by Summers, MJ
“We all have something that wounds us as children. The important thing is probably more how we are taught to think about life’s struggles than the actual problems themselves.”
“Is that what your mom taught you?”
“No. That’s what I figured out on my own. I learned that life was going to be tough and unfair, so I was going to have to be tough and smart to make my way.”
“I didn’t learn that until my marriage ended,” Megan replied, dipping another fry into some ketchup. “Did you wish your mom had handled things differently?”
“In some ways, I did. She was a loving person and she gave me everything she could. As I grew up, though, I started to realize we would have both been better off if she had sent my father away and made sure he never came back. It would have been easier not to know him at all than to know him a little bit and realize he had other children he shared a home with and loved more than me.”
Megan put her hand on Luc’s arm, rubbing it consolingly. “That must have been heartbreaking.”
Luc nodded his agreement. They sat quietly for a moment before Luc spoke up again. “But we were having a wonderful day and talking about how much we like skiing, weren’t we?”
Megan gave him a reassuring smile. “We are having a wonderful day. I’m glad you feel like you can share something so personal with me.”
“It’s funny. I’ve never spoken about my father like that before. Only with you.”
* * *
In the middle of the afternoon, the pair found themselves driving back to town along the snowy highway. Megan relaxed into the heated seat of Luc’s rental car and closed her eyes as she spoke. “It feels so nice to be a passenger in a car for once. It’s positively luxurious.”
Luc looked over at her and put his hand on her knee. “You certainly appreciate the simple things in life. It’s rather refreshing. Most women I know would never notice something as small as not having to drive.”
Megan put her hand over his, and their fingers interlaced. “I guess it’s all your frame of reference, right?”
Luc kept his hand on Megan’s leg as they drove into town. A pulse of sexual energy flowed through the two of them, and they were both starting to feel the excitement of what was to come. Luc lifted Megan’s hand and held it to his lips, running them along her knuckles as they neared the hotel.
When they reached his room, Megan was surprised to see Luc had booked a large suite this time. He moved over to the fireplace and turned it on as she took off her boots.
“Mind if I take a shower?” Megan asked, feeling the chill from cooling down after skiing.
“Of course not. Help yourself,” Luc said, gazing over at her as she removed her coat.
Megan walked into the large bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she stripped down. She stepped in, allowing the glass door to shut softly behind her as the first perfectly warm drops of water hit her shoulders. “Ahhh,” she sighed to herself.
A moment later, the shower door opened and Luc stood before her, nude and fully erect. He gave her a seductive look as he stepped inside. “Would it be presumptuous of me to think you might not mind?”
“Yes, but I’ll let it go this time,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. Luc lowered his head and gave her a lingering kiss. Megan felt her knees go weak at his embrace. She ran her fingertips down his muscular back, then cupped his firm ass with both hands, giving him a little squeeze.
“That is a solid ass you’ve got there, Chevalier,” she said with a grin.
“I’m glad you like it. It got that way from kickboxing and running.”
“Kickboxing? Really? Is that also how these abs got here?” she asked, running her hands along his stomach.
“I draw those on with charcoal every morning. They’re not real,” he teased.
Megan laughed. “They feel pretty real to me. I better take a closer look,” Megan said, kissing his chest, then lowering her body so she was on her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up and then back down as she kissed his lower abdomen and licked his long, thick length. Placing one hand around his cock, she swirled her tongue over the head, then plunged her mouth over him in one long move.
Luc steadied himself with a hand on the shower wall as the water sprayed over him. He gazed down, watching Megan as she moved her mouth over him. This was a welcome surprise for Luc. She continued like this for several mind-blowing moments before he gently pulled himself back and helped her to her feet. As much as he wanted her to stay there, he could see little goosebumps on her skin and knew she was starting to get cold.
“Viens ici, ma belle. I need to taste you now,” he said. Switching places with her so that she stood under the water, he lowered himself before her, gently parting her with his fingers. Megan gasped at the feeling of his tongue entering her, exploring carefully along her sex. She lifted one leg and propped her foot on the bench beside her, giving him full access to her.
Luc stroked her with his fingers as he thrust his tongue deeper inside her, then wiggled his tongue from side to side, making her moan loudly. Megan closed her eyes and caressed her breasts with her fingers as she allowed the sensation of his mouth on her pussy to overwhelm her. She was amazed at how skilled he was at bringing her so close to climaxing already.
“Oh, Luc, yes, just like that,” she breathed.
Luc gently slid one finger along her ass as he continued to slide his tongue in and out of her. He didn’t enter her with his finger, but rubbed around the edges, giving her a most exquisite feeling. Megan brought one hand down in front of her and rubbed it along her smooth skin, her fingers feeling his lips where they met her core. She could feel his tongue’s slight roughness as he flicked it along her clit with more force now.
He pulled back for a second, and for one moment Megan thought he would stop. Her eyes flew open and she looked down to see Luc staring up at her lustfully. “I will miss this taste when I’m gone.”
