Calling On Antoine
A sequel to The End Of A Rut
By Ladybug

Disclaimer:  The character of Antoine belongs to Harris Goldberg and Rob Schneider. No infringement intended.  All other characters owned by the author.

Rated R

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Truthfully, I hadn't intended to call on Antoine again.  The one night we'd spent having the best sex I'd ever experienced was suppose to have been enough.  It was suppose to just break me out of my rut and catapult me into a new phase in my life.

Except that night was all I could think about.

Antoine had told me he didn't do all nighters, yet I spent the entire night with him that night.  Amazing is the only way I can describe it.  I can see now why women are willing to pay for his services on a regular basis.  I was seriously contemplating becoming one of those women myself, except I couldn't afford him.  In fact, I was already afraid I'd broken my bank account on the all nighter with him, but when it came time to pay that morning, he only asked for the standard one hour fee.  I wanted to ask him why he was giving me the break, but I was also afraid that if I questioned him too much on it, he'd change his mind, so I gave him his money and he drove me back to my car.  With a quick kiss on the lips, he sped off with a wave – I assume - on to his next appointment.

So now here I sit one evening one month later with his phone number once again in my hands.  I was extremely nervous and I didn't know why.  I still wasn't married, I still had no boyfriend, and I could now lay claim to a few dates.  My rut had remained broken, so what did I have to be nervous about?

After quickly dialing the number, I left my message for him to call me and hung up.  I didn't think he'd get back to me right away.  I figured he'd be out with a client, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang next to me two minutes later.

“Hello?”

“Buona sera, bella!”

“Antoine,” I replied, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.  “I didn't expect you to call me back so quickly.”

“And why is that, bella?”  I could hear the amusement in his voice.  He was toying with me and for some reason it bothered me.  At the very least it should have sent up warning bells for what was to come.

“I just thought you would be, um . . . busy.”  Nervously, I began playing with a loose thread on the couch, tugging at it absentmindedly.

“I see.  At the moment, no.”  He offered nothing more.  “What can I do for you, cara mia?  Don't tell me that pesky little rut has returned again has it?”

“Um, no.”  I smiled slightly embarrassed.  “That's gone for good, I think.  Things have been going pretty good actually.”

“So then why do you have need of me, hmm?”  I was suddenly having the impression that Antoine didn't want to see me and for some reason that hurt my feelings.  “Do the men you're dating find you lacking?”

I gasped softly as tears suddenly blurred my vision.  Why was he being so cruel to me?  I couldn't imagine what I had done to deserve his insult.  It suddenly put a damper on my desire to see him again.  “Never mind, Antoine.  Forget I called.  Goodbye.”  I hung up as quickly as I could and struggled not to burst into tears.  It was the most ridiculous thing in the world!  My feelings were hurt because a gigolo insults me.  Why should I care what he thinks?

The phone rang causing me to jump.  God, how I hate it when it does that!

“Hello!”  I answered a bit testy.

“Don't ever hang up on me again, Jessa!”  Antoine!  Good Lord, I couldn't believe he'd called back, not to mention the nerve of telling me not to hang up on him after he has the audacity to insult me!

“I'll do whatever I please, when I'm being unduly insulted, you jerk!”  There, that certainly told him.  He didn't say anything for a few moments.  I could only hear his breathing, but I could sense that he was truly pissed off.

“I had not intended to insult you, Jessa,” he finally answered quietly.  By the tone in his voice I could tell he was struggling with his famous temper.  He'd told me a little about it that night we spent together.  “Forgive me.”

For some reason I didn't want to forgive him.  I was angry now.  Angry at him for his insensitivity, angry at him for making me want him when I knew I could not afford it.  But most of all I was angry with him because I knew I could never have him.  I would always be sharing him with others.  I sighed.  I was truly pathetic.

“Fine, apology accepted.  Goodbye, Antoine,” I said again and hung up.  I thought I heard him cursing as I hung up the phone, but I didn't really care.  I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen for a drink of water.  My mouth felt like it had cotton in it.

I tried my best to push Antoine from my mind as I settled down with a book I'd been slowly working my way through.  It was one of the nice perks of running your own bookshop.  You could bring books home at no cost, read them and return them.

Ten minutes later, my phone rang again.  Without thinking, I answered it, never expecting it to be Antoine again.

“Get your ass over here now!” he growled then hung up.  I sat there blinking at the receiver for several seconds before I became furious.  First he insults me, then he basically threatens me when I hang up on him for it and then he demands that I come over there?  Well, fine and dandy!  I'll go, I decided, but he sure as hell wasn't going to like what he got when I got there, the bastard!

