La Promesse (The Promise) (2 page)

Y
ou are
awake by the time I get out of the shower and dry my hair. You complain - loudly - when I begin to dress. I would be content to spend your entire visit there in the bed with you, but you didn't travel three thousand miles just for that. Or did you?

"I would love to see your city,
cherie
."

And I’d love to show it to you. We decide to grab a bite to eat at a local Afghani restaurant. You surprise me with your knowledge of Middle Eastern cuisine. I surprise you by ordering a side of hot sauce. You didn't know I liked it spicy.

"I learn more about you every moment."

Your smile is devastating.

Dinner is delicious and our conversation floats on hushed voices across the close confines of our little nook. Perhaps the aura surrounding us, the way we need to touch at all times, has led the maitre’d to usher us into this intimate corner. Whatever his reasoning, I am grateful. You look so sexy in the low light. The smoke of a nearby hookah curls around the soft tendrils of your hair, caressing where I cannot. Neither of us can stop staring.

After a small, playful disagreement, you allow me to pay for dinner. I can tell by the look in your eye that I can expect to be pampered for the rest of the night, if not longer. You are gracious, though. You realize how much the little things mean to me, like being able to treat you to a meal in my city. A city that will soon belong to both of us.

Stepping out from the cozy little eatery into the hustle and bustle of the local nightlife brings a twinkle to your eye. I watch, amused and amazed, as your beautiful eyes drink in everything that unfolds before you. People of all ages, creeds, colors and in various states of dress parade the sidewalks. Cafes spill their clientele into cobblestone streets that usher expensive cars to expensive bars. You laugh at a gaggle of young girls trying to traverse the uneven terrain in their stiletto heels. I inform you that it is a local pastime, to watch these suburban gazelles; one that is especially amusing in the wintertime when the ground is icy. I flash a wicked smile at your surprised expression.

“You have an evil streak! I love it.”

Arm in arm we stroll along, letting the current of our mood take us wherever it wants to. We end up in front of one of the older rock clubs where some promising sounds greet us through the open door. Silently, we agree that this is worth checking out. You laugh when the bouncer asks me for ID. I have to smile at his reaction and then blush as he winks at you.

You’ve been touching me all evening, small brushes of your fingertips. Breathy kisses against my neck. Your hands firmly guide me around any perceived danger. Always looking out for me. Always aware. Even in the tightly packed club, I feel your presence grow ten times as we press toward the stage. I feel your protectiveness around me like a shield and it warms me. I squeeze your hand as it rests on my hip. Unable to resist, I turn and kiss you quickly, noticing the looks from some of the other patrons. Envious of me, I’m sure.

The band, having ended the song that drew us in, surges into a new tune. The beat pulsates and my body moves instinctively. You are not a dancer, but I sense your movement behind me; your rhythm mimicking my own. I press my ass back into you as your arms slip around my waist. As loud as the music is, I hear you moan and know that your eyes are on my neck; your lips itching to land there. You make me bold.

I wiggle into you a bit more before catching the eye of a guy next to us that is also enjoying the show I’m putting on for you. He smiles and glances nervously over my shoulder to you. You don’t notice. I wink at him, falsely promising to play. Evil indeed.

He turns his attention away from the band just as yours is drawn to the guitarist. Slipping away from you a little, I start dancing with him, swinging my hips and raising my arms above my head. Closing my eyes, I can feel your gaze upon me as this man draws nearer, daring to grasp my hips and pull me in. I allow it, only to turn my back to him and fix my eyes in yours.

Now, the two of us perform for you. He whispers in my ear, but it is your voice I hear.

You’re hot. Man. So hot. Love your ass.

Your expression is dark. Hungry. I can see the outline of your cock straining against your jeans, just as I feel his pressing into my backside. The graze of his hand on my breast brings me out of my reverie and I dance away from him, turning to explain that my ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t happy with the show. He pouts, but smiles and gives you a salute. I don’t know what you do in return since I cannot see your face, but his smile wilts and he recoils back into the crowd.

Immediately, I feel you pulling me away from the front of the stage. I bounce from body to body as you pull me along. Your grip is strong around my wrist and I begin to wonder if maybe I’d gone a little too far. But then you stop and take me by the shoulders, pushing me against a nearby wall, pinning me there. I search your eyes, in an attempt to discern your mood. They are locked on my mouth.

To call it a kiss would be a disservice. You don’t kiss me, you devour me. One hand in my hair, the other on my ass, my breath is short. My head is spinning as your tongue establishes its dominance over my senses. I have no idea where we are, only that I am spiraling out of control. I am only dimly aware of others standing next to us and the sounds of the band and the crowd. All I really know is you. Every other sight, smell, and sound fades away.

