by Taylor R. C.
- I thought I would already have the place in mind, since it seems to decide everything.
The pleasant sound of her laughter made James squeeze the brave to not squirm in the car seat while something in particular among his pants began to show clear signs of stiffness that was getting worse every second, even more because he was in that small, closed space. , smelling her taking over everything.
- Are you calling me controller?
- Away from me ... - The man mocked.
- You are too, that's why you're bothered. - He looked at her ugly. - I will do the charity to let you choose the place!
- Angels cry with their charitable soul ...
- At least pretend you don't want to throw me out of the car.
Her voice sounded upset. He sighed wearily, thinking that throwing her out was the last thing James wanted. He took advantage that she was looking at the window, let his eyes wander over her face, her slender neck. The angels do cry, but because apparently they had lost one of their companions.
- I'm sorry if I'm a scoundrel, but that's better.
This time Gisele was taken completely by surprise, she didn't know that Blackcastle would be able to apologize, but apparently, he was and that left him vulnerable, he saw it in his blue eyes before he dodged hers.
- I don't understand ... I don't know why you think that!
- All you have to understand Gisele is that things should stay that way between us.
- Just because that's what you want? - She said and James sighed again.
- Yes.
- Well, I don't accept it.
James let out an exasperated groan, as he must have known he would receive exactly that answer.
- Okay, this will be the last time we see each other, so how about a deal?
That was the best move Gisele had ever made with the Baron of Blackcastle.
- It depends on what you suggest.
- I offer to promise to behave like a gentleman and I ask you to promise that you will no longer insist on this thing that we are having!
She evaluated that offer wondering if it was worth it and thought so if she knew how to act, and deep down, she already knew how, but she was also curious to see a new side of James.
- I accept, since I really lost all my hopes.
- It doesn't seem ... - He gave a corner smile.
- You're bragging.
The signs of that smile remained on his face even though he hid it by turning it over.
- I swear not!
For the first time, a pleasant silence settled between them and it was really good. When they were practically in the city center, Gisele felt that she wanted to break it to satisfy her curiosity.
- Can I ask you something?
- Yes.
She watched him watch him gently agree to the traffic even though he looked so relaxed.
- Why does your butler call you Sir. Blackcastle?
A very short laugh escaped him before giving him a quick look.
- It is a form of formal treatment, my uncle the former owner of the title liked to be called that and Pottes loves these formalisms, he has already rendered his services to three Barons before me.
- And do you like to be treated like this?
- No. - Denied ruefully. - I already ordered him to stop, but he insists on continuing, so I stopped importing!
- He looks like a cool big shot.
- He's a nosy old man. - He said exasperated, but there was something in his tone that was affectionate.
- What do you like, admit will?
James rolled his eyes, preferring to bite his tongue rather than admit that Pottes was the closest thing to a friend, if one day the little guy heard that, he was sure that he would start to further tease his life.
- I prefer the gallows!
Once again her laughter filled the room and again James had to control himself, he thanked God that they were already arriving at a traditional London restaurant, that would not leave the possibility of error, Gisele would like it, at least that was what he waited, because he had done that a long time ago and thought it was more than rusty.
He entered a garage, in the basement of one in front of the luxurious entrance of a classic building, which in no way would be said to be a restaurant, but soon Gisele accompanied the Baron inside after taking a private elevator, they were soon greeted by the [14]maitre d 'who took them to the best table. Gisele decided to leave it to Blackcastle to choose the main dishes, which clearly took him by surprise, when they were finally left alone, his look was speculative.
"You know you don't seem like the type of woman who lets a man choose for you, do you?"
- Once in a while I leave. - He bit the corner of his lip smiling. - But obviously not everything!
- No of course not. He cleared his voice before continuing. - I didn't ask, but how are your injuries?
- Ah, I'm almost young.
- Almost?
- Yes, it's still a little green in the hip area, but it doesn't hurt what makes me happy. - She smiled with amusement. - I hate to feel pain, I'm a little soft actually!
The more he heard the voice, calm and softly hoarse, staring at her face, the more James found her fascinating, and of course, the lack of sex was a great bitch that helped in that fascination, but he knew that above all the woman in front of him was managing to fascinate him. Every time she smiled her whole face just lit up, it was beautiful and it drove him crazy with lust.
- You don't look soft to me, I'd say you're tough.
- Well, isn't it?
She winked and finally got a smile from him which made her immensely satisfied.
- Yes, should I worry?
- No, you will already throw me out of your orbit, I will return to my original place ...
James frowned and looked at her hand on the table, wanted to touch it, but in doing so he had no idea how big the damage would be to his control, so he stopped himself.
- I may seem to call social positions, but I don't care, and if this is what is going through your head that is preventing us from having something, I couldn't be more wrong!
- So what prevents?
Gisele looked at his serious face and the way he ran his hand over his beard wanting to do the same, he remembered the feeling, it was good.
- Let's not insist on that, how about just enjoying dinner? - He was getting away from it. - Here comes our waiter ...
