Page 8 of A Royally Fake French Menage
Or at least the French countryside.
"Something like that."I’d love to lay you out, pleat that pretty skirt to your waist, and lap at your cunt until your cream for me, little kitten.But I didn’t know if that would be what she needed to hear… Or if my suggestion would come across as an invitation. Recovering my sanity in time—just—I slid my hand over her waist and brushed the top of her ass with my thumbs.
"Shall we make a rendezvous for my room, or yours?"
Hazel eyes glowed up at me, all luminous and glowing and perfection. "Are you setting expectations early, Barclay?"
“I’m certainly not wasting any more time. I’ve wanted you for longer than just a weekend's dalliance,mon petit chou.” I grazed my lips across her cheek to her ear, loving the way she arched naturally in my hands at the barest touch. “But the driver is a hell of a perv. I’m not above sharing, but he’s not my type.”
Fuck, this trip would be tough enough without a pretty little thing waiting for a good fuck between bouts in my stepmother’s salon.
"Barclay." Genie made an exasperated sound and sat back.
I dropped my hands, already missing the warmth of her as she slithered back into her own seat and returned to my pensive study of her. "What was that?"
She raised both my eyebrows. "You're asking me? Barclay, you’re bored. You're so bored you asked me to go out on a date with you and you and can't even do it right. You. Know. Better." Genie punctuated each word with a finger jab into my chest. "And look down. You must be worse off than I imagined."
She glanced pointedly down to where her demure, powder blue knee length skirt had ridden up her bare thighs to give me a tantalizing view of her naked pussy. I couldsmell herfrom here. How the hell had I missed that? Maybe she was right, and a little British ennui numbed my senses. Or perhaps I was just numb all over.
She hasn't said no to my teasing before, and I took the chance she offered.
"Come back here." I crooked a finger at her, my heart pounding at the thought of a second chance at her.
Offering a tantalizing half smile she came, crawling daintily across the small space and wagging her ass in a mouthwatering tease as she crossed my lap and lay down with her pert ass, barely covered by her ruched skirt, right in my lap.
“Ohhh, so maybe you’re not so bored after all.” She crooked her legs so her midnight blue pumps waved about at my head height and shot me a coquettish look over her shoulder.
This weekend might be fun after all.
“Do you consider this appropriate behavior?” I added a sudden sharp tone to my voice, placing a firm hand right over her ass, feeling how bare she was through the filmy material.
Christ, I wanted to grip her the pert globes of her ass, squeeze her tight and watch her mewl and yelp. But not just yet.Soon.
“No, sir,” she whispered back breathily. Color stained her cheeks, but she didn’t break her gaze. I didn’t dare raise my eyes to find the driver’s face in the rear view mirror in case I fished out his tie with my hand and choked him with it. He could watch or not, but his odds of having a job tomorrow diminished by the second. “Wh– What are you going to do?”
“Do?” I stared down at her, loving the way she tensed, confused, over my lap, that she could feel how hard her little role play made me. “Why, nothing, my dear. Relax until we arrive. You can sit up then.”
She swallowed, her lips parted in a pretty, strawberry heart shape. The tip of her tongue peeks out to trace a small ‘o’ shape the perfect size for?—
Fucking tease.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured demurely, facing the car door like an obedient little plaything. Her back arched a little, lifting her hips away from mine and easing the pressure on my cock.
The pervy driver was back again, watching me instead of the road. I risked it and met his hard eyes with a furious glare of my own as I pressed my hand over Genie’s pert buttocks, pushing her down so she ground against me. Pleasure shot through me as I edged us both, prepared to take us to insanity and back with the slightest touch.
The snarl on the other man's lips said everything I needed to know. He wasn’t getting action tonight if I didn’t. I suspected there were cameras hidden in the car and Genie deserved much more than to star in her own porn show for my mother’s viewing late this evening with her slimy sidepiece for hire.
The softest sigh left my little kitten’s lips. For the rest of the trip we didn’t speak. I held her there silently, teasing the ever loving fuck out of both of us as I stroked her hair and back. I prayed we’d get a moment together shortly after we arrived to put an end to the endless throb in my cock. But lonely nights listening to the endless fucking in the Kingsman house left me the King of Edging, and I wasn’t about to embarrass myself any time soon.
At least, I didn’t plan on it. Not that I would've minded, under the right set of circumstances. But that was the reason I hadn't asked her out, right? Fooling around with Genie Lockwood didn’t affect my day to day my choices. In fact, I'd stayed away from her for exactly that reason. I screwed things up with my ex, Elisse, in a full blown saga of its own, and I didn't want Jeannie to just be another girl in a long line of meaningless American college conquests.
Let's put thefakeright back in my French fake chateau date.
Because if I didn't hold to my guns, this weekend would go to hell faster than a priest in the dockside brothel.
The problem was, I liked the girl arched over my lap, panting softly as she tried not to writhe, suffering so prettily for me. We’d already played around a little too much for this weekend to return to being a pure fake date after all.
CHAPTER FOUR
