Leaving our suite I head down to the main reception where I’m informed my limo will be with me promptly. Within minutes I’m escorted by Marc, the same driver we’d had from the airport to our car and whizzed to the club. As we make our way through the Parisian traffic, I watch the bright lights of the sparkling city flutter by. Amazing how Sebastian had only been gone a couple of hours and already I felt like I was missing a part of me.
I allow myself to relax in the luxury surroundings; I’m in another country, away from all the stress I had been recently through. It was time to let my hair down and be ‘Lulu’ again. Arriving at Club Rouge, I’m escorted once again inside by Marc, obviously under the insistence of Sebastian. However, once I enter the doors and my cape is taken, I am adamant that I am more than capable to look after myself.
Feeling a little bad as I watch Marc skuttle off, I make my way in the direction of the bar. Club Rouge is dark, exotic and full of men. In fact I’m beginning to wonder if I’m in a gentleman’s club when I notice the odd woman to counter that opinion - all of them exceedingly beautiful.
Where was Seb?
“White wine, please.” I ask the bar man, checking my phone. My mum had text to say night from Finn, with a gorgeous picture of him in some new PJ’s and I melt, smiling openly.
“Good news?”
I glance up at the interruption and smile politely at a dark haired male currently positioned a little too close for comfort on my right, with sharp blue eyes and a debonair ease about him. A second glance at him, made me consider he was extremely easy on the eye.
“Just my son.”
That usually was enough to get rid of unwanted attention.
“Kids are great aren’t they?” he sips his drinks, swilling the ice in the heavy glass tumbler.
“Mine certainly is.”
“How old?” His deep blue eyes assess me over the rim of his glass.
“4.”
“Can I get you a drink, Miss?” Those piercing blues eyes appraise me inquisitively.
The barman saves me just in time, placing my wine down in front of me and the stranger laughs. “I’m good but not that good.”
I join in automatically. “I’m…”
“Lucia, Devereux. This is my Lucia.” Sebastian leans into kiss my cheek, and planting a warm hand flat over the small of my back. His musky vanilla scent fills my nostrils and I take in his open shirt, fitted waistcoat and jacket over slim jeans. He looked edible.
I watch the strangers blue eyes twinkle in awakening, his gaze flickering between myself and Seb and back again with interest.
“So, this is the woman who has tamed the beast! I totally understand now.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
“Easy, Silver. Lucia pleased to meet you. Gray Devereux, but please call me Gray. Seb and I are friends from many years back but we are currently colleagues.” He leans in and takes my hand in his own, before kissing both my cheeks not once but twice.
I sense Sebastian stiffen at my side and hear his very clear cough. Happy to move things along I nod understanding at the link. “Yes, the Devereux hotels. Great portfolio - lovely to meet you, Gray.”
“And you. Nathan had said you were flying in for the weekend.”
“Seb and I needed some time away from the hustle and bustle of life.” I wasn’t prepared to discuss our issues with a total stranger and I feel Sebastian’s fingers stroke encouraging circles on my back.
“Well Paris is the place for it. If you can’t find romance here you are with the wrong man.” His smile is teasing but I feel Seb tense.
“She’ll find romance aplenty, don’t you worry Devereux.”
I hear Gray’s husky chuckle and smirk - these two were more like one another than they realised. Taking a sip of my wine I excuse myself, and disappear to the ladies. Once there I reply quickly to my mum’s text, sending a kiss to Finn and then head back out. I can see Sebastian chatting with Gray and now Nathan and a couple of other men who have joined their group - they’d moved to a huge velvet seating area which looks over the dance area. There are no women, which leaves me two options, join the boys for work banter or go throw some shapes on the floor. I choose the latter, dropping my bag on the table with Seb as I pass and pointing in the direction of the other dancers. Brief concern flashes over his chiselled face before he nods and I grin in excitement.
