French Quarter (9 page)

“Have you ever been with another guy?” Liz asked Jack on impulse.

He followed her eyes to the video box, chuckling. “No,
chere
, afraid not.”

She looked up at him. “Have you ever thought about it?” After her encounter with Felicia last night, something which had been far more pleasant and seductive than she ever could have imagined, she couldn’t help wondering if Jack had ever experienced similar stirrings. Suddenly, everything around her, the very air, seemed weighted with sensuality and she was filled with questions and desires that had never before occurred to her.

He still grinned. “I can tell you want me to say yes, but the truth is, I haven’t.”

She gave a playful shrug. “Don’t worry—I won’t hold it against you.” She concluded with a wink.

Meandering farther through the store, she stopped by a wall display of glow-in-the-dark condoms; below it were shelves of edible undies and body paints. Without warning, she turned and slid her arms provocatively around Jack’s neck, pressing her curves flush against his body. “What if I asked you to?”

His hands snaked around her waist and he laughed. “What?”

She cast a sexy smile and lowered her voice to a hot, husky purr. “What if I wanted you to be with a man while I watched? Would you do it?”

His answer came in a teasing tone. “I don’t know. What would I get in return?” His strong touch dropped to her ass and he pulled her in tighter against his solidness. Through their clothes, she felt his cock growing hard against her warm slit.

She gazed invitingly into his dark eyes and licked her lips. “Anything you wanted, baby.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his erection getting more and more prominent.

She had the urge to wiggle against him, but given that they were in a fully-lit store with other people around them, she resisted. “What’s that?”

“Why don’t we quit talkin’ about me with other guys and start
doin’
, me with
you
. Why don’t we go back to my place?”

The heat in his eyes filled Liz with a new but already familiar power, and she couldn’t help brandishing it a little. On a whim, she whirled away, out of his arms, casting a mischievous grin. “Not yet. I’m not quite ready to call it an evening.”

He dropped a quick glance down at his crotch. “Well,
I
am.”

“I noticed.”

“I’ll bet you did.”

“It’ll keep.”

“You
hope
it keeps,” he laughed.

“I’ve told you before, I don’t want to rush.” She took his hands in hers and whispered up to him. “I love the way this feels. Everything I touch, smell, eat, drink, see—adds to my arousal, stretches it out. I want to keep stretching it and stretching it.”

His look bordered between entertained and frustrated. “Is this your version of foreplay?”

She tilted her head and flashed a smile. “I suppose.”

“All right then,” he said, stepping past her to a long wall containing every color, size, and style of vibrator and dildo imaginable. “Let’s look at these. Which one would you pick?”

She was embarrassed to realize that just the sight of all those phalluses made her hotter and wetter. Maybe Jack was right—maybe they should go back to his place and fuck each other senseless all night long. Clearly, she was ready to have his long, hard cock inside her.

But no, she’d meant what she said. She wanted to stretch it all out, make it last, see how hot she could get, and then let him reap the rewards.

So she studied the vibrators on the wall and let out a laugh, once again struck by disbelief.

“What’s so funny?”

She pulled her gaze from the fake penises to him. “I’ve never even really seen these things before, let alone used them. And here I am, standing here like a seasoned sex toy veteran, trying to pick one out.”

“Well, madam,” he said, suddenly pretending to be a store clerk, “let me show you some of our most popular models.”

She smiled boldly at his little game. “All right.”

“Many women like this simple gold unit. Easy insertion, attractive tool. Some of our more adventurous customers, however, go for this one.” He pointed to a flesh-colored vibrator with tiny nubs all over it. “It provides extra stimulation to the vagina’s inner walls.” He was speaking at a normal level, clearly not caring if anyone heard.

“Go on,” she said as if she were nothing more than a discriminating shopper.

“The purists often go for this natural looking one, with realistic head and shaft, and even balls. And then we have this little number—also realistic but with an added feature. This little nub here rubs against your clitoris and gets you off.”

“What else can you show me?” Liz asked, practically breathless by now. The very mention of her clit had it practically humming.

“
Mais
,” he said, dropping his voice slightly and stepping in closer as if to share a secret, “we do have one more, our best seller, in fact. But not every woman can handle it. It’s very big and very powerful.” With that, he drew her into a corner, glanced around to make sure no one was watching them, then took her hand and placed it over his cock.

Liz went weak with how large and hard he felt. She realized it was the first time she’d touched him there, even though their intimacies had already gone much further than that. But since they were doing things a little backwards, and a lot hedonistic, she figured it only made sense that this first time she touched him should be in a brightly lit sex shop.

God, he felt big. Definitely bigger than Todd. It reminded her what he felt like inside her, and that she’d known the first moment he’d entered her that he was definitely the biggest she’d ever had, that he was filling her deeper and stretching her boundaries farther than ever before. What she felt through the fabric right now had her heart beating out of control and her cunt throbbing. With her hand hidden safely between their bodies, she stroked her palm upward. He drew in a breath of pleasure as he gazed down at her. Loving that look in his eyes, wanting to pleasure him much, much more, she began rubbing her hand slowly up and down the large shaft. He kept looking down at her, breath grown heavy.

As she caressed him, her knuckles brushed over the front of
her
crotch, as well, sending scintillating little darts of pleasure outward through her whole pussy. “I feel it, too,” she said, wondering if he’d understand what she meant.

He glanced downward, past their chests, to where their bodies met, her hand in between, before biting his lip and raising his eyes to her face. “Let me take you home,
chere
,” he whispered in a smoky voice.

