Page 23 of A Royally Fake French Menage
“Do you?”
His gaze travelled to my mouth where it lingered for attention until my skin began to tingle. Then there was no air to be had in the bedroom, only a tangle of lips and tongues and teeth clashing together with an eternal sense of urgency as he leaned in to devour me. What should have been gentle and exploratory to start fast devolved into frantic, brutal kisses as he backed me toward the bed.
I reached up and grabbed handfuls of his hair, tugging hard. Jacques had always kept the strands long. After I left he seemed to have grown the pale lengths longer than ever. Monique hadn’t noticed, but I took full advantage. He growled into my mouth, his hands clutching at my biceps, hard fingers digging in painfully. Lust shot to my cock, leaving me hard and angry.
"It's been too long since I fucked you,” I snarled in English, driving my tongue into his mouth.
Jacques broke back for a gasp of charged air, his eyes flaring wide. “I don’t remember you ever?—”
“Did you think I’d fall on the bed and let you have me, dictate only your terms, my friend?” I snapped, twisting my fingers in his hair as I pulled at his scalp.
The noise that emanated from his mouth was feral as he bowed to my need. “I was looking forward to fucking you,” he hissed in a low voice.
Those strands formed the perfect handle. I pulled the slightly taller man’s head back until he arched before me. He rocked on his heels, seeking purchase, but I held him in place, unyielding as I stared down at him.
"Then you'll have to wait a little while longer." I smiled. "Because tonight I'm going to fuck you." I spat into his open mouth, watching as he worked his throat and imagined sliding my cock inside it. My smile became cruel. "How many nights were you kept awake thinking of fucking me, and now it's for your holes I’ll use instead?"
I didn't give him a chance to answer, pushing him back onto the bed. Jacques stumbled, his knees collapsing beneath him until he lay there, stunned. My name fell from his lips with a delectable sigh as I tapped his legs apart and was on him in a second, rubbing our fully clothed bodies together in a mounting frenzy.
Jacques held my nape tight, keeping our mouths fused together. "The door isn't locked.”
I growled and slammed his head back against the bed, furious he’d interrupt my progress. "Let it be unlocked. I'll protect you. "
Shock crossed his features as he stared at me. "But… That’s not your job," he stammered.
I shoved myself away from the bed. “I’ve been doing a shit job if that’s what you think.” I stepped back, shucking my shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me. Then I stilled, and watched him.
Wordlessly, Jacques rolled onto his knees and ran his hands over my body. Every plane of muscle reacted to the memory of his touch in tiny shocks.
“I’ve missed you,” he breathed.
My eyes narrowed. “Have you? I always thought you’d move on when I didn't come back,” I taunted, enjoying the sense of power overflowing my veins as he knelt for me.
“I hoped,” he whispered.
At that I fell silent, letting him explore. Jacques touched my skin as much as possible, exploring with a sense of fragility Iwasn’t used to from him. He rubbed his body against mine as he pushed my pants open and ran his fingers across my stomach, over the ridges of lean musculature there. When he reached my waistband, he rose unsteadily, circling my body until his chest pressed my back, hard cock against my ass.
Jacques reached around for the buttons on my slacks, his lips pressed to my throat beneath my ear. The soft sounds of sex filled the room as he licked and sucked at my skin.
"No marks," I breathed, flexing my fingers gently at my sides, desperate to drive myself into his body. To reclaim him as mine.
"What if it was your American girl, hmm? Do you remember her touch like this?" He laughed softly. The power shifted back to him as he slid his hand into my boxers, fondling my pulsing cock. His thumb glided smoothly over my head, glossing it with a bead of precum that dripped there. "You always liked silky material.” He pushed my slacks away until they pooled around my ankles. "I remember you liked how it felt I played with you.”
“I was supposed to be fucking you,” I managed.
Hot breath stroked my cock as he extracted his hand to fondle my balls with his fingertips over the silky material that heightened every intimate caress. I shuddered against his body, spreading my legs for him. Air left me as he found my cock again and rubbed me. His other arm wrapped around my waist to press flat on my stomach, pulling me back into him.
"Can I make you come, my lord?" He grazed his stubble along my cheek, pressing a kiss to my temple.
The door swung open. Genie entered, already chattering though I hadn’t seen her all day. "That maid, the one your stepmother sent me, is abysmal. Is she an intelligence agent for–"
She froze as she spotted us, her mouth open in a pretty ‘o’ shape, her eyes taking in everything laid out before her in a cornucopia of sinful evidence. My face heated, lips hanging openas I panted for another lover. Jacques’s arm tightened around my waist, his broad hand palming my cock still, stroking gently.
Fuck, if she keeps watching me with shocked eyes like that I think I’ll burst.
The concept of spilling myself in Jacques’s knowing hand for him while she watched left my cheeks blazing with humiliation. A groan worked its way free of my throat without my permission as I rubbed my ass against his cock.
And Genie never. Stopped. Watching. Us.
