As I strolled out of a bedroom I felt the chance of a prospect for the evening waning. I paused in front of the golden bannister to take in the scene down below, the luscious view of the numerous orgies. I was so turned on…
“Hello.” A man came up beside me and leaned on the bannister. He was incredibly tall, over six feet for sure, with a muscular build. His eyes were green like mine but there were specs of gold sprinkled in them. When he looked at me, I felt the need to look away. There was something intense and forbidden in his gaze. His dark hair was wet and slicked back, like he may have stepped out of a Calvin Klein underwear ad and he was wearing a pair of Calvin Klein briefs and a white tank that showed off his strong abs and narrow waistband. His accent was thick and gruff and matched his strong body and tough poise.
“Hi,” I responded, feeling my legs buckling. The apartment was lust filled but his presence caused the air in the room to shift as a spike of electricity bolted through me. My eyes roamed every inch of the fine male specimen in front of me: powerful, sexy, beautiful.
“Luc, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he extended his hand, using that raspy accent that sounded like heaven.
“Vicky,” I replied firmly, not allowing my weak-at-the-knees feeling to betray my front. As I extended my hand to his, his tough demeanor was at odds with his gentle response as he took my hand, gently brushing his sensuous lips across my heated skin. My body betrayed me as shooting need burst straight to my hungry core.
“Why is a pretty girl like you by herself?” he asked with a slight grin.
“I should be asking you the same question,” I replied nervously, hoping to hide how much his presence affected me, and feeling like I sounded stupid at the same time. My cheeks flushed…did I just call him a girl?
He threw his head back laughing a deep throaty laugh, clearly amused by my answer.
“Are you new to town? I’ve haven’t seen you around,” he asked, drawing his thick dark brows together.
“You could say that,” I replied curtly, and his lip tugged up further making him look even sexier.
“How about you?” I asked, figuring that his accent was definitely not a New York accent.
He nodded his head. “I’m from France, but I’ve been living in New York for two years now. This is my home.” He waved his hand in the air to show me that the extravagant apartment belonged to him.
“Well, you have a beautiful home, Luc.” I smiled and his gaze intensified. His mere presence made me want to drop my panties. I don’t remember ever feeling that kind of want before. I always got turned on at the parties, it was hard not to. The conversation with this man was making me want something more intimate. It was a feeling that I hadn’t had in a long time.
“Thanks,” he replied with a slight smirk. “You are an exquisite beauty,” he said, leaning in to me, our shoulders slightly brushed. The connection of our skin was like electricity jolting me.
“So do you throw a lot of these parties?” I asked, unsure of what to say next after his compliment.
“No, I’m hosting for the first time,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at the orgies beneath us.
“Oh, so how come you’re not involved in the festivities?” I asked looking directly at him. Two and a half years ago I would have been embarrassed to ask such a question, at least the question would have never dawned on me. But two and a half years ago I was living a different life, I didn’t know this world even existed. I had no need for it. I was happy and content. Not anymore, I’d lost feeling. I’d lost my inhibitions. Everything inside me had died. I craved contact, not love. I’m not sure I’m capable of love after the pain I’d experienced.
“I only watch, I don’t touch,” he said sternly and his thick accent rolled off his tongue. I’m not sure I heard him correctly. It was acceptable to be an onlooker, but with his looks and sexuality it seemed wrong on all levels.
“So you’re only holding this party so you can watch people, but you don’t have sex?” I asked, furrowing my own brows now. This man was too beautiful not to engage his sexuality. “Are you a monk?” I asked, throwing him off guard, maybe people aren’t so forward around here.
“Something like that,” he nodded, almost repeating my curt answer to him earlier.
“Well, it was nice to meet you Luc,” I said, pulling away from the staircase and walking down the stairs. I felt his eyes on me as I descended the staircase. For some reason I felt a sense of loss walking away from him. Why would someone put themselves through the torture of holding one of these parties and not indulge? Feeling hot and bothered, I made my way to a large chair across from the exquisitely large couch. A moment later a man came up to me and introduced himself. It was the same guy I had watched getting a blow job earlier. The one that was half Caucasian and half African American. His built body and tanned skin were hot, but his eyes were out of this world, an arctic blue I had never seen before.
He kneeled down in front of me. “Can we play?” he asked kindly. The truth is that I had my mind set on Luc. As beautiful and exotic as this man was, my body didn’t have that humming response I just felt moments ago.
I nodded and he spread my legs, knowing that this was the better option. “You are the most striking woman in this room,” he said. “I needed a taste of you.” I spread my legs wide for him and he dipped his head between my thighs, licking at my core. He was slow at first. His tongue lashing out at my soft skin caused my need to grow quickly. I leaned back in the chair as my breathing grew ragged and my stomach clenched. I was so turned on by everything I had seen tonight that I needed this. I needed to let go. He began to lick faster, harder, my hips bucked with his delectable tongue. I’m not sure why but I couldn’t get Luc or his tormented look out of my head. I knew I had to focus on the here and now. It wasn’t my job to save anyone, especially when I was hanging on to this life by a thread. As my eyes gazed up, I was taken aback to see green eyes with gold flecks filled with lust and longing staring back at me. The look in his eyes turned me on more and I suddenly felt the need to close them.
When I closed my eyes it was still Luc I envisioned going down on me and not the stranger in front of me. I had to clear my brain. I hadn’t given a man a second thought in far too long and this couldn’t be good. I willed my mind to focus on the exotic man in front of me doing wonders with his tongue. As the first reverberations of my orgasm hit me, I pushed any thoughts of Luc from my mind and pushed my hips into the tongue that was fucking me perfectly. Only then I realized it wasn’t so perfect. Although my swollen folds clenched and I cried out from his lapping tongue; I forced myself to enjoy this high, this ecstasy with no intimacy. I convinced myself it was all I could handle. When I’d finally come down from my orgasm, the man stood tall in front of me with a sensuous smile. “You’re delicious.” He bit his lip tasting the remnants of my wetness. I didn’t respond as a whirlwind of fear flashed through me. I wanted to look up again but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to look into Luc’s eyes. I was scared of what I would see or want to know. The exotic man in front of me gently kissed my hand and bowed his head. His arctic blue eyes were so perfectly stunning but didn’t make me feel a thing. He walked off and I was relieved that the encounter was over.
Something felt off with me that night, and I didn’t like it. I had walked in there so sure of myself, so comfortable with finding a stranger to interact with. Now after one single and brief encounter, my head felt muffled, as did my heart. It scared me; panic was beginning to take hold on my throat. The truth was, I felt like things were just getting started with the exotic man before he walked off. I still needed more sex to quell my swollen folds. I knew I shouldn’t look for Luc even if I was being honest with myself, because he was exactly who I wanted, but it wasn’t just sex. I wanted to understand his pain. Just thinking about it made it sound messed up, but doesn’t misery love company? I didn’t need someone to fix me anyway; I was not fixable. As the torrent of thoughts caused my panic to rise, I knew I needed a distraction, one free of emotional baggage.