You stop abruptly, your eyes are wild. You look me over as if you don’t know what to do next. “
Baises moi
,” you whisper.
Fuck me.

Our gazes lock. I know my expression mirrors yours - the glassy eyes, the swollen lips, the heaving chest, the shaking. We need to leave.

I take your hand, squeezing it for reassurance, lead us out of the club and back into the night. We don’t speak until we get back into our room, behind the locked door. And not even then.

We come together slowly. Things have changed. The kisses are tentative, uncertain. We fumble with buttons and zippers. The first contact of your fingers on my skin causes a sharp intake of breath. You stop moving and we stare. You kiss me, long and deep. So deeply that I feel weak afterward. Your arms engulf me and you hold me close. Tightly pressing my body to yours, molding us together. I inhale and you exhale.

I feel you peppering kisses along my collarbone and I do the same. We move towards the bed and fall onto it in a heap, not letting go. Your kisses travel down my body, over and across each breast. My nipples become almost painfully erect under your tongue. You lavish each one with so much attention, while I trail my fingers across your back, neck and shoulders.

You settle your chest between my legs and continue to kiss down my stomach, stopping when you reach the waistband of my panties. You rest your forehead on my tummy and wrap your arms around my back. I run my fingers through your hair and massage your shoulders. I feel your cock pulsing against my lower leg, but you don’t move. I wonder what you are thinking, and why you have stopped.

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you before, ma cherie.”

Likewise.

“J'ai envie de toi désespérément,” you exhale hotly. “I’m so close to losing control with you, cherie.”

You trail your fingertips up my spine and it arches. I can’t stop the moans. Again, I feel your lips against my skin and the combination of that and your piano touches along my back has my juices flowing freely. You slide down to nuzzle the curve of my mons with your nose and, inhaling deeply, you chuckle.

“So hungry for me.”

I am! I am. You slip my underwear over my hips, down my legs and off. Once again I am laid out before you. Naked, and in more ways than one. You place a gentle kiss on my quivering lips and lap at the juices collected there, but you don’t stay long. Before I have a chance to protest, you are once again above me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around you and you slip inside me in one long stroke.

Your eyes close and I can tell that you are straining, trying to maintain that control. How is it that I can do this to you? How did I get so lucky? You smile into my eyes and lower your head for a kiss. I taste myself on your tongue and we both moan.

“Oui, c’est bon…”

Yes, so good. Slowly and steadily you slide in and out of me, but the need is too great for us both to keep such a leisurely pace. Strokes turn into thrusts. Thrusting gives way to slamming and soon you are pounding into me deliciously. The sounds of our moans and cries echo throughout the room and beyond, but we don’t care.

You swell inside me, the mushroom head of your cock hitting my sweet spot over and over. Over and over. I feel the precipice fast approaching. And I know you are close. You catch my eye and I take your face into my hands, meeting your lips with a kiss.

I wrap my arms around your back, silently asking for your full weight on me, adding more pressure to your already deep thrusts. You grunt loudly and I echo with my own cries. We are coming together. Becoming. I whisper into your ear, sweet somethings.

You explode, filling me to overflowing as I squeeze and pulsate around you with my own orgasm. Our bodies are convulsing in unison, a perfectly synchronized dance. Hearts pounding in our chests as we struggle for regular breaths. Struggle to stop the world from spinning.

As we float back down, we caress with soft touches and softer words. I feel you stir inside me as we lay joined. I’m closer to you than I have ever been to another. I don’t want it to end. As if reading my mind, your cock grows to its full and amazing length within me. I shimmer, burst into stardust around you and you smile.

“The night is young,” you promise.

That it is.

“
I
'm sorry
.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it is a welcome respite from the deafening silence.

I’m the one who’s sorry. It had been my choice to go to the Black Orchid, a private underground sex club, just to see what it was like. Well, I’m not sorry about you slipping into the shower with me as we prepared to go. I can still feel the cold tile against my back as you held me fast against the wall, sliding your cock between my soapy thighs. Teasing me mercilessly.

Nor am I sorry for asking you to help me with my corset, something I’d had to do twice over the course of an hour-long session that I can still feel in my knees.

“Dressed like that, I’ll have to play bodyguard for you all night, darling. Every man there, and some of the women, will want nothing more than to fuck you.”

My cheeks had turned red at your blunt words.

The club proved to be thrilling, at first. We were both dressed to kill and heads turned as we strolled through the venue, making eye contact with everyone we passed to gain the lay of the land. By the time we’d reached the bar, we could feel all eyes upon us. The attention stroked my skin like a lover’s caress. You were affected too, I think. We were both buzzing from the collective state of arousal from everyone there.

We’d taken our drinks to a seat in the corner of the main room, wide, thick and covered in the softest velvet. Truly decadent.

