French Quarter (15 page)

Her eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of her mouth curved ever so gently. “
Darlin’
,” she said, making him chuckle at her imitation of him, “whether or not you believe me, this is all about me. What I want. What I feel. And I don’t feel anything for Todd except glad he’s no longer my problem.”

Good
, he thought, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he just looked deep into her sexy eyes and said, “Tell me what you want,
chere
, what you feel. Right this second, what do you want?”

She wore an aloof grin and seemed to be turning the question over in her mind. “Right this second? Mmm, well, right this second, I think I want to sit in your lap.”

He flashed a welcoming smile and felt his cock inflate as he opened his arms to her.

Lowering her wine to the table next to his, she settled onto his thighs, and as his arms curled around her, he wondered if she felt his growing erection against her leg. Their position brought her full breasts nearly level with his face, so he leaned down and lowered a small kiss to the ridge of one lovely globe. “What do you want now?” he whispered.

“More of that,” she purred, arching her breasts toward his mouth.

At the invitation, he began feasting on them—small, soft kisses rained across her exposed cleavage, making her release a series of small moans and growls until finally he eased one palm up onto her soft, round breast, kneading it as he kissed her chest and neck. The hard nipple jutting against his hand compelled him to reach inside the dress, twirling the hard nub between thumb and forefinger as he raised his kisses to her hot, beautiful lips.

He looked up when she shifted, to find her lowering a shoulder strap and baring one gorgeous pink-crested breast to his eyes, and his mouth. They didn’t even talk about the fact that it was barely dusk, that anyone could glance out a window or up from the street and see them—although Jack knew they were both keenly aware of it. “
Jolie
,” he breathed, and sank his mouth over her breast’s pretty peak, twirling his tongue over the taut nipple, then closing his lips around her to suck it. She moaned with pleasure and Jack listened as if her sounds were a symphony—hot, sexy background music to his ministrations. He lowered the other shoulder strap so that she sat topless on his lap letting him shift his kisses back and forth between her scrumptious breasts until he was nearly drunk on them.

As he looked down, watching his tongue play over one wet pink nipple in the dusky light, he slid his hand up under her dress, gliding his touch up her outer thigh all the way to her hip. He expected to encounter an elastic band of some kind and when he didn’t, he peeked up at her with amusement. “No panties, darlin’?”

She grinned and shook her head.

“Is this my surprise?” He raised his eyebrows.

He didn’t expect her giggle. “No.”

He smiled anyway. “
Mais
, I still like it.”

“Good.”

“And I would love to fuck your brains out right here on this balcony, my hot
petite
fille
, but I’m thinkin’ we should take this party inside. It’s not even dark out, and I don’t want anyone callin’ the cops.”

She tilted her head. “On Bourbon Street? You think someone really would?”

He shrugged. “Might sound unlikely, but I don’t wanna take any chances on gettin’ interrupted. Do you?”

She gave her head a sexy little shake, and then, holding her dress up under her bare breasts, rose from his lap, picked up her wine with her free hand and sashayed through the open French doors into his living room.

He followed, stunned by how utterly erotic she looked leaning against his wall, the blue fabric draping her body from only the ribs downward. She licked her lips and took a sip of wine. “Come here,” she said.

He was in no mood to protest. He set his wine on a table and approached her. “There.” She pointed to the back of his sofa. “Lean.”

He did it, never taking his eyes from her.

After another drink, she lowered the glass next to his and reached up to caress her breasts. The dress dropped to her hips. Watching her—and knowing she was playing with him, just trying to drive him crazy—was sweet agony. Slowly, she began to move toward him, all the while massaging those two pretty mounds of flesh, using her fingers to pinch and tease the hard pink tips under his close scrutiny. She leaned her head back and let out a sexy little moan, hardening his shaft all the more. But like last night, he could be patient. He loved discovering, one by one, what dirty little treats Liz had in store, so he was utterly content to watch her play with her beautiful breasts for him.

When finally she stood directly in front of him, she reached for the bulge in his jeans, cupping it in her palm, massaging him while her other hand still caressed her chest. “
Merde
,” he moaned. Her touch felt so good it almost hurt.

As she lifted her hands to his belt buckle, he reached for her breasts. He felt their delicious weight in his hands, raking his palms over tight, budded nipples, as she undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. Reaching inside, she gently but confidently freed his cock, hooking the underwear down low, under his balls.

Then she reached for his hand. Still patient, he followed, letting her lead him around to the front of the couch, where he sat down. She kneeled between his spread thighs and studied his shaft, but
he
watched
her
—her hungry eyes and full pouty lips, her large lovely breasts hovering just above his rock-hard erection.

Finally, she leaned over, letting her breasts drape around his lengthened cock. Warm, soft; Jack nearly died from the sumptuous pleasure. He lifted himself lightly, pressing himself against the hollow valley between those sweet mounds of flesh, inviting them to close around his hard-on as much as possible. “Ah, beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his voice raspy. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

She slid her breasts gently upward on his long cock, then back down. Slow, painstaking movements, and he felt every nuance—the soft fleshiness, the hard points of her nipples grazing the skin to either side of his shaft, the deep crevice where his erection was buried. He couldn’t help moving a little, fucking her gorgeous breasts—and it made her release a hot little growl as she slid them up and down his length more aggressively.

At last, just when Jack thought he couldn’t handle any more pleasure, he felt her tongue flick over the head of his cock.

He looked down to see her lick away the fluid gathered at the tip—watched her lick at the little opening, as if trying to bring out more.

Then her tongue made a circle around the whole head—twice.

“Fuck,” he murmured, leaning his head back with nearly unbearable pleasure.

