by HELEN HARDT
Her body warmed with sensual fever. His mouth began its torment once more, and she relaxed into the silk around her eyes, imagining Michel—no, Ace—licking her juicy cunt. His dark, full lips sucked at her, his tongue teased her, and those wonderful long brown fingers thrust inside her channel. The roughness of his dreads tickled her thighs as he suckled her clit, kissed her pussy lips.
God, yes. He jammed another long finger into her and fucked her hard as he nuzzled her clit and tongued her outer lips. More sucking sounds. So fucking good. She shattered again. “Suck my pussy. Yeah. Just like that. Just like that, Ace.” And she flew to the moon.
When she came down, she jolted. She no longer sensed his head between her legs, his fingers in her cunt. What happened? Michel was probably done. Three orgasms were really all she could expect for four hundred in fake chips. She wasn’t about to complain. But firm wet lips slid along her thighs, up through her nest of curls, to her navel, where he dipped and sucked. Warm breath caressed her belly, and wet kisses traveled upward, until moist lips captured a nipple and tugged.
“Ah, God.” So good. This wasn’t what she’d paid for, but what the fuck? “The other one. The other nipple. Please.”
Lips trailed over her other breast to suck her other nipple while strong fingers plucked the first one. Ripples shot straight to her core, still sensitive from the orgasms he’d already given her. The cool silk floated against her eyes, and in her mind, an ebony god sucked her, kissed her, hummed husky moans into her flesh, and ground his clothed erection against her mound. She undulated against his arousal, her pulse racing, her skin quivering.
Inside her. She wanted Ace inside her.
Now.
“Please. I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me, Ace.”
While a smooth tongue still lapped at her nipples, strong fingers fumbled with the silk at her eyes. No. She wasn’t ready for the fantasy to end. “Please. Fuck me.”
The heaviness of his arousal disappeared, and she whimpered. In a sea of smoky eroticism, she vaguely heard foil ripping, and then some fumbling. Ah, God, he was really going to fuck her.
With the first thrust, she sighed. Good, slow burn. Moist lips nipped at her neck, and he thrust again, going deeper this time. Tiny sobs escaped her throat, and the vibrations of his groans tickled her neck, her earlobes. He thrust again. She slid her fingers up his arms, over his hard broad shoulders, and into coarse dreads. She held on, fisting her hands in the roughness as she climbed the summit. Interesting texture, dreads.
Dreads?
She gasped. What the hell was she doing? Fucking a goddamn stranger, that’s what she was doing. A stranger who was supposed to have smooth hair tied back in a ponytail.
She quickly ripped the silk from her eyes. She blinked, accustoming herself to the dim lighting. The face above her was dark, like coffee. And gorgeous, like the work of a master sculptor. And his cock was still embedded in her.
“How did you know it was me, sweet Lisa?”
She jerked upward, pushing him from her body. She curled up to hide her nakedness. Ridiculous, as he’d already seen her naked. Already sucked her to orgasm three times. Already fucked her.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Aren’t you glad to see me? You cried my name.” His gorgeous lips curved into a lazy half-smile.
Lisa’s skin tingled with tiny electric sparks. Who did he think he was? Suddenly, everything made sense. The creaking of the door she’d thought she heard after Michel had blindfolded her. The whispers. The scratching of his dreads on her thighs. Michel’s smooth hair wouldn’t have abraded her skin.
“Where’s Michel?”
Ace disposed of the condom, and Lisa tried not to look at his beautiful and still hard cock. He hadn’t climaxed yet.
“He drove a hard bargain, but I convinced him to let me be the one to pleasure you tonight.”
“Hard bargain? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Seems he wanted very much to lick your sweet pussy. But I assured him I was the better man for the job.”
Again, she wished for a hole to swallow her up. This was madness. “You… You fucked me. And I… I…”
“As I recall, you begged me to.”
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“So you’d rather have fucked Michel, then?”
“No!” She stood and wrapped a sheet around herself. “I didn’t want to fuck anyone. I wasn’t thinking. I was fantasizing about…”
“About me.”
