The Domville 7 (The Domville #7) (5 page)

‘I come to clean your room, I get in your way, non?’ she
asked, batting her long dark lashes as she slinked over.

‘Clean away,’ I chuckled, one hand still on my now stiff
cock, the other reaching for my beer as I settled back into my chair. She wanted
rough, she was going to get rough, but first I was going to enjoy the show. My
woman was so fucking incredible. Deciding why I hadn’t slid that ring on her
finger could wait. She walked past me, trailing her black duster around my neck
and then down my chest as her eyes sparkled with mischief.

‘Where should I start, Monsieur?’

‘I think the mirror above the mantelpiece needs doing
first, then you might need to get on your hands and knees to do the hearth,’ I
suggested. Anything to see that hot arse of hers. She nodded with a knowing
smile and sashayed her way to the fireplace, her back to me as she reached up
to sweep the duster over the top of the mirror slowly. I took a deep breath
before another swig of beer as her dress rose up and showed off a hint of her
perfectly formed fleshy cheeks, separated by a thin piece of black lace. I
loved her backside almost as much as I loved her. I was going to fuck it
tonight. She didn’t let me do it often. Much as she loved it, she said that
sometimes it hurt her as my cock was too big, but I’d come prepared this time
with plenty of lube. If I was in a tender mood, I loved being on top, looking
down at her face as she came. But when I was in this sort of mood, wanting
aggressive and primal sex, taking her vigorously from behind was my favourite,
and anal would just be the icing on the cake.

‘Very dirty,’ she purred, casting a coy look over her
shoulder at me.

‘Just like me,’ I replied with a wink. ‘I think you’ll
find the hearth is even dirtier.’

She nodded and braced one hand on the solid sandstone
fire surround and bent over from the waist to sweep her duster along the black
granite hearth. Her skirt rose up, completely exposing her backside, dented by
the suspenders running across it down to her stockings. I could feel my blood
boiling in my veins. Much as I loved her big breasts, which were probably
tumbling out of that corset right now, I’d always been an arse man. She parted
her legs, widening her stance as she bent over even further, the black lace of
her v-string cutting into her swollen wet flesh with her hot pink outer lips
just visible on each side. I sat up a little straighter as I knocked back some
more beer. I was going to rip those knickers off her and suck off the moisture
that had saturated them. She had the sweetest-tasting pussy I’d ever tried. I
could feast on it for hours, but, sadly, her self-control was as pitiful as
mine. She came within minutes of me burying my face between her thighs,
shortening my enjoyment.

‘It looks good now, non?’ she called.

‘Very good from where I’m looking,’ I confirmed, trying
to decide if I’d take her from behind, bent over like that, or if I wanted her
on all fours. I put down my beer and stood up. All fours was probably best. I
was going to fuck her so hard, she’d need to steady herself. ‘Maybe I’d better
come and inspect a little closer.’ I grabbed the small bottle of lube off the
table as I made short work of the distance between us. Biting my lower lip to
stifle my groan at seeing her like this, I surprised her with a stinging slap
to one of her cheeks. The sight of her flesh wobbling as it turned pink made my
cock flex in my boxers.

‘Monsieur, how dare you!’ she hissed, flinging a mock
scowl over her shoulder.

‘You missed a spot, do it again,’ I ordered. She wiggled her
bottom from side to side, pretending to clean the hearth again.

‘It is good now?’

‘No,’ I replied, smacking her again and making her hiss
with delight. ‘And given how much money I spent on this suite, I’m going to
punish you for letting The Domville’s standards slide.’

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ she teased, then gasped as I slipped
my fingers under the material hiding her pussy from my sight and pulled, hard.
They ripped straight off her and I held them up to my face, breathing in the
unique and intoxicating scent of her need for me, sucking the dampest section
of the lace into my mouth. I groaned as her flavour saturated my mouth. ‘This
is outrageous, I will call security!’

‘You’ll do no such thing if you want to keep your job,’ I
hissed, pulling her knickers from my mouth. ‘Get on your hands and knees.’

‘This is unacceptable,’ she cried as I put a hand in the
small of her back and forced her down to the carpet, then pulled down my boxers
and stepped out of them. ‘I’ll scream if you touch me.’

