by HELEN HARDT
Raine closed her eyes and let her head sink into the feather pillow. Then, only then, did she feel the heat of his tongue on the flesh of one hard nipple. She arched upward. “Yes, Blaise. Please.”
“I like when you say my name, chérie.” He clamped his lips over her hard bud and sucked.
“Oh!” Raine fisted her hands in his beautiful hair and pulled him closer as he tugged on her.
Too long. It had been way too long.
“Si belle, si belle,” he murmured.
His tongue snaked around the hard nub. She moaned as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, tantalizing it as he had the first, licking, sucking, and tugging it between his teeth. The smacking sound of his mouth against her flesh sent seeping moisture to her panties.
“Yes, Blaise.” The carnal whimper in her voice surprised her.
“I want you naked.” His breath skimmed over her swollen breasts like a summer breeze. “Naked under me.”
“Okay.” She was pretty sure she’d do whatever he asked. This was clearly a one night—er, afternoon—stand. Why not go all out? When would she have the chance to fuck a stud like him again?
Blaise reached between her legs and cupped her mound. “Are you wet, chérie? Wet for me?”
Soaking, no doubt. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” The sultry tone of her voice was new. Exotic. She liked it.
His soft laugh rumbled against her chest as he unzipped her pants and eased his fingers inside, stroking her slit. “Ah, Lorraine. Hot. Hot and wet. It will be a pleasure to fuck you.”
Raine gasped. She was getting used to his “bluntly.” Damn. She liked that, too. Nectar trickled from her pussy as he fingered her. “My pants, Blaise. Take off my pants.”
He chuckled. “Impatient?”
Hell, yes, she was. “I-I want you.”
“And I want you. I want to fuck you until neither of us can see straight. But first”—he slithered down her body, easing her capris from her hips—“I need to taste you.”
Scalding heat flooded her pussy as she imagined his warm tongue devouring her. “God. Yeah. Taste me. Please.”
“You don’t have to say please, Lorraine.” He threw her pants aside. “Open your legs for me.” He smiled. “Please.”
“You don’t have to say please, either.” Raine let her knees fall open.
Blaise lowered his head and inhaled. “Mmm. You smell like a meadow in Bourgogne, chérie, when the pinot noir are in bloom.” He inhaled again and licked her, slowly, from anus to clit.
She shuddered at the softness of his tongue on her wet folds. Had anything ever felt so wonderful?
“Mmm, Lorraine. Better than Bourgogne. Rich, spicy. Lusty.” He licked her again, pausing to suck her swollen bud between his lips.
She writhed, but he pushed her thighs forward, anchoring her and exposing her completely. “Your pussy is so red. So pretty.” He captured her labia between his teeth and pulled.
“God!” Blood rushed through her veins as his chuckle reverberated against her flesh.
He continued to eat her, sucking her clit until she was ready to come, and then releasing her and fucking her with his tongue. Such exquisite torture. When he lifted her hips, sliding his hands under the cheeks of her ass to bring her closer, she braced her feet and pushed her pussy as hard as she could against his lips, grinding and rubbing. She reached forward and fisted her hands in his glorious hair, forcing him farther into her heat. Fingers of fire crept from her cunt to her tummy and radiated through her arms and legs. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow and slid down her cheeks.
“You’ve got to let me come, Blaise. Please!”
“You don’t tell me please,” he rasped, and then sucked all her flesh into his mouth and tugged while his tongue lapped at her clit.
She climbed and climbed, easing toward the precipice, and when he released her ass and plunged two fingers inside her, circling them, rubbing them against her inner walls, she exploded in a rainbow of swirling sparks.
“Oh God, Blaise. That was so…so…”
“Again,” he said.
His feral blue eyes seared hers for but a second, and then his tongue began another assault. A series of white-hot orgasms shot through her. She sank farther and farther into the mattress. She unclenched her fists and let his silky hair fall around her thighs and tickle her like a soft whisper.
“No more,” she murmured, her voice a breathy puff. “Blaise, I need you. Your cock. Please.”
“You don’t tell me please,” he said again as he rained a trail of soft kisses down her inner thighs.
She groaned. Each nip sent a tingling shudder to her toes. Finally, he released her and stood. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his hips. Her breath caught. Big wasn’t the word to describe him. Magnificent was. Definitely. His cock was a golden red color, and it pointed toward his navel. But no, it wasn’t big. It was tremendous. God, it was going to feel good in her pussy. She imagined him filling her, stretching her, pumping into her with that beautiful cock.
He turned, opened a drawer on his bureau, and withdrew a condom. After he sheathed himself, he slowly lowered himself on top of her.
“Blaise?”
“Yes, chérie?”
“Why don’t you want me to say please?”
He pushed a few wisps of hair out of her eyes. “I don’t want you to beg me. I give myself freely to you. Because I want to. Because you want me to. Not because you beg me.”
“Oh.” His words melted into her, infusing her with a honeyed warmth.
He smiled, his blue eyes smoldering. “Will you suck me later, chérie?”
The thought of that hot cock in her mouth sent convulsions to her pussy. “I’ll suck you now if you want. I’d love to suck you.”
