Passion in Paris (4 page)

When finally she was all glammed up and feeling like a million bucks, Max had whisked her off in a limo for a leisurely drive through the city of lights and for drinks afterwards at one of his favourite places in all of Paris – the Buddha Bar.

According to him, the ultra-cool Parisian nightspot was the place to be and be seen. It attracted the young and the beautiful, the fashionable and the wealthy. The two storey building nestled on a quiet side street off the famous
Faubourg Saint-Honoré, and right next door to their hotel, offered privacy and exclusivity for the VIP crowd.

While in the car, his words had rushed back to her, as she stared fixedly at the glittering streets crawling by. Paris was always a good idea, he’d said. And with what had transpired between them over the course of several hours had convinced her of that sentiment. Everything felt surreal, as if they were the only two people on the planet.

Being with him was unprecedented. He was unprecedented. In matter of hours, her hunger for him had become boundless. It was as if he’d unleashed the woman she’d always wanted to be, but was afraid of becoming. What excited her most was that he demanded it, expected that she rise to the challenge. God, if this was what becoming addicted to a person felt like, she never wanted to be without her drug of choice.

Once inside the sultry atmosphere, her senses had become heightened. Aroused was more like it. She’d never been in a place this beautiful, rich, or decadent. From the flowers and statuettes flanking the entrance, to the delicate perfume of incense teasing the air, rich mahogany furniture, to the Chinese and Japanese art gracing the walls was a delicious contrast to
the intricately embroidered fabrics in red and gold that fused East and West, the exotic and the chic seamlessly. The soothing darkness, romantic rather than imposing, was broken only by the golden glow of scattered candles and
amber coloured lighting and chandeliers.

Above and beyond that was the forty foot statue of the meditating Buddha that dominated the dining room below in silent repose, watching over the diners and drinkers as the sitar inspired music played in the background.

But by far the best seat in the house was the balcony bar, where she sat now nibbling on sushi while taking in the whole scene from a comfortable perch. With him sitting beside her, his arms draped possessively over the back of her chair, the scent of his cologne sent shivers running down her spine making her wet, pussy clenching.

He trailed a fingertip across her collarbone and she couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. He swept a finger along her shoulder, and down her décolleté. Her nipples hardened. He leaned in close, his lips lightly brushing her ear and whispered, “Touch yourself.”

She almost choked. Her eyes wide with shock, she turned to him. His expression merely implacable. “Are you crazy?” She hissed under her breath. “Look around you. We’re in a public place.” She tried to keep her face still in an attempt to hide how much his words had affected her. The moisture pooling in her core was proof positive. Having her boundaries pushed was fast becoming a turn on. Intoxicating was more like it.

“Now,” he said, the deep timber of his voice spiking her heart rate. She glanced around them, checking to see if anyone noticed their quiet banter. Everyone was too busy chattering among themselves. “Spread your legs.”

Trembling, she felt her legs separate on command, the moist dampness of lace rubbing against her erect clit. Slipping her hand into her panties, she gasped as cool fingers grazed the throbbing nub between her legs.

“Would you like anything else sir?”

His hand seized her wrist from under the table. “Actually, yes. More champagne for the lady.”

“Coming right up.”

With the waitress out of ear shot, he turned back to her, lifting her hand and kissing the tips of her fingertips, tasting and savouring her. “Continue,” he whispered.

Throwing him a glare, her hand slowly travelled back into her panties, pausing before she slipped her fingers between the wet folds. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Pleasure yourself the way I pleasured you earlier. You do remember, don’t you?”

As if she’d ever forget. Imagining it was his hand that was touching her, she ran a finger down her slit before adding a second to plunge deep inside. Swallowing, she began to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy, a steady rhythm that had her other hand gripping the edge of the table.

“Damn you…” she murmured, as pleasure began to swell and mount. Her fingers slipped up to her clit, slick and wet with her arousal, and began rubbing deep circles around it with the middle finger.

“You’re enjoying every minute of it,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t you dare deny
it.”

“Oh, God…” she moaned quietly in turn, the pressure of her finger rubbing harder and faster now.

“Come for me. Right here, right now,” he whispered, actually more of a soft command that unleashed the floodgates and shattered her body, as her pussy clenched and convulsed. Her hand gripped the table until her knuckles turned white. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from moaning.

“Very good, my love.
Your champagne is here.”

When the waitress left, he lifted her hand and
discreetly, languorously sucked her fingers clean. He then leaned back in his chair, his face dripping with satisfaction. He took a sip of his cognac, lit a cigar with a wafer-thin lighter, as his gaze swept over the crowd. Then it came to rest upon her. He merely observed her, puffed on his cigar, and watched her through the smoke. She loved it and hated when he did that. Dammit, he was studying her, as if she was a specimen, an object under his hot, possessive scrutiny. “Do you realize how hard I am right now?”

Her throat went dry. Her heart rate spiked. Anticipation unfurled within her like the petals of a rose. She took a sip of her champagne. “I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound bringing both tension and pleasure alive inside her. Holding her captive with his eyes, they drew her in and drew her in until every ounce of her resolve vanished. She’d never seen eyes more intense than his, more direct, more…disturbing. It was the sheer force of them that unnerved her. It was frightening. It was…intoxicating.

“What if I am?” he countered.

“I’d say you’re crazy,” she shot back.

He nodded, as if he was contemplating and weighing the validity of her words. He extinguished his cigar in the crystal astray, downed the last drops of his cognac, and stood. “Outside,” he ordered.

“What?” she exclaimed, a hint of panic in her voice.

