Nights In Black Lace (5 page)

He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head, looking into her eyes again. His were blazing with desire. He pushed her back a little on the sofa, then worked his jeans down over his hips. The briefs came with them.

And there it was.

The biggest, thickest cock she'd ever seen, jutting out of dark curls at its base, moving in a way he couldn't really control. Toward her.

Odette's lips parted at the sight.

Bryan Bachman, his jeans halfway down his beautifully muscled thighs, would stumble if he took one step. Which he meant he was rooted to the spot.

He grabbed at the top of his jeans, eager to finish the struggle of getting out of them, but her stilling hand intervened.

“Stop,” she said. “Just as you like me half-undressed, I like you the same way. Jeans pulled down like that are very provocative. A male ass suddenly revealed is beautiful.”

“You haven't seen that,” he said, keeping his hands where they were.

“Turn around,” was her reply. “Show off.”

“Okay, this is gay. But whatever.”

“No, it isn't,” she whispered when he indulged her whim. Odette reached out to caress his fine, hard, bare ass. It was completely smooth and tanned all over.

He relaxed, beginning to enjoy himself. “Yeah, I swim naked,” he said in response to a question she hadn't thought to ask. Then she remembered that Americans generally didn't. “I like to be in wild places, remember? No one around to be shocked.”

“Ah, what a pleasure it would be to see you naked in the woods,” she murmured. She ran her hands over the hollows at the sides of his buttocks. He trembled like a horse, his hard haunches apart despite the jeans that bunched around them. “Push them lower,” she instructed, wanting him to reveal himself.

“Not tired of the view? I can go panoramic,” he said. He twisted and looked at her over his shoulder. That deep-carved dimple flashed in his cheek.

Which would bring that magnificent cock directly opposite her lips at some point. The temptation to suck it would be too strong to resist. No, she would play with him this way for a little while.

“In a moment,” she replied, catching his amused gaze. “Bend over first. Just as you are.”

He snorted but he didn't turn around. “Now that really is gay.”

“It is sexy to see a man from behind,” she insisted. “The balls on display, the cock out in front—the gay men know a few things.”

“No surprises,” he muttered as he bent, bracing his hands on his knees. He adjusted the pushed-down denims, which were tangled with his briefs.

“Look but don't touch?” she asked.

“You can touch. Just leave the hole alone. I can play with yours. You can't play with mine.”

“Silly. I had no intention of it.” Still, she looked. It was tight and small and clean. His willingness to take such a vulnerable pose pleased her. Odette insinuated her hand between his thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh at the insides and top. He sighed with pleasure. She could see his balls tighten.

They were next.

She cupped them and his whole body tensed. How heavy they were in her hand, hot from their confinement in his jeans.

Her wriggling in his lap had excited him deeply. He would come hard for her, shooting jets of come upon her willing flesh if she asked for it, she was sure of it.

Odette reached further, stroking his cock from the root to just under the tip. There had to be a drop of pre-come trembling on the head, hot and thick. Too thick to fall until he turned around and she could lick it up as daintily as she'd licked her juice from his palm.

Bryan gave a growl as he stood up and turned around. “Enough. The rest of me is getting lonely.”

Odette rested her hands over his as he pushed the jeans down to his knees. She sat back as he stepped out of them.

“Naked at last. But you stay the way you are. The lingerie is great. Is that from the company you work for?”

“No.” She didn't always wear her own designs, fortunately for her tonight. He wouldn't be finding an Oh! Oh! Odette label when he took it all off.

“Whatever. I don't care. I love black lace.” His hands on his hips, his cock proud and out, he looked down at it. “Yeah. A lot.”

“Good. I can see that.” And she saw the drop of come she'd anticipated. Odette reached out a finger and took it off, showing him the glistening moisture on her fingertip before she popped it into her mouth, savoring it. “You are delicious.”

He took a couple of steps closer. “Lie back. Lift your legs. Show off your pussy. I didn't really get a chance to see it.”

Odette reclined lazily, lifting her legs and spreading them as wide as she could. The thong was on crooked, but that would give him a better view fo the feminine flesh he'd treated so tenderly.

He kneeled in front of her and pushed it farther to the side. It drifted back. He took the straps and snapped them, then tossed it aside.

“Bit by bit,” he murmured. His head came down as his mouth took her clit. He sucked like a master, pulsing his lips in time with her pulse. The erotic sensation was incredible.

He moved down in a few minutes, telling her again that he didn't want her to come yet.

Odette moaned her acquiescence. On her back, she didn't feel like giving orders. She was more than ready to have him take charge. Except that…she would enjoy oral even more if her own mouth were filled, if his strong thighs trapped her head while he pressed his balls to her mouth.

She could take at least one at a time, lapping it with her tongue, then the other. If he would let her control the downward thrust of his cock by encircling it with her fingers, she could take that too.

“Please,” she begged, “
soixante-neuf.
”

“Sixty-nine?”

“
Oui.
Come over me. I want to suck cock.”

He didn't argue, they assumed the position, and Odette felt waves of very powerful arousal begin deep inside her.

Penetrated by his strong tongue, she returned the favor by sucking hard on his cock, taking as much of it as she could. Her encircling fingers were slick from her mouth, giving him a channel to slide in and out of that was so wet and tight, he moaned.

