The Temptress (10 page)

‘Ready?’ I frowned. He leaned in and placed his
lips near my ear, the heat of his breath sending an involuntary shiver of
delight down my spine.

‘To be fucked, rough, hard, fast and
thoroughly,’ he whispered. ‘I hope that you are already wet, because I have
never been so large and hard as I am for you right now, Lulu.’ A small moan
left my lips at the thought of it and he chuckled, before wrapping his arms
around my shoulders and resting his chin on top of my new hat. I nuzzled into
his chest. I’d never felt like this, like I’d die if I didn’t have him inside
me any minute. When the lift opened, he grabbed my hand and quickly hurried me
back out into the cold, straight into the waiting Porsche, as he gave Albert an
order. The second Luc was in the car, his hand palmed my face and he started
kissing me again. I reached up with one hand to grasp his jacket collar, the
other sliding over his firm thigh, my fingers curling around it as I tried to
maintain a grip to keep our lips locked. I had no idea where we were going,
what direction we were heading in, all I cared about was the most intense
kissing I’d ever experienced. I was giddy and lightheaded, moaning into his
mouth as he claimed me.

We pulled to a standstill and he broke away too
soon. I had stars in my eyes and was unable to focus and my
knickers
,
God, my knickers were drenched with my excitement. I tried to focus as he
opened the door and grabbed my hand, pulling me out and tugging me along behind
him, through a large old metal door, then a marble lobby, herding me into a
cage lift, made from ornate, black painted iron. He clasped my face as he
kissed me again and I closed my eyes to savour it as I gripped his large upper
arms. Suddenly we were moving again, barely giving me a second to come around.
I felt drunk, completely intoxicated on his kisses. He retrieved a key from his
pocket and unlocked the white front door, grabbing my hand and pulling me
inside as he quickly shut it behind him.

I barely had time to register the large open
plan, brick lined loft apartment, before he’d stripped off his jacket and was
tearing at the belt on mine, our lips bruising each other’s again. My jacket
was thrown aside as he spun me around to face the wall, ordering me to palm it
and lift each foot in turn. I did as I was told, trying to catch my breath as
he pulled each of my boots and socks off, then reached around to undo the
button and zip on my jeans, as he bit and sucked the side of my neck. The
urgency in him, in both of us, was transparent. The moment he released me I
unbuckled my belt and ditched it, as I raced to undo the buttons on my shirt,
the sound of his heavy breathing and rustle of clothes behind me. My hat,
gloves, scarf and shirt, went the same way as the rest of my clothes, in a heap
on the floor. I wriggled my hips to free myself of my jeans as I shimmied them
down and heard a groan behind me as I kicked them off and was suddenly overcome
with embarrassment. I was standing in my underwear, in a virtual stranger’s
apartment, God only knows where. I’d never been so brazen in my life.

‘Regardez-moi, Lulu,’ he ordered, with a husky
edge to his voice. ‘Look at me, turn around.’ He said it like he expected me to
comply, but he didn’t even give me a chance, as his hands clasped my shoulders
and assisted. I gasped, he was totally naked and my
God
, if I thought he
took my breath away clothed, he’d just sucked all the air out of my lungs. His
body was perfectly sculpted, lean and muscular, broad rounded shoulders and
obvious biceps, firm high pecs and those obliques,
holy hell
, I’d never
seen a stomach like it. I barely had a chance to look any further before he
pressed me up against the wall, a groan leaving his lips as he grasped my lace
clad backside and hoisted me up it, the bricks scraping at my skin as my legs
locked around his waist. I gasped to feel his sizeable erection between my
legs, a thin piece of material the only thing between us. I knotted my fingers
in his soft hair, as I pulled his mouth to mine again, squealing as I felt him
rip my knickers to shreds. The squeal turned to a scream as seconds later he
thrust up inside me, ripping me in two.

‘Merde, you are so tight, so much better than I
dreamed about,’ he groaned against my mouth. ‘Tell me you’re ok, tell me I can
continue?’

