by Brair Lake
“What are we having to eat.”
The buzzer on his oven goes off and a sigh escapes Bastian as he lets go of my hair. “Wait and see.” I need to breath and take a sip of my beer as I watch his ass disappear through the door. “Are you coming through.” So much for the gentlemen and with a smile, I follow Bastian’s voice.
My breath leaves me as I look around the dining room. For all his kissing and touching, I doubt Bastian was going to whisk me off to bed before we had eaten. Candles burn in glass holders on the table. There are orchids in the center and two places were set close by. “You’re a romantic Bastian.” I step further into the room. The French doors are open, and a gentle breeze teases the curtains. “It smells delicious.”
His smile is sheepish as he sets a ceramic bowl on the placemat. When he pulls a chair out for me and I go and sit in it. “I didn’t think you’d thank me if I pounced on you after a long flight.”
“I think we did a pretty good impression of doing just that.”
“Have some wine and shut up.”
With a giggle, I hold my glass out to him.
“Shit, Bastian, I’m full.”
“Yeah, you did put a fair amount of the meal away.”
I grab the cushion beside me and belt Bastian in the stomach. His chuckle deepens as he grabs the cushion out of my hand and tosses it onto the floor. “I think you’ve done this before.”
Bastian snuggles deeper into the couch and pulls my body over his. His hand rests on my leg and the flesh beneath the denim burns. He wiggles slightly beneath me. His hard erection presses against the softness of my ass cheek. “It’s all Sugar Jay. She texted the instructions and I followed them.”
“You’re a pussy cat. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” Bastian brushes my hair and I watch as the gold in his eyes darken and my toes curl. I want this man. He’s not my usual taste. The men I date when I date are clean-shaven who wear suits and a tie. Not jeans and Tee-shirts with drinks and rock bands branded across their chest. They would have taken me out to a fancy restaurant, and I would be bored.
“What are you thinking?”
I blink as I gaze into Bastian’s eyes. I met him on one of the worst days of my life and I smile as I brush the dirty blonde hair away from his face. “That this has got to be one of the best nights of my life.” I’m not sure, but it appears there is a slight blush beneath Bastian’s hairy cheeks and my smile deepens.
“What about the last time we were together.”
“Are you fishing for compliments?”
Bastian shrugs as he strokes the cloth of my top between my breasts. “Nope.”
“Want me to grade you on the sex.”
“It’ll be a gold star every time.”
I slip my hand on his tee-shirt. As taunt as his stomach is it flinches under my touch.
Chapter 7
Eve - Bastian’s Home Noir Valley
His flesh burns under my torch and a low growl rumbles in the back of my throat as Bastian deepens our kiss. The touch of his fingers against my hips has me clamping my thighs. The denim of my jeans no barrier to his heat as the pulse in my pussy throbs. I’ve wanted this moment for so long. Waited for it. Each hour and day dragging. The dirty phone calls a cold reminder of what I was missing as the sexual tension in me remained unsated. I turn to him and straddle his thighs as I cup his cock between my cloth covered pussy. His groan vibrates against my lips as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. This is no sweet long kiss. It’s one which eats at my soul. As his tongue battles with mine, Bastian thrusts his hips into my junction and his fingers tightened in my hair. I pull away to breathe, gasping for air. Bastian’s gaze is on me. The amber of his eyes burns a flame and I clench my thighs at the desire in his blazing eyes. I brush my fingers through his hair, keeping hold of the ends as I rub them. “You are beautiful.”
His smile deepens and the nerves just beneath my flesh spring to life. “Not as beautiful as you, Eve.” I lean forward and rub my nose into his throat and inhale deeply. His scent teases my senses and I lap at the flesh at the base of his neck. The pulse in my pussy twitches again. I want this man. I want him deep inside me, thrusting into me as he towers above me. Cool air hits my back and I pull away from him. Missing his scent. I don’t have time to think as Bastian pulls my top over my head and drops it onto the floor. My bounded breasts fill his large hands as he cups the soft material of my bra. His thumb rubs the lace against my nipples and a shudder rocks through my body as I gasp for air. “Do you like that, Baby.” I nod as he rubs his thumb over the lace once more and his smile deepens as his lashes lower and hides his lust ridden gaze from me. “Good. Because there’s so much more I’m going to do to your body.”
