no longer dancing. Someone tapped his shoulder. He spun around.
 

“You are looking for me?” It was the woman in the cat suit.

Anton nodded. “I am.”
 

“Well, here I am.”

Anton pondered taking the woman to a quiet place to convince her to go home with him so he could fuck her brains out. That would satisfy his biological need to connect with a woman on a sexual and emotional level. But first, he wanted to see Anna again. He could see her when he returned to the studio to pick up Belmont’s painting, but he couldn’t wait that long, especially since she was still rubbing her ass against the guy’s cock. He wondered how far that guy would get with Anna tonight.
 

“Let’s dance,” Anton said.

Her eyes were smoldering. “You are sure?”

“Dance first, and we’ll see what happens next,” he said.

Anton took her hand before she could respond. Anna saw him as soon as he showed up beside her. The blonde twirled around twice, and her ass ended up right up against Anton’s cock. He grew a boner instantly. He hadn’t felt a nice, soft woman’s ass against him in ages. Anna couldn’t take her eyes off them, and neither could Nina, who was glaring from the edge of the dance floor.

Anton couldn’t move because he was so hard. He didn’t know what the hell was happening to him. He took the woman by the hips. Who did that to a poor, defenseless, sex-deprived man? If he had been sexed-up, he could have handled the stimulation much better. If he was going to come, then he wanted to do it while fantasizing about what he really wanted. He focused on Anna. She wore a white dress that contrasted with her peach skin. When they’d first met, her hair was cropped, and he’d thought that was sexy. It was now neck length, and the way the strands slid across her face turned him on. Anton had put his nose on her neck once when they were engaged in horseplay. She had been very soft and smelled sweet. He almost took her then.
 

Anton’s dance partner had turned around, and she was smashing her pussy against his erection. There was no doubt about what she wanted to do.
 

“What is your name?” the blonde asked.
 

He snorted. He didn’t think she cared to know. “I’m Anton.”

“I am Mirabelle.”
 

The music died down.
 

“Are we finished dancing?” she asked.

“How are y’all doing tonight?” Jacques said.
 

People clapped.

“Don’t you want to stay for Jacques Blanchard?” Anton asked.
 

“Who is that?” Mirabelle asked.
 

“He’s a famous musician. Believe me, if you miss this performance, then you will miss heaven.”

She batted her eyelashes. “You are already missing heaven.”

Jacques and his band started to play.

Anna tugged on Anton’s shoulder. “Dance with me.”

Mirabelle tugged on his arm. “He is with me.”

Anna widened her eyes. “Anton…”

“I will dance with her,” Anton said to Mirabelle.

Mirabelle gasped as if she had been slapped in the face. “Then you lose!” She stomped off.

Anna wrapped her arms around him. She looked down. “You actually became excited by her?”

Anton embraced her. “It was a little bit of her and a little bit of someone else.”

“Nina?”

Anton stared into Anna’s face. He wondered why her face had always captivated him. Her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, and the way each was situated on her face made her naturally sexy. Some women had it, but most did not—Anna had
it
.
 

Jacques introduced Betty Moreland.