by Amy Ruttan
Bastien was right—I was not disappointed.
Just as good as the little toy I had bought, only this one was much better. It was attached to a very handsome man. The man of my daydreams, which were just about to come true.
Bastien’s hot hands trailed down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me close to him. Reaching down, I touched his cock, encircling my hand around the base of his shaft. He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Crouching down, I wanted to take him in my mouth, to taste him, but he stopped me and pulled me up.
“No, angel, I’m a true gentleman.” He pushed me down on the bed into the supine position. Parting my thighs, he knelt between them flashing a devilish smile. “And a true gentleman always lets ladies go first.”
When his hot, wet tongue ran up my slit I nearly lost it. “Oh God, Bastien, that feels so good.” I cupped my breasts and began to rub my hard nipples.
“I want you to do something for me, angel.” He stopped his ministrations.
“Anything.” And I meant it. I was willing to try almost anything with him, as long as he kept up what he was doing.
“Anything?” he asked, intrigue evident in his voice.
“Yes, anything, Bastien. Anything.”
“I want you to touch yourself, angel. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Even though I wanted him between my legs, or thrusting in and out of me, I obliged him. I had promised him anything. Letting my hand trail slowly down over my belly to my pussy, I let my fingers move slowly up and down my slit, him watching me touch myself in a way I had only done in private. Having his eyes fixed on me as I masturbated gave me an erotic and naughty thrill.
“How does it feel?” His eyes darkened, filling with lust. “Tell me how you feel.”
Opening the folds of my labia, I began to rub my clit, circling it with my fingertips. “It feels so good.”
“You’re making me harder, just watching you touch yourself.”
“I want you inside me.” And it was the truth. I was so wet and ready for him. All I wanted was for him to take me. Yet he just stood there, watching me, his cock erect, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the head. A wave of pleasure washed through me, heating my blood. “Bastien, please. I want you so bad.”
I arched my back, begging him to fuck me. Instead he moved my hand away from my cunt. He parted my labia and I felt his tongue on my clit.
“You taste so good.” Bastien murmured as his tongue began to flick my clit.
My body seemed to awaken from a deep slumber at the sensation of his tongue against my clitoris, lapping it. It felt as if my whole body was on fire knowing he was there, between my thighs, tasting me. His hand slipped around to cup my ass, kneading the cheeks, bringing me harder against his mouth.
In my ears I heard the loud moan escape pass my lips as I circled my hips against his mouth. A ball of tension, of absolute pleasure, built up deep within my belly. I was close and Bastien knew it. His tongue swirled around my clit as two fingers slid into my pussy. He began to pump them in and out. I tried to hold out. I wanted to come with his big black cock buried deep inside me, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. I came, shattering like fragile glass.
As I tried to catch my breath I heard him open a condom. Before I had a chance to assist him, Bastien slid over me, his thick cock sinking into my tight sheath still contracting from my mind-blowing orgasm.
“Jesus, angel, you’re so tight.”
Wrapping my legs around his slim waist, I hooked my ankles together and pulled him tight against me as he moved slowly in and out of me. God, I wanted him to take me faster. I wanted to feel him coming inside me. As I watched him moving above me I felt goose bumps break across my skin. His big strong hands were on my hips, controlling the rhythm and pace of our intimate dance.
It wasn’t very long before Bastien began to quicken his tempo. I arched my hips so every time he thrust forward his thick cock rubbed my already-swollen clit.
I let go of my death grip on the sheets and cupped my breasts. Our eyes locked in that moment, his dark and full of lust. My skin fired and flushed under his intense gaze. Bastien was by far the most handsome and sexiest man I had ever seen. Just watching him now as he fucked me was even more arousing. I loved the way his muscles rippled under his smooth ebony skin with every movement.
Acting on pure animal instinct, I ground my hips in an answering rhythm to his thrusts. Bastien moaned, pulling me even tighter against him.
That tense feeling began to build again like a flame in the pit of my stomach, unfurling with every sure stroke. I was going to come again. Another orgasm began to wash through my body, my pussy clenching his shaft as I screamed in ecstasy. I had never come twice before, with a man that is.
“Ah fuck,” he cursed, his body taut. Bastien held himself still as he came deep inside me. His body gradually relaxed and collapsed beside me, his breath hot on my neck. “Angel, that was amazing.”
Chapter Three
I could feel my legs begin to shake as the aftermath of the orgasms sent a welcome rush of endorphins through my body. I had never experienced sex like that before, such a heady experience. Raw, almost animalistic. His scent permeated my skin as he lay beside me. Leaning on an elbow, he rested his head on his hand, a pleased look plastered across his face. He lazily trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
“What are you so happy about?” I tried not to giggle, but I felt so giddy.
“I think you know, angel.”
“Oh?”
Bastien chuckled softly. “Well, there’s that, but I think I won the challenge, wouldn’t you agree?”
Leaning over, I kissed him, hard and urgent on his full lips as an answer to his question. His hot tongue slipped past my lips, but only for a moment before he broke it off.
“Do you mind if I have a shower before I claim my reward?”
