A Red Hot Christmas Paris

by C. J. Fallowfield

  Demanding.

  Stimulating.

  Arousing.

  My breasts had swollen, my nipples painfully hard against the confines of my lace bra, and my pussy throbbed, hot, slick, and needy. A deep growl erupted from low in his chest as I reached down and lifted my knitted black dress, swinging myself to straddle his lap without breaking our lip lock. A moan left my lips as I felt the evidence of his need to mate, in the most primal of ways, straining against his tailored trousers. Luc Le Grand certainly lived up to his surname. I ground down against it, grateful for some pressure on my aching clit, and his fingers curled even tighter around the nape of my neck before he pulled his head back, both of us panting.

  ‘Strip, now,’ he demanded, the black of his pupils having eaten the ring of chocolate that usually surrounded them, as his chest heaved. His hands moved to slide under the material of my dress, gripping my hips as the limo rattled over the cattle grid at the end of our drive. I hadn’t even noticed that David had started the engine, let alone made it this far from the house. I reached down, hauled my dress over the top of my head, and flung it onto my vacated seat. Luc’s tongue darted out over his lips as I unhooked my bra and tossed that to the side as well. Seconds later, his lips had closed around one of my nipples, sucking it forcefully, the relief made me cry out his name and tangle my fingers in his soft locks as I held him to me.

  ‘Oh God,’ I moaned, throwing my head back as I flexed my hips to rub myself along his erection, desperate for additional stimulation. His teeth tightened around the sharpened point of my tender nipple, nipping and tugging until I was begging him for some kind of release. He was like a Grand Prix Formula One champion. He knew how to handle my body with such skill and precision, he took me from 0 to 140 miles per hour in the blink of an eye. With one hand palming my lower back and the other on the back of my head, he slid off his seat onto his knees and gently deposited me on my back, onto the long seat running up towards the privacy screen that separated us from David. ‘Luc,’ I whimpered as I gazed up at him, his nostrils flaring as he ran one of his palms down between the centre of my breasts and over my stomach, then twisted it to cup my engorged pussy.

  ‘Are you wet for me, ma belle?’ he purred as he held my gaze.

  ‘You know I am, always,’ I replied breathlessly, reaching up to hold my aching breasts and tug on my sensitive nipples.

  ‘Then I am going to feast on you, make you come over and over until this tension has left your body and you are sated and relaxed for our trip.’

  ‘Isn’t it even hard for you to leave them?’ I whispered, still feeling pangs of guilt mixed up with the giddiness and bliss that his attentions saturated my body with.

  ‘Of course it is. I love my family more than life itself, Lulu. I miss them every minute of every day that I’m not with them, and the seconds and breaths in between. But I am not just a father, I am a husband. I am a man with an overwhelming and primal need to satisfy his mate. We give so much of ourselves to our children and our careers, so for four days, we are going to be selfish and focus that energy on each other.’

  ‘We’re going with Coco and Hunter, too. We can’t be entirely selfish and fuck for the whole trip,’ I reminded him. He chuckled and shook his head as his fingers slipped under the damp lace of my knickers.

  ‘Please, they are in the first flush of love and lust, just as we are. I doubt they would even notice if we had sex in front of them. They only have eyes for each other, just as I only have eyes for you.’

  ‘Luc!’ I gasped, as he yanked my hips off the leather seat below me when he tore the crotch of my knickers to shreds and whipped them out from under me, leaving me wearing just my high heels and a flush to my cheeks.

  ‘I will buy you more in Paris. Now spread your legs, I am hungry for you,’ he grated, his tone husky and full of need. He didn’t wait for me to comply. Before I had a chance to, his hands had forced my thighs apart, one of my feet resting on the floor of the limo and the other pushed up onto the top of the seat backrest. He dipped his head and inhaled deeply with a growl. ‘Merde. Do you have any idea what your scent does to my cock?’

  ‘Luc,’ I whimpered, as his thumbs slid between my slick lips parting them, the tip of his tongue following in a firm, slow, and teasing lick, gathering up my arousal as he ploughed through my flesh and flicked my sensitive clit. ‘Ah, God!’