Without
an explanation or consent, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Let me show you how crazy I can be,” he said, and hauled her toward the exit with her reluctantly trotting behind him. “I think its about time you find out.”

Once outside,
he looked both ways, up and down the quiet side street that was more of an elegant alleyway than anything else. Guiding her away from the entrance to the tail end of it, just off the
famous Faubourg Saint-Honoré, he
pushed her down to her knees. There was no doubt in her mind what he wanted. His move had her glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Even though it was late, she could still see people scattered about, and the occasional cars passing by.

Feeling nervous and discomfited, Kate looked up at him and his gaze smoldered, filled with so much heat and desire and anticipation. Leaning back against the concrete wall, he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. He hadn’t been exaggerating about being hard. Obviously her solo act had turned him on more than she thought. She knew this wouldn’t take long. He was already on the verge, his erection like steel. The green of his eyes had darkened to a rich meadow grass, his need shimmering brightly, their heat radiating and pulsing at her.

He took himself in hand, stroked up and down, watching her all the while, his eyes focused greedily on her mouth. The anticipation was thick in the air. She could feel his excitement. It made her mouth water, eager for his taste, hungry for him again.

“Open your mouth,” he said brusquely.

She barely had time to obey before he was deep in her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping her head, holding her still as he withdrew and then plunged back in.

“Is this crazy enough for you? Fucking those luscious lips and coming all over your mouth in public, in Paris,” he ground out, rough and breathless.

Yes, it was. Anyone could stumble upon them, and that alone made her sense and sensibilities burn with embarrassment. Oh but it was decadent too being on her knees, the sultry glow of street lights, the faint noise of traffic and laughter, while he fucked her mouth in the most expensive area in all of Paris, if not the world. The contrast was intoxicating. His groan rang loud in her ears, thrilling her, fuelling her own pleasure as she took him deeper into her mouth. She glanced up, gauging his reaction, eager to see his pleasure. Her entire pussy quivered and tingled. Her own arousal humming in her veins as she sucked him deeper.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it.
All of me. Every inch.”

He twined his fingers more tightly in her hair, leaving her no room to move
. A sign he wanted to control the action. This was about him. He wanted her mouth on his terms. As he pushed his cock to the farthest reaches of her throat, a guttural moan rose to the heavens. The sound reverberating deep within her.

He
slowly withdrew and thrust forward again, and held himself at the back of her throat. He repeated once more, and withdrew again. Still holding her hair tightly in his grasp, he rubbed his cock over her lips and then thrust hard and deep.

“Jesus,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’m going to come in your mouth, Kate. I want you to swallow every drop.”

His entire body vibrated with erotic tension. The frantic pace of his thrusts told her he was close. Her mouth welcomed the rough invasion as wet sucking noises echoed in her ears, along with the distant murmurs of the night. This was not like earlier where she’d taken her time in pleasuring him – this was down-and-dirty – and to her surprise, she loved it. As she continued to lick and suck, the inevitable came hard and fast.

His hips bucked forward and the warm, salty explosion filled
her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair to the point of pain, but it felt amazing. He pushed himself into her, and held himself there, as the last of his release poured into her mouth. Still she sucked him deeper, lavishing every bit of attention on him. Staring up at him, she licked him from the head to the base, slowly and languorously. She wanted him to relish this moment until the sensations of his orgasm subsided. Finally, his grip on her hair eased and his cock slipped from her mouth.

He smiled down at her, triumph glittering in those emeralds, as he proceeded to zip up. He touched her cheek with a gentle caress, and pulled her up to her feet. His mouth came crashing down on hers, devouring her mouth as he had done with his cock. Wrenching his mouth from hers, he licke
d his lips thoroughly, savoring his and her taste. Lovingly he brushed his thumb over her lips, his gaze lingering on the mouth that had given him pleasure, when suddenly his eyes shifted away. Looking past her, a slight grin teased the corners of his mouth.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he prompted, sounding amused.

What the hell? Kate turned her head around and saw a couple standing a short distance away, looking covetous, almost lustful.
Oh my god!
Had they been there all this time?

“Damn you, Max,” she murmured, and hid her face against his chest.

He chuckled, somehow finding her show of modesty endearing. “You, my dear Kate, are priceless.” With a finger, he tilted her chin up. “I think we should head back to our hotel room and continue this show in private.”

At his words, everything inside her accelerated – her blood, her heart, her brain. The anticipation of what was yet to come too much to bear. Within the span of several hours, he’d transformed the strong, independent woman into a shameless and wanton one. If this had been any other time, any other man, this whole trip wouldn’t have happened. But at this moment, this man - nothing had ever pleased her more.

Hugging her protectively against his side, they turned the corner and within a few steps were back at the club. He made a quick stop inside to take care of the bill while she waited outside. Still reeling from what had just taken place, her face burned hot from the memory. When he returned, the mischievous glint in his eyes made her pussy throb. She knew what was on the menu once they got back to the hotel, and it wasn’t food.

“Come here,” he said in a husky voice. She went to him instantly and there was immediate satisfaction in his eyes.
Looking up at him, she was mesmerized by the way the street lights casted haunting shadows across his features making him appear sexy and mysterious. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched. His finger traced a line over the curve of her cheek and then down to caress her lips. The comfort and affection in his touch undid her. It was so sweet, so tender. A man of contradictions, she mused. His gentleness versus the frenzy with which he had fucked her mouth. It didn’t surprise her because in mere hours she’d seen the many sides of Max Gray, and she loved all of them, including this one.