He nods. “Rings, suits, cake.”
“Good boy.”
As it always does when I give him one of his special nicknames, lust immediately glazes over his eyes. His gaze falls to my lips before he says, “It’ll be five days until I see you again. That’s a long time so...faisons l’amour.”
I definitely know what that means: let’s make love. I smile at him. “I’d love to. I don’t have much time, though. I have to leave in an hour so I’ll be there in time to check in at the hotel.”
Luc smirks. “Plenty we can do in just one hour.”
That’s a good point, and who are we kidding? I’m not going to say no to my fiancé when he’s asking me to have sex with him on our last night before not seeing each other for five days.
But his following words manage to surprise me. That’s one thing he’s always been good at. “Let’s try something new by doing it somewhere we haven’t before. Like... in the car.”
My mouth almost falls open. “The car?!”
Funnily enough, my surprise seems to only work as an encouragement. He flashes me a grin. “Yes. That way, you’ll have something to think about during the car ride to Brussels.” He tilts his head seductively and slowly runs his hand over his chest in a way he knows will turn me on.
For a moment, I’m lost for words. It’s as though everything he does and says travels straight to my cock. Still, I’m trying to cling to a slight sense of clarity.
“That’s... okay, yeah. Sounds hot. But you know where the car is, right?”
“Yes. It’s in the underground parking garage.”
“Which has lights that work on motion sensors. And cameras probably.”
He shrugs, relentless in how he tries to seduce me. “So what? We’ll be in the car; nobody will see us. And if they do, we’ll give them something to look at.” His hand travels further down to his crotch.
“But . . .”
“What is it, darling?” he asks in French.
We both know I can’t say no when he talks to me like that. I thought I had a reason not to have sex with him in the car, but none come to mind. At least, nothing that’s enough for me to want to say no. “It’s nothing. Let’s do it. Let’s go downstairs.”
He snickers at my sudden enthusiasm. “Okay, slow down, big boy. Give me a minute to slip into something easier to take off.” He looks me up and down, licking his lips as he looks at my gray joggers, his eyes lingering around my cock especially. God, I’m so glad I haven’t changed my clothes yet. “You’re good the way you are. If you’re not wearing any underwear?”
My throat goes dry. “I am.”
“Then take it off; you won’t need it. And neither will I.” He stands up from the couch and leans in to give me a quick kiss with only a brief slip of tongue. My cock twitches, but before I can deepen the kiss, he pulls away, leaving me hanging. It’s not nearly enough, and I can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Bring the lube,” he says just before he starts walking to the bedroom, seductively wiggling his hips for me to see. After taking a few steps, he turns back around. “Oh, and a condom if you don’t want stains in your car.”
I nod at him. “That’s good thinking. It is a lease after all. But then again... I love fucking you bareback.”
He flashes me another one of his rewarding smiles and God, I love everything about him. “I prefer it too,” he replies.
“So, we’ll just bring a towel. No condom.”
He nods. “I like your idea better. You get a towel and lube; I’ll change and be right back.”
I swallow hard. My feelings are intense. I’m already packing a tent, and Luc barely even touched me. It’s entirely because of what we’re about to do: have sex in a public place with a definite risk of getting caught. Who knows what curious, narrow-minded neighbor could see us during the act and try to have us evicted from this apartment? Somewhere in my mind, I register that that’s possible, but I’ve already decided it won’t stop me. Having sex with Luc is fantastic, and for some reason, it only seems to be getting better. If I can fuck Luc in my car, not only will it be something new and thrilling for us, but it will also give me hours and hours of joy driving that car knowing exactly what we did in it. It’s a thrilling thought.
In my excitement, I practically run through the house, slipping out of my joggers to remove my underwear and back into them, then snatching a bottle of lube and a towel fromthe bathroom. Then I sprint back to the living room to wait impatiently until Luc’s done.
Luckily for me, he doesn’t take long, and when he steps out of the bedroom wearing short joggers and a shirt, he looks as impatient as I am. I don’t need to ask if he’s ready, so I hurriedly snatch my car keys from the key basket and look at him as I step toward the front door. We take the elevator down, and the minute we’re inside, he presses me against the wall, slides his hand underneath my shirt, and kisses me. At this pace, I might not even make it to the car.
“You’re hard as a rock,” he says, smiling against my lips. “You like my idea?”
“So much,” I reply in between kissing him. “I love you and everything you do.”
