by K D Grace
Chapter Sixteen
He should have been excited and, in truth he was, but it was hard not to be just a little grumpy when Paulo had actually hoped he would have Liza all to himself this evening. Instead – and he suspected Coraline was in on this – someone had thrown their weight around in just the right way and in just the right places to get the permission they needed for Liza’s experiment, and he found himself at the ruined the Roman city of Ostia Antica after hours. He hadn’t even been able to drive Liza there this time. The set-up had been quick and simple. Liza had insisted that it was better that way, and since she and Jim were already there, they’d had pizza somewhere close by and were waiting for him at the car park when he arrived. He could tell by the slight flare of her nostrils that she had scented him. Her lovely full lips curled upward in an energetic smile he was dying to kiss right off her face. ‘You made it,’ she said, fingers dancing over the screen of her iPad, eyes drawn in a sexy librarian squint as she tried to make out whatever it was she was looking at in lighting that wasn’t ideal.
‘I can’t believe it’s all happening so fast,’ she said, as he moved as close to her as he could without making his need to be near her too obvious. Vera had let it slip to one of the secretaries who had let it slip to Alessandro, which meant it was now all over the Martelli offices that she and Jim had entertained each other quite well last night at her place, so Paulo was pretty sure Jim wasn’t competition for Liza’s affection. But, fuck, the man had had her to himself all day long, and Paulo couldn’t believe that Liza didn’t feel the need to talk about last night and their time in the dungeon at least as much as he did. Or maybe she was avoiding him. She didn’t seem to be avoiding him. If he could smell her as well as she could smell him then he’d know if she were avoiding him or not. Unconsciously he sniffed, and she looked up at him and smiled. All he knew for sure was that she smelled really good and she knew he was sniffing her.
David was already there with everything they’d need in order to bag and label necessary items of clothing. He worked in the research department of Martelli Fragrance and when Liza walked over to him, he held up the rucksack full of essentials. ‘You know how Ms Martelli is,’ he said. ‘Now that there’s a plan, the woman wants it done yesterday.’
‘So who’s going to have sex with you tonight?’ Liza asked. Paulo couldn’t help be a little proud that she said it without the slightest blush of embarrassment. But then he figured she was in research mode, and if their encounter with the ménage at the villa was any indication, where scent was concerned, she lost any inhibitions she might have and was totally and completely focused. She sniffed in David’s direction. ‘You didn’t shower before you came over, did you?’
‘Oh, I’m not having sex tonight,’ he said, then he offered her a wicked smile, ‘At least I’m not the one you’ll be sniffing. Doesn’t mean I won’t be enjoying my work.’ He made a rude gesture over his groin as though he were jerking off.
‘I believe I have the honour tonight,’ Angelo’s resonant voice couldn’t have caused more of a shudder for Paulo if it had been fingernails on a chalkboard. He didn’t need Angelo’s antics complicating the evening, and Angelo would be sure to figure some way to cause problems. The fucker looked at Liza like he wanted to eat her for dinner, and this time she did blush. Paulo ground his teeth.
‘I see,’ Liza said. To her credit, she still sounded all businesslike. ‘And who will you be fucking?’
Paulo bit his lip and Jim tried unsuccessfully to swallow a snigger. The woman had guts, Paulo had to admit.
‘Sadly not you, it would appear.’
‘I’m not in your dungeon tonight, Angelo. You’re in my domain now, and it’s my job to sniff,’ she said coolly. ‘And who else will I be sniffing?’
‘That would be me.’ Lucia stepped out of a sporty red Audi, showing plenty of leg from beneath a black flip mini skirt as she did so. ‘And frankly, I don’t mind sharing Angelo if you care to join us, Ms Calendar. In fact, I think Angelo would have no problem doing us both.’ She shot Paulo a heavy pout. ‘Paulo kept you all to himself last night. The man can be so selfish.’
Fuck! Was this Coraline’s idea of a joke? She couldn’t have gotten a harder couple to work with if she had made a special effort.
‘We volunteered,’ Angelo said, smiling at Paulo as though he’d read his thoughts. ‘Besides it was a bit of a short notice to be too picky, wasn’t it? Trust me, Ms Calendar …’ he gave Luci’s braless breasts a good grope, but his eyes never left Liza’s ‘… we’ll give you plenty to sniff.’