‘Yes,’ I moaned, ‘
yes.
’ I’d never been
with anyone who filled me the way he did, length and girth. The sensation was
incredible with him just stationery inside me, but when he began to power in
and out I nearly passed out from an overload of endorphins that flooded my
system. He muttered in French against my neck between kisses and bites, his
hips setting up a punishing rhythm of fast, hard strokes, slamming against my
clit at the same time. Shit, I was going to come already, it was too much, he
was too much. ‘Luc, please, o God,
please.
’

‘You come already, I can feel it, your muscles
tightening around my cock, the breathy moans in my ear, come for me, ma belle, I
want you to give me many of your orgasms ce soir.’

‘
Luc,
’ I mewled, as my orgasm blossomed
into the most powerful sexual experience I’d ever encountered. It rippled out
from my core, all the way to my extremities, giving me the most incredible head
rush and feeling of bliss. My nails dug into the back of his neck as I trembled
in his arms. He groaned and pulled me off the wall, his mouth finding mine
again as he staggered blindly, still buried tightly inside me. We ricocheted
off the fridge, the contents rattling violently as he headed for the old oak
dining table, he kicked a chair out of the way, one hand letting go of my
backside to sweep the bowl of fruit onto the floor with a clatter, before
supporting my head as we fell onto the table top. I hadn’t even recovered from
my first climax and he was pounding into me again. I clutched at his shoulders,
my legs circling his waist as he gripped the other side of the table, enabling
him to thrust deeper, threatening to rupture my internal organs. The question
as to whether he was able to simply make love, instead of fuck like this, entered
my head, but given that what he was doing was currently blowing my mind, I
didn’t care. He had more skills than any of my previous lovers combined.

‘Lulu,’ he grunted, as he rammed into me again
and again, my fingers losing grip as his shoulder muscles glistened with
perspiration from his exertions. ‘No one ever felt so good, I’m going to fuck
you all night, until you can’t walk or talk you’ll be so exhausted. When we have
slept in each other’s arms and recovered, I’ll fuck you again, then we will
talk about what this means. This is not a one off, this can’t be … a one off,’
he moaned huskily, as my body started to react again.

‘O God,’ I whimpered, my toes cramping. I was
so out of practice, I was done in already and he wanted to go all night? My
nails raked his back as my head started to thrash. I gazed through intoxicated
eyes up at his beautiful face which was contorted with pleasure, thrown back as
he groaned loudly. I cried out again and again, begging him to come, his
stamina was incredible. ‘
Luc, please
,’ I sobbed, as my back arched and
my core clenched.

‘Ma belle,’ he growled, thrusting harder than I
ever thought humanly possible. I screamed, emptying all the air from my lungs,
as I quaked below him and heard him mutter in French as he ploughed into me one
final time with a deafening roar of my name, his come exploding from him with
force and I felt the most unusual sensation of my insides being bathed with
warmth.

‘Shit,’ I cursed, in the midst of my high. We
hadn’t used protection. Luc collapsed on top of me, nosing through my crazily
messed up hair, nibbling my ear lobe.

‘
That
was the definition of a rough,
hard, fast fuck.’

‘Fast?’ I exclaimed. That was his version of
fast? He’d lasted about four times longer than my previous best. I was done in.
He chuckled and trailed his lips along my jawline, as his hands palmed each
side of my head, finally moving up to kiss me softly.

‘Your English men have no stamina?’

‘It would appear that they really don’t,’ I
confirmed, still panting for air.

‘So this fucking was good for you?’ he asked,
as he kissed me again.

‘
Incredible,
’ I nodded.

‘Incroyable,’ he agreed as he gazed down at me.
‘You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,’ he murmured, his eyes
glazing over as he gazed at me.

‘Thank you, you’re quite the looker yourself,’
I replied, with a hint of a blush on my cheeks, suddenly aware that he was
still inside me, while I lay on his dining table, fruit all over the floor and
I was only wearing my bra.

‘So, I please you visually, physically and
sexually. We are off to a good start, wouldn’t you say?’

‘You haven’t kicked me out yet, so maybe so,’ I
replied, wondering what time it would be when he grew tired of me and I was
asked to leave, like the countless others. Had he told them they were all
beautiful and the best too?

‘Where have you gone? You are here one minute,
gone the next,’ he frowned, running his knuckles down my cheek.

‘I’m kind of embarrassed, I’ve never done that
before.’

‘You’re a virgin?’ he gasped, looking at me
with horror.

‘No,’ I laughed. ‘Not a virgin. I meant hot
frenetic sex with someone I met less than twenty-four hours ago.’

