PerpetualPleasure (2 page)

“No, you don’t understand.
I
do the cooking,” she
informed him.

His smile both warmed and alarmed her. “Not tonight, you
don’t.”

This was dangerous. This was beyond anything she let herself
indulge in, and it felt fabulous. His touch felt fabulous.

Lucie promptly pushed back any uneasiness that tried to
surface at the thought of using him. She gave as good as she got. She sent them
on their way smiling. No questions asked, no promises or demands made.

Judging from his hungry stare, she could still run the show,
pace him, control this. She could still feed on his desire, as long as she
remembered to curb her own.

“Where do you start, honey?”

“I start with fondling everywhere except the most erogenous
zones. You know what those are, don’t you?”

“Let’s see.” He gripped her hips and ushered her to a chaise
nearby.

Her legs bumped against the edge of the large antique piece.

“Take a seat, Miss…”

“Marcotte,” she said and did as told.

Keeping his eyes on hers as he knelt before her, he asked,
“And does the lovely Miss Marcotte have a first name?”

He grasped her ankle and started opening the clasp of her
slingback.

Say something!

Some former alias, maybe? She would never see him again.
What did it matter what name she gave him?

“Lucienne.” The name given to her at birth. “But everyone
calls me Lucie.”

He caressed the arch of her foot, set it down and went on to
rid her of the other shoe. The dress still clung to her, the silk cool against
her heated skin. He gripped the edges of the front, gathering fistfuls. “Now.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra. She wasn’t wearing anything
underneath the dress. Creamy skin was all he would see. Swollen nipples, soft
belly and full hips. Shapely thighs she would part for him in blatant
invitation and the smooth slit of her pussy he would readily fuck.

“I want you on your back,” he said in a tone that brooked no
argument.

Yeah, the man was a goner.

She reclined as he came to sit beside her on the comfortable
chaise.

His cock jutted between his thighs, dark, inviting. His eyes
shone with lust, the rich amber yielding to the black of his dilated pupils.
His hands held to the edges of her dress, trembling barely noticeably, but she
could feel it on her skin. She could feel the effect of him everywhere, from
her fluttering heart through wobbly limbs all the way down to her drenched
pussy.

Expecting him to be all over her in a heartbeat, Lucie
closed her eyes and waited. She had marveled at the size and strength of his
erection, she could hear the strain in his voice, knew what it meant and what
would follow.

It made things that much easier, the rushed heat in men,
their driving need to take instant pleasure and a quick fix when the
opportunity was offered to them. Few refused to rise to the occasion and the
majestic Mr. Moore was seconds away from pulling on a condom as if he couldn’t
get it on fast enough, pushing her thighs apart and thrusting into her in a
frenzy.

Everything she could never succumb to or she would go out of
her mind longing for it, she saw in men as they fucked her. Pleasure, need,
fire, abandon—raging unbridled. She fed on it, and this man promised a feast
fit for a queen.

Except nothing happened.

Nothing but his slow hands gently caressing her hair but not
her face. His big, warm palms went down her shoulders but avoided touching her
breasts. They followed the dip and swell of her waist and hips where he stopped
to knead and squeeze at her softly. He sailed past her mound to her legs,
careful not to touch the sensitive skin of her inner thighs or the curve of her
ass. He only stroked and followed the contours of her outer thighs and calves.

His rough skin and firm hold felt exquisite, too damn
wonderful for her to let him go on with it for much longer. To keep feeling
what he made her feel as his hands ascended the same way, slow, sensuous,
massaging here and petting there, until she didn’t know which way to writhe to
escape him.

“Keep still, honey, or I’ll restrain you.”

She didn’t care for helplessness and she didn’t care for
submission but this man made it hard for her to remember why. Her whole body
had become an erogenous zone under his ministrations. Then again she couldn’t
recall a man covering as much skin as the Scotsman did, caressing her from head
to toe as if he had all the time in the world and relished the task.

“You don’t have to,” she tried weakly.