Ten minutes later, I’m still dancing on the intimate mezzanine floor, bodies jostling around me, oblivious to anything and everything around me, arms in the air, as Martin Solveig’s ‘Intoxicated’ beats out, loud. I roll my head back and forth, loving the cool tunes, and enjoying the freedom of the music. I don’t care that I’m dancing alone; I know that Seb is above me, in the crowd, he’s watching, whilst talking to Nathan and his colleague and to be honest it’s a bit of a turn on. I just want to lose myself in the fast rhythm, its liberating and good for my soul to have a minute to completely absorb myself in the flashing lights and throbbing floor and feel happy. I love dancing and he loves to watch me.
Shrugging my shoulders to the beat sexily I spin as the music picks up its pace and I notice a fellow male clubber, further in the crowd, with a pair of seriously sexy grey eyes appraising me with interest. I break contact and look down at my feet, ignoring his attentions, and continue to dance, then turn to look in Sebastian’s direction. We lock eyes immediately, his zeroing in on me with precision. God he is mouth-wateringly sexy, the grey-eyed guy didn’t compare. His look speaks volumes as I continue to move and enjoy feeling so free, enjoying my performance for him. I know he is watching the actions of the other guy, his eyes full of pure sex and mouth firm, not quite angry… yet but predatory.
When I feel my hips grasped by a pair of hands from behind, whilst I’m still focused entirely on Seb, my arms in the air, I watch my loves eyes blacken and his mouth snarl and I immediately remove the strangers fingers from my body.
“Thank you but I’m not interested.
“Vous êtês la plus belle femme ici?”
I haven’t a clue what the guy just said but I continue to push away from him.
“Oui et elle est a moi. Enlever vos mains de son.” Seb’s deep voice threatens in a French accent that could be native.
What the hell is going on here? I’m struggling to make sense of their conversation.
The sexy Frenchman lifts his hands with a shrug, backing off pretty much immediately and disappears on a cheeky grin but not before throwing out wink in my direction - he obviously wasn’t keen on his perfectly white teeth. Thankfully Seb doesn’t see it and takes his place, slipping in behind me. Leaning in to his body, his breath against my neck, hot and smelling of mouthwash, I wish he’d reach out and lick me. We’ve been in this position many a time and it never fails to turn me on.
“Like that did you, you little tease?”
I lean back into his hard chest, so familiar and wanted. “I didn’t ask for it. I was enjoying dancing on my own.”
“You have no idea how stunning you are. Men watch you everywhere you go. I’ve studied it tonight, as you’ve been lost in your own world. He was just the only one bold enough to make the first move, other than Devereux earlier. I’m the one charmed enough to make the last move, and to take you home. But, you must be careful, Lu – with everything going on at home, please.”
I suddenly feel guilty. He was right, after the accident and my worries but I wasn’t even sure there had been a nutter and I was in a different country, this was the first time I’d felt free in weeks. I just wanted to have some fun.
“What did you say to him? I bite my lip.
“That you are mine and that’s all you need to know, Ok?”
“Oui d’accord,” I smile coyly up at him and we continue to bump and grind to the DJ’s expertise, mixing new and old European house tunes. I can feel his groin at my back and pulse of the beat, his scent around me, knowing he wants me; the combination is intoxicating. I just want to go back to th
e hotel. I’m ready for him again, only a few hours after spending the afternoon making love - my lust is again endless.
It was time for us to get down and dirty again.
We’d played it soft, taken it slow, to a point, been gentle and loving and resisted our basic instincts. Now it was time to show each other how much we needed one another - how much I needed him inside me, how much I ached for him, wanted him, craved him, loved him. The desire I felt was uncurling in my belly and raising its head like a snake ready to bite and if we didn’t leave soon, I’d happily find a secluded spot within the club and take him inside me.
“I want you.”
“Insatiable.” His sexy eyes assess every part of my face, heat pouring from them, before shaking his head. “Come with me.”