Perched there, we could see all of the action. Couples, threesomes and more…all engaged in various levels of exchanging sexual power.

There had been a woman reclined on a chaise while three or four men, and another woman, surrounded her and ran their hands all over her body. She was voluptuous and clearly drunk on their attentions, languishing under the mouths suckling her nipples. The hands that ran up her bare thighs.

Your skin was hot as you put your arm around me, pulling me to you.

The air had been charged and I’d felt your hand tighten on my hip. I could feel the racing of your heart through the tips of your fingers, matching my own.

“Feel that?”

Oh yes, I had.

You slid from our chair and knelt in front of me, moving my legs slightly apart. I’d hesitated at first, still apprehensive about being in public, but you pulled my face in for a kiss and all else disappeared. You placed your hands on my waist and urged me forward on the chair, easing my legs further apart and sliding your hand up my fishnet stockings and towards my center. Your kisses had traveled down my neck to that secret, sensitive spot. My eyes closed tightly and my head dropped back as I became lost in you. I am always lost in you.

And then I felt a hand on my back, knowing that yours were on my hips. A finger traced my spine and a wave coursed through me, escaping as a moan from my mouth. There were lips on my shoulder as yours were on my neck. Other lips moved to my mouth and suddenly I was locked in a kiss.

A hand slipped into my hair and cradled my head, directing me more towards the owner of those mysterious lips. Your fingers played between my legs. In my mind, I could see the woman on the chaise, surrendering to the attentions of all of those people. I wanted to be her.

I moaned softly when I felt the mouth blaze a moist trail from my lips to my cheek, then down to the soft flesh of my throat. Fingers brushed the tops of my breasts, which spilled out of my leather corset. I heard deep moans, unmistakably male, and I struggled to open my eyes. I was lowered onto my back and all around me were legs, arms, unfamiliar faces. All over me, foreign hands. You were nowhere to be seen.

But the lips that had kissed me so intensely presented themselves again. The owner brought my focus to him and suddenly I was staring into two intense, brown eyes. I recognized the look in them and knew that I was in danger of being consumed. He kissed me lightly, eyes open and watching for my reaction. Over and over as his hands kneaded my shoulders, caressed my neck. He mesmerized me with his movements and his touch. I was only dimly aware of the woman kneeling between my legs, her lips peppering my thighs with soft kisses.

"You're beautiful," husky with arousal, his voice caressed my ear. "I’ve been watching you ever since you and your partner first walked in the door. I knew I had to have you."

His hands moved up my arms, caressing them, then cupped the ample mounds of my breasts, squeezing them firmly through the leather. I wanted to respond but my voice was caught in my throat as the woman between my thighs ventured further north.

And then I saw you, standing in the shadows watching me. Or no, not me. Watching the people hovering over me, particularly the man with the brown eyes. Even from that distance, I could see your expression darken.

I tensed as he continued to touch me, my eyes locked on you. He lowered his head and began kissing the sensitive skin at the top of my breasts, trailing his tongue lightly over the curves as his fingers found one distended nipple. He pinched it briefly and I gasped, my eyes closing involuntarily.

Suddenly, there was a void. He was gone and it took me a few moments to come to my senses. I opened my eyes, and you were standing over me, your face red, your breathing labored and your eyes…

I feared you and wanted you all at once. I also scanned carefully around me to find him, the other one. You moved closer, stepping into me. I felt your hand take hold of my waist as you lifted me to my feet and lowered your mouth to my ear.

“Let’s go.”

I didn’t want to. I turned to you and raised an eyebrow, defiant. Your eyes narrowed and I could see your ire rising.

“Now.”

You grabbed my arm and I began to protest, but you wouldn’t hear me. You pulled me towards the door and I looked back to see Brown Eyes watching me with mild amusement. He tipped his head to me and smiled as we disappeared through the exit.

The car ride home had been eerily silent. I’d expected you to yell or mutter…anything but the silence. As soon as we got in the door, you grabbed me. I felt my back hit the wall while even as your mouth came down upon mine in a desperate kiss. My lips stung as you bit and licked them, your fingers digging into my sides.

You pulled back and yanked on the lacing at the front of my corset, stealing kisses whenever you pleased. It was all I could do to remain standing. You deftly twisted the leather open and tugged the fabric aside, revealing my breasts.

I whimpered, the pleasure coiling to strike as you flicked your tongue over my nipple. Rapidly, at first, back and forth over the sensitive peak before you pulled it deep into your mouth, eliciting a moan from my throat.

Just as suddenly, you released my breast and kissed a rough path over to the other one, inflicting the same delicious torture. I’d never encountered this side of you before. I didn’t know whether to be frightened or turned on, but my body knew.

