The underground parking at Lariboisière stinks of rubber and stale piss. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. I slump into the passenger seat of Dionys Lorant du Tertre’s beat-up Peugeot. He’s the intern who pulled Valma back from the brink—AVC dodged like a miracle. Twenty-four hours on shift, eyes bloodshot, long brown hair tousled. Godlike jaw, almost girly lips. Blouse screams ‘Dionysos.’ Fitting. Gave her a second life.
His hand clamps my thigh. Firm. Hot through jeans. ‘I want you,’ he growls, staring hard. Heart slams. I’m wrecked—night wandering Paris streets, terror for Valma twisting my gut. Lesbian to the core. But gratitude surges. Curiosity prickles. What’s ‘normal’ dick feel like? After speed-fueled love with her, this transgression tempts. Forbidden rush. His fingers squeeze. Heat pools low. Tired brain screams yes.
The Awakening
Hesitate. He backs off. ‘Sorry, should wine and dine you. But I’m raw—deaths on my hands.’ Eyes plead. I read my love for Valma in them, flips his switch. Pulse races. Do it. Hand slides to his crotch. Bulge throbs. Zipper rasps down. Pants bunch ankles. Cock leaps free—veiny, seven inches, head slick with pre-cum. Musky tang hits. Prickles skin.
Bend over console. Lips part. Salty bead smears tongue. Vein pulses against palate. Suck slow. Deeper. Gagging edge. He moans, fists my hair. Bobs head like truck-stop whore from that porno mag. Throat fucks gently. Spit drips. Balls tighten. No—pull off. Want full plunge. Strip frantic. Jeans tangle feet. Naked in leather seat. Straddle. Back arches against horn—beep echoes.
His gaze devours tits, shaved mound. ‘Condoms, glovebox.’ Rip foil. Roll latex over shaft. Tight fit. Nails scrape—oops. Grip base. Poise. Virgin slit quivers. Push down. Sting rips. ‘Fuck,’ gasp. Stretches walls. Full. Impaled. He groans—shocked I’m untouched. Hips buck. Grind slow. Clit grinds pubes. Juices soak rubber. Car rocks subtle.
The Act
Hands maul tits. Nipples peak. Sucks one—wet, eager. Like starving pup. Tongue flicks. Teeth graze. Bite sharpens. Pain sparks pleasure. ‘Harder,’ rasp. No—too much. Push face away. He thrusts wild. Grunts build. Cums fast. Spasms fill condom. Hot pulse inside. Disappoint—over in minutes. But afterglow hums. Tits tingle.
Pant. Sweat slicks skin. He confesses: ‘Valma’s awake. Lied to snag you.’ Rage flares. ‘Asshole.’ Dress hasty. But he saved her. Quick kiss. ‘Thanks. Don’t fall.’ Dash out. Legs shaky. Pussy throbs—stretched, wet. Secret burns sweet. Fucked a man. For her. Thrill lingers.
Find Valma’s room. She sleeps, serene. Hold hand. Wake. Confess all. She laughs. No jealousy. Snuggle under sheets. Hands roam. Finger my slick folds. Nurse bursts—tension check. Ignore. Later, hospital gown gaps. Ass bare. My fingers trace crack. Nuzzle tits. Culotte soaked. Bite mark blooms nipple. Our secret fuels heat.
Pregnancy hits weeks later. His seed took—condom fail. Keep it. Marry Valma. Belly swells. Marko born. Life flips. But that garage fuck? Dirty core thrill. Taboo pulse. Owned it. No regrets.