Chapter 11
KYLIE
Luc placed his hand on my hip, his thumb stroked as he guided me toward the restaurant exit. His hand burned where it landed, reigniting the fire he had lit when he sent me into the bathroom to remove my panties.
I wanted him to handle me, to be handled by him. As we talked, I realized just how much I wanted to be with him.
Yeah, this was much different from the last date I had gone on, where I had purposely consumed more wine than necessary with the hopes that it would lower my inhibitions enough to make the sex good.
I doubted that Luc would have believed my faked enthusiasm or supported my ‘fake it till you make it’ mentality.
I leaned in, standing chest high. I estimated his height to be over six feet, at least six feet three inches. I liked it—no, I loved it—both the size difference and his confidence, which I had initially attributed to our age difference. Some men might have come off as cocky, but not Luc.
His words, “I need control,” replayed in my head, causing me to stumble as I squeezed my thighs together.
“What are you thinking about, baby girl?” Luc whispered in my ear, his stubble tickling the skin.
I leaned into him, a sharp intake of breath as I felt my entire body come alive.
“I’m replaying the part of the date where you told me you needed control.”
“Do you have a safe word, Kylie?” He asked, eyes boring into me.
“Red,” I whispered.
“No pain?”
I nodded, “And no humiliation.”
His vehicle pulled up in front of the restaurant, and he walked me around to the passenger side of the black Audi S7. I got into the car and watched him walk around the front, placing a tip in the attendant’s hand before sliding into his seat easily.
“Your next few answers will determine whether we need to stop on the way home or not. I’m clean. Have you been tested recently?”
“Yes, I’m clean too.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No, I don’t like hormonal birth control, and the IUD process scares me.”
“Okay, I need to stop for condoms then,” he said.
“I have some,” I answered.
His eyes were on the road as he merged into traffic.
“What kind?”
“The normal kind? Latex?”
“What size?” Luc asked as he approached a convenience store.
“Regular.”
He detoured quickly, pulling in front of the store and putting the car in park.
“I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he shopped and paid, and when he returned to the car, he placed the bag in the center console. I peeked in the bag. Ohp. Extra large.
“You know, my high school sex-ed teacher said the regular-sized will fit almost everyone. There’s a lot of stretch. He even demonstrated on his forearm.”
Luc lifted his brows and smirked. “We can play with both later; I’ll let you be the judge. But rest assured, you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. These are just more comfortable for me.”
I watched as we drove past my new apartment. A few blocks away, he pulled up in front of a brownstone and parked in a numbered spot for residents.
“We got lucky, the neighbor usually takes all the spots. I’ll bring it to the garage later.”
Luc parked the car and ran around the front to open my door. I did my best not to flash anyone who might be on the street, very much aware of the fact that my panties were still in Luc’s pocket.
“Don’t be shy now, Kylie. I’m going to give you a quick tour of my place, but then I expect you naked and on your knees. Got it?”
He must have seen something in my expression because he paused before unlocking the front door.
“Second thoughts?” he asked. Damn, he was perceptive; he picked up on the slightest change in my mood.
“No, I just had hoped we could kiss first?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest, with a slight flush of embarrassment.
His eyes softened, and he cupped my cheek in his hands, again drawing my attention to our size difference. His thumb stroked my bottom lip and gently brushed his lips against mine.
“Like this?” he asked—his mouth inches from mine.
“More, please,” I whispered.
He walked backward through the front door, guiding me with him, eyes locked on mine.
“Oh, Kylie, I plan to kiss you,” he said, his lips dancing along my jawline just before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. My entire body arched into him, seeking his warmth.
“Hmm,” I let out in appreciation of the contact.
“But within the boundaries of what we discussed, I plan to tease you until you’re begging me. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Luc rewarded me with a short kiss, my lips opening as his tongue licked into my mouth. My hand snaked behind his neck seconds before he pulled away, my wrist captured in his firm grip.
“You haven’t earned more…yet. Tour first, then play.”
Oh damn, my nipples, already pebbled, had practically turned to stone. A quick look down at the front of my dress, and yes, it showed.
He smirked again as he watched where my gaze had landed.
“Yes, I can see that, Kylie. And I promise you, I will take care of you tonight. Every ache you have? I will ease it - eventually and multiple times. But first, you need to earn it.”
Holy fuck, Luc owned the entire brownstone. Not just an apartment but the entire three floors, back patio, and roof access. Did baseball coaching pay this much? I didn’t think so.
Once we were on the rooftop, he took me to the end of the balcony and placed my hand on the edge.
“Imagine this,” he said, his wrist locking both my hands in a mock binding, “You, bound, gagged, watching the city as I fuck you.”
He pressed his entire length against my back, the rigid length of his erection pressed into my back. I arched into him, my body craving the physical connection.
“Do you like the thought that someone might see you?” he asked, his hand moving around the front of me, one hand cupping my breast, his thumb easily finding my nipple through the fabric of my dress.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I love the thought that someone might see me, see us.”
With his free hand, he unzipped my dress; I gasped as the cool night air hit my naked flesh, goosebumps pebbling across every inch of my skin.
“My God, Kylie, you’re fucking perfect.”
And for that moment, I believed him, my body humming to life. And I purred in response. I fucking purred.
He snaked a hand around my waist, drawing my body flush against his.
“Lean back, baby. I got you.”
And I did; I relaxed into a trust fall as his forearm rested between my breasts, his hand wrapping around my throat, the steady pressure providing reassurance that he had me. With that firm grip and that gruff, sexy voice saying, ‘I got you,’ he fucking had me.
Heat surged between my legs, and the dull ache that had been there since I walked into the restaurant throbbed painfully.
And when his finger found my clit, my brain spent only a split-second wondering how he’d found something so easily that every past partner found elusive, almost to the point where I thought my nerve endings had died…
“Fuck,” slipped out of my mouth.
My body went limp against his as he curved two fingers deep inside me, thumb working my clit. I struggled to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss the sight of the city.
“It’s okay, Kylie. Close your eyes. I got you.”
I got you. I got you. Repeated in my head as I pressed my hips into his hand and as he found the place deep inside me that I thought was dead.
My head lolled. Breathing was no longer something I could control. I heard a moan, though the fact that it was mine couldn’t penetrate the lust-filled haze that had surrounded me.
“You’re so beautiful, Kylie. Anyone could see you up here, falling apart in my hands. Let go, baby girl.”
And with that, the absolute last bit of control I had in me slipped away.
My body relaxed into him, his fingers quickening their pace, the pressure building.
And when the orgasm hit, the waves began deep inside me.
My body started trembling before being overcome by convulsions of pleasure that continued as Luc’s fingers worked me through the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
And as he turned me to face him, I turned into a pile of mush, craving closeness, needing more, needing him, his skin.
I clawed at the hem of his shirt, trying to get to his flesh underneath. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss as he easily scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
And where I was sated moments ago, I was feral and ready for more.
“More?” he asked.
“God, yes. Please.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”