With the perfect "team" the Baron managed to escape the conversation, she left, but that did not mean that he would not catch him.
£££
The Baron knew that if he spent more time with that woman he would want to immerse himself in the mysteries behind those caramel green eyes, and listen to her enthusiasm when talking about art, about the few cities he knew and what he liked best. James swallowed feeling very strange. They were in the elevator, going quietly down to the garage, keeping their distance polite.
This time he opened the car door for her, Gisele smiled, watched James turn around, was feeling that this was the time to attack, sincerely hoped he wasn't wrong, and then when he got in the car closing the door, Gisele gave the boat, went to the man's lap taking his face in his hands, kissing him.
James didn't expect that, he didn't have time to think, just to feel his lips wet, warm and then he tasted the red wine she tasted, all sanity was thrown to hell. His hands reacted instinctively, holding her back, sliding through the thin fabric of his shirt, trying to feel more, to have more. She sucked on her bottom lip and deepened the kiss next.
There was no control over Gisele's actions, suddenly his boat turned against her, when James seemed to lose his strength and allowed her to take everything from him. Her mouth fitted into his with a frightening perfection, the rubbing of his beard was a lighter, the touches were fire and then set her on fire. She felt the soft tug on her hair that escaped the bun, moaned when his mouth slid across her jaw, scratching, teasing.
- Gisele...
The sound of his name com
ing out of his lips was delicious.
- Don't stop, don't stop ...
She whispered lost in him, opening his shirt, there was nervousness, excitement and total desire, she wanted James.
- Not...
That protest died on his lips when he felt small, delicate hands cover his chest.
- I want you!
She whispered in his ear, nibbling the tip of his ear, then licking his neck, tasting man and clean skin, while her hands roamed the male chest covered with a hot layer of hair, went down to the abdomen feeling the definition of each muscle.
- Please do not...
James couldn't resist anymore, he didn't have the strength, he was never a saint and so he punished himself, but it was impossible to stop if Gisele didn't stop. Her hands reached the waistband of the pants, opening the belt, then the zipper, and in the next instant infiltrating inward and involving his member. He threw his head back totally lost in the surreal pleasure of that simple touch.
- I want you inside me Baron ... - She kissed him and said. - Touch me, please ...
Gisele continued to stroke the man's upright extension, even in that tight arrangement of the car, but nothing was going to stop him from having it. She kissed him, sucking his lip, watching him respond immediately, her large, callused hands on her fingertips moved up his thighs until they roamed the inside, causing goosebumps at the end of his spine, but when that touch met his sex it didn't it can suppress a wanton groan.
- Holy shit, you're so wet ...
Yes, she was, she knew clearly and the more she heard his voice, she felt it, the more she was drenched. James slid his thumb between the outer folds of her sex, teasing, even playing with her clit. Gisele squeezed her thighs in search of something to relieve that pleasurable pain, but she didn't get much, the man's big thighs prevented it.
- James ...
Her voice was a mix of order and request, James knew what he was going to satisfy, but he didn't trust himself, so he kept his touch, sliding, turning and finally penetrating her with one, then two fingers, she moaned. kissing then. He would come just doing that, he was sure, everything was intensified because she still touched him.
- Don't torture me, give me more of you. - She asked hesitantly.
- Baby, it's not you that is being tortured, it's me ...
Gisele didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted him and wanted everything, so she took the nice touch from his hand, watched the Baron's face twist in confusion, smiled, kissed him, as he pulled his member completely out of the front of his pants and went down his body, fitting in, heard a protest from him that was more satisfying than it should be.
Without wasting any more time, he dropped his weight on that upright extension and felt it coming in, it was tight, James was big, more than anyone she had ever received and it had been a while since she had anyone. But Gisele continued, she was wet enough, she felt James' hands grab her hips, she thought he was going to go there, but no, she totally did the opposite, with a movement the man pulled his body down and lifted himself with a single rush was all within her, it brought out a cry of pleasure when she was filled with him.
She moaned, feeling him put his face on her neck, sucking her, while his hips worked again while James lifted her high enough to make the movement in and out, making a delirious friction with her clitoris. There was no gentleness, his hands held her tightly, he penetrated her, one, two, three ... It was so nice ... Gisele clung to his firm body enjoying his rude way, moaning, listening to him grunt without composure, smiled, and then it was over ...
James was filled with the painfully pleasurable feeling of being enveloped in that cave, tight, hot and so wet. He went totally crazy when he felt Gisele hold him and invite him inside, lost his head, and took a wild one, he couldn't control himself, he just penetrated his delicious body and came, he didn't even have a minute inside her, he exploded like a teenager who was doing it. sex for the first time. Everything he did was shameful in many ways. He broke his promise, raped an angel and frustrated her, she hadn't come, it was a cold shower obviously.
- Shit!