I pounded on his door 45 minutes later, ready to give him hell.  He jerked the door open and without a word, grabbed my hand and yanked me inside, slamming the door behind me.  “Who the hell do you think you are?” I yelled at him, briefly noticing he wore only a pair of black silk boxers and a black silk robe that hung open revealing his smooth hard chest.  God, he looked good enough to eat!

I suddenly found myself shoved back against the door as warm lips claimed mine in a hard, almost violent kiss.  I struggled with him at first, but my anger was quickly changing into hot passion as his tongue battled with mine.  This was what I needed, what I wanted and I found myself clinging to him as his own anger transformed into a passion that equaled mine.

I pushed the robe off his shoulders and whimpered softly when he had to take his hands off me long enough to let it fall from his arms.  His fingers quickly worked the buttons of my blouse and then he was stripping it away along with my bra.  He suddenly broke the kiss and bent at his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifted me straight up so that my breasts were even with his mouth and then he devoured them.  I cried out when the suction became almost too unbearable, my fingers clenched in his thick curls.  He released the one breast and shifted to the other while holding me up easily.  I could feel his tongue swirling around and around, then flicking roughly over the hard pebble.  My hands had just left his hair to grasp him around the shoulders when his teeth nipped the sensitive nub.  My fingernails dug into his back and he released it, looking up at me with passion filled eyes.

“There's my tiger,” he whispered and claimed my mouth again allowing me to slide part way down his body.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and groaned when the hardness of his erection pressed against the ache between my legs.  I shifted against him and felt him stagger with a groan.  “Dolce Cristo, Jessa!”

Sinking to his knees I suddenly felt the 18th Century Persian Carpet at my back and for a fleeting moment I wanted to laugh.  I wondered if Antoine even realized we were about to have sex on his beloved antique carpet.  Then I quit caring as he stripped my pants and underwear away.  His black silk boxers came next, then he was covering me, pressing his knees between my legs to part them.  I held my breath in anticipation of his thrust and my breath left me in a loud whoosh as he filled me completely.  His mouth found mine again and he kissed me hungrily.  His hands were everywhere on my body, his thrusts were hard and fast.  I lifted my hips in a desperate attempt to keep pace with him but I could already feel myself spiraling towards the brink.  At the moment of climax I think I screamed.  I completely shattered, my body convulsing, caught in the grips of a powerful release I froze.  I thought I could hear him shouting my name but all I could do was feel.  Feel as my body hummed with it's release, feel as Antoine shuttered above me as his essence filled me and feel as our bodies were joined together, wrapped around each other in a tangle of sweaty limps.  The smell of our hasty joining hovered around us like an aphrodisiac and Antoine groaned softly as he finally rolled off me to land on his back beside me taking deep breaths.

It occurred to me at that moment that he had not used a condom.  I wondered if he'd realized it yet or not too.  I was safe either way, from pregnancy or diseases and I felt fairly certain that Antoine was too.  Especially from pregnancy.  I giggled at the thought.  I was having images of Antoine walking around with a fat round belly.  My giggle turned to laughter and caused him to turn his head and give me that raised eyebrow look.  Somehow I didn't think he'd find it as amusing as I did and that just made me laugh all the more.

“Do you plan to share this little joke with me, cara mia or is it a private joke?”

“Somehow, I don't think you will appreciate the humor,” I replied with a smile.

“Try me.  I think you will find that I have a pretty good sense of humor, amore.”  He turned on to his side towards me and placed his hand on my flat stomach.  I noticed that his terms of endearment towards me were getting more affectionate and again I wondered if he realized it or if he always spoke to his clients that way.

It also occurred to me that I had no cash on hand to pay him.  I didn't think I would mention that till later.

“Well, the original thought wasn't so funny.  It was how my thoughts branched off from there that tickled me.”  I was smiling at him and he had an unreadable expression on his face.  I wondered what he was thinking.

Without changing expression, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.  It was a warm, affectionate kiss and he pulled back moments later.  “You are beautiful when you smile, dolcezza.  Now tell me why you were laughing?”

It took me a moment to recover from the kiss and the compliment, but when I did I simply said, “I was laughing because I was imaging you pregnant.”

Again he raised his eyebrow only this time it nearly shot up into his hairline.  “For God sakes, why?”

“Because you didn't use a condom, that's why?”

“What the hell does that have to do with me being preg-” he cut off giving me a horrified look as it suddenly dawned on him what I'd said.  “Dolce Cristo, Jessa!  Please tell me you are covered!”

I reached out and caressed his cheek with my fingers and smiled.  “Don't worry, Antoine, I'm protected and I have a clean bill of health to boot.”  I wasn't sure if he heard the last part or not for he fell back with a deep sigh of relief right after I announced the “I'm protected” bit.  However, that did not keep me from letting another giggle slip out when the image of him pregnant popped into my head again.