“No, go ahead. There’s one through the walk-in closet.”
Bastien kissed me again. “Don’t you go anywhere, angel. I mean to collect my winnings…all night long if need be.”
A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as I watched his taut ass as he got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but think about how I would love to grab that tight butt as he pumped into me. Just the thought of it made my nipples harden and I could feel the dampness gathering between my thighs again.
The shower started, the familiar sound of water splashing against the tile made me picture Bastien, water rivulets running down his body, making his skin glisten. Sliding off the bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom. The door was slightly open and I could hear the whirr of the ceiling fan. Peeking inside, I could see his obscured reflection in the steamed-up mirror. He had one arm braced against the wall, while the other hand moved in a rapid up-and-down motion.
My heart skipped a beat, he was masturbating. He was touching that magnificent cock, pleasuring himself, which would not do. I wanted to be the one to do that for him.
Slipping into the bathroom, I crept into the walk-in shower. Bastien was startled, his hand still wrapped around his shaft as he looked up at me in surprise. Then he looked embarrassed.
“Sorry, angel. I started thinking about you and, I just couldn’t help myself.”
“That’s why I came in here. I wanted you again.” I pushed him roughly against the wall as the water poured down his back. Squatting in front of him, because frankly the tiles would dig into my knees, I scraped my fingernails down his thighs.
“Angel, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice hitching his throat. Though I had no doubt in my mind he knew what I was about to do, what I had wanted to do earlier.
Moving his hand away, I ran my hands up to his belly, and then down slowly, lightly brushing his cock. Bastien took a quick intake of breath.
“What are you doing to me?” He sighed.
“I think you know.”
By his murmur of pleasure he knew exactly what I was going to do to him. His wet hands s
lipped into my hair as I dragged my tongue down his shaft, then back up again. Luxuriating in the taste of his skin under my lips. Bastien took another quick intake of breath, it hissed through his teeth as I repeated my motion one more agonizingly slow time before quickly taking him into my mouth.
He cried out and bucked his hips forward gently. I gripped the base of his cock and slid my mouth up and off. Bastien growled in protest, but only for a brief moment. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, applying pressure to the sensitive underside.
“Soc au’ lait!” he cried out. I really hoped it meant something good in Cajun. I assumed so by the way he began to thrust his hips at me, fucking my mouth, that it did indeed mean something satisfactory. By the way he held my head, and his inaudible moans, I knew Bastien was ready to come.
“You have to stop now, angel.”
Bastien pulled out and helped me to stand. Then he let out a frustrated growl as he pressed me against the warm, wet tile. His eyes were sparkling with arousal and frustration.
“What?” My body thrumming, waiting for him to fuck me against the wall.
“No condom.”
I laughed. “The little ornate box on the counter by the sink.” I had planned for every situation.
With a rough kiss he left the shower, but soon was back with a condom sheathing his cock. He pressed his body against me and captured my lips with a passionate kiss. I slipped my legs around his waist and he plunged into me hard and fast.
My fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he pounded into me. I reveled in the feel of his thick, stiff cock pumping in and out of me. Bastien braced his body with one arm against the wall as he slipped his other hand down between us and rubbed my clit.
“Oh God,” I heard myself moan.
His thrusts became more urgent, faster, and shallow. He was going to come soon. Bastien’s fingers rubbed my clit faster. He wanted me to come with him. Soon the heady warmth began to tug at my belly and my muscles clamped down as I came with him.
I unhooked my legs slightly, enough for him to slip out his cock. Bastien set me down, the water washing away any evidence of our fast coupling. My legs were shaking, they felt like jelly. Bastien turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He came back with a soft, terry towel for me. One was already wrapped around his waist. Bastien gently wrapped the soft, dry towel around my body.
With a devil-may-care smile, he swept me off my feet, literally, and carried me back to the bed. Laying me down, he climbed beside me, resting on his elbow once more.
“I think, angel, that was the best shower I ever had.”
“I gathered.” I laughed. “What was that you shouted? Something about a sock?”
Bastien chuckled to himself. “You mean soc au’ lait?”
“Yes.”
“It simply means, wow, angel.”
“Well, it’s quite the compliment. I don’t think I have one to compare.”
“Angel, after what just happened, soc au’ lait doesn’t seem to cut it either. I doubt anything could.”
Chapter Four
“I think it’s time for my reward.”
His remark caught me off guard. I had been dozing when I felt the featherlike touch of his fingers brushing my arm.
“I think you’ve got more than your just desserts my friend,” I said dreamily, not opening my eyes. I heard him chuckle.
“Oh, but, ma chere, you promised you would do whatever I wanted.”
“And what is it that you want, Bastien?”
A devious smile crept across his face. “Give me an hour. I’ll be back, and you better be dressed to go for a ride.”
I cocked an eyebrow as I watched him leap out of bed and start to pull on his crumpled uniform. He dressed quickly and grabbed his discarded mailbag. He came over to the side of the bed and kissed me swiftly, fiercely. His kiss holding a promise to come—and I was so looking forward to my surprise.