“Oh but I want to,” he said thickly. “I absolutely insist.”

Her eyes fluttered open to stare at the abandoned expression
of the magnificent man in front of her, a man looking as if she had been
fondling him and not the other way around.

“You good?” he asked.

“Fine,” she sighed.

His eyes lit up. “Let’s see if we can’t make it extra fine
for you. What next?”

Before Lucie could stop herself, she blurted, “Put your
hands where you haven’t already.” Her moves, her MO, guaranteed to drive men
wild, now worked against her with every move he made.

You’re going to regret this. Tell him to fuck you now or
make him stop or you will regret this for the rest of your life. And that’s all
eternity.

His hand stole to her breast. With his knuckles he brushed
the underside of one globe before moving to caress the other with the tips of
his fingers, barely touching, merely grazing.

Lucie felt like panting.

Her breast disappeared into his palm.

“Oh.”

He kneaded her softly, gently.

“That feels good. So good,” she heard herself whisper.
“Harder.”

Yes, why not, even if his mouth was now so close to hers she
could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. That warmth spilled into her as
his mouth landed on hers, the kiss quickly deepening into a slow exploration as
he crouched over her, caging her in like a beast savoring its prey. He didn’t
thrust his tongue inside her mouth as some of her former lovers had tried to. He
kept her riveted where she lay with nothing more than the press of his lips on
hers and his hand on her breast.

Slowly, one big palm trailed the curves of her neck and
nape. He cupped her face, moaning into the kiss, his lips hot and firm.

She wasn’t kissing him back, not properly, but she wasn’t
fighting him either, even if her hands clenched in fists.

“Maybe you need another serving to make up your mind on that
one,” he whispered against her mouth. Kneading her breast softly, he deepened
the kiss. She opened her mouth to him on a whimper, only making it worse. He
pressed his lips tightly on hers to taste her more deeply and flicked his thumb
over the rosy bead until she moaned into his mouth and arched to meet his hand.

“Do you like the feel of me on you, little Lucie? Because I
love how you feel under my hands…how you taste.”

He pressed his mouth to her neck. She shivered. He nipped
her softly, lips skating over warm skin. Tremors ran through her with every
light caress as he kissed his way from her jaw to her nape, over her throat to
her ear and the sensitive spot of skin beneath, so responsive she gasped.

“Such a tasty treat, Lucie. But I’m not sated.”

He gave her nipple a flick with the tip of his tongue. She
jerked but stayed silent. He tugged hard at the tight peak, creating a live
wire straight from her breast through her gut to her pussy. And she could feel
the effect of his mouth on her breast all the way between her legs as he licked
her, rolled over the swollen bead until the fists she had made flew open. So
did her eyes, and the cry Lucie had tried to hold back tore free.

“Like this, honey?” He gave her another hard tug before
pursing his lips on the swollen bead in a gentler caress. “Open your legs for
me.”

Feeling like a sack of bricks sinking fast, Lucie tried to
move.

“Wider,” he demanded, and she did her best to please him.

“Better,” he said. He ran his knuckles between her breasts
and down her belly and slipped his hand between her thighs. He rubbed her pussy
lips for a moment, careful not to touch her clit, only the flesh around it. His
fingers skated up and down, pressing and caressing in a sensuous tease she
could feel to the pits of her pussy, while his mouth went back to torture her
breasts. He flicked her nipples with his tongue one moment, licked languorously
the next, only to suck at her breasts with such force she bucked against him.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” She was going to come. She
could feel it in the pulse of her clit. One more pull at her breast, a few
forceful lashes of his tongue and she would be gone.

His mouth lifted, the tension easing in an instant.

“Enjoying my entrée.”

His middle finger trailed her slit, delved deeper, only
stopping when he found the moist opening to her pussy. He pressed the pad tight
against the entrance but didn’t enter. “You should never skip a starter, Miss
Marcotte.” The tip of his finger slipped inside and circled the opening. “You
never know what treats you might miss out on.”