He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, Gisele already felt him softening inside her, so she gathered up the rest of her dignity and stood up, throwing herself on the bench next to her. She bit her lip with a curse, as irritated as anything good was going to come out of her mouth, she was frustrated by the Baron's performance that she had no consideration in helping her get any more pleasure.
- I ... - James' voice died.
- Don't apologize, everything is fine.
It took every ounce of her to say that in a pleasant tone, she looked at him, her hair was in disarray, as she arranged her disheveled clothes in total dismay.
- What the fuck ...
He hit the steering wheel and stared at Gisele, who was biting the inside of her cheek. The skirt was already back in place, but the rest of the appearance was not, she looked violated and disgusted, but she tried to hide it.
- Let's go, please!
It was clear that it had never happened to her before, James sighed mortified, then did as she was told. The silence was disturbing, he ran his hand over his forehead, feeling the sweat, not only from the sexual adventure, but from the nervousness. Satan and God came together to hate me ... He thought and glanced sideways at Gisele, who was staring at the window, but her thighs were tightening in a clear sign that she needed attention or else ... Fuck no .. Asked James internally.
- I hurt you? - The big question took Gisele out of monotony.
- Pardon? He frowned.
- Did I hurt you? You're squeezing your thighs ....
- Fuck ... - Her temper exploded. - No James, you didn't hurt me, just came!
He gasped, turned his attention back to the clue, he had no idea if he could face her without becoming the color of a tomato.
- Sorry, if I could not have done it inside you ...
- Forget it, I have injections, that is not the problem, I think it is not covered to understand!
James already knew that was not the problem, of course, no one would be so calm after a hurried relationship with an unpredictable orgasm, if they were not prevented. The point here was that Gisele wanted the same thing, an orgasm. He took a deep breath thinking about how he would love to give her that and deep down he needed to have her again, it didn't matter much anymore, he had already thrown away his promise and maybe when he had to walk away from Gisele the punishment he had been fulfilling would be even worst.
The man only gave a nod, said nothing more, Gisele wanted to punch him, thinking he was a selfish motherfucker, so she also made no effort to break the uncomfortable silence that took over the small space they shared, she she just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, get into her bathtub and forget about that disastrous night. I didn't even want to think about how I would have to tell Benett that and even more, say that I gave up. She let out a tired breath, finally seeing her hotel come into focus as they approached, when the Baron stopped the car, got out, she was left without understanding anything.
- Now he wants to be a gentleman? What an idiot! - He murmured.
The Baron opened the car door and held out his hand to her, who accepted it, but the man did not let go, on the contrary, he intertwined his fingers in his, following into the hotel.
- James, what are you doing?
He didn't even deign to look, he just continued towards the elevator, they entered together and only there did he gain the attention of the man, who approached, bringing his free hand to his cheek, stroking very gently.
"I will satisfy you ..." He paused, tilting his face and biting his lip. - This time I'll do things right, honey ...
The whispered tone of his voice made her whole body shiver and before she knew it, she was already throwing herself against the male chest, offering her lips for a kiss and getting what she wanted. James slid his hand down her neck, until it infiltrated her hair, holding it completely. His tongue teased, invaded and then withd
rew, he moved away, the elevator doors opened.
- Ah ...
Gisele sighed and James laughed pulling her out and hurried to her suite. He would give anything she wanted, make that night memorable, because after that there would be nothing more and it would be a beautiful punishment. He hugged her, kissing her neck, loving the difference in size, the delicious smell.
- Open it fast, woman!
She managed to open it, laughing, then threw her things on the floor and turned, grabbing James who kicked the door shut. Gisele wrapped his shoulders, which he placed on her lap, holding her by the thighs, walking towards the room, without stopping to kiss her for a minute.
- Take off your clothes ...
- As you wish, Miss. Linsey!
She said in a laugh, putting her on her feet, getting rid of her blazer, while Gisele opened her shirt and then finally the male breastplate covered by hairs a little darker than her hair, they made a trail that disappeared in the waistband of the pants. She traced the gominhos, tracing the waist, approaching and kissing his chest, then licking the nipple, listening to him moan, smiled.
- He's still very dressed.
- You are Gisele!
James opened her skirt in a quick movement, then dropped it on the floor while getting rid of the blouse, leaving her only underwear and high heels. His gaze was predatory, his breathing uneven, the blue of his eyes fading from his pupil dilated with desire.
- You like what you see, Sir. Blackcastle?
The man smiled lazily and then pulled her around the waist, making her collide with his strong body.
- Affection, I'm about to fall to my knees before your beauty!
James was telling the truth, Gisele was beautiful, and she wasn't even completely naked yet. He picked her up, surprising her, then laid her down on the coffee table.
- Ah ...
The contact of the cold glass with his hot skin was exciting, she saw the malicious smile of the man, who started to take off his shoe, kissing the back of his foot, going down, from the ankle to the inner thigh. Gisele closed her eyes, breathing hard, excited, loving all that attention, wanting those kisses in the center of her legs, but he passed that way, his tongue traced her navel, rising, until the big hands infiltrated her back opening her bra and taking it out.