Chapter Nine
“Where are we going,” Carla asked as Falcon steered her straight to a golf cart parked outside.
He had barged in on Carla’s meeting with a local mason, an expert on wattle and daub. Carla knew the man was a key player in the renovation process. Since Falcon rejected the Mann for the façade, she opted for the wattle and daub design as an alternative for the exterior cladding.
“Falcon, wait…” Carla protested.
“He’ll still be here when we get back.” Falcon reassured her.
“Fine,” Carla retorted crossly, “just tell me where we’re going.”
“It’s a surprise,” he replied heading for the woods before coming to the edge of a dell.
Carla gasped. In a dip in the middle of the clearing was a hot air balloon. She looked at him, puzzled.
“You’ve only seen the town from the helicopter. The view is even more breathtaking from the balloon,” Falcon informed her.
He stopped and helped her out of the golf cart. Jacques, her self-proclaimed assistant, stood nearby holding on to a thick piece of rope that tethered the balloon to the ground.
“Meet our pilot,” Falcon said grinning.
“Do you even know how to fly this thing,” Carla asked in disbelief.
“Oui, mademoiselle,” Jacques replied.
Carla stepped back, unsure if this was the wisest thing to do.
“C’mon live a little,” Falcon encouraged, holding the back of her waist and pushing her forward.
Carla mounted the wicker basket as Falcon and Jacques followed her in. It had more space than she first thought, noting the fuel tanks and other contraptions. She squealed when Jacques released a lever that held the propane gas and flames shot into the balloon interior.
She was glad Falcon held her close as the balloon slowly ascended. Her initial fright slowly turned to delight as they hovered gently above the ground. It wasn’t as intimidating as her first chopper flight and the landscape below was as green and refreshing as when she first saw it. They were elevated just enough for her to see cars and people moving down below. It was like spying on a whole town except that people turned and gazed up as the hot air balloon passed by.
Jacques steered the balloon confidently as Falcon pointed to landmarks that appeared. The pitched roofs in various shades of gray and copper, the churches with their spires soaring into the air, everything was mesmerizing from this height.
“It’s enchanting,” Carla said, struggling to make herself heard with the wind blowing all around them. She was grateful for Falcon’s reassuring arm around her waist.
Then he led her towards one corner of the wicker basket and stood behind her, still holding her close. Carla thought that something was odd as he proceeded to mention and point out another village below.
Suddenly Carla jerked in surprise. She felt him grind against her ass. She thought it was purely accidental until he did it again.
“What do you think you’re doing,” she whispered, stealing a glance at Jacques who seemed fascinated with something in the distance.
“Shhhh,” Falcon said softly against her ear, still pretending to point out the sights below.
Carla felt his cock grow hard as he pressed himself against her. She was thankful for the propane tanks that kept them partially hidden.
She felt his arm snake slowly upwards, the side of her that was hidden from Jacques view. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, feeling his hand suddenly cup her left breast. Her whole body tensed as his fingers fondled her nipple making it stiff inside her shirt.
Falcon, please,” she begged him.
Her vulnerability only seemed to excite him more.
“Oh god,” she sighed, as she felt the familiar heat flare between her groin.
But she couldn’t move. She was afraid that Jacques may notice what Falcon was up to. She felt embarrassed and helpless and hot all at the same time. She was taken aback when he slipped a hand inside her shirt, his fingers making direct contact with her rigid nipples.
He shifted slightly so that his body blocked half of hers from sight.
“Pull you pants zipper down,” he whispered.
“What? I can’t,” she protested in a whisper.
“Do it,” he commanded.
This is insane. This is so taboo.
Fondling her that way with Jacques nearby was asking for trouble. Carla did as she was told, trying to make her movement as inconspicuous as possible.
Falcon’s hand slowly made its way down her belly. His palms stroked hot against her skin. She felt his fingers fumble with her panties before placing his fingers inside. Then he made his way down until his middle finger made contact with her clit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she sighed as he began to stroke her slowly.
Carla instantly felt her knees go weak as she leaned back against him.
Falcon never lost stride as he continued to tell her about the history of the different towns they passed below. All the while, his middle finger stroked and caressed her in a slow torture that was driving her insane. It was surreal- his face that showed nothing of the depraved performance his finger was generating in her body. She couldn’t help the impulse to grind, increasing the friction between his finger and her clit.
“Stop moving,” he warned her.
He increased the pressure making her eyes close on their own. She had no control over her body. A soft moan escaped her lips even before she could stop it.
The thought occurred that Jacques probably knew what they were doing. The French were renowned for their libido. He probably didn’t mind that the master of the house and his architect were getting it on. But at this point Carla really didn’t care.
The heat between her legs amplified, making her more wet to the touch. Each stroke of his finger on her clitoris was like being doused with cold heat. It travelled up and down her body making her shiver. It made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on ends. Carla didn’t know how much longer she could take the sweet agony.
Her breathing was ragged and labored as she whispered, “Oh god, Falcon. I think I’m coming.”
She clamped her lips tight so as not to scream. The back of her hand turned white from gripping the edge of the wicker basket. She gasped for breath, like fish out of water.
“Tell me you want me,” Falcon whispered.
“I want you,” Carla replied, her words coming in short gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” Falcon said.
A wild shudder swept her body as she orgasmed. Falcon held her tight as her body shuddered. He gripped her arms to keep her from flailing. Then he released her casually like nothing happened.
Carla, still breathing hard, pulled her zipper up.
She glanced at him, slouched carelessly on the other side. His eyes glinted in triumph. Carla wanted to push him off the balloon to erase the smirk from his face.
Falcon probably read her mind and stayed where he was for the rest of the journey. Carla shot him dagger looks from where she stood.
As Jacques steered the balloon back to Riquewihr, it suddenly occurred to her that what he did was one-sided pleasure. He got nothing out of it except for the teasing look that never left his face. Carla knew he must have been as turned on as she was.
The hot air balloon hovered over his property before coming to landing. Jacques scrambled for the ropes and tethered it before Carla stepped out.
“Jacques, tell the boys to get the rest of the day off,” she ordered.
Falcon raised a brow when she made the announcement.
“Planning on doing nothing for the rest of the day?” He asked.
Carla waited until Jacques was out of earshot.
“You don’t have an idea what I’ll do to you tonight. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your mama’s name,” Carla threatened.
She heard the sharp intake of breath as Falcon’s eyes dilated. His lids dropped giving her a brooding look as his nostrils flared in anticipation.
“Let’s not wait for tonight then. Let’s go,” he replied dragging her by the hand.