by Sahara Kelly
The Boy Scouts boy scouts had the right idea. Be prepared.
Chapter Ten
Upstairs, lazing in the tub, Cory pondered the evening’s events. She wondered who “C” and “B” were. Could it be Claudine herself?
The window above the bath slowly slid downwards, and Cory cursed, knowing an unscreened window was an open invitation to nasty biting bugs. She scrambled up through the bubbles and closed it.
There had been a small packet of bath salts resting atop the pile of towels, which had surprised Cory. She’d been even more surprised when she’d emptied a handful under the running water and the richly sensual fragrance of gardenias mixed with damask roses filled the air.
It was a scent that screamed sex and desire, and it made her want to stroke her hands over her body as she lay beneath the thick froth of bubbles. Ordinarily, she preferred simple perfumes—but this one was something else again. She squinted at the packet, but the name was smeared from either humidity or age.
Once more the window slid down and Cory sighed. “Hey Louis…” He must have a nail and a hammer or something.
She heard his footsteps pause outside the door. “You okay?”
“Yeah. The window keeps sliding down. You got a hammer and a nail? If you do, leave it outside and I’ll fix it.”
She heard him laugh. “You can’t fix it with just a hammer and a nail. You’ll ruin the sash.”
“Shit.”
“You decent?”
“I’m in the bath.” She shook her head. What did he think?
“Well grab something. I’m coming in.”
“Nooo…” Cory squawked and sank up to her chin beneath the water, praying it was milky enough to hide her, because the minute facecloth sure as hell wouldn’t.
Louis walked in and looked at her with interest. “Damn. I was hoping for a quick flash.” He grinned, robbing his words of anything but lighthearted humor. “Now. Where’s this window? Ah, yeah. I see.”
Afraid that he might see, Cory sank even lower, trying to breathe through her nose. “Can you fix it?” The water bubbled around her mouth.
“You know, you’re gonna drown if you keep that up.” Louis chuckled then stepped onto the edge of the bath.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He sighed. “Look honey, it’s the only way I can reach this thing, okay? The sash is loose. I need to reattach the weight.” He pulled on a dusty piece of rope and knotted things, leaning over and finally putting one foot on either side of the tub as he tried to slide the weight back into its groove.
Which gave Cory—looking upwards—a great view along his leg, inside his thigh, and up into places which should’ve been covered by underwear—but weren’t.
Ohhh Mama.
He was thick, a solid length filling his shorts and she could almost glimpse his balls cradling that lovely cock. It was pretty amazing that she could see at all, since a warm heat was flooding her, the water caressing her pussy with softly moving fingers and she wanted to eat him whole.
Slowly, deliberately, she raised herself from the water, making barely a ripple as first her shoulders then her chest rose against the foam. She paused just before her nipples broke the surface.
“Looks like you’ve fixed it, then.” Even her voice was sultry, and it surprised her with how natural it felt.
“I’m good at fixing things.” He turned and stared down at her, freezing into immobility as he took in her revealed flesh. “Very good at fixing things.”
“Really?” She licked her lips. “You good at other things too?”
The scent of the bubble bath was all around her, flooding her nose, making her a little lightheaded, and forcing her eyes back to his cock which was clearly growing harder beneath his shorts as her movements bared one breast for a brief second.
She wanted this man. Wanted him with every single fiber of her being. All other thoughts fled, chased away by the rising desire that flooded her. Images chased across her subconscious, naked images, tangled limbs, mouths and hands finding other mouths and hands—and bodies. She ached physically, her sex screaming out its hunger for that cock.
The room seemed to sway and Louis lost his precarious balance, crashing into the tub and sending a spume of foam across the floor.
Cory rose to meet his fall, eagerly feeling the weight of his chest as he crushed her breasts and caught himself with his hands on the side of the tub. He slid down into the water and she parted her thighs, making room for him.