He lifted his head and gave me an indignant look and I giggled harder.  He started to lunge for me, but I had anticipated the move and was already on my feet and running towards his bedroom.  I heard him bellow loudly and I stopped and spun around.  He was standing there gaping down at the mess we'd made on his 18th Century Persian Carpet and I giggled more.  “How the hell am I suppose to get that stain out?”

“Umm, Spray N Wash?”  He shot me a dirty look then started across the room towards me.  I began to back up, looking for a place to run, but he'd already cut me off from the bathroom.  “Now, Antoine.  Really, it's your own fault, you know.  You started it by insulting me.”

“I was angry with you,” he growled as he continued to stalk me.

Angry?  With me? This surprised the hell out of me!  “What did I do?”  I asked shocked as the back of my legs hit against his bed and I sat down hard on the mattress.  He was almost to me and I quickly scrambled back onto the bed, but suddenly he was there, crawling over me, pinning me with his larger, heavier frame.  Before I could even gasp his name, he was settling between my thighs and sinking deep inside me.

“You didn't call me,” he accused, his lips hovering over mine.  His eyes were so dark they looked almost black.  He shifted his hips and I groaned as the friction of it sent daggers of desire stabbing through my body.

“I did call-”

“A frickin month later!  You waited a whole frickin month!”  My thoughts were whirling in my head.  I was confused by his words, by his anger.  I could hardly think with him filling me so completely.  His fingers were wrapped around my wrists and he had them pinned to the mattress above my head.  His hips were slowly shifting, moving just enough to keep me unfocused.

“I don't understand, Antoine.”  My voice came out sounding breathless.  Oh God, it was hard to think when he kept rotating his hips with each slow thrust.  “I wasn't aware that you were expecting me to call.”

“Did you think I'd just let you slip away from my life after you reminded me of what real passion feels like?” he brushed his lips against mine.

“You never said anything!” I accused him.  “Why didn't you call me?”

He sighed heavily as he dropped his head to my shoulder.  “Because I will not stop what I do, dolcezza.  This is who I am and I have no right to call you, no right to ask you.”  He lifted his head and looked down into my face, his dark eyes searching for something, I wasn't sure what.  “I am incapable of giving you anything more than this.”

I was stunned.  A frown creased my brow as I let his words sink in.  “Are you asking me to be your lover?  With the condition that I have to let you continue to-” I couldn't say it.  I couldn't think it.  Like hell if I would even consider it!  He whispered something softly to me in his language, shifting his hips again.  Whatever he was doing it was making me crazy inside.  I was finding it increasingly difficult to up hold my end of the conversation.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh, amore.” His lips were feather light across my cheek.  “I am not a fool, Jessa,” he continued, his breathing becoming heavier as his hips began to pick up the pace.  His lips were next to my ear and his warm breath gusting across my skin only increased the tension building in my body.

“I may be a selfish bastard, but I would never ask it of you.”

“But?”  Even in my fogged, passion filled brain; I could still hear another screaming ‘but'.

He chuckled deeply and the sound of it vibrated into me causing me to groan in pleasure.  “But anytime you want me, or have need of me, you only have to call and I will be there.”

“Th-that sounds all nice and w-wonderful, Antoine, but I, uh . . . I can't a-afford it.”  His head snapped back as his eyes flashed in a combination of appalled anger down at me.

“Dio, donna!  You think I would charge you?”  His hips had stopped their delicious torture and I whimpered.  Finally, I had had enough talk.  I wrenched my hands away from beneath his and tangled them in his hair.

“God, Antoine, would you just shut up?”  I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him hard.  He seemed a bit stunned at first, but it didn't last long.  He began returning the kiss with a hunger that equaled mine.  I pushed forward, forcing him to roll onto his back.  I rose up above him and it caused me to sink deep on him.  My body convulsed almost violently causing me to gasp out loud.  It also caused the muscles that were surrounding his sex to clamp down and he growled as his hands gripped my waste and he thrust up while he forced my hips down.  I had barely caught my breath, when I climaxed again.  “Oh God!” I gasped.  Antoine groaned his release, his hands holding my hips firmly as he thrust up and froze.

I don't remember collapsing, but when I was finally able to make a coherent thought I found myself sprawled across his chest, his heart thundering loudly in my ear.  His arms were wrapped tightly around me and I felt safe and secure.  “Bella-”

“Sh-sh-sh, no more talk now, Antoine.” My eyes were closed and I was drifting peacefully.

His arms tightened even more securely around me, as if I might try to escape.  “Will you stay the night with me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.  I heard him sigh softly and we both drifted off to sleep.

The End