by Noelle Mack
“Nothing doing. I draw the line there, Marc,” Bryan laughed. “Paws on the pavement. A dog must be a dog.”
Marc grinned and shook another Gauloise out of the pack. He cupped his hands around the end and lit it, squinting at Marc through the smoke. “It is a deal. Settle your bill at the hotel and take a taxi over. We live in the Marais.”
“Is that in Paris?”
“Bien sûr.”
7
G ood enough. He’d lugged his stuff over to Marc and Achille’s apartment in the Marais. It looked like an interesting neighborhood, with old buildings and a variety of people.
Okay, a lot seemed to assume that he, Bryan, was gay, but since they didn’t seem to care one way or the other, he decided that he didn’t either.
Their apartment was spacious, with eccentric décor that looked like odd wayfarers had put their feet up on it. He’d stashed his stuff in a gigantic Moroccan trunk and been solemnly introduced to a tiny Chihuahua named Jimmy which trembled when he patted it, then licked his hand. The dog stayed on the floor, studying him with bulging eyes.
“You see, he approves,” Marc said. He scooped the dog and handed it to Achille, a very tall, brawny man whose huge hands almost engulfed it.
Marc’s boyfriend nodded. “We only let people stay if Jimmy likes them.” He rubbed the dog’s head affectionately and the Chihuahua closed its eyes and panted.
“Where are you going?” Marc asked him.
“To the Boulevard des Batignolles for squash blossoms and whatever else catches my fancy.” Achille put the dog in one of the cavernous pockets of his canvas jacket and Jimmy settled down as if he were used to traveling there.
“I’ll come with you. Do you want to go, Bryan?” Marc asked. “It is an organic farmer’s market. Very good produce.”
“Ah—” he hesitated. “I was thinking of heading over to Odette’s. I could give her a bunch of carrots but I don’t think she’d be too thrilled.”
“No, she wouldn’t,” Marc laughed. “Bien. There are towels in the cupboard in the bathroom. Help yourself to whatever you need and do whatever you want and we will see you when we see you.”
“Thanks, guys.”
Achille stuffed several string bags in his other pocket and the two men left, calling out good-byes as they went down the stairs.
He’d gotten cleaned up and shaved, then unfolded a map to figure out how to get back to Odette’s.
It was past seven, she ought to be home by now. He’d tried her cell, nothing doing there, and left a message. There was no answer at her office number.
Bryan didn’t feel like sitting here or wandering around his new neighborhood when he knew she had to be overwhelmed. He would just get there, because it would take a while, then call her again.
It took longer than he thought. He wasn’t on her street until after nine. Negotiating a big, unfamiliar city was kind of a pain until you got the lay of the land, and Paris was a mix of straight, wide boulevards that went on forever, and crooked little streets that doubled back on themselves.
Anyway, he made it.
Bryan stood on the cobblestones outside her building and punched in her number. It rang as he looked up at her windows, hoping to see a glimpse of her in her apartment. He thought he did but he couldn’t be sure. Very faintly, he heard her phone ring and then stop.
Huh. The lights were on.
He tried the number again and this time she answered.
“Hello, Bryan.” Her voice sounded weary.
“Oh—yes, it’s me.” Why was he surprised that the French had caller ID? Her neighborhood was so old-fashioned that it seemed out of place. “Um, how are you doing?”
“I have found out nothing.”
“Want to talk about it?”
She sighed heavily. “Where are you?”
“On the street where you live.” Should he burst into the song and get all romantic? Nah. It probably wouldn’t make her smile, let alone laugh.
“Okay. Then come up.”
“You sure? Maybe you’re not in the mood for company.” He heard a tapping and looked up.
She was at her window, phone to her ear, gazing down at him. Her mouth was turned down in a sad frown and her hair was pinned up. Around her body was a towel that didn’t conceal all of her, but it was trying.
“I was about to take a bath,” she said.
“Aha. Want your back washed?”
He saw her dash away tears with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone.
“Yes. I do.”
“Be right there.” He clicked the phone shut, slipped it into his jacket pocket, and made his move. Buzzed through the door, he ran up the stairs to her apartment, taking her in his arms the second he stepped in.
She was struggling to hang on to her towel, hug him back, and rub at her swollen eyes. The towel lost.
Bryan didn’t have a problem with that.
But he wasn’t going to use her misery as an excuse to jump her. No, he would rot in the hell reserved for Men Who Just Didn’t Care About Anyone But Themselves if he did that.
He would wash her back. Rub her feet. Wipe away her tears. Soothe her. Comfort her.
Then he would jump her. If she wanted him to.
There were trails of fragrant steam issuing from the bathroom, and she padded that way. He actually had never seen her just walking around in an everyday way. She looked fantastic.
Her beautifully shaped, strong legs weren’t the only beneficiaries of her jump-for-joy lifestyle. Her butt, from the back, was just as toned and amazingly curvy too.
Do not grab, he told himself. He followed, waiting for the moment when she would turn around and kiss him again.
But she didn’t, because she was sniffling and too proud to cry in front of him for long. He kept a respectful distance, even though it killed him. Odette stopped by the tub and bent down to test the water temperature with her hand.