“I’ll be back, one hour. Be ready.” He left the bedroom and I listened to the sounds of his footfalls on the stairs and the door closing echoing up from the foyer. What did he have in store for us?
A ride could mean so many things, but I had to be patient and just…wait.
I hated being patient.
I was ready and waiting out on the front porch an hour later dressed in some khaki pants and simple cotton blouse. I honestly had no idea what kind of “ride” to expect and where it would lead us. This whole day, so far, had been planned, but full of surprises.
What a contradiction.
The deep growl of a motorcycle engine roared up the street. I looked up to see a big Harley with a leather-clad man sitting astride it. The bike stopped in front of my house and as the engine shut off, butterflies began to flutter in the pit of my stomach. Bastien revealed himself to be the hot, bad boy on the Hog. He tucked his helmet under his arm and a mischievous smile spread across his face.
I got to my feet. “That’s some ride.”
“I thought you might like it.”
I sauntered over to the Harley, running my finger along the chrome, tracing the name as I walked the length of his impressive ride. A shiver or anticipation ran down my spine at the delicious fantasy unfurled in my mind, one I had harbored for many years. I wanted to be fucked on the back of a Harley.
Bastien held out a helmet for me.
“You ready, angel?”
“Very.” Putting on the helmet, I slid on the seat behind him, slipping my arms around his waist.
He revved the bike to life and I clenched him just a little bit tighter. Sure it had been a fantasy, but I had never actually ridden on the back of a Hog before.
“Don’t worry, angel. You’re safe with me.”
I nodded, but didn’t release my death grip on him. He took off down the street. Slowly at first, easing me into the feel of the bike under me—when we hit the road out of town Bastien gunned the engine and we were racing across the tarmac. The bit of my hair, which hung out in a braid from under my helmet, blew in the warm wind.
The vibrations from the bike’s engine between my thighs felt so wild and powerful. It felt exhilarating—I felt so free.
We drove for about an hour until we came to a gravel road that led down to some wooded cottages that dotted the sunset coast of Ontario. Bastien eased up on the speed and took the gravel easily and I understood why. As soon as we turned onto the gravel road tiny pebbles were kicked up from the tires and began to pelt my legs. This is why bikers wore denim and leather. The pebbles stung like a son of a bitch.
We passed several secluded drives that led off to the cottages buried deep in wooded lots. I had no idea where he was taking me as we reached the end of the main gravel road. A small, dirt footpath seemed to disappear into the dense forest of pine and beech. The sign on the dirt trail into the woods said Delarue.
Bastien turned down the path and navigated the bumpy dirt footpath slowly, taking us into a secluded clearing by a white sand beach.
He stopped the bike and placed it on its kickstand. I let go of his waist and took off my helmet. He had done the same and was staring up at the canopy of leaves. The afternoon sun twinkled through the green and all around us was the gentle whisper of the trees and the waves of Lake Huron lapping at the sandy shore. We were utterly alone in a dream like Secret Garden.
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful here.”
Bastien nodded. “And it’s mine. I aim to build a log home here, near the water. I’m going to build it myself, with my bare hands.”
As I scanned the lot I then noticed some felled trees and a foundation of a home worked into the ground.
“Wow that is some endeavor you’re undertaking.”
Bastien nodded succinctly. The pride was evident on his face as he looked all around.
I turned on the seat and watched him in this place. A southern boy in a Canadian forest, building a log cabin—he intrigued me in more ways than one.
“So…why did you bring me he
re?”
Bastien turned around, peeling off his leather jacket. “For my reward.”
I cocked an eyebrow, a thrill washing over me. Perhaps he had the same fantasy as me after all.
“Your reward?”
He hung his jacket on the handlebar of the Harley, moving closer to me like a predator about to make its kill. “You promised me you would do anything I wanted.”
My nipples hardened under my cotton blouse. “Indeed I did.”
Bastien stood in front of me, his hands planted on the leather seat on either side of me, looming over me. His eyes were dark with passion, the sounds of the forest dissipated as I became totally focused on him.
The heat from his body enveloping me, I spread my legs slightly, inviting him to move closer.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, hearing my voice hitching in my throat.
Bastien didn’t answer me. Instead he began to undo the buttons to my blouse. His hands were hot through the thin cotton. He pushed my shirt down over my shoulders. At this moment I was very glad I decided against wearing a bra. He cupped my breasts with his hands, kneading them as he leaned over and captured my lips with his mouth. I ran my hands over his stomach and down to his belt, slowly undoing it. I pulled it from the loops and tossed it on the ground. With his belt out of the way I slipped my fingers between his jeans and body, brushing the tip of his erect cock.
He quickly removed my hands. “Hold on to the seat, angel.”
I gripped the seat of the Harley as he took off my shoes and then undid my pants. Hooking his fingers in the waist of my khaki pants, he pulled down my trousers and underwear at the same so I was now totally naked, on the back of his bike in the middle of the woods.
The wetness was pooling between my thighs. My excitement getting the better of me as I watched him take off the rest of his clothes so we were both naked. He held out a condom and I tore open the package and rolled the rubber over his hard cock.