I breathe in once more. I know Bastian is watching my breasts. Watching as they swell with desire. I don’t want this over just yet. I want the night to last. “Promises, Bastian.”
“Ones that I’ll deliver, Babe.” His fingers run over the lace covered nubs once more and I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his touch. Thrusting my pussy against his crotch as I fill his hands further. “You don’t need this, Eve.” He removes his hands from one of my breasts and a whimper escapes me at the loss of his touch. Only to turn into a gasp when his fingers trace my spine from the lower back indent up to the catch of my bra. He fiddles with the catch, then I am free. The heavy pulse of want throbs through my breasts, making them heavy and only as he cups them, and lowers his mouth to the tip, do I breathe again, relaxing into his touch. Blood pounds through my body and echoes in my ears as he suckles on the hard nub. The soft suckles change to sharp nips then back to suckles. His mouth and tongue are hot on my flesh as he pulls and tugs the buds. He suckles and I thrust against his hips. My panties are wet. Sweat trickles down my spine as my neck arches back. Bastian takes more of what is offered to him into his mouth. My fingers clenched against his thighs as he greedily feeds from me. When I believe I can take no more he switches breasts. My gasps grow shallower as I swallow as much air as possible.
“Bastian, I need to come.”
His chuckle rumbles against my damp flash and I clench my pussy to ease the growing ache. It doesn’t work and the world tumbles as I find myself on my back. Stretched out on the couch. “Grip the arms of the couch, Babe.”
“What.” I blink and find Bastian leaning over me. His hands at the catch of my jeans.
“Hands on the arms.” He flashes his teeth as he smiles, and my stomach tightens. “You’re going on a trip of a lifetime.”
I smile as I do his bidding. The smooth cloth of the couch soft under my touch. My hips lift as he removes my jeans and panties. Then I’m lying naked beneath him. Bastian’s burning gaze scorches my skin and juice from my pussy dampens my thighs. He doesn’t touch me. Desire shudders through me from the lazy way his gaze roves over my body. Just as I control the beat of my heart his fingers trace the pubic bone and a shudder tightens the coils in my stomach as I arch into him.
“I’ve waited a long time, Babe.” His finger slips between my plump lips. His touch grazes over my clit and I thrust into his hand. “Like a man dying for water I’m going to have a long drink at my Oasis.”
I lick my lips. This is no idle threat from Bastian. He’s done it before. Made me come again and again with just his tongue. I flex my fingers before digging them into the arm of the couch preparing myself for the delight which is about to come. My eyes close as his tongue flickers over my pubic bone. I thrust against him as my eyes open. I can do this I tell myself. I can take whatever he throws in my direction. The air leaves me as his tongue strokes over my swollen lips. Juice trickles from me and Bastian hums against my flesh as he swipes the moisture with his tongue. I want to scream. To thrust against him as he licks the sensitive flesh. He teases my clit with light touches of his tongue. Circling the bud as it swells. I bite my lip to prevent the moan building inside me from escaping. He uses his tongue and lips to tease my flesh. His teeth nip, and his mouth suckles on my flesh. His fingers are
not idle. They stroke and caress the flesh of my hips, waist and stomach. Beneath his touch the muscles in my womb constrict and I bite hard on my lip. I want to kiss him. To taste his lips on mine. But I don’t want him to stop playing with my clit. Blood roars like the wind on a bad night in my ears. It swirls around like a rapid in my brain. Sweat trickles on my forehead. Bastian nips on my clit and I thrust against him as my toes curl into the couch. Small kisses are scattered on my inner thigh. My body burns. I want more. I want his tongue inside me.
“Want to come, Babe?” I nod. My body is coiled, ready to shatter. “Beg me, Babe. Beg me to let you come.”
His breath is warm against my flesh. His mouth is just above my pussy. One thrust and he would be tasting me again. I smile. His head is between my thighs and I clench them. Tightening my hold on him. He gets the message and his tongue returns to my pussy. The strokes are slow and long, reaching from my pussy to my anus. “Make me come, Bastian. Remind me what it’s like.”