She didn't care what he'd said. Naughty conversations with Marc had taught her that most men enjoyed a little anal play, especially with oral sex.

She wetted a finger quickly and slid it into the tight, clean hole before he could protest.

She felt his indrawn breath against her intimate flesh before he yielded and let his anus be gently probed while she sucked him.

Odette felt the hole he'd guarded open to her without a word of protest or acceptance from him. She realized that she was probably the first woman who'd been bold enough to try.

It was the first time she had done such a thing. It was an added fillip of pleasure for him, a subtle reminder that taking meant giving.

In the world of fashion, gay men often kissed and fondled each other publicly, clothed, of course, but not shy about showing their appreciation for male bodies. She'd wondered about this aspect of it and had asked Marc.

Now, feeling naughty indeed and excited by the pleasure she'd added to for him, she withdrew her finger. She could not imagine so small a hole being violated by the cock of a male lover. No, a feminine finger was all he could handle.

For now, she wanted his cock in her mouth again. His tongue was still working her pussy with consummate skill, getting her extremely wet. Following her example, he slid a slick finger into her anus.

Odette moaned with pleasure around his cock. The gentle double penetration was stimulating her to the max.

But he was clever enough to avoid any pressure on her clitoris. She could not come. They rocked on the sofa, their heads between each other's legs, taking and giving hot oral sex, plus that little bit more for her in the ass.

Her lips stretched by the thickness of his gently thrusting shaft, she could not imagine
that
in her behind. His finger was thick enough.

He had it in nearly all the way, gliding and sliding with her natural lube. Odette clasped her stockinged legs around his back, a move that pushed her pussy up.

His finger went in her asshole to the last knuckle. He pulled his face up and stopped tongue-fucking her.

She knew he was watching his finger penetrate her behind, knew he was enjoying the moaning pleasure she was getting.

In and out. In and out.

His cock completely filled her mouth, and his balls pressed on her face as he tenderly fingerfucked her anus.

Odette cried out, experiencing an orgasm she hadn't expected. He slowly withdrew his finger from her quivering behind and wiped his wet mouth on the inside of her thigh, before he lifted his head and got up the rest of the way.

Her nerveless fingers let go of his rock-hard cock. It was slick and gleaming as he stood by the sofa, looking down at her.

“I didn't know I could come that way,” she gasped.

“Happens,” he grinned.

Odette rolled back and forth, savoring the last waves of erotic sensation. “Never before. Not like that.”

“There's more to come, Odette.”

She struggled to sit up. Her freed breasts bounced over the cami top, and the black lace bra was poking her. “I want to be naked.”

“How about almost? The stockings and the garters make me hot. Lose the stuff on top. But not those.”

“
Bien.
Help me, please.”

He bent over and unhooked the bra, removing it with the cami in a tangled, sweat-soaked mess of black. That joined the rest of the clothes on the floor
. “Où est la salle de bain, s'il vous plait
?”

She giggled at his guidebook French, and pointed.

“I'm coming back with hot towels,” he said as he headed that way. “One for you and one for me.”

Odette lay back again to rest as she heard the water running. A trace of fragrant steam wafted out, tickling her nose. And then she heard the sound of the bidet. She figured he was discreetly washing his asshole.

He reappeared, looking like a personal trainer—a naked personal trainer—carrying a short stack of dry towels, with two twisted wet towels balanced on top, and a twisted washcloth.

Without ceremony, he sat down next to her and mopped her muff. Odette laughed with pleasure. The hot, wet towel felt incredibly good and she hadn't even been fucked yet.

He grabbed her ankles and did her rear end as if she was a baby. Then he whipped a dry towel under her before he set her back down. Odette took the wet one and cleaned the finger that had gone where no woman dared to go before. Not that he wasn't clean to begin with there.

He blushed and she really laughed, handing him the towel to roll up in a dry one. “Got you,
chéri.
”

“I got you back,” he muttered. “So hah.” He took the wet washcloth and patted the sex sweat and the last traces of her make-up from her face, taking his time. “Think you could get used to being babied?”

“Ah, it is delicious. Now what?” She cast a meaningful look at his erection, which showed no signs of going down.

He pushed all the towels onto the floor. “I hope you have a housekeeper.”

“I do.”

He stood up and bent down again in a second to scoop Odette up into his arms. “I hope she doesn't like to get an early start. What the hell time is it, anyway?”

“Around three, I think.” She squinted at an antique clock. “That clock is never right.”

“The night is young.” He kissed her on the nose and she kicked her feet. “To the bedroom.”

Odette got busy kissing his shoulders and his chest, loving the feeling of being cradled in such strong arms. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. It was a good thing the hallway was long. She didn't kick, avoiding the paintings on the walls. A few were flea market finds, a few were worth a great deal. She treasured them all.

He didn't even look at them, just stopped at the open door of her bedroom before entering, and setting her down as if he were Prince Charming himself.

That is, if Prince Charming had been crossed with a handsome young satyr with a massive, swaying erection.

Odette stretched languorously on her bed, inviting him with her body to join her there.

In another moment, he did. Bryan didn't hold back, pressing the length of his body to hers, kissing her wildly.

His strength was more evident in this more natural position, where he could move as he wished.

One muscular thigh forced hers to open and his cock pushed urgently against the softness of her belly. The come he'd held back leaked a little from the head, smearing sensual heat into her skin and sticking them together for a little while in a place or two.