“Think?”
“Alex never talks about it. I know his mother’s alive. He goes and visits every four months or so. A duty visit, he calls it, and I know he hates going.” He sighed, squeezing her a little in his embrace. “After the studio came an apartment of his own, and then he made that first breakthrough with the cancer drugs.”
“The antimetabolites medicine.”
He snorted. “I forgot I’ve got my own little Ivanov groupie in bed with me.”
She pinched his hand. “I’m a scientist. When someone widens a once-narrow channel in cancer research, everyone sits up.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll believe you, when thousands wouldn’t.” The pair of them laughed, but Sebastien’s laughter eventually turned into a sigh. “If I’d thought he’d wanted to, we’d have moved in together a long time ago. He never seemed ready for it, and I stopped thinking about it to be honest. Just moved past it. Being a couple but apart never did us any harm. And when he wanted to look for a third, it excited me and I guess he convinced me by using my own sex drive against me.”
“You really love him, don’t you?” she asked, voice soft, as neutral as could be. Devvy didn’t want him to think she was jealous. In truth, she wasn’t. A month ago, she probably would have been if she’d known Sebastien had a lover whom he loved. Now, that lover had a name. He was Alex. And how could she begrudge Sebastien when she herself could easily feel the same way?
“Yes. He’s different, Devvy. To both of us. Although, you’re more like him than I realized. His agoraphobia is getting worse. I know how hard it is for him to even get out of the house, but he convinces himself he’s in control, because the few times he goes out, he can manage it.
“Like I said, he’s probably due a visit to his mother’s soon. He’ll have to prepare himself for it, but he’ll do it. The fact that he can will convince him he’s okay. When I called him a month ago about you, I wasn’t even sure if he’d come. I think he knew he had to, not only because of the reason behind my call, but because he knew I’d mention he was getting worse if he couldn’t make it.”
“What would you do?”
“I want him to see a therapist. I accept his other quirks, always have and always will. But this? This is getting serious now.”
She pondered that a moment. “You accept my quirks, too.”
He pressed a kiss to her head. “As weird as you are, Devvy, you’re normal in comparison to our Alex.”
Our Alex. She liked that. More than she cared to admit. “As complimentary as ever, I see.”
“I left my charm phrase book on the plane.”
Ignoring that, she inquired after his trip. “Did you manage to sort the problem with the vineyards out?”
He grunted. “No. They’ve been completely decimated by phylloxera. We’re going to have to pull the vines, replant with a different variety, a hybrid that’s resistant to the bastards.”
“I’m sorry, darling.”
“It’s life.”
“Still.”
“That was my favorite vineyard, as well. I was proud of it. It was the flagship organic vineyard of my brand. All that damned work down the drain.”
“You’ll make it bigger and better. You know no other way.”
He sniffed. “You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”
“Is it working?”
“Yes.”
“Well then, my wifely duties are done.”
He growled and nibbled her throat. “You’ll be done after we wake up.”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
Chapter Eight
Lips tugging at her clit, a tongue prodding and piercing her pussy, teeth nibbling at the sensitive wet flesh of her cunt, were her alarm call.
She luxuriated in the sensations rolling through the lower half of her body for a few moments before surging into wakefulness. The languor coursing through her was almost drugging, but it felt so damned good. Bastien was taking his own sweet time about pleasuring her. Gentle tugs, little sips, tiny bites. Each one intended to drive her higher and higher but not take her to the brink of orgasm.
The lack of haste was, in itself, pleasurable. The lazy sleepiness of the moment had her hips wriggling against the mattress and she sighed as he clamped his hands against her thighs and held her down.
“Bonsoir, chérie.” The words were mumbled against her clit and the vibration had her squealing, thighs lifting her hips into the air only for them to fall back down, her toes digging into the bed. Wishing he’d removed her skirt so she could spread her legs wider, Devvy reached down and grabbed his head, smashing his face into her cunt. His chuckle only made the ache worse, and what had once been lazy and drugging suddenly became intense.
She groaned when he moved away, pulling her hands off his head. Glaring at him, her voice was hoarse as she bit out, “Where are you going?”
His grin was wide as he grabbed her hips and tossed her over onto her belly. Before she even had a chance to squeal, he’d arranged her. Her stomach touched the mattress, her arms were overhead, and her legs were flat out. His weight was suddenly upon her. Her back to his chest, her butt to his hips. His legs surrounded hers, and when she felt his cock drag down the crack of ass, instead of flinging herself over and onto her back as she’d intended, she froze and waited for his next move. He bypassed her butt and slipped his cock into her pussy, just the tip and as always, she had to bear down before he could sink in deep. It was like the sex-organ version of choking. After a few weeks without his cock deep inside, it was hard to take him in, and she butted her forehead against the mattress, refusing to panic when her pussy had accepted him so many times.
This position seemed to make each inch feel that little bit bigger, and by the time he’d thrust all of his seven inches in deep, she was sweating and biting down on the comforter. The sick thing was, around him, she was gushing. Her juices flowing. But he was so goddamned thick, his dick acted like a plug!