She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, but she still resisted with a simple shake of her head. She continued rubbing his cock, lightly grazing her slit with each stroke.

This time he spoke through slightly clenched teeth. “I
said
, let me take you home.
Please
, darlin’.”

This time her refusal came with a wicked little smile. “Not yet.”

“If you’re not careful,” he said, his eyes filled with sensual threat, “you’re gonna end up gettin’ fucked in an alley again.”

Her smile widened. “Is that supposed to scare me? Because it’s only turning me on more. I
loved
that urgency,
loved
not being able to make it one step farther.”

She kept rubbing, aware that it was torture for them both, but still wanting to push their arousal closer and closer to the edge. He narrowed his eyes on her slightly. “No, it’s not supposed to scare you. But I wanna take my time with you, baby.” He gently stroked his fingers up and down her arms through her suit jacket, soft caresses that tingled from shoulder to elbow. “I wanna go
so
slow, make you feel
so
good for
so
long. And if we don’t get to a bed soon…”

“
This
is taking our time.
This
is going slow. Just
my
way.”

She watched as he drew in a deep breath, looking as if he was trying to accept the fact that she was calling the shots and he wasn’t going to win. Again, part of her wanted to give in—his promises were deliciously tempting. But everything about this public sort of foreplay was so different than anything she’d experienced before that she still wanted to soak up all these new titillations with him, for him. He made her want to try new things while he watched, made her want to tease him—but only because it would make the end reward even sweeter. She knew that by the time they made it to a bed, the things they did there would be all the more exciting and satisfying.

“All right, Miss My Way,” he said. “What now? Just stand here and fondle us both to death in front of the vibrators?”

“No,” she said, “come with me,” then she abruptly separated from him and drew him by the hand out of the store and back onto rollicking Bourbon Street. Only now it felt different, the air even more supercharged than before. She knew it was only her, only her body responding to what they’d been doing in the store, yet still she reveled in it, and wished she could bask in the hedonistic feelings even more. Though the cut of her suit jacket showed her shape and her skirt was fairly short, she wished she was wearing something sexier, skimpier. All this freedom made her want to show her body off the same way she had the other times she’d seen Jack.

Without delay, she led him back to Club Venus, just a few doors down.

“Do you have somethin’ specific in mind for why we’re here, or are you just…”

She smiled up at him. “Following urges,” she finished for him, loving how much he’d tuned in to this new, reckless side of her. All her life she’d been a planner, but for once, she
liked
not knowing for sure what would happen to her behind these doors tonight.

Inside, the scene was much the same as the previous evening—lush, shapely women did sexy dances in various states of undress while lusty-eyed men took in their every move.

It was Friday night, though, so even more crowded—no tables were available and many men watched the action while standing. Jack led Liz to an empty spot where he leaned back against a wall and wrapped his arms around her from behind. When she settled against him, that glorious erection of his eased into the crack of her ass. She couldn’t help looking over her shoulder at him and exchanging a private little smile. Like back in the store, she felt the overwhelming urge to rub against him, wanting to feel him even more, but she resisted—for now, anyway.

When she turned back to watch the strippers, Jack leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Tell me which ones you find most attractive.”

She cast a sideways grin. “Why?”

He returned it. “Because I dig it when girls like other girls. I can’t help wantin’ to know exactly which women do it for you.”

As Liz studied all the beautiful, sexy strippers shedding their clothes to reveal tantalizing curves, Jack pulled her even closer, snuggling his cock tighter into the valley of her ass. One arm wrapped full around her, beneath her breasts, pressing warm against the bottom of them. His other hand caressed her hip in slow circles that grew wider until each revolution brought his palm over one side of her ass then nearly around to her crotch. Lord, she wanted to wriggle against him—the little fissure of her asshole had never felt more sensitive.

But no—stretch it all out, she commanded herself. Experience
everything
.

“Well?” he said. “Which ones?”

Finally, after taking long, slow looks at each of the women performing for them, Liz made her selections. “Felicia,” she said, pointing to a stage where the stripper danced in only a white micro-mini skirt and towering strappy shoes, caressing her ample breasts, rosy nipples hard and pointing.

“And, I suppose, that girl.” The second pick had been difficult—most of the women in Club Venus were stunning—but Liz had chosen a petite blonde with slender hips and breasts that were smaller than Felicia’s but still round and pretty with pale pink crests. The red Spandex dress she’d once worn was now gathered around her waist as she moved sensually around a brass pole in matching red heels.

“Nice choices,” he purred in her ear, and she thought how strange it should feel to be telling a man which two
women
she was most attracted to, but with Jack, it was easy. He accepted this brazen side of her even more effortlessly than she did, and it made exploring this new facet of her sexuality all the more sweet.

Just as the current song came to an end, Jack eased himself out from behind her. “I’ll be back in a minute, darlin’.”

“Where are you going?” she asked, but he was already gone. She instantly missed his nearness, but figured he was headed to the bathroom or the bar. As a new set of girls took to the numerous stages sprinkling the room, Liz watched and enjoyed, but she really wanted Jack back. Somehow, watching the female entertainment wasn’t as arousing without him there behind her, watching with her.

A short moment later, he appeared back at her side, taking her hand. “C’mon.
Allons
.”

He wasn’t pulling her toward the door, but deeper into the club. “What’s going on?” she asked, following. “Where are we going?”

He stopped and looked back at her, a wholly sexual expression etched on his handsome face. “
Mais
, little Miss My Way, I decided
I’m
takin’ charge for a while.”