“No. Later. Now I have to fuck you. I can wait no longer.” He thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
“Oh!”
“Too much?”
“God, no. It’s perfect.” The hardness inside her, stretching her, felt like coming home. After being away far too long.
“Ah, oui. Perfect. You are perfect, chérie, the way your pussy holds my cock.” He pulled out and plunged into her again. “I want to fuck you all night.”
“All night,” she echoed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Look at me, Lorraine.”
She opened her eyes and stared into his ocean blue depths.
“Watch me fuck you, chérie. I want to see your face when you come for me.”
Raine focused on his gaze as his eyes seared into her.
He moved his face closer but stopped short of taking her lips. “Your body holds me like no other.”
His breath tickled her chin, his beautiful hair her cheeks and shoulders.
“Like no other.”
As Blaise pumped into her, Raine never took her eyes from his. She stared into him, into his soul, relishing the passion of his body filling hers. She soared, higher and higher, and just when she thought she could see her own soul reflected in his, she reached the summit with a pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
Beautiful, blinding, euphoric pain.
“Ah, yes.” His thrusts became more urgent. “Come for me.”
“Blaise. Blaise! I’m coming. I’m coming for you.”
“I feel it, chérie. I feel it.” He pumped harder, faster.
The ripples of her orgasm continued to pulse through her. He pushed and pushed, his cock stretching her clenching walls until he grunted and fell into her, taking her lips with his as he released. His kiss was hard as he finished his climax, and then became softer, a lingering exploration of each other’s tongues and mouths.
When he pulled away, she whimpered.
“Chérie?”
“I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
He rolled onto his back. “Nor do I. But I need to breathe.”
“Oh.” She turned on her side and eyed her young lover.
A sheen of sweat covered his body. Drops trickled down his face.
Wisps of golden hair were pasted to his cheeks. She smoothed them away and ran her finger down his cheek, his neck, to his chest where tiny rivers of moisture meandered through his thicket of hair. She fingered a nipple, pleased at how quickly it hardened under her touch. She continued to explore the hardness of his chest, tracing each line of his ripped muscles, easing downward to the hair that descended from his navel to his bush of dark blond curls. His sex hung flaccid between his legs. She touched it. It was warm. She felt a pang of regret that she hadn’t touched it when it was hard.
“It will be ready for you in a few minutes,” Blaise said, a lazy half-grin edging his lips upward.
Raine warmed as she snatched her hand away. “I’m sorry.” Embarrassment flooded her. “It’s not like I need sex every five minutes or anything.”
“That’s too bad.” He reached for her cheek. “Because I do. With you.”
“You do, huh?” She snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Oui, chérie. Je t’adore.”
Raine’s French wasn’t great, but she could get by. Je t’adore. “You adore me?”
“Of course. Do you think I rescue damsels from the Tour Eiffel all the time?”
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“Non.”
“Because you live here. And you don’t go to the tower very often, I imagine.”
“I go at least once a week.”
“Why? Isn’t it just a tourist attraction?”
“To me it is much more. I go up to look at the beauty of my city.” The deep timbre of his voice quivered, only a little. “I don’t wish to take Paris for granted again. When I was younger, I left, to make my fortune in L.A. That did not work for me. I belong here. This is my home.”
Raine sighed as she raked her fingers through the moist hair on his chest. “That’s a beautiful sentiment. I wish I felt that way about my home.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Not really. There’s nothing tying me to New York. My marriage broke up. My parents have both passed away. I can write anywhere.” She inhaled, breathing in the salty, musky scent of Blaise. A smirk escaped her lips as she thought of how she had almost mistaken him for Jacques Le Grand. “You want to hear something funny?”
“What?”
“When I first saw you… Well, not that I’m some pervert who watches a lot of porn, but I’ve been known to indulge on occasion. Anyway, you look like…”
He stiffened against her.
“You bear a striking resemblance to a porn star named Jacques Le Grand.” She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder to smother the giggles that threatened to burst.
No response. He continued to hold her, but he suddenly seemed miles away.
She kissed his shoulder. “Blaise?”
“Would it matter, chérie?” His tone was wistful.
“What do you mean, would it matter?” She lifted her head. “If you were a porn star? Of course it would matter. I would never sleep with a porn star.”
Blaise turned his head away from her, sighed, and sat up and whipped his legs around to the side of the bed. “You just did, Lorraine.”
“I did what?”
“You slept with a porn star.”
Raine’s stomach twisted into knots and her pulse leaped into overdrive. “What?” This couldn’t be happening. Not Blaise. Sweet, sexy, amazing Blaise. “But you…you…” Her tongue drooped like lead in her mouth. She could hardly speak. “Y-You have chest hair. Jacques Le Grand’s chest is bare.”
Blaise stood and grabbed his jeans. “I waxed it.”
“What for?”
“What for?” His deep voice was hoarse as he bellowed. “How the hell do I know what for? The studio told me to. I need money. I do it.” He thrust one leg into his jeans, the sinew of his forearms taut with tension.
“You asshole!” Chills trickled over her body as her heart raced. “Damn it! A porn star. Jacques le fucking Grand!”