“I don’t even know you.” She raked her fingers through her tangled hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I know better than this. I’m always safe.”
“Not to worry, love. I’m clean. And I wore a boot.”
“I’m sure your—” She swiveled her head. “A boot?”
“A shoe. You know, a condom.”
She rolled her eyes. “More Jamaican English?”
“Yah.” His smile was pure sin. He stood, still naked, still erect. Still…huge. His cock, brown and massive, sprang from jet curls. A beautiful sight.
She sighed.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Lisa. Since I bound you this morning. You have no idea how beautiful you looked. Your breasts, ripe as two melons, with sweet red nipples beggin’ to be plucked. And your pink pussy. Seeping, Lisa. You were seeping as you lay there, at my mercy. I could smell your honey, your musk. I wanted to shove my tongue in you, my fingers, my cock. God, I wanted you. And then, when you asked me to have a drink, and I had to say no…” He shifted his gaze from her for a moment and then settled his chocolate eyes on her face again. “I considered it. I almost thought it was worth losin’ my job for.”
“To have a drink with me?”
“God, yes, sweet. When you walked in tonight and came to my table, I could hardly spin that stupid little ball. I had such a ragin’ hard-on. Then you went to the back table to cash in your chips, and I couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else. So I found Michel and made a deal.”
“You did, huh?”
He nodded, his eyes gleaming. “But suckin’ your pussy made it worse. I got harder and harder, and when you told me to fuck you, I lost control. But it was amazin’.” He closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, they seemed even darker. “I want to finish what we started. I want to fuck you. Hard and fast. Then slow and sensual. I want my cock in your mouth, your pussy. I want to fuck you everywhere I can.”
Lisa shuddered as Ace took her hand in his. The stark contrast of her pale skin to his chocolate mesmerized her. So beautiful. He led her hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. She gulped. It pulsed with rhythm. For her. She wanted to taste it, suck it, shove it deep into her body.
But he’d tricked her. He’d made a fool of her. She drew her hand away. “Ace, I can’t do this. I…” She sighed, paced a few steps, and sat down in an empty chair. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you. I am.”
His handsome face lit up. “Then what’s the problem?”
“This is.” She gestured to the room. “You are. I am. This whole situation. You tricked me.”
He sat down next to her on the bed. “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”
“I thought you were Michel.”
“You cried out my name.”
She let out a deep breath. He’d heard her, plain and simple. To deny it would make her look stupid. Better to change the subject. “What were you going to do? Just keep eating me until you’d had enough, and then leave and have Michel come back in?”
He grinned. “Michel is, no doubt, busy elsewhere by now.”
“Then what were you going to do?”
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead, sweet. All I was thinking about was sinking my tongue in your hot little pussy.”
“God,” she said under her breath. Just his words made her hot.
He bent to her and caught a nipple between his lips. He nibbled gently. “Please, sweet Lisa.”
His breath caressed her wet nipple, made it even harder. He looked into her eyes, stood, and pulled her up from the chair. One long finger traced her cheek, her jaw line. A luscious shiver ran through her.
“I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a very long time. One night. That’s all I ask.”
One night. A whole night? She should decline, but she didn’t have it in her. She wanted him. His mouth on hers, his cock in her pussy, pumping, thrusting. “Where? Here?”
He shook his head. “Others need these rooms. Your room?”
“I have a roommate. Your room?”
“I live in an apartment, outside the resort. I could take you there.”
Leave the resort? Not the smartest thing. Though his cock had been buried in her pussy, she couldn’t escape the fact that she didn’t actually know Ace. “What about a vacant room?”
“That’s against the rules, sweet.”
“Isn’t you being with me against the rules, anyway?”
He let out a soft laugh. “Not while I’m off duty. My shift in the casino ended an hour ago.”
“Well, Ace,” she giggled shakily, “it looks like we’re two horny people without a place to go.”
His eyes brightened, and her heart pitched.
“I know just the place. Get dressed and come with me.”