  One of my hands reached down to grip the seat below me while the other raked through his hair, cupping the back of his head as he repeated the motion. He teased me with forceful licks followed by playful lashes on my bundle of stimulated nerves, sending mini shockwaves coursing through my body. He was a master of all things sexual, never predictable, keeping me guessing as to what pressure or speed he’d apply. Would he add his long, skilled fingers to the mix, or just tease me with his tongue, teeth, and lips? I groaned and closed my eyes as he sank two fingers into my heated, clenching core, pumping them as his tongue circled my clit furiously. Sparks of electrical current shot deep into my body, and my stomach contracted, my thighs tensed, and my breathing came hard and fast as my head thrashed on the seat below.

  ‘Luc, oh God, Luc … Luc … please,’ I begged. I was so swollen and wet, and his noisy licks and thrusts echoed in the empty space of the large limousine. When he curled his fingers, sweeping over my g-spot as he sucked my clit into his mouth, I shattered, a wave of euphoria crashing over my body again and again. I tried to push Luc’s head away, needing to catch my breath and let my shaking body calm down, but he held steady, forcing another two orgasms from me until I had tears of bliss rolling down my cheeks. ‘Luc,’ I whimpered.

  ‘I could eat you for hours,’ he murmured, sitting back on his heels dragging the back of his hand over his swollen, wet lips. ‘Délicieux.’

  ‘Let me taste you,’ I pleaded, reaching out to him with shaky fingers as I tried to focus my dazed vision on his handsome face.

  ‘Non,’ he retorted, catching my hand and kissing each of my fingertips, then nipping the soft pads. ‘You know you unman me when those soft lips of yours suck my cock. The sight of it sliding in and out of your mouth has me wanting to unload in your throat in an instant. This evening I need to come inside you, to feel the heated walls of your tight little cunt trying to squeeze the life out of me. I want us to come together, ma belle.’

  ‘Then fuck me, now,’ I ordered breathlessly. The corners of his utterly kissable lips curled up into a satisfied smile as he slowly unbuttoned his blue shirt, taking his time to unveil his broad muscular chest and that set of sculpted abs and deep V that I knew were hidden under there. I groaned and closed my eyes for a moment as I gripped the leather seat below me in frustration. He was teasing me. He knew what the sight of his naked body did to me and he was drawing it out.

  ‘Open your eyes, I want them on me at all times,’ he barked.

  I did as I was told and licked my lips as he shrugged off the shirt, letting it slide down his toned biceps to pool on the floor behind him. I wanted to kiss him all over, lick each dip and ridge in his muscles, grip those powerful arms as he sank into me making me gasp, as he always did. I’d hit the jackpot with Luc. We were the perfect match, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Unlike my best friend Coco and her boyfriend Hunter, Luc and I rarely even argued. We just were. At ease. At one. But life with Luc was never boring or monotonous, far from it.

  ‘Je t’aime,’ I whispered as he unbuttoned his jeans, peeling them back to show me that he was commando, his thick heavy cock bouncing as it was set free. It glistened with pre-come on the tip, evidence that he was just as affected by me as I was by him.

  ‘And I love you too, Lulu. More than I can ever express, ma belle,’ he whispered back as he crawled up my body, kissing every inch of flesh that he passed on the way. I was a quivering wreck by the time he reached my mouth. Despite my earlier orgasms, I gripped his hair and kissed him forcefully, desperate for more of him. Always more. I had a feeling I’d never be sated. Even if we spent the rest of our liv
es fucking, I’d still want him over and over.

  ‘Ah,’ I cried, my lips parting on a quick inhalation as he thrust into me in one well-practiced move. No matter how often we had sex, my muscles still resisted his girth for a while and screamed their protest until he started to move inside me.

  ‘Mon Dieu, I will never tire of doing this with you, never,’ he grunted, as one set of fingers curled around my hip while the other hand reached back to grasp my left leg and throw it over his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate me deeper.