As they headed in through the gate and along the Decumano Massimo, past the necropolis and then the ruins of the theatre, Paulo slid a possessive arm around Liza’s waist. ‘Is it just the six of us then?’
‘I guess so,’ Liza said. ‘I don’t know who made the arrangements. I only know that Coraline wants it done as fast as we can realistically manage it, and we were already here. I like the way Angelo and Lucia smell together. Or maybe I should say I like both of their scents, but if they’re not willing to play nice, the results won’t be the same. ’
He leaned close to her ear so no one else would hear. ‘I would think after last night you would see that sometimes not playing nice results in something very nice indeed.’ He sniffed and thought he could smell her scent spike. But so often it was difficult to tell if he could really smell the subtleties she spoke of to him or if he only hoped that he could.
‘Believe me,’ her voice sounded thicker, rougher, and she made no effort to hide her deep inhalation of his scent. ‘I’m very well aware of the delicious results of not playing nice. And I’ve got the welts and sore muscles to prove it. Plus I’ve spent a good chunk of the day analyzing the data you had the presence of mind to get David to collect for us. I’ve been trying to pull corresponding scents from the perfume organ, and I’ve got some really great ideas for the Dom and sub scents. I thought we’d use Angelo for those. I didn’t figure him to be a sex al fresco sort of guy.’ She shrugged, her gaze locked on Angelo, who walked ahead of them. ‘Though I could easily figure him for a bit of an animal.’
Paulo bristled in spite of himself. He didn’t like Liza thinking about Angelo at all. But this was business, he reminded himself. ‘Do you wonder what might have happened if I hadn’t shown up last night when I did?’ Fuck! Why the hell had he said that? And worse, he knew full well that she could smell his jealousy.
Her lips tipped upward into a Mona Lisa smile. ‘It smells to me like you’ve spent way more time wondering about that than I have.’
For a long moment they walked in silence while he struggled to regroup ‘That’s unfair advantage, you know? Using your nose like that.’
She nodded. ‘It’s unfair of you to assume that things turned out any way other than the way I wanted them to turn out last night. Except, of course, I would have stayed awake a little longer and wore you out a little better.’ She sniffed. ‘You like that idea, don’t you?’
‘Maybe we can shoot for another nice outcome tonight when we’re finished here?’
‘Maybe.’
The conversation ended abruptly when Lucia approached the statue of headless Hercules with a little yelp of delight. The short flip skirt she was wearing barely covered her bright pink thong, which was clearly visible as she clambered up the remains of the ancient steps and began caressing the statue’s cock, at rest against his balls, all of which rested, both discretely and exposed at the same time, against one thigh, raised on a plinth, a draping of cloth sculpted over it.
‘What do you want us to do?’ Angelo asked, trotting up the steps after Lucia.
‘Whatever you want to do,’ Liza said, ‘as long as it leads to sex al fresco.’
The figure of Hercules was only slightly larger than life-size, and in part that was due to the sculpture’s raised position. But Lucia wasn’t shy, as she began to stroke and caress marble genitalia. Then, as though she were completely alone, she lifted her light summer sweater and cupped her b
reasts awkwardly around the statue’s unresponsive package. Angelo leaned against the raised thigh of the statue and undid his fly. As he eased his already expanding cock out of his boxers, he observed from lowered eyelids as Lucia’s large pink nipples rubbed and pressed and danced against the pale marble.
Paulo watched the two of them as his own cock tightened inside his trousers. Liza slipped away from him and moved slowly, cautiously up the steps, pausing with her eyes closed to breathe in the thickening scent of lust that only she could smell. Suddenly he had no interest in what Luci and Angelo were doing. He couldn’t take his gaze off Liza in her blue sundress, nowhere nearly as sexy as what Luci was wearing, and yet Liza was by far the most captivating woman there, lost in her exploration of scent. He knew it and everyone else there knew it, he was certain. Though he doubted that Liza was aware of it. She would be wet and slippery by now, taking in the scent of sex like she was. He knew her heart would be racing with excitement. He knew that for her what was going on between Lucia and Angelo was an exciting olfactory story unfolding before her nose, and knowing what she was experiencing made his own heart race, made him wish desperately that he could smell it with her.
