Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... biggest of which had been they just got married too fast and too young, but the sex had never been an issue until the end when hate-fucking wasn't enough to ignore the hate part.

So she'd blown Marc, and every little groan he let out and his soft touches to her hair as if he wanted to grab it and use it like a handle to fuck her mouth but also wanted to protect her from getting it messed up had gotten her going. She'd felt his orgasm coming on, his cock stiffening that little bit more, and she'd swallowed it. Tasting it. It had been like a prize she'd been chasing and she wanted more. She wanted him to bend her over in that coat room, hitch up her dress and pound her like a bitch in heat.

And then she'd looked up at him and said, 'That it?'

That sort of comment was... with her ex, it would have been a little taunt he would have laughed at before starting round two. Or it could have been a saucy line from a TV show or movie if she'd been getting interrogated and tortured by some evil bastard, something the heroine would say to show they weren't broken.

Maybe she'd meant it like that, just a little bit. Not consciously though. No, kneeling there on the coat room floor she'd wanted Marc bad and she blushed just thinking about it. She wasn'tsupposed to want him like that. She was trying not to want him at all. The longer she kept him hooked with basic stuff, the more she could get out of him before he got tired of their arrangement. And he had to get tired of it ...

... eventually and walk away like every other guy. That's what they did.

But Marc hadn't laughed and flipped her ass up to fuck her. And he hadn't chuckled evilly and threatened her. No, he'd... ordered her to put him away. And it had been with a tone of voice that told her there was no arguing. No room for sass. Sinead could have found it hot if it also didn't feel so...

She wasn't sure why she said it.

Marc had brought her back out to the main fundraiser area and things went back to how they had been. The speeches were still happening, but people were slowly filtering around the bars and speaking quietly, and that was where they went. The drinks were free, and Sinead ended up with a glass of some ridiculously nice wine as she chatted away.

But it wasn't the same as before. Something had changed, and she couldn't tell what it was.

Marc didn't get clingy, but he also didn't get distant. He was there and present. He didn't glare, or get snotty or snappy. He just... something had changed in the way he looked at her when their eyes met during a quiet moment.

It took until the party was ending, and Marc offered her his arm to escort her out, that Sinead realised what was missing.

Marc wasn't giving her that smile.

- - - - -

The game had deepened, and Marc wasn't sure how he wanted to play it.

He hated to admit it, but Astrid was right in one of her observations - Marc had it easy with Felicity. His blonde escort was so willing, and trusting. She loved to ...