Bastian’s tongue is hot against my flesh as he flickers and circles my clit. His teeth nip on the small swollen bud. I breathe in. I want to come, but I refuse to give Bastian the satisfaction. Not yet anyway. His tongue is at my entrance. Small furrowing darts penetrate at my pussy opening, and I close my eyes as my muscles clench. He does it again. His tongue, soft but hard as he looks at me. He suckles and my stomach scrunches. No matter how hard I try to keep my climax at bay, my body has other ideas. His lips clamp on my clit. He sucks and licks as I thrust against his mouth. He’s won this round. I don’t ask to come. My body is a tight bow and as he suckles me, I let go. A violent tremor rocks through my body. My heart races, and my thighs dampen as juice leaks from me onto Bastian’s tongue and face.
“Who was a naughty girl.” My body shudders as Bastian’s warm breath coats me. Then he’s crawling up, stretching above me. I smell my musk on him. His lips and chin drenched with my juice. The rough cloth of his jeans rubs against my bare flesh. I smile as I brush my fingers through his hair.
“I don’t care.” I glance at the pale stands in my fingers. “Don’t ever cut it.”
His laughter wraps around me. “I won’t.” I turn to look at him. His gaze burns my flesh and as I watch him. His hand slips between my legs and he strokes my wet plump lips and a gasp escapes me. “Ready for round two.”
“Round two.”
He thrusts against me. His erection large and hard against my flesh. “I haven’t come yet.”
“Poor Baby. We can’t have that.” I spread my legs, opening myself wider for Bastian as he wiggles against me.
“No, we can’t. What are we going to do about it?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything.” My breath freezes inside me as his fingers slip to my ass and he strokes the flesh of my cheeks. His touch soft as they make their way to my ass hole, and he strums the puckered flesh. My is breath trapped in my throat as I wait. Then he slaps the flesh. His hands once more on my thighs as he spreads my legs further. “Not tonight, Babe. Another night and soon.” His fingers find their way to my plump lips and he spreads them as he strokes the sensitive pink flesh. “You’re nice and juicy for me, Babe. Undo my zipper and free my cock.” My fingers tremble and I fumble with the catch of his jeans. It takes a moment. Then I have him free. His cock is hard and hot in my hand. The knobby veins pulse against my fingers as I clench him. I squeeze and pump his shaft. Exhilarating in its growth. “In your pussy, Babe. Put me in your pussy.”
“Condom.” Bastian stills as his hand goes to the floor and he picks up one of the condoms I had spotted earlier. This fuck is no accident. It has all been planned and I smile. Once he is sheathed in the latex, I open my legs bending my knee slightly. As I place the head and shaft at my opening. I give a little thrust of my hips. His latex covered dick teases me and Bastian thrusts against me. I’m the one in charge. I guide how much of his cock goes in me. “More Bastian. Take me deeper.”
He stretches me. I take more and gasp. He goes deeper. Each thrust he delivers takes him deeper into me until I am impaled. Then Bastian grips my hips keeping me still as he thrusts into me. Each plunge goes deeper. The slow build of his hips as he pumps against me. As he surges in and out, building his speed. I clench my thighs against his. My stomach tightens and the muscles in my pussy squeeze Bastian’s thrusting cock. My breath is trapped. I can’t breathe. Blood thunders through my body as it shudders around my second orgasm of the night.
*****
Bastian – Bastian’s Home Noir Valley
“Don’t you two have a bed you can use.”
Eve’s body stiffens next to mine and the humor in Poppy brings me out of my deep slumber. My body freezes and my mind goes blank. I’m a dead man if this gets back to Leon. I search the back of the couch for the throw which is usually there only to discover it is missing and I swing my legs over Eve’s hips to hide her bare backside from the young woman’s praying eyes. Poppy’s deepening chuckle does nothing to ease the tension in my body. It’s not Eve’s butt I’m worried about. “Shit. Pass me my pants.” I pull back to glance down at Eve, who has buried her head into my chest. “Are you laughing?”
Ever rubs her head against my chest. “No.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” When Eve makes no motion to move, I stretch over her. Keeping my lower body and growing erection pressed close to her body. “You’re not helping me, Eve”
“Be thankful you made me sleep on the edge…”
“If you slept this side, I would have squashed you.”
A door slams and my body stills. “Morning.” It was Mia for Poppy.