* * *
The beach. Perfect. After they dressed, Ace took her hand in his and led her to a small alcove of sand and ocean, vacant and secluded. He spread a blanket on the smooth sand, sat down, and patted the space beside him. She smiled and plunked next to him.
“I want you to know, I don’t do this. I’ve never been with a resort guest before.”
“Really?”
“Really. In fact, I’m a pretty ethical guy. I’ve been tempted, sure, but never enough to act on it.”
“Why me? I’m not anything special.” Her dishwater blond hair, her regular blue eyes, her tall and gangly frame—what did he see in her?
“How can you say that? You’re beautiful, Lisa. Your hair is the color of the sand, and your eyes the color of the ocean. Your skin is so fair and so soft. And I love that you’re tall. I won’t have to strain my neck to kiss you.”
Ace had to be at least six-three. Maybe taller. He had a point about her height. His remark emboldened her. “You haven’t kissed me, Ace.” Even when he was inside her, he had kissed her neck, but not her lips.
“Oh, haven’t I?” He wiggled his brows and winked.
Lisa couldn’t help but laugh. “On my mouth, I mean.”
“Then let’s remedy that straight away.” He cupped her cheek in one hand and drew her face to his.
His lips brushed lightly over hers, sending sparks skittering across her skin. He kissed her again, firmer this time, running his tongue over the seam of her lips, urging them open. She obliged, and he deepened the kiss, entering her mouth and swirling his tongue around hers.
He tasted of rum punch, and female musk, and spicy man all in one. Heaven. She sighed into his mouth, and his groan resonated against the back of her throat. She pulled away to take a breath, ever aware of her heart pounding. She looked up at Ace, and his gaze seared hers. His eyes had darkened to a smoldering umber. His forehead touched hers, and his beautiful full lips curved into a grin. Dimples. She hadn’t noticed them before. She reached up to touch one, the dark skin of his face warm and inviting.
She pushed him onto the blanket and fell on top of him. He cupped her cheeks again and pulled her to him for a kiss, but she giggled and pulled away. She unbuttoned his crisp formal shirt slowly, caressing his rock-hard chest as she pushed the garment off his shoulders. He cupped her breasts through her dress, and she leaned down and kissed him. A hot, sexy kiss, with open mouths and tangling tongues.
Hot. So fucking hot. That tongue—that amazing, talented tongue—had been in her pussy, tantalizing her. She wanted it there again. He rolled her over until he was on top and edged her dress up over her ass and tummy and then her breasts, revealing them to the moonlight. She raised her arms as he slid the dress over her head. The smooth breeze from the sea drifted over her warm skin.
In the distance, water splashed over the rocks creating their alcove, and crickets chirped in the darkness. Ace’s eyes met hers again, and her skin tingled. He lowered his head, kissed her between her breasts, and then pressed his lips to one milky white mound, circling it until he reached her hard nipple. He laved the tight bud, teasing it, and then sucked it between those gorgeous lips while his fingers plucked the other one.
Heat pooled between Lisa’s legs. She closed her eyes.
“No, look at me, love,” Ace said, his voice low and primal. “Don’t close your eyes.”
She opened her eyes and caught his smoky gaze as he lapped at her nipple. Grabbing his dreads, she pulled him upward and locked her mouth onto his. His musky scent, his spicy flavor—she couldn’t get enough.
He broke the kiss, still staring into her eyes. He licked between her breasts again, and then ventured lower, to her tummy, and placed one of her legs over his broad, beefy shoulder, never breaking eye contact. That alone made her hot. He trailed moist kisses over her inner thigh, and she shivered as heated chills shimmied across her flesh.
“I’m going to suck your pussy again, love,” he whispered, his breath a soft caress against her skin, wet from his kisses. He nibbled her thigh, and then slid his tongue into her hot, aching core.
Lisa was so sensitive, so on edge, she swore she could feel the roughness of each individual taste bud on his slick tongue. She panted, her body quivering, and he turned his head, nipped her thigh, and buried his face in her pussy again. He sucked her clit hard, making her burn, while he gripped her calf and squeezed it. His long wet tongue snaked over her clit and labia, and he seized one lip, pulling, tugging, scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin.