Megan watched him as he pressed his mouth back between her parted thighs, slowly sucking on her sex until he finally plunged his tongue into her again. This time his movements were more powerful, as he masterfully urged her to come. She knew he wanted to feel her orgasm, to taste her in the most intimate of acts. His words, his touch, the sight of him there between her legs brought Megan powerful waves of pleasure. Her body rocked over his mouth and she pressed herself closer to him, bringing his tongue in deeper as she came. She cried out with the force of her orgasm, grabbing his hair in her hands.
Luc stayed on his knees before her until she was finished. Megan lowered her hands to guide him up. “Come here,” she said. When Luc got to his feet, she kissed him hard, greedily thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She could taste herself on him and the sensation thrilled her. Lowering himself onto the bench, Luc sat facing her, caressing her body with his hands.
Megan straddled him, sitting on his lap and rubbing herself over his thick length. Luc moaned as she rocked her hips back and forth. She was everything he had ever desired in a woman. He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, leaving her already hard nipples exposed for his mouth. Bringing his mouth over her right breast, he sucked on her pink bud, then swirled his tongue around it slowly before moving to her left breast.
Megan pushed her body down firmly onto his lap, squeezing his cock with her sex. The full length of him was just inside her lips, so close and yet not where she needed him. She had to have him inside her. She wriggled her hips until the head of his cock entered her, then pressed herself down, bringing him inside her to the hilt. She moved slowly, allowing herself a delicious moment to feel how hard and thick he was.
Luc gripped her ass and stood, picking her up with him. “No, mon ange, we need a condom,” he groaned. He wanted nothing more than to feel her riding his bare cock and her coming all over him again, but he knew they couldn’t risk it.
Luc pushed the shower door open with his foot, forgetting to shut the water off as he carr
ied her to the bed. Megan carefully moved her hips over him, allowing herself only the tiniest movements as he walked with her. It seemed so effortless for him, as though he could hold her like this in his powerful arms indefinitely.
He gently put her on the bed and pulled out of her, kissing her passionately on the mouth, then along her neck as he stood. Letting his fingers skim over her naked body, he allowed his eyes to follow his hands, taking in the sight of her so open, waiting for him. He could see her breasts lift as she sucked in a deep breath of air and he knew she was more than ready for him again. The look in her eyes as she stared at him showed him that she was burning for him.
Luc walked purposefully to his overnight bag and retrieved a condom, ripping the package open and placing it on his penis before turning back to Megan.
“Now we won’t have to stop.” He crossed the room to her.
“Mmm, that might be the best thing you’ve ever said to me.” She smiled at him as he lowered himself over her. She was still lying sideways on the bed, her feet resting flat on the mattress, her legs spread. Luc brought his body in line with hers, lying on top of her and slowly working his way inside her wet pussy, causing them both to moan as he filled her completely.
“You are so tight,” he said as he moved his hips from side to side then pulled back again. Megan grabbed his ass and pulled him forcefully back into her again. She wanted to feel the full weight of him on her. Luc pulled out again, teasing her with that little smirk of his.
Megan felt the same sense of indignation she had in Paris when he had given her that smirk. She glared at him and then pushed him away, remembering the silk scarf tucked into his wool dress coat, which was slung over a chair. She stood, giving him a serious look, then crossed the room, knowing he was staring at her ass as she moved. She pulled the scarf out of his coat with one swift move, letting it snap as it hit the ground. She turned back and walked over to him, pushing him down onto the bed with one hand.
Luc allowed it, lifting an eyebrow in surprise. “I think I’m going to like this.”
“I don’t really care if you like it, as long as I get what I want,” Megan replied, lifting one of his arms over his head and tying one end of the scarf to his wrist. She pulled the scarf behind the wooden bedpost and tied the loose end to his other wrist, pulling the fabric tight.
“Megan, I had no idea you were such a kinky girl!”
“This isn’t meant to be kinky. It’s meant to wipe that smirk off your face,” she said, straddling him. “Now we go at my pace, and we’ll see if you like being teased.”
She rocked her body over his, allowing her sex to barely touch him, letting her mouth hover over his but refusing to kiss him. Luc lifted his head but Megan managed to keep her mouth just inches away from him, skirting his every effort.
She straightened her back until she was sitting up on his lap, rubbing herself over him. She could feel his cock react to her and could tell by his expression that he needed to be inside her again. Megan watched him as she slowly caressed herself with her fingertips, pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts for him. She let one had glide down in front of her and slid her fingers inside, making him watch helplessly as she pleasured herself.
Luc’s face wore a look of lust and frustration mixed together. All hints of his former cockiness were gone now, and he looked as though he might burst if she didn’t fuck him at that very moment.
“Shall I stop torturing you, Luc?” Megan asked with a little smirk of her own.
“Yes, gorgeous, let’s fuck,” he murmured.