‘Think again,’ I grinned as I deftly gagged her with her
shredded knickers and knotted them tightly behind her head. She looked back at
me, lust flaring in her eyes. She’d asked for rough and she was going to get
it, and knowing my Nadja, no amount of soundproofing was going to muffle her
screams of pleasure. I kneeled down and bent over her, reaching under her to
drag her corset down and free her breasts, then pinched each of her nipples
hard. The muffled sound of her delighted scream of pleasure made me smile.
‘Don’t worry, I’m going to warm up your tight little French arsehole before I
fuck it.’

I heard her trying to mumble my name, her eyes widening
in slight panic as she looked back at me. I gave her a reassuring nod. I’d
never intentionally hurt her, we’d role-played enough with a gag for her to
know that if she pinched me, it was her signal to stop, but she was always
extra nervous when it came to me fucking her backside. I grabbed her knees and
pulled them further apart, opening her up for me, her throbbing pussy glistening
with need. I lay on the soft carpet, prising her cheeks even further apart as I
attacked her clit with my lips and tongue. Another orgasm would relax her, make
her more amenable to my invasion. She was so aroused, she was leaking faster
than I could lap her up. Her thighs started trembling as she thrust her hips
back, pushing herself harder against my face, asking for more. I started to
fuck her with my tongue as my right hand reached for the bottle of lube and
depressed the top with my palm, dispensing a load onto my fingers. I quickly
reached up for her backside and traced my way down her crack to her hole,
softly stroking. She flowered open for me, letting me push first one, then two
fingers inside her as my tongue continued to plough into her, building her
higher and higher. The squeals and moans told me she wasn’t far from coming.
She always loved a small butt plug or finger up her arse, as did I when she
returned the favour, but my cock was a whole other issue.

‘Damn it, babe,’ I mumbled against her hot flesh. ‘You’re
so fucking wet. Take me back here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll do you vaginally
while the butt plug’s in here.’ I chuckled as she detonated, shaking against my
face as her scream was muffled by the knickers in her mouth. ‘Dirty girl,’ I
added, nipping her quivering clit between my teeth. I pulled out my fingers and
sat back on my heels, grabbing the bottle of lube and smothering my turgid cock
with it. I couldn’t wait to sink into her. I stretched her again with two
fingers, then three, then carefully positioned myself as I gripped her hips. I
slid in slowly, letting out a groan of pleasure as she whined and her fingers
burrowed into the plush pile of the carpet below her. I’d learned my lesson
from last time we attempted this. I’d purchased anal lube, instead of using
normal lube on her, and it seemed to be doing the trick, as she rammed her hips
back, taking me all the way. ‘Fuck,’ I yelled. Tight as her pussy was, much as
I loved the way she milked me with it, fucking a girl’s backside just added
that extra edge, the illicit nature itself heightening my arousal.

I started pumping slowly, testing her out, then moved
faster and harder. Pretty soon I was grunting like a sumo wrestler, sweat
pouring down my back as I fucked her as hard as I ever had. Blood rushed to my
head and my eyes became unfocused as I felt her tight tunnel caressing my cock.
Vaginally, she could never take me all the way. This way though, there were no
hindrances, other than her state of mind. I figured all of that champagne, as
well as a few orgasms and the right lube, was all that had been needed, as she
was loving it this time. I gritted my teeth, fighting my urge to come as I
listened to her moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, feeling the
heat, not just from the fire, but rising between our fast-moving bodies. Shit,
I was going to come if I didn’t distract myself.
Quick, Devon, think
, I
warned myself as I closed my eyes. What the hell could I think of to put me off
coming? I chuckled as a picture of my best mate Bugsy’s face came to mind.
Yep,
Devon, that’ll do it
, I thought as my need to come started to ease. When I
was focussed on giving Nadja pleasure, I could last for ages, but tonight I
seemed off my game. I felt oddly selfish, wanting to get my own pleasure on my
own timetable, but I didn’t want to ruin the luxury of fucking her like this by
blowing my load too soon.