‘If you thought that was hot, you haven’t seen
anything yet,’ he cheekily winked, before kissing me, then suddenly straightening
up, gripping my hips and pulling out of me, making me cry out as his wide crown
stretched my tender muscles. ‘I have hurt you?’ he asked, looking at me
concerned.

‘It’s nothing, it’s just you’re … you’re not
exactly small and I am.’

‘I warned you I was large, you will be feeling
the effects of my cock for days. Take my hand,’ he ordered, with a proud smile
all over his face. I did as I was told and winced at the ache in my muscles as
he helped me to stand. He immediately reached around me and unhooked my bra,
dropping it onto the table, then dipped his head to kiss me again. ‘Are you
hungry?’

‘For you or food?’ I smiled, my hands tucked up
against his chest.

‘I am a given,’ he grinned. ‘But this time I
meant for food.’

‘I could eat,’ I confirmed with a nod. It had
been a few hours since our delicious crepes and we’d just burned off a load of
calories.

‘We will shower, then I will order Cantonese,
is there anything you don’t eat?’

‘I’m not a fussy eater,’ I replied, then bit my
lip as I felt him seeping out of me.

‘You frown. What is wrong?’

‘You didn’t … you didn’t use a condom, are you
clean?’ I asked, feeling more embarrassed at that question than what we’d just
done, or the fact we were both standing naked in his kitchen. He frowned back
at me, then stepped away and looked down at himself and cursed, reaching up to
run his hands through his hair.

‘Merde, mon Dieu,’ he cursed, looking back up
at me aghast. ‘I thought … I was so … I’ve never done that before, I always
wear one. I assure you I am clean, I never have sex without, but I still get
tested regularly to be sure.’

‘I haven’t had sex without one before either,’
I confirmed.

‘This is a relief, I’m sorry, I needed you so
badly I didn’t think. Come, we will go and freshen up.’ He took my hand and led
me through his apartment. It was huge. One massive open space, with solid metal
pillars holding up the ceiling.

We passed an office area and his lounge and I
saw his large bed against the far wall, perfectly made. Everything was
immaculate, in tones of white and grey, which looked so crisp against the bare
brickwork. To his left were a number of doors, one of which he opened to show me
into a large bathroom, all tiled in pale green metro style tiles, with a large
modern white sink that seemed to float against the wall, a toilet, bidet,
infinity bath and huge walk in shower behind a single piece of glass that
stretched from the ceiling to the floor. He turned on the spray which blasted
me with welcome heat and I stretched my neck, enjoying the sensation of the
droplets. When I opened my eyes again my mouth went dry. Luc was soaping up his
body, water cascading down those ridges on his stomach, his large cock still
partially erect. He had no pubic hair at all, which just made him look even
more enormous. He grinned when he saw me watching him and twisted to rub his
backside with the lather. I wanted to do it, I wanted to touch, kiss and lick
every inch of him. He passed me the luxurious body wash, which I squeezed into
my palm and started on my arms and chest, turning my back to him, slightly
embarrassed.

‘It is a little late to be shy,’ he whispered
in my ear, as he pressed up behind me and reached around to caress my breasts
and gently tug on my nipples. I whimpered, they were still so sensitive after
those two explosive orgasms. ‘I never got to see these, touch them or lick them
and I have yet so see what shade of pink your tight little cunt is. I love
nothing better than eating out a woman, I could do it for hours and I intend to
get my fill of yours later.’

‘O God,’ I moaned, my legs were still trembling
from earlier.

‘Do not worry, ma belle. I will let you eat and
recover first, but then I intend for your thighs to clamp around my ears, as I
taste you for the first time. Come out when you are ready.’ He kissed my neck
and slipped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the heated rail and
wrapping it around his insane body, as he winked at me and disappeared. I
groaned and quickly cleaned my swollen pussy thoroughly. It ached, deliciously.
I’d never been so well fucked before. I tipped my head back under the spray and
let it blast my face, hoping the hot water would be enough to remove my already
streaked mascara and used the heels of my hands to make sure, before turning
off the dials and swaddling myself in one towel and roughly drying my hair with
another. I went and looked at myself in his bathroom mirror, my eyes were sparkling
and my cheeks had a rosy glow. Getting fucked like that suited me, it was a
shame it didn’t happen more often.