I feel his hand clasp mine, and the music ebbing around us as I grab my clutch from behind Nathan at the bar; its a blur as I’m planted firmly between the DJ and the fire exit door, the only thing separating them, a huge floor length mirror, which I step back from and use to fluff up my hair, whilst Seb disappears to ‘arrange something’. He returns, slipping his palm into the small of my back and guides me towards the fire exit door. Feeling a little tipsy I giggle.
“Ooh Mr. Secretive, where we going, did someone call the fire brigade?”
I hear his chuckle. “No, but I think I saw smoke coming from under your dress so I think I better check it out up here.”
My snort of laughter is swept up away as I’m thrown over his shoulder, a la fireman’s lift. “Ooh, Mr. Silver, shame you’re not wearing the uniform! I love a man in uniform.”
We disappear through the double doors and into the hallway beyond. My upside down view doesn’t allow me much clarity but I see that we immediately turn left and Seb unlocks a second door and enters.
“Baby - if you want me to wear a uniform - all you had to do was say the words.”
“The less you wear the better - I prefer you with just your hard hat on.”
“You saucy thing.” His slap on my bottom stings ever so slightly, and I feel myself lifted, his warm hands on my hips and I slither seductively down his body, the blood rushing back to my head. We are in a small office, with nothing but a chair in the corner and a huge window that looks out into the club.
“Where are we?”
“In a VIP booth. Now turn to face the window.”
“But they’ll see us?”
“No they won’t, it’s not real.”It suddenly dawns on me that the mirror I’d used upon entry is the window we are now looking our of. “Sexy!”
“Necessary. I can’t wait until we get home. Face the window, lady.”
I do as I’m told, without question then hear the telltale scrap of chair legs on the marble floor, as he drags the chair into place behind me. His hands find my hips and at the slightest tug, I allow myself to be drawn back against his body, positioning myself onto his lap - my legs stretched open. God he smells good.
“Comfy?”
I lean back over my shoulder. “Yes.”
My lips are captured in his, our tongues meet, wet and invading, demanding. His hand locates my breast, squeezing it, rubbing my nipple through the fabric of my dress and shockwaves of pleasure buzz through me, zapping every nerve ending awake. I break free from his kiss and on a sigh roll my head against his chest, my eyes narrowed with lust but now focused on the club scene in front of me; dancers gyrate to the beat, which can be heard in our small VIP booth. I lick my lips, feeling daring, Seb’s hand are on my breast, his cock underneath my hard and ready to go, I grind my bottom onto him in circles, arching my back, as I consider the people in the crowds, wouldn’t they like to know who was beyond these doors.
I separate my legs further, opening my self up to him, the zip on my dress raised to my hip. I am naked beneath, completely on show to the man dancing on the other side of the mirror - I feel empowered and it thoroughly turns me on.
“You like that do you, baby.” His fingers grasp my inner thighs, sliding inwards with exquisite slowness until finally he plunders me, with one then two fingers and I arch, moaning at the invasion, welcoming it, opening my legs wider. “That’s it baby; open yourself for me. Only me. Every man out there wants you but I’m the only one that will make you come - the only man that will have you. You’re safe in here.”
His finger swoops up and makes contact with my clit, on those words, and I moan into the darkened room. “Oh yes, Seb.”
My dress is open to the waist, leaving me entirely vulnerable, his fingers fucking me, collecting my juices, rubbing my erect nub and then plunging into me, and my rocking increases to create friction. His hand holds my jaw and I twist in his arms, desperate for more contact, his mouth, skin.
“Stay still!” he voice is hoarse.
I choose to nibble his thumb, at my jaw, taking it into my mouth, sucking hard. His swirls around my clit increase and I feel the thrum begin low down inside me.
“Oh, baby, yes.”
Just as the explosion is ready to pop, the window in front of me transforms and I blink, clearing my eyes, as I try to focus on the image of two people getting down and dirty - very down and dirty. The mans fingers, thrusting inside of the woman’s pussy, everything on show, her breasts freed and erect, her eyes knowing and full of wanton confidence; full lips sucking desperately upon the man long fingers in tandem to his invasions - Seb’s fingers.