“Want more?” she whispered.

“Oh yeah.”

With that, Liz followed her instincts and licked a line from the base of his strong, beautiful cock all the way to the tip, hungrily lowering her mouth over him. Already, she loved sucking Jack’s cock more than she ever had with any other man. The very sight of it made her want to kiss and suck and lick it, simply adore it, and now the primal urge was to take as much of that big hard shaft into her mouth as she could. She worked her lips up and down, thrilled by his sounds of pleasure and the knowledge that he was watching her go down on him. He held her hair back as she devoted her full focus on swallowing as much of his length as she could.

When he was good and wet and she needed a break, she pulled away to resume fucking him with her breasts again. Now his cock slid up and down between them with slick ease, and the wetness and friction against her chest got her even hotter. After a moment, she began punctuating each stroke of her breasts with a hungry lick to the tip of his cock. But soon, little licks weren’t enough—she wanted to lick away all the wetness gathered there, and then she wanted to suck him, deeper, harder.

“Careful, baby,” he warned, “or I’ll…”

But Liz didn’t care if he came now—she
wanted
to make him come this way, and she wanted to
watch
him come, wanted to see the semen spurt out of his long, thick, beautiful cock, just for her. “Come on my breasts,” she breathed. “I want you to come on my breasts.” She wasn’t sure why, she only knew she wanted to feel that sweet warm white fluid on her oh-so-sensitive mounds, wanted it to cover her, make her even wetter.

She sucked on him a moment longer—hard and wild—until he growled, “Baby, now.” Just after she released him from her mouth, his thick seed shot hot and wet in four long bursts, most of it arcing out to land exactly where they both wanted it to. Liz could scarcely comprehend the strange pleasure she gleaned as her breasts became drenched in his fluid, but she felt sexy and dirty and alive, beautifully on display as they both looked down at the sight. Finally, she began to rub it in, moaning at the sensation, and Jack helped, massaging it in while they both watched their hands working over her semen-slick breasts.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers. “Was that my surprise,
chere
?”

She couldn’t help flashing a vixen’s smile. “No, not yet.”

“When will I get it?”

“Oh, I think you’ll find it soon.”

He cast a dubious smile. “
When
soon?”

She couldn’t help laughing. “Look, have I disappointed you yet?”

Jack joined in, chuckling, and finally said, “No,
chere
, you certainly haven’t. I guess I can try to be a little more patient.”

“Something you’re not very good at,” she teased.

He drew back in mock outrage. “I’m damn patient, but you push me too far.”

She cast a coy look. “You want your surprise?”

He nodded, a predatory gleam in his eye.

“Then come and get it.” Rising to her feet, she gathered the dress around her and dashed toward the bedroom. Once there, she bound onto Jack’s big bed in time to look up and see him barreling in behind her. Trundling onto the mattress, he pinned her to the bed by her wrists and gave her a dangerous look that dissolved as he began kissing her. Her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, shoulders, breasts. Her stomach, her belly button.

Below, he pushed his hands up under her dress and onto her ass, caressing and kneading, until finally one hand grazed over top of her thigh and down into the valley between. The instant his touch sank onto her mons, he raised his eyes to her, his expression filled with fire. “Oh,” he said, clearly awestricken. “Oh, baby.” His kisses resumed, fast and furious, to her lips, neck. “
Ca c’est bon
,” he murmured in between them. Oh,
ca c’est bon
, baby.”

“That’s your surprise,” she finally whispered.

He smiled. “And what a sweet, delicious, delectable surprise it is.”

Only then did he reach down, flip her dress up over her waist, and look at her smooth pussy. He moved farther down, situating himself between her legs to see better, and she felt him studying every bare curve of white flesh, and the slick pink part that divided it. “Beautiful,” he finally said. “So damn beautiful.”

Then he smiled up at her. “Close your eyes,
chere
.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a surprise for you, too.”

Liz cast him a curious glance and let her eyes fall shut.

“Don’t peek,” he warned as he parted her legs.

His gentle kisses across her abdomen didn’t surprise her, nor did the skim of his fingertips across the now-smooth skin of her cunt below. When he lowered a gentle kiss to the cleft where her clit was, she shivered in delight and parted her legs for him farther, still deeply pleasured but unsurprised as his tongue laved her, turning her wetter than she already was. She moaned and sighed and seemed to sink deeper into the bed as she relaxed into the growing pleasure, lifting her hands to fondle her breasts, forgetting all about surprises as liquid fire raced through her veins.

And then she felt something new, unexpected, indefinable. Something pushing against her opening with deep, tender thrusts—but not his cock; she knew because his mouth still worked over her there.

“Wh-what is…?”

In response, he held up a long, cylindrical object shaped like a penis, made of some kind of pink rubbery material. Then he smiled. “I bought you a vibrator—one of the ones we looked at in the store last night.”

Liz bit her lip, not quite sure what to think, uncertain how she felt. “I’ve never used one of those…”

His grin deepened. “Really? Never? Not even just for yourself, in between boyfriends?”

She shook her head, and knew her innocence was showing again. And she knew it was okay—that he didn’t mind her innocence and maybe even liked it—but she wished she didn’t appear so shocked by something as common as a vibrator, something used by women the world over. “I’ve just never even thought about…”

“
Mais
, I think you’ll like it.”

“Better than you?” she teased.

“In
addition
to me,” he corrected, then teased, “as sort of a
supplement
to me.”

He redirected his attention to her cunt, and used the end of the pink vibrator to nudge at her opening. “For instance, I can’t lick you and fuck you at the same time, but with this, I can.”

She couldn’t help being intrigued. “Why don’t you demonstrate for me?”