“Smells good,” he said. “What is that?”
“Lavender essence from Provence. I was hoping to go there in June. But now, with this business of the theft, I will not.”
“Is it that bad, Odette?”
She flicked the water off her fingertips and absentmindedly took the hand he proffered to climb into her bath.
“I spoke to an investigator today. He says it will take months to resolve.”
“Why?” He watched one of her feet touch the bottom of the bath through the clear water, and then the other. She stood there unself-consciously, curling her toes as she bent down to splash lavender-scented water on her thighs. She was like a goddamn nymph. A nymph with a multimillion-dollar business empire to run.
“There is no telling where the designs and whoever paid to have them stolen will turn up. He will begin in Paris, but he is sure they have gone halfway around the world. He wants to fly to Asia and work his way through all those countries—ahhh.”
She squatted down in the water and her ass cheeks parted as she balanced on her heels. Then she got on all fours, about to turn over and loll in the enormous bathtub.
Bryan swallowed hard when Odette looked up at him. Her pinned-up hair had a few tendrils coming down, curling over her shoulders and down the nape of her neck. “Do we have to talk about it now?”
“No. Hell, no.”
“Good.” She went down into the water, and did a tuck and roll that gave him a glimpse of pink pussy, then sat with her knees folded and sticking up out of the bath.
She rested her back against the smooth porcelain, taking a minute to pull out her hairpins, which she handed to him. Bryan didn’t say anything, just watched her slide down until only her face and the points of her breasts were above the water.
Her hair slowly unfurled into mermaid locks that waved softly. She stared straight up at the ceiling and he looked down at her. He used a hand to adjust his cock, which was responding in a big, big way to the beautiful sight of Odette in her bath.
Eventually she rose, sleeking her hair back over her head and shivering
a little.
“Please close the door,” she asked him. “There is a draft.”
“What? Oh, sure,” he said.
“You can sit down.”
He found a stool and sat, then just looked at her with awe. Just like this, with no makeup and dripping wet, she looked more beautiful than ever.
Bryan was hot and beginning to sweat. “Mind if I strip down some?” he asked.
“No.”
He pulled off his top, then resumed his position on the stool. “This is great. I like my new job as goddess washer. What do you want done first?”
That got a teeny smile from her. It was a start.
“My back.”
She sat up and turned around, presenting her glistening back to him. Bryan sighed and got his hands wet, then reached for the soap, lathering it up in his hands.
Odette took her hair and twisted the water out of it, then let the long twist drip over her breasts, sighing when his soaped-up hands stroked her back.
Down and down, then around in sensual circles. The soap foam dissolved in the water that lapped at her waist. Too bad he couldn’t see her ass as well as before.
She enjoyed what he was doing and murmured appreciatively under her breath.
Bryan found a washcloth, soaked it, and scrubbed every sweet inch of her that he could reach. His cloth-covered hand moved under her arms and gave each breast a stimulating, sloppy rubdown.
He gritted his teeth when he saw the foam he’d created drip from one erect nipple as she leaned forward. Then her own hand came up out of the water and she twirled the soapy nipple in her fingertips. Then the other.
She closed her eyes. “It feel so good,” she said softly. “It is all right to forget for a while, n’est-ce pas?”
“Hell fucking yes,” he muttered. “Best thing you could do.”
Self-serving advice, but it happened to be right. He shifted position on the stool so his straining cock wouldn’t die trapped.
Odette turned toward him, raising her arms. “Do both at once,” she said.
He soaped up his hands and the dripping cloth, and washed both her breasts in slow circles, mesmerized by the foam moving over them and dissolving in the bathwater.
Then she rose to her knees and slid her fingers into her pussy, masturbating for him while he attended to her breasts. She used both hands after a little while, and the pressure of her arms made her breasts squeeze together and stick out.
If her nipples hadn’t been covered in soap, he would have fastened his mouth on them and sucked her hard. He just kept rubbing. After a minute, he dropped the washcloth in the bath and sluiced her down with it when he found it again.
The fragrance of lavender and aroused woman mingled with the steam, making him giddy with desire.
He wondered if she was going to come. He wanted to watch every second of it. He’d get his chance sooner or later.
Bryan loved her like this. Purely emotional, totally sensual. Her eyes closed, the last trace of the tears she’d shed washed away, her lips parted, her face a little flushed.
The thick twist of hair over her shoulder still trickled clear water and it ran down right between her breasts and into her bellybutton.
Impulsively, Bryan bent forward and licked it up, rimming the pretty hole to nowhere with the tip of his tongue.
Odette trembled and stopped what she was doing, running her fingers into his hair instead.
“Keep masturbating,” he said, rising up to catch a half kiss. “I like watching you.”
“Mmm,” she protested. “I will, in a moment.”
She bent to pull the plug and the soapy water quickly drained. On all fours, she fiddled with the taps until she got the water going again, hotter this time, and she jammed the plug back in.
“Now that I am clean, I want to soak for a little longer.”
“Whatever.” He wasn’t going to argue.
She rolled around like a seal, then got comfortable with a folded towel behind her neck. And spread her legs.