  ‘My God,’ I moaned, repeating his words as I shifted my hips to accommodate him. I was close to climaxing again, just from having him inside me, his body weight smothering me in that reassuring way that told me he’d never let anyone harm me or our children. ‘You’re … incroyable.’

  ‘Incredible, yes, that’s what you are, Lulu … always … incroyable,’ he groaned, slowly pulling his hips back, then shunting them forwards. Long, leisurely strokes that made me pant against his lips.

  ‘Please,’ I whimpered, my body trembling with need.

  ‘Please, what?’ he murmured as he ploughed into me again, sweeping the tip of his tongue along the seam of my parted lips.

  ‘Fuck me, hard. Make me scream your name. Make me remember what it’s like to be just the two of us. Make me forget how sad I am to be leaving a huge part of us behind.’ I’d never regret our children, not for one moment, but I did wish that Luc and I could have had more time together to get to explore each other leisurely, like most couples did. Luc obviously had very potent swimmers and I was clearly extremely receptive to them, as I’d got pregnant far too fast on both occasions. Millions of women suffered from infertility and needed help. Me? My reproductive system only had to get a glimpse of his cock and it turned itself to pre-heat, ready to bake another bun in the oven.

  ‘They are always here with us, ma belle, deep in our hearts. Wherever we may be, they follow.’ Luc kissed me deeply to reinforce his words, making sure I swallowed them down, then did as I’d asked and fucked me until I screamed.

  I cried out again and again, my body bowing up to his as he powered his hips back and forth, plunging in and out of me with conviction, heat, and desire. I was lost in the heady sensation of bliss, the scent of his masculine skin, the feel of his warmth surrounding me, on me, in me. The sight of his hypnotic brown eyes told me how he felt without any words being exchanged, and his grunts and groans on each inward thrust filled my ears, as I was sure my screams and moans were doing to his. Our bodies were covered in a sheen of perspiration as he built me up to a climax, then slowed his strokes to let it ebb away before repeating again and again until I was sobbing, begging for my release. When it finally came, I clawed at his back, desperately scrabbling for something to cling to before I was dragged under and drowned in the most heady and potent orgasm I’d had in months. Always listening for Lottie’s cries while we had sex had meant I’d forced myself to come fast since she’d been born. Having the luxury of time and no distractions for once was more than a refreshing change.

  ‘Lulu!’ Luc’s strangled cry, mixed up with my own, was affirmation of how powerful his release had been too. I wrapped my trembling arms and legs around him as he collapsed on me, panting in my ear. We held each other tightly and let ourselves come down slowly, silent but for the sounds of our mutual breathing trying to regulate.

  ‘Sir, forgive the intrusion, but we’re five minutes from the private airfield,’ came David’s voice over the loudspeaker.

  ‘Thank … thank you, David,’ Luc uttered as he lifted his head and smiled down at me, reaching up to sweep my hair back from my forehead. He chuckled and I giggled as we heard the intercom click off.

  ‘There had better be good soundproofing in this limo,’ I smiled up at him.

  ‘Nothing but the best. You know I am a jealous and possessive man, ma belle. No one gets to hear your cries of pleasure but me. Come, we must get cleaned up and dressed quickly. Kiss me one more time.’

  ‘I could kiss you forever,’ I replied, offering him my lips and kissing him tenderly before he gently pulled out of me and leaned over to press on the polished dark wood panelling opposite. It opened to reveal a supply of wet wipes and white cotton facecloths. My Luc liked to be prepared and limo sex was something we often looked forward to. He took his time tending to me first, gently cleaning me before himself. I gingerly sat up, still feeling more than a little giddy from such an amazing session, and he smiled as he buttoned up his jeans, then passed me my bra and dress. ‘I don’t suppose you have any spare knickers for me in that secret cupboard of yours, do you?’ I asked as I hastily dressed while he pulled his shirt back on.

  ‘Non,’ he chuckled. ‘Actually, I have decided that I like the idea of you not wearing any for the rest of this holiday. That way I can either sink into you, or finger you, whenever I want.’

  ‘Damn, the things I have to put up with as your wife,’ I teased.