He lifted his head and stared at her, his lips just inches from her left breast. Then, without a word, he lowered his mouth to a place just below her nipple and sucked.
Cory screamed with ecstasy.
*~~*~~*
Louis was in heaven. He had an armful of naked writhing woman, with thighs that clutched at him and hands that reached for him. His lips had found that spot on her breast and she was rubbing her pussy against him with ferocious need.
He struggled to free himself of his shorts, throwing them away from the tub and hearing them plop wetly onto the floor. Finally he was naked, rubbing himself over Cory in his own frenzy, delighting in the scent of her, the feel of her and the eagerness with which she accepted his touch. His cock was harder than steel, and his heart thundered as he seized one breast and squeezed it roughly, nipping at the beaded tip and thrilling at the whimpers of pleasure coming from Cory’s throat.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer, her movements as desperate and yearning as the moans she tried so hard to stifle.
He slid a hand to her neck and grasped her chin, angling her mouth for his possession. And he kissed her. Hard.
Lips parted, teeth clashed and tongues savagely dueled for the prize—the taste of the other. She was sweet and spicy, and Louis ate at her mouth with no delicacy whatsoever, lost in the need to devour every fiber of her being.
Still her hips plunged, rubbing her mound against him, thrusting and pushing to get his body where she wanted it.
He kissed her some more, deliberately holding himself away, denying her the satisfaction she demanded, prolonging her sensual agony much as he was doing for himself.
Finally, the taste of her mouth imprinted on his soul, Louis drew back and stared at Cory. Her lips were red and swollen, her breasts high against his chest. Hard nipples dug against him and she mewled as he rubbed his own rough skin over them.
Sliding down, he ran his fingernails over her belly and around her hips, making her sigh and lift herself in offering. His mouth watered as he reached her pussy, hot and swollen between her thighs.
He took one of her legs and draped it over the side of the tub. The other he rested on his shoulder. She was spread wide, bared to his gaze and slickly wet with her own honeyed juices. He could smell her body over the scent of the flowery bath stuff, and he preferred her fragrance to any other he could remember.
He licked his lips in anticipation and bent his head to eat his fill. Once more Cory’s cry filled the room.
The little bit of water left in the tub swished as Louis buried his face between her legs and learned her fleshy folds, finding the tiny nub hot and hard beneath the lips that welcomed his.
She panted and sighed and scrabbled for a hold on the tub, thrusting herself into his kisses, refusing to pull back as he let his tongue slide into her fire. Louis realized he was possessed—he couldn’t remember being this hard, this out of control during sex. He couldn’t remember wanting to tear into a woman the way he was devouring Cory.
She trembled and shuddered and moaned and crashed into an orgasm around his face, her body clenching and releasing in a paroxysm of pleasure. He held on, urging her higher, as frantic now as she was.
Letting her slip free, he scrabbled outside the tub for his shorts and miraculously found a condom. She panted and watched him as he ripped the packet open and sheathed himself, her legs sliding down from his shoulder and the tub.
She spoke. One word. “More.”
And she
meant it. Once was not enough, not nearly enough to quench the hunger that enveloped her. She still shuddered from the aftershocks of her first orgasm and yet she wanted more. She wanted that hardness deep inside her, filling her to overflowing.
He was sheathing himself, protecting them both, hard and thick and ready to oblige.
She spread herself in mute invitation as his cock found her wet folds and thrust roughly past them in a move that took her breath from her lungs. He felt—incredible.
And just as incredible was the rising heat that burgeoned through her as he stretched her, plunging in and out, ravaging her, sending her to a new place where time and space merged into one place—the place where their bodies met.
Again and again they clashed, his pubic hair tangling with hers, his groin pressing her sensitive tissues, making her shiver and shake with an uncontrollable passion. The tub pressed hard against her spine, but no harder than his cock as it rammed into her, riding with her along this strange new road.
