French Quarter by Lacey Alexander Page B

surely let each of the women he’d come into contact with tonight feel his hard-on better than they would have with briefs.
    “You, too,” he said when she didn’t move.
    She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, and there she stood, same as at the club, in that pretty little garter belt and tiny scrap of panty, only this time, it was just for him. “You’re a sight to behold, darlin’.”
    She licked her lips, pointing at his shorts. “Next.”
    He gave her a devilish grin as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic at his hips. “Waitin’ to see somethin’ special, chere ?”
    She chuckled and said, “You know I am. Let me see it.”
    He obliged, ridding himself of the boxers so he stood before her completely naked, his cock at full attention, reaching past his navel. From the look in her eyes, she was well-pleased. “See somethin’ you like?” he teased.
    “Oh yes,” she purred, her eyes still glued to his erection. Then she pointed. “On the bed. Now.”
    He hadn’t quite decided yet if he was going to let her keep bossing him around, but for the moment, he obeyed, lying down atop the comforter so she could keep enjoying the view.
    He enjoyed a view of his own as she walked around the bed, heels clicking, to his side. Then she started climbing up onto the mattress, clearly intending to straddle him. That’s when he decided. No. He was taking back control of things, right now. There were certain things he wanted to do to her, and he was going to do them, damn it. “Not so fast,” he said, raising a knee to stop her progress.
    She looked stunned. “What do you mean?”
    “We’re gonna play things my way for a while.”
    Despite his words, she kept trying to climb on top of him until they were engaged in a small struggle. “Wanna play rough, do ya, chere ?” he chuckled as they wrestled. But he couldn’t get the upper hand while lying down, so he sat up, got to his feet, and tussled with her until he could close his hands on her waist, pushing her back to land in a small easy chair. He dropped to his knees in front of her and thrust his body between her thighs. They were both panting as he looked into her eyes. “I do like your spirit, darlin’, but you best not bother fightin’ me, since I’m gonna do exactly what I want to you and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me.”
    Her eyes blazed with passion and he felt her struggle against his hold once more.
    He only chuckled. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”
    She sighed and finally relaxed in his grasp.
    “That’s a good girl,” he told her, sliding his hands up, raking his thumbs across her nipples. She shuddered. “That’s a real good girl.”
    Looking into her eyes, he was bitten with the overwhelming urge to kiss her—everywhere. Lips, breasts, sweet little pussy. But he decided to start at the top, leaning in and lowering his mouth onto hers for a long, slow, steamy tongue kiss that had both their hearts racing by the time it was done. “Haven’t kissed you enough,” he told her, all traces of amusement or triumph gone. “And haven’t seen nearly enough of these pretty breasts, either, but I’m gonna remedy that right now.” With that, he used his fingertips to lower the lace that barely covered her nipples until her soft flesh spilled out in hot, beautiful abundance.
    It was the first time he’d seen her lovely breasts fully revealed. They were beautifully large and round, pale but for the pink crests that looked as hard as two rosy pearls. He ran his tongue over one erect nipple while he took her other breast full in his hand. The feel of that hard bead on his tongue was incredible, made him want to lick her again and again. Above him, she was letting out hot, pretty sighs that fueled him as he moved to the other sweet breast, licking and laving. He soon found himself sucking her nipple, slow and gentle at first, then he drew it deep into his mouth with more abandon. She held his head while he sucked on her,