It was as she moved slowly up beside Luci, just far enough away not to disturb her that he noticed Angelo was not watching Luci at all. His eyes were locked on Liza, following her every move like a predator waiting to pounce. Paulo’s fists clenched at his side until his knuckles popped, and he was halfway up the stairs behind Liza before he realized he’d even moved.
With his eyes still locked on Liza, Angelo moved in behind Lucia and shoved the tiny flip skirt up over her hips to expose her buttocks, separated by a thin strip of the pink thong. He tugged at the back of it until it rubbed up tight against her crotch. She gave a little grunt and slid one foot along the rubble by the plinth to open her legs. Then with his gaze still on Liza, Angelo shoved the thong aside and thrust two fingers up into Lucia’s pussy. She wriggled her hips against his probing until he pulled free and sniffed her juices. ‘Mmmm! I can smell Lucia’s sopping cunt too, Liza Calendar.’ He gave himself a stroke. ‘And in a minute I’m gonna fuck her until she comes all over my cock. Oh, would you look at that?’ He thumbed the pre-cum off the tip of his erection. ‘Can you smell me too, Ms Nose, can you smell my heat? Does it make your little pussy wet, sniffing us like you do?’
Paulo was ready to knock Angelo on his ass, but his crudeness didn’t seem to bother Liza. ‘Yes, it does.’ She spoke to him almost as a teacher would who was trying to explain something important to a schoolboy. ‘Of course it does, and I can smell that you’re both as turned on by taunting me as you are by each other.’
‘Oh I’m not turned on by taunting you, Liza Calendar, but by watching you sniff us. That makes me want to ram my cock up your wet little pussy.’
Paulo couldn’t help it, he moved to lay a hand on Liza’s shoulder and heard her gasp in the scent of him. Then she turned to him and found his mouth, her tongue probing deep between his parted lips, her body pressing against his. Angelo growled and mumbled something rude Paulo only half caught before Liza rose on her toes and spoke into his ear. ‘I can only smell you when you’re this close to me, and then I smell me wanting you. Please, go stand by Jim so I can concentrate.’
He curled his fingers in her hair and drew her nearer until she grunted out a heavy breath. ‘I don’t like him taunting you.’
‘Let him. He smells good that way. And it gives me another idea.’ He barely heard her words against his ear, but the reassuring squeeze of her hand and the spiking of her scent against his had him stepping back toward Jim.
As he did so, Angelo offered a throaty laugh. ‘Sorry, Paulo. She’s here to smell me tonight.’ He kneed open Lucia’s legs just a little further, eased his jeans and boxers down until his whole ass was exposed, then pushed into her pussy with a hard thrust that all but forced Lucia up into Hercules’s naked lap. ‘Tell me, what do you smell, love?’ He fucked Lucia with all the indifference of a porn star, one hand curled into her skirt as though he were a cowboy and she were his horse, while the other rested on his hip.
It was only because Paulo was so attuned to Liza’s voice, and only because he could do a little bit of lip-reading that Paulo caught what happened next. Jim and David were too busy watching the action to pay any attention to what was really going on. But Paulo was good at catching subtleties. That was why he was so good at his job. Liza moved closer to the rutting couple, much closer. With one hand resting on Hercules’ marble torso, she leaned in and sniffed. Then she spoke quietly to Angelo. ‘I smell your dominance like hot iron and your arrogance like chlorine in a swimming pool, Angelo. Shall I tell you what your arrogance is doing to Lucia’s scent, or would you prefer not to know?’