He paused, buried to the balls inside her, and shuddered, letting go as he exploded. She clamped down, feeling his throbbing heat as he came, wishing she could feel the boiling flood of his semen.
She cursed the condom, wild for more, out of her mind with some odd kind of driven desire. The scent of the bath salts made her lightheaded and she realized with astonishment that she was coming again, spasming around him, milking him, finding him still hard inside her.
Riding out her second climax, Cory wondered at the magic of it all, astounded at the depth of her responses, still thrumming with sexual energy and still ready to go on. She felt as if she could truly fuck this man forever.
He withdrew, fumbled with the condom and surprised her by reaching for another one. He’d come, but it hadn’t been enough. For either of them.
This time, he spoke the word. “More.”
Cory knew with rock-solid certainty what she wanted. She hoped he wanted it too. Something she’d tried before, found interesting but not particularly fulfilling. This time, she knew it would be.
Cautiously, she rolled over in the bathtub and pulled in a towel to cushion her knees. On all fours she turned away from Louis, reached backwards and spread the cheeks of her ass.
There was nothing she would not do, no part of her body she wouldn’t offer. No experience she would dodge. Not tonight. Not with him.
She wanted it all.
*~~*~~*
Louis found himself shaking as he rolled the second condom onto his still hard cock. Part of him was stunned at his abilities, another part just blindly followed his body’s needs.
When Cory turned her back and offered him her ass, his heart nearly jumped from his chest. Tight rosy muscles beckoned him, and he slid his length between her legs, slicking her moisture over the sheathed tip. He couldn’t resist the lure of claiming her this way.
“Are you sure?”
“God yes. Please…” She wiggled, and moved one hand to her breast beneath her. He followed suit, letting one hand find her clit as his cock pressed between her cheeks. She opened for him like a flower in the morning sunshine and he pushed slowly inwards, finding the snug passage welcoming him as he played gently with her clit.
She moaned again, a sound of deep pleasure, pressing herself backwards onto him even as he eased himself deeper. He steadied himself with one hand on her hip and began a slow thrust, loving the caress of her muscles as she clung to him, reluctant to let him leave her even for a second.
It was slower this time, gentler, less frenzied but still heated…still taking them both to yet another orgasm. Louis could feel it, feel her body as it rose once more to a trembling pitch of madness, and his movements became faster, his balls slapping her body and adding to his own chaotic ride. He was drenched with sweat and her juices and wondered if his balls could possibly survive this insanity.
She panted, quick short breaths, and cried out his name. “Louis—”
He thrust his fingers into her and his cock into her ass one last time. The dual intrusion was enough to send her flying and her whole body shattered around him.
Great clenching gasps told him she was there seconds before her muscles seized him in a rhythmic grip of iron, a velvet vise pulling him so deeply into her he lost sight of where he ended and she began.
And he let go.
His cock pumped what felt like geysers of semen, flooding the condom hotly and filling it, swirling around the tip of his cock in a boiling sea of life’s essence. She spewed liquids that soaked his hand even as it seized his fingers, and her soft scream echoed the one caught in his throat.
He saw stars in front of his eyes, becoming dizzy and lost in the madness of the most incredible orgasm in the history of the world. His world, anyway.
Finally it eased, leaving him breathless and limp and very aware of the hard porcelain tub surrounding them. He sucked in a breath and moved, his cock slipping free of Cory’s ass and her sigh following his movements.
“Oh God.” It was a whisper as she uncramped her own body and tried to get out of the tub.
“Yeah.” He disposed of the condom and turned to help her, finally digging up enough strength to lift her when her own legs seemed unable to support her weight.
Together they staggered to his bedroom where he pulled the bucket off the bed and flopped them both down. Thankfully the rain had eased, although at this point, he wouldn’t have cared if they slept under a waterfall, as long as it was soft.
Cory was already asleep, and Louis nearly there. The odd flowery fragrance lingered a little around them, and just as Louis was dropping off, he could’ve sworn he heard a deep and laughing voice. “Told you wimmen like de ass.”
