“I could’ve killed him for making you so nervous.” He slid his fingers underneath my chin and lifted my view to him. “I didn’t buy your will or freedom. Punch him in the face, if needed.”
“I…I’m not doing that.”
“Rafael won’t touch you. He’ll take the punch and walk away.” He kissed my lips. “Trust me.”
I leaned away from him. “What did the test mean?”
Jean-Pierre glided his fingers over my cheek. “Rafael is protective of me. He wanted to make sure that you weren’t just around for the money.”
It didn’t make any sense. If I was supposed to play the prostitute, then wasn’t money supposed to be a chief concern?
I raised my eyebrows. “Rafael wanted to know if I liked you?”
“Yes.” He slipped my swimsuit down. The material dropped to the ground. It felt so naughty being exposed as he remained in his suit. Humor carried his accented voice. “Do you like me, Eden?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
“I definitely like you. Some would say that my liking you is an understatement.”
“And who would that be?”
“That’s a discussion for another time.” He moved his hands to my back and cupped my bare ass. “Tu n’es pas prêt pour la vérité, mon amour.”
I’m not ready for the truth? What did he mean?
It didn’t matter anyway. Rafael had left. The uncomfortable situation followed. Jean-Pierre held no anger toward me. If anything, he clarified that I would be respected among his cousin and men.
Due to that, I didn’t need to talk anymore. I wanted him inside me. Craved it. All of him filling me over and over, pushing away the darkness, warming me from the inside out.
I whispered back to him in French about how much I wanted his cock inside of me. “Je veux ta bite en moi.”
He groaned, “You’ve been practicing your French?”
I responded in French, telling about how much I wanted to suck his cock. “Je veux te sucer la bite.”
“You’ll suck it soon, but not now.” He turned me around and bent me over the table. “Tonight, I want to be deep inside of you. Feeling you wrapped around my cock. Knowing that you’re aware of whose pussy it is.”
I widened my eyes. “I didn’t know that was going to be this evening’s lesson.”
“There will be a quiz at the end.”
“I like your tests.”
The sound of clothes rustling came from behind me.
I smiled, although knowing that joke might’ve been too soon for the moment. And then I had nothing else to think about as Jean-Pierre cupped one hand over my ass. With the other hand, he guided his cock to my entrance and then pulled away.
I almost begged for him to return, until I heard a packet crackle. I glanced over my shoulder. He’d opened a condom and slowly slipped it on that big length.
“God,” I muttered. “You’re so beautiful.”
Grunting, he pulled me close to him.
I faced away from him and leaned my back against his hard chest, now bare after tearing off his suit.
“I’ve been called many things, Eden, but beautiful has not been one of them.” He rubbed the condom-covered tip around the mouth of my pussy.
“Please,” I moaned.
“Je veux posséder ta chatte. Ton corps. Votre cœur. Ton esprit. Je veux tout garder pour moi.” Jean-Pierre thrust his cock into me.
“Oh!”
He moved his hands to my hips. “Oh, sweet Eden.”
I held the edge of the table, barely able to hold on.
The stars glittered above in the dark sky. The pool glowed at our feet. And the city continued to party down below. But all I could do was focus on Jean-Pierre moving inside of me, balls deep, expanding and filling.
It was definitely a lesson that he taught by the pool. Moving in and out with skillful strokes, he fucked me from behind, eliciting strong shivers from my core.
“Jean-Pierre.” I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation of being filled to the max.
I felt whole.
More complete.
Joined.
United.
It was just supposed to be sex, but my body melted with him. It went hypersensitive.
He whispered, “I almost lost control.”
And then he buried himself deeper into me with hard, fierce strokes.
I descended into him.
The moment.
His cock.
The rhythm of our bodies moving together.
By now we’d done this dance many times before. I knew his body and what every stroke, every grunt meant. I could tell when he was close to coming, with how he slowed the pace and gripped my hips, grunting with each thrust. I could tell that he was pacing himself, when he pulled out, cursed, and bit my shoulder.
“I’m supposed to teach you a lesson,” he whispered. “But maybe you’re teaching me.”
Panting, I opened my eyes. “And what’s the lesson?”
“That you’ve always had the control.”
I pushed back against Jean-Pierre, testing the truth of those words.
“Damn it, Eden.”
Jean-Pierre smacked his hand over my ass, startling me, but the sensation wrenched a groan from me. He thrust harder. Rapid. Stroking deep, the friction so Earth-shattering that the sky and stars spun around in an illuminated circle above my head.