  Coco

  ‘I’m so going to slap you in a minute, Hunter Donovan,’ I warned, as he groped my backside while I tried to gracefully walk up the narrow steps to Luc’s private plane in a tight leather skirt and a pair of ridiculously high heels. His hands had been all over me in the car on the way here as well.

  ‘Can I help it if you’re waving that sexy arse of yours in my face?’ he retorted. ‘If you’d just let us book Trevor to bring us in the company limo, we could have had sex and I wouldn’t need to be groping you right now, as I’d already have had my fill of you.’

  ‘Your fill of me?’ I gasped, as I turned my head and shot him a disapproving look. ‘If I’d known it was going to be a one-time deal for this mini-vacation, I’d have got it out of the way and left you behind, so I could enjoy shopping without a constant whine in my ear that you’re bored.’

  ‘One-time deal,’ he scoffed. ‘When has it ever been a one-time deal with me, Coco? You’re always the one who begs me to come as you can’t keep up. Besides, how many shoes does one woman need? I’d like to see some of the actual city with my woman this time, instead of just the inside of boutiques.’

  ‘Your woman? You’re such a caveman,’ I hissed. ‘For that, you can go and stick your offer of holiday sex up your ar–’

  ‘Miss Barella, Mr. Donovan, welcome on board,’ smiled the air steward in his smart uniform as he interrupted our argument. ‘Please head on through, Mr. and Mrs. Le Grand will be here any moment. Can I get you anything to drink?’

  ‘A whisky with ice for me please, and a glass of champagne for Coco.’

  ‘Coming right up,’ our steward nodded as he gestured for us to make our way through to our seats.

  ‘Thank you,’ I beamed, tossing a glare over my shoulder at a smirking Hunter as he took the opportunity to slap my backside.

  ‘We could always have a quickie in the toilet before they get here,’ he breathed in my ear.

  ‘Hmph. In your dreams,’ I shot back, swaying my way into the cabin and taking the cream leather seat to the right of the aisle. ‘No way am I greeting Lulu and Luc with sex-flushed cheeks, I have more class. They’d never do that if they arrived at the Havershams’ company plane first. In fact, Lulu wouldn’t do it knowing she was about to face us.’

  ‘You’re telling me that if Luc made a move, she’d reject him?’ Hunter enquired, as he slid in opposite me and tugged his grey waistcoat down, then ran a hand through his messed-up, dirty-blond hair. I forced myself not to look at him. He was too good looking for his own good, and arrogant about it. That cockiness wasn’t helped by knowing that I virtually panted every time I saw him.

  ‘Knowing she was meeting us any moment? Of course.’

  ‘Say that with a little more conviction, Coco.’

  ‘I think I know my best friend better than you do,’ I replied, folding my arms across my chest. Damn it, my nipples were already hard at the anticipation of having sex with him when we landed and had some time alone. He didn’t need his ego inflated any more than it already was by knowing I couldn�
�t wait to jump his bones.

  ‘Hmmm, really? So tell me why she’s just stepped out of the limo with her usually perfect hair ruffled and her cheeks flushed, and Luc’s frantically tucking his shirt back into his jeans?’ Hunter chuckled.

  ‘No way,’ I uttered, craning my neck to look out of the window. ‘Lulu Le Grand! God damn it,’ I moaned. I was desperate for sex. I hadn’t seen Hunter for two nights as he’d been away in Amsterdam, but I hadn’t wanted to turn up to meet my friends looking freshly fucked. That’s why I’d declined Trevor using the limo to bring us. Lulu must have been really desperate to go for it in the car, knowing she was seeing us both any moment.

  ‘We’ve been dating for over a year and a half now, Coco,’ Hunter interrupted, his low baritone voice sending a light shiver of delight running down my spine. ‘Are you so embarrassed of me that you don’t want your friends to know we’re actively fucking?’

  ‘Of course I’m not embarrassed,’ I replied, quickly turning my head to meet his stunning but confused blue-eyed gaze. ‘I just … we have this whole weird “love to hate each other” thing going on still, everyone sees us bickering and winding each other up. I just don’t want people to assume that … you know, hot sex is all we have.’