Destination Desire

“Michel?” she said tentatively.

/> “Shh,” he said and plucked a nipple.

It hardened instantly and she strained forward. Wanting more. His mouth. But he wasn’t interested in her nipples. Michel wanted pussy. Well, she could oblige. She spread her legs wide.

“Mmm.” His hum dripped with need. With want.

Would he speak? Or would he get right to business? His fingers grazed the inside of her thighs, and then he parted her folds. She jerked, grabbing hold of the bed sheets to steady her reaction. Right down to business. His tongue slithered lazily in and out of her slick folds. God, it felt good. She hadn’t had her pussy licked in a long, long time. She was well overdue. Ripe enough to fall off the vine. The slick sensation of his mouth and lips suckling her labia had her bucking, straining for climax. She breathed deeply.

Steady, Lisa. Don’t blow it yet.

Too late. She shattered, and icy hot spasms started in her pussy and spread throughout the rest of her, taking her on a flight she hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. She savored the rapture, moaning, her breath coming in rapid puffs. When she came down, Michel’s fingers were stroking her inner walls.

She stiffened. His ministrations felt wonderful, but she had come in about two seconds. She must look really desperate. “Michel, I…”

“Shh,” he said, and then his mouth was on her again.

She gasped as he buried his face in her wet pussy, still sensitive from her climax. Though she couldn’t see what he was doing, she imagined his teeth scraping her as he bit at her labia, his tongue gliding around her juicy folds, his lips kissing her clit, and then sucking it. She trembled, writhing, and clenched her thighs around his head and neck.

His hair scratched the delicate skin of her inner thighs, and she quivered. Something blunt—the pad of his thumb?— tickled her clit as his tongue thrust inside her. Tingles shot through her. His tongue was so hot, so firm, her pussy sensitive and quivering from her climax. She thrust her hips in tandem with him, taking his tongue deep. When he replaced his tongue with a finger—or was it two?—and sucked her swollen nub between his warm lips, she burst again.

Damn. Drew was right. This man was a pussy-ating champion. She floated downward, the slurping sounds of Michel’s mouth on her folds echoing in her ears. Again, he finger fucked her as he sucked her clit, massaging her G-spot and bringing her back to earth.

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.