"Wi, mon coeur," he said, leaning back and grabbing the post behind him. I gave him my most angelically devilish smile before licking my lips and licking his now hard shaft from the underside base all the way to his tip. Swirling around, I gazed into his eyes as I swallowed his shaft, running my lips all the way down as far as I could. "Mon Dieu."
"You could say that again," I said when I pulled back, his cock coming out of my mouth with an audible pop that caused his shaft to bob up and down playfully. Pumping him with my hand, I smiled.
I'm no porn starlet when it comes to giving head, but Francois seemed to enjoy my efforts, soft curses in French and English coming out in between deep breaths as I bobbed up and down, my tongue massaging the steely, soft-skinned tool. I felt powerful, knowing that he was gripping the beam behind him tighter and tighter as I sucked, his control slipping further and further away.
It wasn't that I didn't enjoy giving in to him. Like I said, sex with him was amazing and adventurous. But he was normally the initiator, and almost always in control. He'd taken me to places I'd never been before with a man, including the time he’d inspired me to that wild night of three-way passion with him and Felix. Now, I had him right where I wanted; I had him literally in the palm of my hand. Well, and in my mouth too, but that was part of the fun. I resisted the urge to scrape my teeth lightly on his shaft, focusing instead on bringing him pleasure.
I reached under his balls, finding the tender spot of his taint and pressing upwards, massaging his prostate while I kept sucking. He groaned deep in his throat, his self-control barely holding on, all of his focus going into the sensation I was causing in his cock and in holding onto that damn beam behind him. I could read it on his face, and it was a high like I'd never felt in my life. Taking him deeper than ever before, I pushed until the head of his cock slipped into my throat and massaged him with my throat muscles.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," he groaned apologetically. Normally a long-lasting lover who never came before I was screaming and tearing at the blankets, he was ready to come after just a few minutes. I guess I was better than I'd thought, or perhaps Francois really had been being ignored by me in favor of Felix. I grinned and pulled back some, letting him out of my mouth while I pumped his cock with my right hand.
His eyes flew open as he started to come, his seed spurting out of his cock to hit me right between the eyes. The second and third spurt splattered on my cheek. I licked him dry and gave the head of his cock a kiss, making sure he was looking me in the eyes as I did it.
Chapter 19
Felix
A few days after we arrived, I felt like things were going well in our new life. I was in my bedroom doing some work on my computer when my mother came in. Syeira Hardy was, until I met Jordan, the most important woman in my life. She’d taught me so much growing up, the lessons that my father didn't know. She was my most trusted confidant, and I always took what she said with serious consideration.
"Hello Mother," I greeted her. "How has your morning been?"
"Typical," she said. "Your work is going well?"
"I think so," I said. "I have been in contact with our business partner in Sparti, he says that he’s seen an uptick in tourism now that the political situation is settling down. What about you?"
"Monsieur de Garmeaux is as grumpy as always," Syeira said with a chuckle. "He just can’t fathom why the people in this region are different from those in Normandy. I try to explain to him that it’s because of the weather, but he doesn’t listen."
Albert de Garmeaux was one of the constant sources of humor and irritation for our family. He'd been old when I was a child, so I had no idea how ancient he was now, but to call him a grumpy old man was an understatement. In the summer he was too hot, in the winter the mistral winds made his joints ache. And of course, he hated the difference in culture. I wasn't ever quite certain what he was complaining about unless it was basic differences that were not so much regionally based as they were because de Garmeaux came from a seaside industrial town, while Valence was an interior agricultural community. "I still think he just needs to have his children come visit more often. When was the last time his son came by, two, three years ago?"
"No, he visited while you were in America," Syeira said. "He had his wife and a pretty little baby with him. I said hello when I was at the market. They stayed with de Garmeaux for nearly a week. I think it was the happiest I've ever seen the old man."
"Good for them," I said. “Sorry for changing the subject, but how are you getting along with Jordan?”
"She’s not lazy," Syeira said after a moment's consideration. "She seems to be spending quite a bit of time trying to master some of the little things in the barn that your brother has shown her. She’s had a lot of patience with me and my English. Just the other day we had a decent conversation with her speaking mostly French."