Angelo jerked as though he’d been slapped. His back stiffened, his body eased to a stop with his cock still buried inside Lucia. For a tense moment, his gaze flashed white-hot, locked on Liza. Paulo’s gut knotted with the tension that passed between the two of them. Then, slowly, very slowly, Angelo slid a large hand up to rest low on Lucia’s back, then around her waist where he wriggled it into her thong to stroke her clit, and she gave a throaty grunt. Then he fisted his hand in her hair and leaned in to kiss and nibble her neck. She gave a quiver of surprise as his tongue laved up her pulse point and over her ear. With his cock still buried to the hilt, he stood to his full height and shed his shirt. In the dying light, Paulo was surprised to see that his fingers trembled on the buttons. He gave one last thrust, much gentler than before, and pulled out, his cock shining with Lucia’s heat. She offered a little growl of protest, which died in her throat as he dropped into a squat and, holding the thong aside with one hand, he buried his face in her pussy. With the other hand, he awkwardly, but effectively spread his shirt at Hercules’s feet. Again he pulled away, and as Lucia’s knees gave, he caught her and lowered her onto his shirt. A murmur passed between Jim and David and Liza’s inhaled gasp told Paulo that something major had shifted in the olfactory stew. Though Paulo couldn’t actually smell it, the tremor low in his belly and the speeding up of his pulse told him something had definitely changed between the couple. There was a shifting of power, a loosening of control, even a sense of yielding that didn’t have to be smelled to be sensed.
Angelo knelt between Lucia’s legs and then with slow deliberateness of which Paulo would have thought the man incapable, he nipped and sucked and licked his way up the inside of Lucia’s left thigh. Her arms flailed and she groaned out loud, curling one fist into a tuft of grass that had grown up between the travertine stones and fisting the other in Angelo’s hair as though she could drag him up her body faster, but he took his time.
‘Angelo, please. Please! Angelo, Angelo, Angelo!’ By the time he had rested her bare feet on his shoulders and settled into the feast she offered between her thighs, Lucia called out his name like a mantra, and Paulo was convinced that a person would have to have no sense of smell at all not to smell the heat. His cock was hard inside his trousers as much from watching Liza’s response to Angelo’s shift in game plan as to what Angelo and Lucia were actually doing.
‘That’s better, oh God, that’s better, so much better,’ Liza said between gasps for breath.
‘What do you smell?’ Lucia managed with a little yelp as Angelo nibbled her clit. ‘Tell us what you smell.’
‘I smell arid summer and pine, I smell honey and lime and seashore. I smell hot metal and wet forest floor, I smell … I smell your orgasm like a sea storm.’
And before she finished the sentence Lucia bucked her hips and grasped Angelo tightly between her thighs as her cries echoed off the ancient walls of the ruins.
‘I want you in my mouth! I want you in my mouth, I want you in my mouth,’ Lucia babbled incoherently. To Paulo’s surprise, Angelo wasn’t the Dom tonight. He obeyed, shifting until his body arched over her, shoving and kicking until his trousers and boxers were off in a heap at his side. Then he lowered his cock into her mouth, positioni
ng himself carefully so that she could take him into her throat, her head back, her mouth wide and begging like a baby bird, moaning pleasure as he lowered himself into a classic 69 position. Then with the flat of his hand, he opened her thighs, planted a lazy tongue kiss in her navel, then battled the front of the beleaguered thong to bury his face back in her slit. Almost immediately she whimpered against his cock and her hips bucked. Lucia could come all night long. Everyone at The Mount knew that about her.
But it was what Liza was doing that had Paulo on the edge of coming. The way she sniffed, the way her eyelids fluttered then closed, the way she encouraged the lovers, the way she talked to herself of the scent of sea and earth and heavy thunderstorms. Oh God, he wanted to march right over to her, push up her skirt, and bury his cock in her soft wet folds, and he knew she would be so wet, so slick. He knew she would be ready and yielding and that she would take him to the hilt and he would be in ecstasy with her butter and honey scent curling around his lightning storm heat. He stood very still, breathing deeply – deeply enough to smell sex, deeply enough to feel it in his cells, but as Angelo wiped his face on his arm and repositioned himself to thrust into Lucia’s pussy again, and as she wrapped her legs around him and howled another orgasm, it wasn’t either of them that was making him desperate for some relief of his own. It was Liza, Liza reveling in an orgy of scent, Liza like a goddess in her element.
And when Angelo ejaculated with a roar, like a lion before Hercules, when his whole body convulsed like it would break apart, Paulo knew without a shadow of a doubt the man was feeling something he had never felt before. He was experiencing another dimension to sex, and he was a man who was jaded by experience.
But Liza knew that too. He could see it as she dropped to her knees gasping for breath, eyes closed, trembling all over. And Paulo could hold back no more, he rushed to her side and pulled her possessively into his arms. She uttered a startled yelp, then she looked up at him as though she wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, as though she had been somewhere far away. Then she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him long and hard.