She gasped, nearly catapulting into space right there. He eased his fingers into her cunt, and when she was almost ready to burst, he removed them, reaching forward and tracing her lips with her juices. She sucked his fingers, tasting her own tang. And he watched. His blazing eye contact never faltered.
His mouth wasn’t on her pussy, but she shattered, taking his long fingers deep into her mouth as her walls convulsed. When her breathing returned to normal, she fisted her hands in his hair, pulled him to her, and kissed his luscious lips. His bottom half was still clothed, and his huge arousal pushed against her thigh.
She prodded at him playfully, and he rolled over, taking her with him, until she lay on top of him. She ground her wet pussy into his crotch.
“Ah, sweet, please. Let me out.”
Sliding down his body, she pressed her hard nipples into his solid brown torso and licked a path over his pecs, his taut belly, his navel. When she got to his erection, she slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his big black cock.
“Oh, my God, Ace.” Her breath caught. He let out a raspy laugh.
“You’ve seen it before.”
“That doesn’t mean it isn’t magnificent.” A drip of pre-cum slid from the tip, and Lisa touched her tongue to its saltiness.
Ace tensed beneath her. His hand closed around the back of her neck, and she tickled the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Lisa, damn, that feels good.”
She smiled against his bulging head, running her tongue along the ridge. He moaned. She teased him for a few more seconds, and then thrust her lips downward, taking him deep. She gorged herself on his cock, kissing, sucking, eating, as he grazed the back of her throat. He glided his hands into her hair, gripped her head, and moved her up and down on his thick shaft.
“Ah, yes, sweet. Fuck me with your mouth, pretty Lisa. Suck me. Just like that.”
His deep, husky voice, his sultry accent drifted over Lisa in a haze of smoky desire. She teased his head, letting it rest on her lower lip as she flicked her tongue over it. He moaned her name, and it floated to her across the whispering breeze, sweet music to her ears. When he lifted his hips, nudging f
arther into her mouth, she pulled back and tormented him.
“Sweet torture, Lisa.”
“Serves you right.” She licked from his balls to the tip, like a popsicle. “You tricked me.”
“But I had good intentions.”
“Mmm.” She sucked him deep and then let him go. “That you did.”
His cock free of her mouth, he grabbed her head and brought her forward, taking her in a deep, possessive kiss. She trembled as their tongues mated.
It was time. Time to finish what they’d started.
He broke the kiss gently, fumbled in the pocket of his trousers, and kicked them the rest of the way off. Moving deftly, he sheathed himself and positioned her so she straddled his hips and forced her down upon his cock.
Sweet, sweet stretch. His hardness filled her emptiness, massaged her G-spot, and shot sparks through her body. She rode him hard, clenching onto his pecs as she took his thickness into her body with feverish intensity. His smoldering gaze never left hers, and his gorgeous face, shiny with sweat in the moonlight, was taut with tension.
He reached behind her, grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and kneaded them as she fucked him. The slapping sounds of their lovemaking chorused in her ears.
“Ace! This feels so good.”
“God, yes, Lisa. Yes.”
Lisa’s hair cascaded down to the small of her back and tickled her. She leaned forward, and Ace sucked a nipple between his lips as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.
“I love your breasts,” he said against her flesh.
His full lips encircling her nipple looked nearly as good as it felt. But she wanted more. More cock in her pussy. Filling her up. She arched her back and took him deep. Looking upward, she basked in the nocturnal beauty of the moon, the stars. Faster and harder she rode, taking all he gave, consuming his heat, his passion.
“No,” he moaned, “not yet.”
In an instant, she found herself on her back, and then he flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind. “Such a beautiful ass,” he said, squeezing her cheeks as he pounded. “You’re amazing, sweet. So amazing.” He leaned downward and pressed his hard chest into her back, his warm breath brushing her cheek.
