The following Friday I received a note from Patrice saying he was in town and asking whether I was free to take lunch with him. I was travelling home in two days’ time, so I arranged to meet him at the Grande on Saturday afternoon. When I arrived at the hotel restaurant at half past one he was already waiting. Having met him only once before—and that in a darkened house where everyone was naked—it took me a moment to recognise the tanned, well-groomed and exquisitely dressed young man in the light of day. It was his seductive smile that gave him away. One doesn’t easily forget a smile like his. We got the small talk out of the way and settled at our table. He had been visiting his parents in the south of France, he said, and had just arrived in Vienna three days ago. The conversation then veered in the direction of the party and the numerous couplings that had occurred as a result, at which point Patrice laughed softly, cocked his head and said, “Mind if I ask a stupid question?” “Go on,” I urged. “Did we…?” As soon as I’d grasped what he was asking I nodded slowly. “In our host’s bed, no less. Don’t you remember?” He lowered his eyes, his countenance taking on a look as close to one of embarrassment as such a countenance could manage. “I wasn’t myself that night. I tend to overindulge at Wolfi’s little gatherings and I regret to say I can’t recall much of that weekend.” We were halfway through our strudel when the first lull in the conversation came. It was Patrice who finally broke it with another confession. “I like you, Gustav.” He gave a isveçbahis little sigh then locked his eyes on mine and leaned in close. “I want you.” His voice was low and breathy and set my nether region aflame. “Properly, I mean. Come home with me.” In the cab back to his place, he leaned in close and caressed my cheek. His ragged breaths hot against my ear made the little hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. I closed my eyes as the tip of his tongue danced seductively over the curve of my ear, filling me with a desire for more. My cock felt solid as stone. He put his hand on the bulge between my legs and squeezed it. When his mouth fell upon mine I kissed him back; shuddered as his cool fingers slipped down the front of my trousers, where they immediately made contact with my excruciatingly engorged glans. Eyes darting to the window as the thought of being discovered in flagrante made the blood freeze in my veins, I wondered exactly how far he meant to take this. He didn’t leave me wondering long, for only seconds later his nimble fingers were unbuttoning my flies. His hand closed around my shaft and, much to my alarm, he began to stroke me. “Patrice—“ “Draw the curtain,” he purred into my ear before inserting his tongue into it. Rather than protest I followed his suggestion, though it did nothing to calm my nerves. When I settled back into my seat he shifted positions and bent his head over my lap. Before I could object he had taken my entire length into his mouth and set straight to work sucking it. Overwhelmed, I rested my hand on his isveçbahis giriş head in what must have seemed an approving manner, when in fact I was out of my mind with shock. His hand worked its way further down between my legs and I gasped as he gave my testicles a squeeze before gently cupping and playing with them. A soft little moan from him betrayed the urgency of his own arousal but he kept his entire focus on pleasuring me. We must have been nearing his street by that point, for his movements began to pick up in pace and his sucking became harder. As he was clearly determined to finish me off, I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax just enough to oblige him for both our sakes. Despite my nervousness (or perhaps because of it) my orgasm was phenomenal and I spent copiously into his mouth, every last drop of which he drank down like fresh milk. The carriage came to a halt less than a minute after we had finished arranging ourselves and Patrice paid the driver, who tipped his hat to us before urging the horses onward. We passed through the entrance of a grand old building and walked up a flight of stairs. Patrice unlocked the door to his flat and called out “Maria?” in the direction of the kitchen. Receiving no reply, he turned to me and pulled me to him, his eyes taking me in before he moved in for a kiss and simultaneously slipped my coat off. Glancing over at a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, he gave me a mischievous look that said, “Shall we?” At once my knees turned to jelly and my stomach clenched. I was powerless isveçbahis yeni giriş to resist him even if I had wanted to. He walked ahead of me, holding my hand. I pressed his palm to my aching groin and his fingers gave me a gentle squeeze. His bedchamber was grand and tastefully ornate, the large wooden bed the centrepiece. My trousers were the first to come off and I was only too happy to be out of them. Halfway though undressing himself Patrice paused to kiss me, holding my face in his hands before letting one fall down the front of my body to grope my balls. They were still tender from the attention they had received only ten minutes previously but the discomfort was not enough to keep me from becoming helplessly aroused. By now Patrice was sporting a proud erection of his own, which he shamelessly unveiled before grabbing me for another bout of hard kissing. The things his tongue did to mine made my head spin and before I knew where I was he had me up on the bed and was pinning my naked body down with his. His mouth broke away from mine and strayed to the side of my neck while his hands explored my body. I was hard and wet and wanted him, but the power of speech had abandoned me and all I could do was lie there beneath him, writhing and gasping for air. Every inch of my skin responded to his electric touch and I tensed each time his hand slid between my parted thighs to caress my throbbing sex. Though he can’t have been more than a year or two older than me, I felt terribly young and inexperienced compared to him. His expertise rivalled even that of Christian and I was certain the two had been intimate at some point in the past, though my brain reeled at the thought of what it must have been like for two forces of nature such as themselves to lock horns in sexual combat.