“Shit – More visitors. That’s all we need.’
“I’ll put the kettle on.” Poppy doesn’t wait for an answer and as soon as she disappears, I leap from the couch and grab my pants, throwing Eve her clothes. “Hurry up and get dressed. It’s not you Leon is going to kill.”
“Bastian when you said you’ll make this weekend rememberable. I didn’t know what to expect. But this.” As Eve pulls her top on covering her tits, a groan escapes me. This is not how I planned to wake Eve. Another bout of fucking is what I had dreamed of.
With another groan of disappointment, I roll off the couch and grab my pants. “I’ll go see how the coffee is doing.”
When I reach the kitchen, Poppy’s pouring water into the coffee percolator and Mia, Hank’s sister is sitting at the table. Her hazel gaze rests on me and the corner of her lips quirk and my scowl deepens at her and she just shrugs. “Keep your mouth shut. Poppy.”
“Is that a threat.” Poppy sits opposite Mia. Her lips quirk as she raises an eyebrow at me.
A sigh escapes me. I know that look. “What do you want?”
“I knew you’d see it my way. There’s this concert I want to go to.” Poppy tilts her head in Mia’s direction. Hazel innocent eyes meet mine and another groan escapes me.
“You’re a grown woman. You can do what you want.”
Mia sniggers as she takes a sip of her coffee. Her gaze is on me and another trapdoor clangs “For you to tell Leon, Poppy’s with me.”
Eve strolls into the kitchen. Her feet are bare, and I watch the red painted nails as she pads across the kitchen floor. When she smiles at me, my cock twitches. Yep, I could have gone another round with her this morning.
“Take that look off your face, Bastian and have a coffee.” My smile deepens as I accept the mug from Eve. I pat my knee and raise my eyebrows at her. She shakes her head and pulls the chair next to mine and settles into it. “What’s the concert you want to go to, Poppy?” Eve turns to the younger girl. Her mug hides her lips, hiding her smile as she waits for Poppy’s answer. When Poppy answers my coffee goes down the wrong way and I start to choke.
“Hank is okay with you going.” I turn to Mia; she is four years older than Poppy.
“What were you doing at my age.” Mia has perfected the innocent look, but I wait her out. “Well, what were you doing, Bastian?”
I shrug and take anoth
er sip of my rapidly cooling coffee. “I have no problem with you going.
“What about me, Bastian. “
I switch my gaze to Poppy. “Want me to talk to Leon.” She nods as there is a knock on the door and as I turn to the entrance, Leon and Firebird stroll in. What he fuck happened to my weekend of no interruptions. Shit. I would have had more privacy if I had stayed at Demon’s Lair.
“Can anyone join the party.” Firebird’s chuckle echoes in the kitchen.
Eve speaks and I freeze. “I was just asking Poppy if she wants to come to New Orleans with me”
Mia and Poppy look at Leon. He smirks as he watches his sister-in-law. “And what’s your answer Poppy. Do you want to go?”
“I’d love to.”
Leon nods. “Sorted.”
I look into my mug as I shake my head. Then I rise from my chair. “Anyone for a refill?” Several voices call out and I move over to the counter to make fresh coffee.
“We weren’t sure if you’d be up yet.” Firebird turns to Eve. “You sleep okay.”
“Best sleep I’ve had in a while.” Eve leans back in her chair and my gaze goes to her legs as she stretches them out in front of her.
Firebird’s eyes dance with a bright light. “Sleep. Bet there was than sleep involved.”
I turn my glare to Firebird. “Then why are you here? Hoping to catch us in the act.” The sooner everyone is gone, the sooner I can carry Eve back to bed and get around to fucking her just like I want to.
Firebird flips me the finger. “What makes you think we came to see you.” Then she turns her gaze to Poppy and winks as Leon chuckles. My eyebrow rises as I pass Firebird her coffee. Leon scratches his head as he rises from his seat and accepts the coffee I offer him.
“The bikes got a rattle, Bastian. Come and take a look.”
I look into Leon’s gaze. It’s not like him to ride his bike if he thinks there is a fault with it and my heart dips. My morning is not going how I wanted it. Grabbing my own coffee, I drop a swift kiss on Eve’s lips and follow him into the yard.