Under the shimmering surface of the water, Bryan watched her fingers slide into her pussy, then pull out to pinch her clit.
Odette sighed with satisfaction. “I like to know you’re watching.”
Watching wasn’t a strong enough word. His eyes were riveted to her semi-private pleasure. He’d picked the right time to come over, that was for sure.
“But I don’t want to come just yet,” she was saying.
“Whatever you want, however you want it, is fine with me.”
“Bien,” she whispered. “Now that I am very clean, I want your finger in my anus. A bit of submissiveness is good for a woman.”
“If you say so.”
The provocative look in her dark eyes was anything but submissive. Odette turned and got on all fours, showing him her wet behind. There were two red spots where she’d been sitting on it, and between, nestled snugly and swollen, were her labia.
Yes, he’d seen all that before, but not quite like this.
She rested her face on the folded towel and closed her eyes. He looked around for lube and found some in a basket by the bath. “Got it,” he said. “You like to play like this in the bath, I take it.”
“Mm-hm,” she murmured, still not opening her eyes. “Sometimes I put a small toy in my behind. If I must make myself come, I want to come hard.”
“How do you hold it in?” he asked, breathing hard.
“I have one that straps around my waist and up through my thighs.
“I want to see that. But first—” He put a dab of lube on her squeaky-clean hole, not waiting for permission. Odette gave a little, ladylike groan as he thrust his finger in.
“There you go. Your asshole is hot, honey. Just like the rest of you.”
She drew in a breath and moved to let him penetrate her a little more deeply. Her arms were folded now, pressing down on the towel as she turned her head from side to side.
“Do you have a fantasy that goes along with this?” he asked, about ready to explode in his jeans.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Of a man I do not know watching me in the bath…then entering…and taking his pleasure. He uses his finger and then a dildo. Then he makes me keep it in my ass as he fucks me.”
“Who’s on top?”
“I am,” Odette whispered. “Experiencing double penetration.”
“Got it. And you’re going to get it.” He gave her several more skillful thrusts, enjoying her squirming.
He pulled out his finger and rinsed it, then her, rising as he gave her happy ass several stinging slaps with the wet washcloth. Odette reached down and pulled the plug, breathing fast with anticipation, not thinking of anything but sex.
Fantastic. He couldn’t fix everything that had just gone wrong, but he sure as hell could take care of her physical needs. Bryan grinned and gave his hot cock a squeeze inside his jeans, leaving a wet mark on the fly.
He helped her up and gave her a raw kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and pressing up against her.
Odette reached down and frantically fondled his cock, moaning into the kiss.
“So where’s the toy?” he asked.
She pushed him away and reached up to a cabinet, taking out a slender dildo attached to thin straps from a box.
“Put it on.”
She stepped into as if she were putting on a dainty pair of panties. The dildo bobbed at the back and the head of it bumped her ass cheeks as she pulled the straps up over her hips.
“How do you—”
She took the tube of lube, twisting her body at the waist to smear some on the head.
Then she turned all the way around and bent all the way down, her behind at the level of his waist. “Spread me. Guide it in.”
Her wanton pose made his breath catch but he did what she said, first finding the tiny clasp that released all the straps at once. Odette sighed as the head of the toy stretched open her anus and she groaned with deep pleasure when Bryan pushed it in.
Then
she stood up again, snapping the straps that held it inside her bottom.
“Do you want to be on top?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, “but not here. In the bedroom.”
Walking sensually—he guessed it added to her pleasure—she led the way, and he shucked the rest of his clothes in about three seconds when they got there.
Bryan stretched out on the bed. He spread his legs to ease his aching balls, then pulled on his taut scrotum as he closed them again. He rolled on the condom she handed him without taking a beat. “C’mon and ride me,” he said.
His cock was so erect he had to force it to bend as she straddled him.
For the second time in five minutes he guided something into her. Only this time the head was his. Even sheathed in a tight condom, it was ultra-sensitive, wanting to get between her legs and pump, be milked by her clenching pussy…and rubbed through her pussy walls by the dildo in her other hole.
She pushed down on his rod and moved his hand around to between her ass cheeks. “Fuck me in both,” she moaned. “I want it double.”
Beyond thinking, he just did it. His arms were long enough to reach around her easily.
Stroke for stroke, he matched her rhythm as she clutched his chest, digging her nails in, taking a hard ride on his unbelievably stiff cock and taking it in the ass from him simultaneously.
Odette began to scream under her breath with the sheer pleasure of it.
Her soft bottom tensed with each of her downward thrusts, touching and bouncing on his balls.
Bryan groaned, not able to keep from…ohhh…yes. Here it came. In thick spurts, he shot his load as she pounded even faster, rubbing the clit that the on-top position kept exposed inside her spread labia.
One of his hands stretched open to its utmost to keep the dildo rammed up inside her as she came too, bucking wildly, frantic for release.
He eased it out, fumbling for the tiny clasp that released the straps and removing the dildo as she collapsed over him. “Shhh…there you go,” he whispered into her hair. The still-wet locks cooled his hot face. “You okay, baby?”
She nodded without speaking, burying her face against his neck as she came back to reality.
Slowly.