His arms came around to bracket her sides and his weight settled atop her in a way that was comforting. He was heavy but she liked him there. His cheek nuzzled against the side of her face, and he brushed his lips against her temple, before whispering in her ear, “Cross your legs.”
Curious, she did as bade, then grunted as his cock seemed even larger, her pussy transformed into a vice by this new position.
Slowly, he thrust his hips. This extra tightness making his every inch drag against her quivering channel. As he slid back home, she shuddered, feeling incredibly full and with him surrounding her, every part of him touching her, inside out, it was an almost claustrophobic feeling.
Each thrust added to her pleasurable torment. Each breath was harder to make. Her body was taut, throbbing, on the edge, and he seemed content to just slip in and out. His slow but steady thrusts were calculated to drive her insane. When she could take no more without slipping over the edge of madness, she began to thrust her hips back as he pulled out.
She probably looked like a fish out of water, flopping about on the bed, but every hip jerk of her own caused a burn at the very heart of her sex. That burn slowly began to spread, sending flames shooting down her limbs, until the flames exploded making her scream out, her cunt fastening tight on his shaft, making him work hard for every thrust. Harder than mere moments before.
When he climaxed, his low yell reverberated around the room and his hips seemed to hammer her a little harder as he milked himself of cum. The banked fires deep inside were more than mere embers. It took little to have the flames burning hotly again, especially with his rough thrusts. She screamed as he rode her, burying her face into the covers, hands scratching at the fabric, needing him to pull out and to leave her alone, yet wanting him to keep covering her. Surrounding her with him.
He answered both silent calls. Pulling out, but staying a heavy weight atop her.
The pressure soothed her as she came down from the high of her second climax but she still felt like tearing his hair out. Aggravating, hot, intense…
. She needed to go back to sleep after that.
She said as much, mumbling the words into the comforter and grunting at his chuckle. “You’re heavy,” she complained.
“Tough,” he retorted, knowing she was bitching at him, not particularly wanting him to move.
“What is it with you two? Acting like human blankets around me?” At her inadvertent mention of Alex and her in a sexual position, a very interesting thing happened. His cock hardened at the crack of her ass. She gasped, and then laughed. “Someone likes the idea of Alex and me together.”
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “I’m too old for this shit.”
Devvy giggled. “A part of you doesn’t agree.”
He kept his hips tight to hers by grabbing her and pulling her up onto her knees. She complied, thanking God to be out of the other position. The instant she added starch to her arms to keep her upright, her elbows gave way and her face smooched the blanket again. He began to fuck her. Cock slamming in hard, hips butting into hers. One hand slipped underneath her, between her legs and hovered above her clit. Sensing his fingers there, her eyes opened and she gawked at the patterned fabric of the duvet. Waiting. Willing him to touch her there. He shocked her by spitting, the sound echoing around the room and she felt the spit gather between her butt cheeks. When his thumb pressed deep and then angled down inside her ass to rub his cock, a high cry escaped her. The fingers of his other hand went on the attack and he pinched her clit.
With those two moves, she was out for the count. A hurricane couldn’t have woken her as mind, body and soul worked against her. Ecstasy throttled her, choking her, strangling her with its power. Her entire being shut down. It was either that or have each and every molecule in her body go for a quick journey around the room.
* * * *
“How did it go in the US?”
Sebastien balanced his cellphone between his ear and shoulder as he shrugged into a robe then stepped out into the hall, not wanting to disturb his wife from her slumber. Ever since he’d left the bed, she hadn’t moved an inch. He’d fucked her to sleep.
Feeling rather proud—pathetic, but still a man counted his blessings when his wife was nineteen years younger than him—he closed the bedroom door and made his way to the study, as he answered Alex, “It couldn’t have been worse.” His French was sharper than a stiletto, staccato and filled with his anger at the waste of time, resources, and what had looked set to be a fine vintage. “The damned insect had managed to infect the roots. Half the crop was riddled with fungal infections and the rest…” He grunted. “We had to raze the entire field to ash.”
Alex clicked his tongue. “I’m sorry, love. I know that was your favorite vineyard.”
He sighed. “It was a bloody shame. I can’t deny I’m gutted. Although, Devvy greeted me with good news. You two finally did the deed, correct?”
Alex laughed. “We did. More than once.”
“And? Spill the details.”
“I wish you could have been there that first time, I won’t lie. You’d have loved it. I don’t think Devvy becomes the aggressor very often…”
Thinking of her slumped form upstairs, the complete annihilation of her energy reserves after his session as the aggressor, he merely murmured, “No. You wouldn’t be wrong.”
“Well, I let her start. I thought it might give her confidence in herself.”
“Like she needs more,” Bastien grunted. “The woman has me wrapped around her finger. You too by the sounds of it.”
There was silence and then, Alex huffed. “You really mean that, don’t you? Do you know your wife at all?”
“Of course, I do! It’s the truth.”
“Bullshit. Before you introduced her to me, she spent half her time thinking you were going to leave her!”
In the middle of pouring himself a large Scotch, Bastien swore as he spilled most of it on the tray. “I nearly killed myself trying to keep up with her and she thought that?” He shook his head, refusing to believe it. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
“I always knew she was on edge, but she thought I was going to leave her? She told you that?”