The digit drove home in a smooth glide. His eyes closed on a
moan as she tried to stifle hers. They opened again as he began stroking her
channel in a steady pace and all she could do was gape at his expression
mirroring the intense pleasure he must have seen on hers.

His hand retreated only to return with a vengeance. Two
broad fingers pushed into her pussy while the pad of his thumb pressed into her
clit and started circling lightly.

Oh god…

What was wrong with him? Men didn’t take their time with
her, they just took her, like she wanted them to. But this, this…

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Do it.”

He gave her puckered nipple a kiss, moved to speak low into
her ear.

“I’m going to let you in on a secret. Big boys don’t fuck.
They’re not sated with fast food. It doesn’t keep the hunger away for long. You
wanna play with the big boys, you learn to take it slow because we like to
savor things, nice and easy. First things first, like appetizers. Tasting,
teasing, simmering your way to boiling point. I’m not going to fuck you, Lucie.
But if I had a condom I would be tempted as hell to make love to you.”

Before what he said sank in, his mouth descended on hers.

Her body pulsed.
Escape route
, her head screamed. Her
heart taunted,
Tell him you’re doomed
.

She had protection. And she had let the situation go too
far. So far, she thrashed under him when it should have been the other way
around. So far, the extreme pleasure of it had her meeting his hand as he
finger-fucked her wildly. So damn far, she was dissolving under his kiss while
his mouth ravaged hers and she opened up as if welcoming him.

Get up and get out. Now.

Lucie broke off the kiss on a gasp and tried to close her
legs. “No condom, no-go.”

This was more like it, more like her. In control, calling
the shots.

“You don’t have to skip dessert.” He smiled and wiggled his
brows.

She didn’t think so. “No cream pie a la carte tonight,
buster.”

He grinned. “That’s not what I meant. I just want you to
finish your entrée.”

He bent down to kiss her once more and just like that he had
her riveted, under his command, lying spread and open under him. And his
fingers, oh god, his fingers pushed in and out of her pussy with smooth
precision, stretching, filling.

“Wanna know what I want as a starter? I want you coming all
over my fingers like you would my cock. Show me how hard you’d come on my dick.
And if my fingers don’t do it for you, I bet my mouth will.” His thumb pressed
tight against her clit. “I would really love to taste your pussy,” he
whispered.

Oh god oh god oh god…

“That’s it. Don’t hold back on me, honey.”

Her keening turning into hoarse cries, Lucie started to
come.

In that shattering moment of giving in and letting go, of
coming face-to-face with the mortal needs that only made her eternal existence
more unbearable, pleasure dissolved into disillusionment fast.

She needed to escape him, the sooner the better, but he was
still petting her cunt, making it hard for her to try to get up.

“Lay still,” he ordered and she complied, doing her
damnedest to gather her strength.

He tucked away his still-hard cock and slipped her shoes
back on but instead of tying her dress back in place, he wiggled it from
underneath her.

“Now,” MacCale drawled. “I want to make another
reservation.”

“I beg your pardon?” Lucie wheezed.

“You heard me. We need to finish this properly and soon. The
whole menu, remember?” The behemoth sounded amused and not a little determined.
“Tell me where to find you and I will give you back your dress.”

Blackmail? He thought he could blackmail her?

He stood before her, dress in one hand, dripping sex and
resolve. “So, what do you say?”

Lucie sat up then stood, trying not to heave too visibly.

“I say you have a pleasant evening now. You can keep the
dress, something to remember me by.”

Lucie flipped her hair and started to go. She would have to
walk past the ballroom and bathrooms to get to her coat and clutch but what the
hell. Let them stare, see if she cared.

MacCale rushed past her and placed himself dead center in
front of the door in a wide-legged stance. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His tone was cool, his expression far from it.

“Leaving,” she said.

“In your birthday suit?”

She cocked her head and nodded at her shoes. Technically,
she wasn’t naked. Besides… “You really don’t leave me much choice, do you?
Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul about our little escapade. Just don’t let
anyone see you wearing that.” She motioned at the dress.