With those words, Megan couldn’t wait anymore. She lifted his cock with her hand and pushed her body down hard, bringing them both the relief they needed. Pressing her hands to his chest, she rocked herself from side to side, then back and forth, over and over, harder and harder. She could feel herself becoming more and more wild as she moved. All thoughts of anything outside that room were completely absent as, moving in circles over him, she squeezed his cock. She looked down, seeing the place where their bodies met, feeling his cock rubbing so perfectly in just the right spot as she moved. The sight of him tied to the bed, his chiselled body gleaming with sweat, made her feel powerful and sexy. Megan could feel her orgasm erupting inside her, causing her entire body to jolt as she came. She could feel Luc come with her, his length jerking inside her with each wave of his own climax.
She grinned down at him as they both started to catch their breath again. “I kind of like you this way, Monsieur Chevalier. I might just leave you tied up like that.”
Luc laughed at her and shook his head. “If I weren’t so concerned with making you happy, I would never have allowed this.”
Megan lowered her mouth to his and kissed him hard. “Yes, you would have,” she said as she untied his wrists.
“Okay, you’re probably right, but only because you’re so fucking sexy.”
“I suddenly love how honest you are,” she teased.
* * *
That night as she fell asleep alone in her bed at home, Megan went over the day she had just experienced. She felt giddy at the thought of Luc. His thoughtfulness, his arm around her as they rode on the chairlift, his fingers intertwined with hers as they drove, the feeling of him touching her. Her mind raced along, thinking of all the things she loved about him. The look in his eyes when they met hers was the perfect blend of lust and admiration. His sense of honesty, even when lying a little would be more to his benefit. His thoughtfulness at realizing how difficult it was for a single mom to find the time for a man in her life. He had treated her to another entire day of fun, romance and incredible sex. She didn’t think about where this was leading, she thought only about how wonderful it was to have it for now. It was more than she had ever thought she would have, and it was enough for her.
EIGHTEEN
“So, my dear girl, are you going to tell me who you were skiing with yesterday?”
Megan was wandering through the grocery store, pushing the cart with one hand while she talked to her mom on her cellphone. She dropped a box of pasta into her cart and kept moving.
“What?” she asked weakly. She knew her mom wouldn’t take long to realize something was up.
“I can tell there’s something going on, Megan. Now out with it,” Helen said sternly.
Megan, feeling like a child, groaned into her phone. “Mom, it’s no big deal. I met a man in Paris—a friend of Harper’s, actually—and he came here to see me. He was in Colorado on business so he stopped here on his way home.”
“Really? Why didn’t you think you could tell me about him? What’s wrong with him, is he married or something?” Helen’s questions came out like the rapid fire of a semi-automatic rifle.
Megan pulled her cart out of the way of an elderly couple in the cereal aisle and stopped where she was. She gasped. “God no, Mom! Married? Eeew! He’s completely single. I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want a big lecture about it. I already know he lives too far away for this to go anywhere, but we’re just having fun.”
“Good for you,” Helen said supportively. This was not what Megan had thought she would hear.
“What?” she asked.
“I said good for you. You deserve to have a little fun, Megan. I’m happy for you. Is he a hottie?”
Megan cringed hearing her mom say hottie. “Yes, Mom. He’s very handsome and surprisingly thoughtful too. I really like him, actually.”
“Well, I’m glad. Just make sure you use protection.”
“Mom,” she hissed, “I am not an idiot. Of course we’re using protection.” Just as she finished the sentence, a woman with a toddler in her cart walked past. The woman was trying not to laugh.
“Well, I wouldn’t say you have to be an idiot not to use any. It’s just easy to get carried away sometimes, especially at the beginning of a relationship.”
“Can we change the subject?”
“Sure. Listen, I’m going to dinner with Charlie tonight, so I won’t be home if you
call.”
“Really? That’s great. Should I swing over to the condom aisle for you in case you two get carried away?”
Her mom burst out laughing. “You always were a little brat.”
* * *
That night, as Megan finished the dishes, she realized she couldn’t call Luc. It would be after two in the morning in Paris. She was surprised by how disappointed she felt. She wanted to hear his sexy voice. She looked around the kitchen for a moment, trying to decide what to do, when she heard her cellphone chime.
She had a text from Luc: Are you free to talk?
Yes! Skype?
A moment later, she saw his face on the screen in her hand. She could see his headboard behind him and that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her heart felt fluttery as she grinned at him. “You’re still up? It’s so late there!”
“I can’t sleep. Jet lag.”
“How was your trip home?”
“It was fine, but I’m finding myself missing a beautiful American woman. I was hoping if I could talk to her, I would be able to fall asleep.”
“Is she that dull?”
Luc laughed. “She is that soothing,” he corrected.
“Hmm, sounds like another version of dull, but I’ll take it as a compliment anyway. So, I told my mom the truth about who I was skiing with. She took it pretty well, actually. She said it was good for me to have some fun.”
“So, does this mean you can go to the prom with me?”
It was Megan’s turn to laugh. “Maybe. Monsieur Chevalier, what do we do next in your great plan?”
“I was thinking about that on the plane home. Do you think we could figure out a time to talk most days?”
“I think so. I can email you my schedule if that would make it easier.” Megan’s heart fluttered at the thought of talking with him every day.
“It would, yes.” Luc ran his hand through his hair. He had that sexy, sleepy, rumpled look that made Megan long to be curled up in bed with him.