*~~*~~*
Cory woke to the unfamiliar sound of birds chirping. They didn’t chirp outside her apartment window, they coughed, hacked and occasionally squawked. Such was the cost of city living.
But this was a definite chirp, mixed with the occasional hum of crickets and the sharp-toothed buzz of a cicada.
When a definitely male snore joined the chorus, Cory awoke to the full realization of where she was. And what she’d done.
Holy fucking shit.
She cautiously and silently turned her head on the pillow to see one luscious length of naked man flat on his stomach beside her, facing away and snuffling quietly.
Okay. This is a dream. This cannot possibly be real.
The man shifted his position a little, and farted.
Okay. This is real. I have to get out of here.
Now.
Ignoring the lean length of tanned muscles and the nicely rounded un-suntanned buttocks, Cory crept slowly from the bed, holding her breath as an old floorboard squeaked under her feet.
She prayed he was one of those guys who could sleep through a cannonade outside his window. She didn’t want to face him, speak to him or acknowledge the fact that she’d been a sex-crazed slut in his arms last night and come no less than three times.
Which was so far ahead of her personal best, she wondered if she’d imagined the whole thing.
Then an odd twinge in her thighs made her gasp and she knew it had been real. As real as Louis lying there amidst the rumpled covers, little shiny droplets of sweat already gathering at the base of his spine.
To her horror, Cory had to fight the urge to lean over and lick at the salty moisture. Backing from the bedroom, she blushed as she darted into the bathroom and retrieved her damp clothes from the towel rack where she’d hung them the night before.
They still bore the faintly pink marks of the wine bath she’d taken, but the hell with it. She couldn’t drive home naked. And she simply had to get out of here.
With a sigh of relief she made it downstairs, fastening her halter as she did so. Stepping into the kitchen, the scent of coffee brought her up short.
“Mornin’ chère. My, my. You got de smell of Love Alley on you right enough.”
An old and wizened woman was taking a large bubbling coffeepot off the makeshift stove an
d pouring the most fragrant stream of liquid into a large mug. In spite of her shock, Cory’s mouth watered.
“Er…good morning to you too. Who are you? Louis’s housekeeper or something?”
A couple of white teeth flashed against the woman’s dark skin. “Hell no, chère. I ain’t nobody’s housekeeper. I jus’ a frien’ of Mr. Louis. Him with de real nice cock, eh?”
Cory blushed. “My name’s—”
“I know who you is, gal. You a Lavalle. You got de sight, don’ you?” The woman tapped her head, which was partially hidden under a wildly colored turban that looked mostly Hawaiian with a dash of Florida.
Surprisingly acute eyes surveyed Cory and she caught her breath for a second as she felt that look inside her secret places. This woman, whoever she was, knew about the gifts Cory had. She had touched them with a mere glance and made Cory regard her with a new respect—along with a great deal of caution.
“Uhh…yeah. You know about my family then?”
The woman pushed the mug toward Cory, ignoring the question. “Cream and sugar, chère?”
“Thanks.” Cory found herself accepting the coffee. “This smells good.”
The woman’s mouth parted in a wicked grin. “Like you, chère. You smell of flowers an’ lovin’ and good strong man.” She sniffed deeply. “You smell like a woman from dis’ here place should smell.”
Cory decided to pass on any further conversation of how she did or didn’t smell. “Who are you? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Didn’ give it, chère.” The woman cackled as she straightened one of the gazillion bead necklaces that piled around her scrawny cleavage. She must have been to every single Mardi Gras parade since the beginning of time. “But de Master—he knows.”
“The Master?” Cory sipped her coffee. “My God, this is good stuff.” She took another swig.
“I do make de good coffee, huh? Dey say dat ‘bout me.” She looked satisfied at Cory’s praise. “Let’s hope de Master likes it too.”