Good old Bugsy, being kind of present with us now was as
close as he was ever going to get to a threesome with Nadja and I. Friends and
threesomes should never mix. I’d tried it once, and of course the girl ended up
wanting me more than she did my mate she was seeing at the time. I’d learned my
lesson the hard way to keep things casual when there was more than one party
involved. The thought of seeing another guy fucking Nadja, though, was a
fantasy I’d always harboured. Me in control, barking out directions, her with
her eyes on me the whole time. It was a shame Todd was fucking gay, as he was
just her type. A good-looking blond, fit and toned. Christ, I could hardly
believe Perry was letting Todd suck him off. Then again, maybe a blow job from
a guy was better. I mean, they knew exactly where to linger the longest for
sensation, what sort of pressure to apply. It had to be like women going down
on each other, who knew a pussy better than a woman? Good as Nadja was, maybe
Todd would be even better. I mean, he had to be good if Perry kept going back
for more, if he was risking his marriage for it, and thinking about going all
the way.

I loved Nadja playing with my arse, using her fingers or
sometimes a butt plug on me. The sensation was incredible, especially if she
angled right and got my prostrate. Would a warm cock feel even better? Jesus,
talk about primal, two guys fucking was the definition of that. I scrunched up
my face as I got a visual of Todd on his knees in front of me, before moving
behind and pinning me down by my neck as he rammed into me from behind. Damn it,
I was fucking my girlfriend and wondering about whether I’d like to get fucked
by a guy. Worse still, the thought had my balls rumbling. I was going to come.
Shit!

We lay in bed, tangled in each other’s arms as we came
down from the high of another session that had been a little more tender. I
kissed her hair, frowning as I tried to unravel the tangled mess in my mind. I
hadn’t proposed and I’d got off earlier on the thought of sex with a guy. Sure,
I’d imagined blow jobs from one more than once, I reckoned most guys did, but
sex? Was I some sort of closet gay or bisexual and I’d never realised it? Was
that why I’d fucked so many girls and never got attached, because I was denying
and repressing my real feelings? Especially after what had happened to me? I
shook my head. No way, I’d never looked at a guy and thought “I’ve just got to
have you.” I could appreciate good-looking guys who’d put effort into their
bodies, but I’d never fancied one. Never had the need to
have
one, the
way I had when I first saw Nadja. Then again, I was all about the arse. What
was that telling me?

‘Ok, what’s going on with you? You seem somewhere else.’
Nadja’s voice interrupted my inappropriately roving mind.

‘What?’ I asked, tightening my grip on her body.

‘You seem out of sorts and unusually sexually aggressive.
Not that I’m complaining, it’s been some of the best sex we’ve ever had, but
it’s not like you. Is there something you’re not telling me?’

‘No,’ I replied, thinking actually, yes. I have a ring in
my jacket pocket that I didn’t give you and I thought about gay sex while I
fucked you.

‘Devon,’ she warned, lifting her head to look into my
eyes.

‘Have you ever thought about going with a woman?’ I
asked.

‘Nooooo,’ she replied in a drawn-out tone.

‘Another man?’

‘O babe, sorry to burst your bubble, but you didn’t take
my virginity. I have been with other men.’ She rolled her eyes and giggled,
making me smile.

‘I meant at the same time as with an ex.’

‘No!’ she shot back, her jovial tone suddenly leaving
her.

‘Really? I’ve been lying here thinking about fantasies,
and I kind of like the idea of seeing another guy fuck you.’

‘You are joking, right?’ She squirmed out of my grip and
sat upright as she looked down at me wide-eyed.

‘No, I’m serious.’

‘So all of a sudden I’m not enough for you? Our sex life
isn’t enough? You’re telling me that you’re not happy? Well thanks, thanks a
lot, Devon. Thank. You. Very. Much. Way to ruin a romantic weekend away,’ she
bit. Before I had a chance to react to her uncharacteristic response, or answer
her barrage of questions, she leapt out of bed with tears in her eyes and ran
to the en-suite, slamming the door shut behind her. I propped myself up on my
elbows and looked at the door in surprise as I heard the lock go, then the
sound of her bursting into tears. What the fuck had just happened?

Nadja