Nights In Black Lace (15 page)

“Mm-hm,” she murmured, still not opening her eyes. “Sometimes I put a small toy in my behind. If I must make myself come, I want to come hard.”

“How do you hold it in?” he asked, breathing hard.

“I have one that straps around my waist and up through my thighs.

“I want to see that. But first—” He put a dab of lube on her squeaky-clean hole, not waiting for permission. Odette gave a little, ladylike groan as he thrust his finger in.

“There you go. Your asshole is hot, honey. Just like the rest of you.”

She drew in a breath and moved to let him penetrate her a little more deeply. Her arms were folded now, pressing down on the towel as she turned her head from side to side.

“Do you have a fantasy that goes along with this?” he asked, about ready to explode in his jeans.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Of a man I do not know watching me in the bath…then entering…and taking his pleasure. He uses his finger and then a dildo. Then he makes me keep it in my ass as he fucks me.”

“Who's on top?”

“I am,” Odette whispered. “Experiencing double penetration.”

“Got it. And you're going to get it.” He gave her several more skillful thrusts, enjoying her squirming.

He pulled out his finger and rinsed it, then her, rising as he gave her happy ass several stinging slaps with the wet washcloth. Odette reached down and pulled the plug, breathing fast with anticipation, not thinking of anything but sex.

Fantastic. He couldn't fix everything that had just gone wrong, but he sure as hell could take care of her physical needs. Bryan grinned and gave his hot cock a squeeze inside his jeans, leaving a wet mark on the fly.

He helped her up and gave her a raw kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and pressing up against her.

Odette reached down and frantically fondled his cock, moaning into the kiss.

“So where's the toy?” he asked.

She pushed him away and reached up to a cabinet, taking out a slender dildo attached to thin straps from a box.

“Put it on.”

She stepped into as if she were putting on a dainty pair of panties. The dildo bobbed at the back and the head of it bumped her ass cheeks as she pulled the straps up over her hips.

“How do you—”

She took the tube of lube, twisting her body at the waist to smear some on the head.

Then she turned all the way around and bent all the way down, her behind at the level of his waist. “Spread me. Guide it in.”

Her wanton pose made his breath catch but he did what she said, first finding the tiny clasp that released all the straps at once. Odette sighed as the head of the toy stretched open her anus and she groaned with deep pleasure when Bryan pushed it in.

Then she stood up again, snapping the straps that held it inside her bottom.

“Do you want to be on top?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed, “but not here. In the bedroom.”

Walking sensually—he guessed it added to her pleasure—she led the way, and he shucked the rest of his clothes in about three seconds when they got there.

Bryan stretched out on the bed. He spread his legs to ease his aching balls, then pulled on his taut scrotum as he closed them again. He rolled on the condom she handed him without taking a beat. “C'mon and ride me,” he said.

His cock was so erect he had to force it to bend as she straddled him.

For the second time in five minutes he guided something into her. Only this time the head was his. Even sheathed in a tight condom, it was ultra-sensitive, wanting to get between her legs and pump, be milked by her clenching pussy…and rubbed through her pussy walls by the dildo in her other hole.

She pushed down on his rod and moved his hand around to between her ass cheeks. “Fuck me in both,” she moaned. “I want it double.”

Beyond thinking, he just did it. His arms were long enough to reach around her easily.

Stroke for stroke, he matched her rhythm as she clutched his chest, digging her nails in, taking a hard ride on his unbelievably stiff cock and taking it in the ass from him simultaneously.

Odette began to scream under her breath with the sheer pleasure of it.

Her soft bottom tensed with each of her downward thrusts, touching and bouncing on his balls.

Bryan groaned, not able to keep from…ohhh…yes. Here it came. In thick spurts, he shot his load as she pounded even faster, rubbing the clit that the on-top position kept exposed inside her spread labia.

One of his hands stretched open to its utmost to keep the dildo rammed up inside her as she came too, bucking wildly, frantic for release.

He eased it out, fumbling for the tiny clasp that released the straps and removing the dildo as she collapsed over him. “Shhh…there you go,” he whispered into her hair. The still-wet locks cooled his hot face. “You okay, baby?”

She nodded without speaking, burying her face against his neck as she came back to reality.

Slowly.

He had a feeling she didn't want to be back.

Bryan let her stay where she was, feeling her hot tears trickle through her wet hair onto his skin. Her body shook with sobs.

“It's okay,” he said softly, stroking her back. There, she was wet with the sweat of her intense orgasm. “I'm here. It's okay.” Escaping into sex was more than okay—when life really sucked, you had to go non-verbal.

The slow pulsing of his ebbing erection reminded him to get the condom safely off before he went soft and spilled his juice.

He lifted her up and kissed her nose. “Gotta deal with that,” he said. Odette understood and scrambled a little awkwardly to one side.

Bryan pulled off the condom, then looked at the bedraggled, not very happy woman on the bed. “C'mon,” he said. “Back to the bath. Let's wash off the sweat and then we can just cuddle.”

She nodded, getting up and padding after him without saying a word.

Bryan figured a shower would be the fastest way to the cuddling she so obviously needed, so they shared a splashy one and he got her bundled up in a huge towel, drying himself vigorously before they went back to the bedroom and got under the covers.