That woman is me!
My own gasp is the tip that breaks the seal of my impending orgasm, allowing it to spill out freely from my body and lips.
“Oh, my fucking God!”
“Keep watching - every flush, twitch, change in your body as you come down off that cliff. I’m here. I do this to you. Only me.”
We say our goodbyes in seconds. Na’s knowing grin understanding and I have the good grace to shrug and smile back at our desperation. We leave him drinking with jean-Claude and some friends and with Seb’s hand tightly in mine, pulling me hastily; we head in the direction of the exit, his other hand on the phone, as he speaks into it purposefully. We head down two flights of steps, down a small corridor and I struggle to maintain his pace as we push out through the double fire exit doors, where a limo waits. He was always prepared.
I slide into the spacious leather surroundings and immediately kick off my shoes and draw the zip of my dress from the hem to waist, as Sebastian joins me; I knew there was a good reason for buying this dress. The second that the privacy screen which divides us from our driver is frosted, I pounce, unable to keep my hands off him for a moment longer. My hand are on his chest, as I straddle him, resting a leg on either side of his lean hips, consumed by my need to absorb every inch of this delicious man. His hands cup my arse, as trace his lightly stubbled jawline with my finger, looking directly into his eyes, before lowering my mouth to his - hot and hungry and desperate. I slip my tongue inside and hear my own sigh of pleasure as his own reaches out to meet it and his guttural groan as his shuffles back in his seat. I can feel his cock hardening under my pussy, and I rock in small swivelling motions to increase our connection.
“Lu, baby, we’ll be home in ten minutes.”
“I don’t give a fuck - I need you in me…now!”
I reach between us and make fast work unfastening his belt, button fly and pull at his jeans and boxers in unison, drawing them down his hips, his cock springing loose immediately and I lick my lips at the mere sight of him - I’d never get used to his size - that wide engorged velvety length that took me to heaven every time. I look up into his eyes, full of desire, and mirth, his arms now relaxed on either side of us, allowing me full access to his body. “I’m all yours, lady but you won’t need these.”
My panties are ripped from me in one smooth motion, torn from the hip then dragged and thrown to one side and I groan at the liberating sensation of having my wetness rubbing against his hot hard length. I lean in and smash my mouth against his, our teeth clashing and his arms are at my waist lifting me,
I feel his cock being positioned before I’m being slammed back down onto him, clenching tightly around him and the invasion is bliss. The movement of the car is such a rush as I grind myself to take him fully inside me, whilst we kiss, lost in our need. I rock harder and faster, in circles, his hands dropping to my thighs to steady me as we suck tongues and I bite his bottom lip.
Frantic. Brutal. Animalistic.
“I need… you… so… badly!” I throw my head back on a cry as I feel my orgasm begin to climb her way up through my body and I can tell from his breathless pants his own is nearing.
“Lu, you have no idea, how amazing you look right now. I fucking love you!”
We’ve come so far, been through so much together in the short time we’ve been dating, have been united in our passion for one another and I throw myself to abandon, crazy with sexual desire for this man that is my everything. I can’t get enough of him; he’s inside me, beneath me, at my touch but it’s still not enough, it’s never enough. I dip my teeth to graze his neck, spreads my palm and push against his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to gain better access, panting and unrelenting with our fucking, his heart beating erratically under my fingers.
“Jesus, Lu - fuck!” He hisses through clenched teeth as I feel the hot spurts of his semen begin to fill me, and his hand gripping my bottom, joining us tightly.
I arch my back, tilting myself further, my clit rubbing against his pelvis and I’m immediately sent spinning, off over my cliff as the second orgasm in 15 minutes rips through my limps, and lays me limp across his body. His lips find mine, searching always for a connection and I palm either side of his cheeks, gazing deeply into his eyes, as I remain across his hips, with him firmly inside me.
“I adore you Sebastian Silver.”
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