“Not in so many words, but she’s insecure as hell. Letting her be the aggressor was a kindness.”
“Saint Alexei,” Bastien mocked.
“Now, now. No need to be jealous of my halo.”
“With my horns, it wouldn’t fit anyway!”
“True,” Alex conceded with a chuckle. “Anyway. I thought my cock was going to explode before she managed to get my zipper down. God, it was worth the wait. Her mouth…” He groaned. “Fuck, just thinking about it…”
“I know.” Sebastien smiled to himself. “She doesn’t have much experience, but I think a vacuum has less suction than her mouth. We ought to patent her.”
“She’d kill us if she knew we were talking about her like this.”
Sebastien shrugged. Not that Alex could see it. “We’re talking about her skills. I doubt she’d complain about that.”
“You really can be an arrogant dick sometimes, Bastien.”
“It’s why you love me.” His claim was so secure, with not one ounce of doubt in his words, Alexei had to laugh.
“You’re fortunate I have the patience of a saint! Maybe you’re right. Saint Alexei has a nice ring to it.”
“True,” Bastien admitted easily. “As much of a pain in the ass as my flying off to California was, it seems to have fast-forwarded the timetable. I’m relieved. I didn’t want her to back down out of nerves.”
“You should have had more faith in her.”
“I know. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Until the next time.”
Bastien sniggered. “You know me too well.”
“I think we should carry on at this pace. Letting her discover for herself the beauty of this kind of relationship.”
“I agree. We’ve achieved so much by letting her go at her own speed. I’m still shocked at her about-face. Pleased and relieved, but still surprised.”
“The power of Ivanov, you see. She couldn’t resist my biography.”
“Your ego’s never going to deflate, is it?”
Alex hooted. “As if yours would! Devvy is one of the sexiest women we’ve ever known, and she’s had a crush on me for God knows how long.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“Being a genius has its advantages.”
“Yeah, two thousand square feet of red-hot Parisian property is small fry for a genius.”
“Ah, but what is a penthouse in comparison to the beauty of a woman like ours?”
“Incomparable,” Bastien said with no hesitation. “I can’t deny I like that…a woman like ours.”
“We’re nearly there, love.”
“I know. I still feel as though I should pinch myself.”
“Wait, and I’ll do it for you.”
“Smart ass.” Bastien growled.
“Listen, I was thinking. Next week, I have to visit my mother. I was thinking about taking Devvy with me.”
Despite himself, Bastien stiffened. Unusually for him, he had little to say but his silence spoke louder than anything he could have said.
“If it would hurt you too much, then I won’t,” Alexei commented after a long pause.
“Why do you think it would hurt me?”
“Don’t play the big man, Bastien. I’m sorry my mother is a homophobic bitch. I’m sorry she’ll accept Devvy but not you. I’m sorry you’ve never met her. I thought it would do Devvy some good. She might feel more settled if she thought I would like her to meet my mother.” Alex groaned as Bastien remained silent. “If you don’t want me to, then I won’t. It was just an idea.
“When we were talking the other day, she said she’d tell her parents about us. All three of us. I thought it fair if I reciprocated. Even if it was only a little.”
“I’ve only met her parents a handful of times.” He grimaced at the memory of those odd dinner parties. “Her father’s
all right. A bit arrogant, pompous, and self-important, but her mother, Miranda, is…peculiar. Always watching Devvy, almost like she’s waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Odd woman.”
“She sounds like a bitch.”
“You wouldn’t be wrong. I think I’m the only one with a decent family.”
Alex snorted. “Maybe, but when was the last time you visited them?”
Offended, Bastien retorted, “I’m busy!”
“Never too busy for me or for Devvy, though, hein?” Alex said slyly.
Bastien rolled his eyes and ignored that provocative little statement, preferring to return to the topic of Devvy’s mother. “I overheard them talking once. I was supposed to be in the dining room with Derek, Devvy’s father, but I followed them into the kitchen.”
“Miranda was being unkind?” Alex asked, perceptive as ever.
“Unkind isn’t the word.”
To this day, Sebastien still felt on edge when he recalled that night. When he’d heard a systematic play-by-play of everything Devvy had done wrong in her mother’s eyes that evening. Everything from eating too greedily and having two rolls of bread to her lack of interesting conversation.
He hadn’t wanted to embarrass his new wife at the time by commenting on what he’d seen, even though he’d felt like a cad for brushing it under the carpet. He knew how mortified Devvy would have been if he’d mentioned it, so he’d kept quiet and reacted in another way. He’d made sure their visit to Portola Valley had been “accidentally” cut short, and that subsequent visits were also short and very, very infrequent. The last time they’d traveled over to see her parents, he’d reserved them a hotel suite. Preferring that than to lodge with them.
He sighed, disturbed as always by the memory, and eventually said, “Let’s just say, I’m not sure how they’d react to a relationship like ours.”
“Devvy said if she comes to love me, she won’t deny me. Her words.”
Bastien raised his glass to her in the empty room. While Alex always came across as confident, his lover had some major issues. A fear of rejection was one of them, and Devvy had managed to counteract that with her promise. “She’s a brave little thing.”
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