Chapter Sixteen #2
“You mean reading more lies about me?” His eyes glittering, he loomed over me, and my heart thudded so loudly—how could he not hear it?
“Not everything’s about you.”
His lips kicked up in a sinful grin. “In my world it is. And that world includes you. So unless you want to give your neighbors a free show, you’d better let me in, because I’m going to kiss you.”
I should tell him to go away. That I didn’t want him. But my hands were already reaching for his face, and he pushed the door open as we stumbled inside my apartment. I opened my mouth to his tongue and sucked it greedily.
“Don’t run from me again. I promise I’ll come find you.”
I couldn’t speak, too caught up in need and want.
I sank to my knees and yanked his sweats to his ankles.
He wore compression underwear that highlighted every bump of his gorgeous dick.
I peeled it off, freeing his cock, and I hummed with pleasure as I took him in my mouth.
He was large, thick, and hot, and he filled my throat to the point of gagging, but I didn’t care.
I wanted it, wanted him to make me feel.
“Mon dieu,” he cried and flung his head back. He held my head lightly as I bobbed up and down, swirling my lips on the wide head. His hips rolled and thrust gently. “I can’t stop.”
I ran my hands up those tree-trunk thighs to his balls and rolled them before sliding my fingers past his taint to the cleft of his ass. “Do you like that?” I whispered, coming off his cock to rub my cheek against its steely length.
“I like everything you do.”
I wet my thumb and slipped it past his rim. “How about that?” I took him between my lips.
“Fuck,” he shouted and came, his hot seed filling my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, wiping my chin from the overflow. Still on my knees, I looked up at his flushed face, and his steady dark eyes bore into mine as he pulled his clothes up.
“Come here,” he demanded, and I rose, a bit unsteady on my feet when he grasped me by my nape and kissed me. I gripped his sweat shirt in my hands, drawing him close. “I want to taste myself on you.”
We continued kissing, and he backed me up until we reached my couch.
He pushed me down, and I twisted my fingers in his hair as he removed my clothes.
I was in so deep, I didn’t care that I lay naked and vulnerable in my living room.
At that point I’d let him do anything he wanted just to feel him again.
“Fuck me, you’re so perfect.” He smoothed his hands over my chest, tweaking my nipples, and I moaned softly. “Know what I like?” I clenched my fists as he nibbled and sucked at one, then the other. “Watching you under me.”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t catch my breath. He lowered his mouth on my cock, and I was so on the edge, I knew I wouldn’t last.
“Denis,” I whispered, and he met my gaze even as his tongue worked me. I couldn’t keep from crying out. My body throbbed, and my skin burned. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t ever stop.”
To my dismay, he pulled off and dragged my legs apart. “Too quick. I need to make you last.”
He buried his face in my ass, his tongue thrusting into my hole. Denis held me open and licked and sucked my ass, and I screamed for release.
“Fuck me, please. I can’t take it. Denis.” I flailed, my nails scraping his shoulders.
He returned to my leaking dick, and I couldn’t hold off anymore. I came so hard, I must’ve passed out. I opened my eyes and he was next to me on the couch, holding me close.
“Le petit mort,” he murmured. “The little death. A beautiful sight to see.”
My head rested on his shoulder, and I sighed into his neck. “Are you cuddling me?” His arms tightened, and I grinned. “Big, tough Denis Bouvier a cuddler. Who knew?”
His lips brushed my hair. “No one, mon c?ur. Only with you.”
I rolled my eyes and squeezed out a laugh. “Now I know you’re lying.”
He shoved me. “Liar? You’d better look me in the face when you insult me. Otherwise you’re a coward.”
I turned my head away from him instead. “This wasn’t supposed to happen again. I thought it would be a one-time thing, and we’d forget about it.”
Long, rough fingers tipped my chin up. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes…no…I-I don’t know.” Why couldn’t I shut up? This happened every time Denis came near. I went from a strong, self-possessed man, to a hormone-driven teenager who couldn’t stop thinking about sex.
“Yes, you do. Be honest for once, goddamn it.”
“You should go,” I said through numb lips.
“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”
“About what? The fact that we’re sexually attracted to each other? Fine. I’ll admit it. Now will you leave me alone?” Aware I was naked, I scrambled away from him and threw on my clothes. “I need to prepare for work tomorrow.”
“If you want to lie to me, go ahead. But what I can’t figure out is why you’re lying to yourself. And not just about us. If you keep too many secrets, you might forget the truth.” He got to his feet and dressed. “I hope you figure it out.”
I kept my head down as he walked out the door.