I slid my fingers into your hair and kept you close, unable to get enough. But you pulled away. You didn’t want me to be in control in any way, shape or form. Your eyes were glassy as they looked me over. You locked them on mine and I felt your fingers on my hips. You guided me backward down the hall, into the living room. My ass hit the couch before you spun me around and shoved me over at the waist. I grabbed the back of the sofa to keep from falling.

I felt you ripping through my stockings. I moaned aloud when I heard your zipper. I thought I knew what was coming. But you lifted my hips and tore my fishnets down roughly, stripping them completely off. You pulled me up onto my toes and pushed my legs wide, before dropping to your knees and placing your face between my thighs.

I felt your tongue slide roughly up and down the fold of my labia. When you found my clit, I cried out some unintelligible nonsense and raised my hips, offering myself totally. You responded by shoving your tongue inside me and moving it all around, searching for what, I didn’t know. I was panting and moaning, needing relief from the pressure beginning to build. But you stood up abruptly, leaving me in delicious distress.

“Did he turn you on?”

Chestnut Eyes. Wicked smile. I nodded and felt your hand grip my hair, wrapping it around your tightening fist.

“More than me?”

I wanted to shake my head, but your hold tightened as you pulled me back for a rough kiss, sliding your tongue into my mouth and searching for mine. I didn't hesitate but and brought my tongue into the fray, meeting yours and tasting myself there.

You moved your hands to my breasts, fondling them and tugging at the tips, rubbing them between your thumb and forefinger. I felt you reach down with one hand and guide your cock inside me, burying it to the base with one hard thrust.

“
Mon dieu
...so tight...so wet,
cherie
.”

You pumped your hips fast and hard and I was helpless to do anything other than hold on, my fingers clutching at the furniture. You slid one arm around my waist, helping me stay in position.

“Didn’t like it,” you grunted between thrusts.

I knew. I felt it.

“You enjoyed it, little minx.”

I had.

Anger colored your voice. Somehow, through the haze of my own need, I realized we were settling our first argument through the demands of our flesh. I didn’t want to win. I surrendered as best I could, riding out wave after wave of agonizing pleasure.

In a move too seamless and smooth to be premeditated, you pulled out, flipped me over and plunged back inside. The sound emanating from your throat was primal. Wild.

“I could fuck you into unconsciousness.”

You nipped at my breast and I wanted to pull away, the crude words jarring me for some reason. Is that what we'd been doing during our time together? Fucking?

You slowed down and studied my face, the look in my eyes – whatever it was - tempered your anger.

Had I hurt your ego? Your pride? Did you really think another man could replace you? Since the night I met you, there had been no one else.

Brown Eyes wanted to fuck me but I didn’t want you to fuck me. Not you. Not like this.

Your mouth softened, losing its hard line. “What I should say is that I could keep making love to you over and over again until your lovely body is so thoroughly sated with pleasure that you can't move even an inch from my side.”

Gooseflesh pebbled my skin. Your expression was so earnest, so captivating, I held my breath, teetering on the edge of hope. Were you as affected? Could you be?

“You would know that no one else could do that for you. You would know that it pains me to think of anyone else even trying, my sweet girl.”

I stared into your eyes, hypnotized by your words, by the music of your voice. Where had you been hiding all my life?

You smiled. “I know what you're thinking.”

Oh?

“
Oui
.”

You slid a finger down my cheek and moved slowly within me. Dragging me in and out of heaven.

“You're wondering from whence this green-eyed monster has appeared. After all, I’ve said before that it would be alright if you met someone else.”

Your movements slowed even further, but your strokes remained deep, your eyes intense.

“I was wrong.”

My mind buzzed with pleasure and possibility as you brushed aside my hair and buried your face in my neck.

“God, you smell wonderful.”

I moaned weakly, raising one hand and slipping it behind your neck.

That's…that's just... My voice trailed off. My mind spun off its axis.

“Just what?” You asked, as your hands began to tug on my hips, making the penetration even deeper.

I tried to clear my head, grasping onto the lapels of your leather jacket. The combination of your scent with that of the supple lambskin making me dizzy.

I love it. Love you in it. Love you.

I was coming. Violently, and all around you. My unraveling so swift and intense, it caught us both by surprise. You moved your hips faster and faster, your eyes getting wider and wider as your own crest threatened to break. I willed you to do it, to flood me with your release. You kissed me and we tumbled over onto the sofa cushions, you still inside.

I watched your face, wanting to witness the inevitable awe.

Now we lay here in comfortable silence, our breathing even and matched. Our hearts in sync. I could stay like this forever.

“I’m sorry for the macho bullshit, but you were amazing.”

You were jealous and I am unreasonably thrilled by it.

“That was an incredible turn-on.”

You lean into me and the kiss lasts minutes. Hours. Days.

Maybe neither of us is truly sorry after all.