She burrowed under his arm and he could tell she was crying again. Then she stopped and lifted her head, resting it on his chest while she brushed her fingertips lightly over the fine hair there.

“What am I going to do?” she murmured.

“We can think about that later. For now, let's get some sleep.”

Next to sex, it was the best non-verbal cure for everything that he could think of.

 

“Put on your comfy clothes,” he said when they crawled out of bed somewhere around eleven p.m. “Let's fix something we can eat on the sofa, I'll rub your feet for dessert, and then we can talk.”

“What about you? I have no comfy man clothes.”

“Odette, in case you haven't noticed, I'm an all-American slob. All my clothes are comfortable.”

She made a funny little face. “But sexy, though.”

“Thanks.”

“I did notice you had no interest in fashion,” she said with a sigh. “It is one reason I have to trust you.”

Bryan stiffened and looked at her warily. “Only one? You didn't think that I had anything to do with stealing your designs, did you?”

“No. But the investigator did ask.”

He scowled. “Has someone been following me around? I assume for a case this size he doesn't work alone.”

“Not as far as I know. But yes, he does have a team.”

Bryan imagined them in wraparound sunglasses and well-cut suits, looking cynical and dashing around Paris, screaming at all the people they ran over to get out of the way.

“Anyway, he wanted to know if I'd met someone new, and he asked about, as he put it, other changes in my life.”

“I hope you didn't give him the play-by-play and post-game analysis.”

“What is that?” Odette asked.

“Sports talk. I meant what we do in bed.”

“Ah, no. Certainly not. I only told him that you were the raffle ticket winner and I suppose he took it from there. There was an article on line right away and everything you told me about yourself checked out, as far as he could tell.”

“That really doesn't give me the warm fuzzies.”

“And what are those?” Odette wanted to know.

“Good feelings. Like when you're safe and all is right with the world. The way I'm trying to make you feel right now.”

She looked at him worriedly. “Forgive me. I am trying to be honest about the investigator and since you were right there when I was fitting Grischenka—”

“I wasn't exactly thinking straight, believe me.”

“Why not?”

“Uh, there was a lot going on? Such as you kneeling in front of her shaved pussy and Lucie joining you on the floor? Then the petals getting plucked off Grischenka's bare skin? The three of you made my balls turn bright blue.”

Odette seemed piqued. “Did you find her attractive?”

“Yes and no.”

“Explain,
s'il vous plait.
”

Bryan hesitated. It didn't seem possible that a CEO of an international unmentionables business could get her own undies in a twist over something like that, but by the expression on her face, he guessed that she was.

“Um, you invited me to look on, Odette. Let's keep that in mind.”

“Are you saying that I am responsible for you being attracted to Grischenka?”

“I didn't say I was attracted to her, did I?”

“No, but—”

Bryan blew out an exasperated breath. This discussion was likely to turn into a pointless fight and he was hungry. “Grischenka is nine feet tall, spooky-looking, probably not very bright, and she has no ass.”

“You must have liked something about her.”

“That is a trick question.”

Odette sniffed. “You can answer it all the same.”

“She had perfect tits. Maybe too perfect, but—”

“I knew it!” Odette crowed. “So you think they were nicer than mine? You are a pig!” She made a Gallic gesture that he had to assume meant something like
go fuck yourself
or
jump in the Seine
or both.

“Once again, I didn't say that. And I plead not guilty to the pig part of the accusation. I answered your question honestly and like a man.”

“Hmf.” She sulked but Bryan did detect a slight softening in her tone. “Very well, man,” she said at last. “Perhaps we should not quarrel, eh?”

He relaxed. Just a little.

“It isn't going to get us anywhere, Odette.”

She screwed up her mouth as she deliberated that reasonable question. “I suppose not.”

“Then can we eat?”

“
Bien sûr.
” She headed into the kitchen, and clattered around. Wonderful smells soon emanated from the region as Bryan headed for the relative safety of the sofa.

She probably needed to eat too. With a good dinner rounding her flat belly a little and a glass of wine, he would rub her feet and get the rest of the story out of her.

Eventually she came back out with steaming bowls of chicken. New potatoes and other small vegetables kept it company.

Bryan sniffed appreciatively. “Smells great.”

“It is nothing special,” she said. “
Coq au vin
. And speaking of
vin
, you may uncork the bottle on the table.”

He jumped up with alacrity and did the honors. “Are you sure we can manage eating that on the sofa? We could light some candles and eat here.” He found two wineglasses and filled them, setting them on the table.

“How romantic,” she said flatly.

“Yeah. It is romantic. Are you crabby because you had to cook?”

Odette tried to hide a guilty smile. “I wish I could make that excuse. But this is from Bonne Femme. Peasant cooking without the peasant.”

“Is that their slogan?”

“Yes.” Odette brought the two bowls over to the table. “All right. We can eat here.”

“You still get a foot rub.”

She nodded, looking pleased as she slid into her seat.

“Got any bread?” he asked.

“You are turning into a Frenchman,” she remarked. “In the kitchen. There is a half a baguette. It is a little stale but will be good in the broth.”

He found it and tore off chunks for both of them on his way back. She tore hers into smaller pieces and floated them in her soup, and he did the same.

“Okay, no more talking. Bad for the digestion.”