Blaise scoffed as he pulled his jeans up his muscular legs. “I did not say I was Jacques le Grand. I say only I did porn. Once. And you are the first woman I sleep with in two years!”
“That can’t possibly be true.” Raine’s body shook, the chills prickling her skin like tiny icicles. “You’re lying. And you lied to me before.”
“I never lied! Never to you.” He buttoned his jeans. “I have not been with anyone else. And if you had asked if I did porn, I would have told you the truth.”
“Right. That’s the first thing I ask a guy before I sleep with him. And what do you mean you didn’t say you were Jacques le Grand? You just said you did porn. And it doesn’t matter anyway. You lied to me.”
“I did not.”
“I’m not talking about…” Here it was. The insecurity. The helplessness. The uncontrollable anger and sadness. One afternoon of amazing sex did not restore self-esteem shattered by years of a dysfunctional relationship. “You did lie. You said I had the most beautiful breasts you had ever seen.”
“That was not a lie.”
“Of course it was.” Raine rose from the bed and scoured the room for her clothes. “You’ve been with hot L.A. porn women, and you think I have the most beautiful breasts? That’s a crock.”
He grabbed her shoulders. Still naked, she felt exposed, on display, as his eyes pierced hers.
“I don’t know what is crock. I never lied to you. You do have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen.” His gaze traveled downward. “They are plump. And firm.” He released one shoulder and cupped a breast. “And your nipples are the color of fine red wine.”
Raine looked away, but he whipped his hand up from her shoulder to her neck, forcing her gaze back to his.
“What I see in L.A. was all fake. Plastic. You are real, Lorraine. I did not lie to you.”
Raine choked back a tear. “Hairless pussies.”
“Which is also not real, chérie.”
“But I’m…” The link between man and the ape.
“Real. You’re real, Lorraine. And so very beautiful to me.”
Raine sniffed and attempted to look away. “There’s nothing real about any of this.”
Still holding her neck, he lowered his head. “Tell me, chérie”—his breath caressed her lips—“is this real?”
He claimed her lips in a kiss so fierce and urgent, her legs buckled under her. He snaked one arm around her waist and steadied her as he plundered her mouth. His kiss was angry and demanding. He punished her with his heat, his desire. He pushed his denim-clad erection into her stomach as he crushed his body to hers.
Raine couldn’t turn away. The velvety warmth of his mouth was too delicious to resist. The eagerness with which she responded to the tempestuous thrusts of his tongue shocked her.
Had he kissed porn women like this? Like he couldn’t get enough? Or was this kiss for her? For regular old Lorraine Frye?
Little moans escaped her throat as he finally eased back, his tongue exploring instead of punishing, his teeth nibbling instead of biting. She returned his kiss, tracing his full lips with her tongue, catching his bottom lip between her teeth.
He groaned. “Je t’adore, ma belle Raine,” he said against her mouth.
She sighed. Was she really ready to give him up? The best sex she’d ever had? He claimed he wasn’t Jacques le Grand. Should she let him explain?
“That’s the first time you’ve called me Raine.”
“It is what you like.”
“Yes. But you can call me Lorraine if you want to.”
“I like Raine. It sounds like reine, which means queen.”
“It only sounds that way when you say it.” Raine let out a nervous chuckle, backed away from him, and sat down on the bed. “Blaise?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you do it?”
He sighed and sat down next to her, taking her hand in his. “My brother Gaston and I went to L.A. We needed money. We met a producer of adult films who said we could make a lot of money being twins.”
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sp; “You’re a twin?”
“Yes.” Blaise reached in his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. “Here.” He handed her a photo of two identical little boys with blond hair and blue eyes.
Raine gasped. “My God, what beautiful children you were.”
He smiled and replaced the photo in his wallet. “Gaston and I signed a contract for ten films. After I shot my first scene with a young woman, I walked out on the contract. Doing it did not feel right. Gaston and I had a quarrel. He wanted fame and money, but the contract was for both of us. So I got a job waiting tables to earn money to buy back the contract, and Gaston continued making films. He became Jacques le Grand. After I made enough money to repay my half of the contract and buy a ticket to Paris, I came home.”
“I’m sorry.” Raine fingered a strand of his silky hair. “Would you change it if you could?”
“No. But not for the reason you think. I realize that Hollywood was never my dream. I no longer take my beautiful home for granted. But I miss my brother.”
“Oh, Blaise.” She leaned against him and kissed his bare shoulder. His flesh warmed her lips. “So he’s still in L.A.?”
“Yes. He has the life he wants. We are no longer estranged but not as close as we once were.” He sighed, took her hand, and rubbed her palm with his thumb. “I have a job I enjoy and a beautiful apartment with a view of the Tour Eiffel. I have friends who do not judge. And I have…” He looked away.
Raine touched his cheek and pulled his face toward her. His golden stubble scraped her fingers. “You have what?”
His lapis eyes smoked as he gazed into hers. “I have a beautiful woman who I would like to get to know better.”
She smiled, and a sweet warmth flooded her heart. She pressed her lips to his in a feathery kiss. “I’d like that, too.”
He gathered her close. “I want you,” he whispered. “For as long as you can stay.”
