Chapter 11 #2
Few people haunted the park around the tower, and the shops were all closed and dark, a sense of desertion hanging over the place.
Taylor put her phone away and hugged me. “Thank you for being here for this.”
“Anytime,” I murmured into her hair.
The lass pushed up onto her tiptoes, and suddenly my arms were full of her and her lips were meeting mine.
Finally.
Hours ago, on the plane, she’d tortured me with her game. Now, she tortured me with a hot, deep kiss, her hands gripping my biceps before sneaking under my jacket to untuck my shirt and caress my stomach.
“What are you up to?” I said against her mouth.
“Feeling you up. All night, I’ve had to watch these muscles rippling under your shirt. Now I want to bite your skin.”
One hand travelled south, and she took hold of my junk through my jeans.
“Fuck,” I yelped.
“Ah, you’re hard. Always ready. I want you so bad it actually hurts.”
“We are not having sex here,” I managed, though every atom of my being wanted otherwise.
“Who said anything about sex? I’m not getting my cooch out here, it’s freezing. You, on the other hand…” She gave me a meaningful look then darted her gaze around us. Then she took my hand and led me away from the tower and towards a stand of trees, large heavy blossoms creating a canopy.
“How do you feel about getting your mind blown under a flowering magnolia?” she quipped, ducking under the damp branches.
“You have to be kidding me.” I didn’t sound convincing even to myself.
Taylor pushed me against the tree trunk then kissed me.
“Taylor. We could get caught.”
“I know.” Her fingers made light work of my belt and jeans button, freeing my dick. “Doesn’t that make this hotter?”
It did. Oh fuck it did.
She left my lips and kissed down my neck, then my chest.
“You’re really doing this.” I groaned, really wanting her to do this.
“Don’t try to stop me.”
“Wasn’t.” I slipped off my jacket then dropped it to her feet.
She knelt on it, her eyes bright with danger.
As soon as she took me inside her hot mouth, my last resistance crumbled. The heat. The wet slide. All my nerve endings caught alight.
She tongued the end of my dick and peeked up at me. “You better get off quickly. Who knows who could walk by.”
“You’re crazy.” I squeezed closed my eyes and knocked my head against the tree bark. Still, I gripped her head and held on for dear life.
Taylor grasped hold of my thigh with one hand and my balls with the other. I muttered every swear word I knew and concentrated on the intense sensation of delight.
Oh fuck, she knew exactly how to work me.
Taylor pulled lightly on my balls, fondling them while she sucked on my dick. Sliding me in and out of her mouth. The suction driving me wild.
In an embarrassingly short time, I was breathing hard. I stole an anxious glance at the dark park beyond the trees. People moved under the streetlights, but they were far enough away not to be a problem. Yet.
The lass gave me no let-up. She moaned, and I thickened more inside her mouth. My orgasm closed in, frantic and surging.
“Taylor.” I gritted out the only warning I could give.
She didn’t slow for a second, instead ramping up her efforts until I was dragging in air, my whole body alight.
Just a little longer. One more slide…
Ahead of us, through the trees, the tower blazed into light. Two powerful spotlights shone across the city from the top, and each tier lit in a shimmering display. The tower fucking sparkled, and I lost my mind.
“Fuck!” I burst out and then I came. Hard. Gripping Taylor’s head and thrusting into her mouth.
She drank me down, seeing me out to the very last pulse.
Dizzy, I stilled, acutely aware that I’d shouted. Luckily, if anyone had been around, hopefully the tower’s light would’ve been more of a draw than investigating my roar.
“That was hot,” she said, rising. “It was like you powered the light show with your dick.”
My brain had fuzzed out too much to talk, so I choked on a laugh and hugged her instead. Then I righted my jeans and jacket, trying to steady my breathing.
“You okay?” Taylor slipped her hand into mine, and we stooped under the low branches and made our way back to the path.
“Perfect,” I replied. “Mind blown.”
“It wasn’t your mind I was working on,” she quipped. “But I’ll take it.”
Then a thought struck me. “Not that I didn’t appreciate the fuck out of that, but it was risky. What happens if someone recognises you when you’re out with me? Won’t that screw up your plans?”
Her engagement would be a media circus, surely.
Taylor raised a shoulder. “No one knows me, not yet. And certainly not here. I’ll keep away from the cameras at the gigs.”
“Gigs? Plural? You’re hanging around?”
She tucked in closer. “For a couple.”
We passed a group walking the other direction, and heat and a certain smugness stole over me. We’d got away with public indecency. How about that? Plus, I had this wild and crazy woman for a while longer.
If I didn’t think past the end of the week, things looked good.
At the hotel, we found a quiet corner and kissed goodnight, then I took up my bed for a few hours of rest before the circus started all over again.
In the bright sunshine of the following morning, snapping shots of the band under and on the Eiffel Tower, the sprawling city as our backdrop, I couldn’t stop my grin.
Self-preservation had me forcing down thoughts of the night before, or I’d never get a good shot, but the good feeling was there to stay.
Later this afternoon, when I saw Taylor again, I’d try to work out a way to return the favour.
Either way, for now, the lass was mine.