Ace in the Hole

by Summer Wynter

  She tasted the spicy musk of Andre right through the droplets of water that clung to his skin. Rachel would never have believed each person had their own unique scent and taste but Andre did. It drove her completely wild. She should have been reserved. Scared even yet after the night at the opera Rachel didn’t fear coming together with Andre.

  Andre’s strong hand cupped Rachel’s chin and titled her face upright. “Rachel,” he whispered. His voice was choked with his desire for her. In one swift movement he picked her up, carrying her to the shore. He laid her gently on the sand and then his mouth was on her skin, suckling, tasting. He worked her top off, sliding it down around her waist.

  Rachel gasped as his warm mouth closed over her breast, teasing and sucking her nipple as she had done to him. In no time it was achingly hard, each lick of his Andre’s incredible tongue sending a thousand shivers of desire racing up and down Rachel’s whole body.

  “Andre,” she begged, tangling her fingers in his hair.

  “What Rachel?” Andre panted, pulling away.

  “I want you Andre. I want all of you.”

  Andre smiled a slow, lazy grin. “I want all of you first Rachel. But that is flattering. I want you writhing and screaming before I take you.”

  Rachel’s stomach flooded with butterflies. Andre was so damn sexy, his huge form looming over her. She couldn’t believe that of all the women in the world she had somehow been the one to end up here with him. God, had she really ever despised that contract? This was incredible and she knew there was so much more she had yet to experience.

  Andre moved lower. He slid his fingers under the sides of the bikini bottoms, pulling them down over Rachel’s thighs. She stared at him, her face flushing with embarrassment at being so exposed. She tried to close her legs but Andre stopped her.

  “No Rachel. I want to look at you. Do you have any idea who incredible you are?”

  “Uh…” Rachel couldn’t form one single coherent word. The just looked at Andre’s face, at the raw hunger in his eyes. She suddenly felt powerful, treasured, desired. It was the headiest feeling in the world.

  Andre bent his head and kissed her thighs gently. He parted her legs even further, running his fingers up and down her thigh. The breeze whipped over her skin, chilling her, creating an erotic sensation between cool and warm.

  Andre continued his onslaught, kissing his way closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. No man had ever looked at her or touched her the way Andre did now. Rachel trembled. When Andre’s mouth finally found her she thought she might die. She arched her back in the sand, the rough edges of the little rocks scraping her in a way that was more thrilling than it was painful.

  Andre’s tongue swirled around her clit, his mouth taking her in, lapping at her juices as she grew wet and slippery with excitement. Rachel closed her eyes, digging her hands into the sand. Was this heaven? She was sure the incredible sensations ripping through her body, making her feel as though she were floating, were as close to heaven as it was possible to come.

  Rachel felt the swift tingles of intense pleasure rushing from her feet all the way up her legs. She knew she was so close to shattering. Just as she was about to come, Andre pulled away, leaving her cold and bereft of his touch. It was incredibly frustrating, being so close to the brink and denied her prize.

  Andre bent his head, slipping his tongue in ad out of her folds, lapping at her. When his tongue plunged inside, Rachel cried out. She brought her sandy hands up to his hair and buried her fingers there. “Andre!” She cried hoarsely. “Oh god, Andre…” Rachel didn’t know whether to tell him to stop or tell him to continue. She didn’t know if she wanted release or more of the delectable torture he wrought on her body.

  “Do you know what you taste like Rachel?”

  “No.” Rachel looked into Andre’s eyes. He had raised his head and was staring intently at her. She wanted nothing more than for him to go back to what he was doing.

  “Shall I describe it to you or would you like to find out first hand?”

  “What?”

  Andre rose up, his body covering Rachel’s. He kissed her firmly on the lips, parting her mouth. She did taste the tang of herself there, on him. That knowledge alone was almost enough to make her come that very second.

  Rachel raised her hips, eager to find Andre’s body. She felt the hardness of him pressing into her belly through his damp swim shorts. The sun shone down on them and the wind was no longer so cold now that they were almost dry.

  Andre rolled off Rachel, carefully avoiding her hopeful body. She could have screamed with frustration. What kind of game was he playing at anyway? She was about to ask when her eyes settled on his thigh. She screamed, pointing frantically. “Oh my god Andre there’s a leech on you!”

  Glancing down, Andre laughed. He took hold of the squirming, squiggling black creature and gave a sharp tug. It came free, a drop of blood welling up where it had been latched on.

  “I thought you said there weren’t any leeches!” Rachel stood up and frantically looked her body over, forgetting all about the fact she was naked.

  “Oh I did say that. But how would I know? I suppose there were.”

  “Andre! I could have got one on me!”

  “And I guarantee you would have survived.” He laughed hard, his whole body shaking. Eventually Rachel relaxed enough to join in.

  “I’m not going back in there,” she swore.

  “You’re going to have to. You’re covered in sand.” Andre’s eyes settled appreciatively over her body.

  “I am not going back in there!” Rachel grabbed up her bottoms and stalked back up to the cabin. The grass was thick and lush and cushioned her bare feet. He walked up the three steps onto the deck, pulled open the small glass sliding door and stepped inside. She would show Andre. She would take a long, hot, luxurious bath. He could go get covered in leeches again if he wanted to but there was no way she was going near that lake again.

  Chapter 13

  Darkness closed in like a velvet blanket over the cabin. Rachel lay on her back staring up at the ceiling. She’d tossed and turned for the past two hours, unable to sleep. It drove her crazy hearing the gentle snores through the thin wall that separated her room from Andre’s.

  He had driven her wild, without release, on that beach. She thought about doing it for herself but she sensed that it would be a futile endeavour. Her body burned with pent up energy that could only be released with someone. With Andre.

  Rachel was shocked at how wonton she’d become in just a manner of days. It was true that Andre was an attractive man but there was something else about him. Something that just seemed right for her. Everything about him inflamed her senses and turned her body into a raging inferno. She had never felt like this around a single other person.

  As she lay staring at the ceiling, a wicked thought crossed Rachel’s mind. She could pay Andre back for all the ways he had teased her. She wondered how long he planned on going on like that. Teasing her without giving her any real satisfaction. He knew she craved his body and yet he withheld it. Well, two could play at that game.

  Throwing back the quilt, Rachel climbed from the bed. Her bare feet hit the wooden floor soundlessly. She was wearing only a thin nightgown as the night was almost as hot as the day had been. She padded out of her room and faced Andre’s closed bedroom door with a tiny amount of trepidation. Or was it just nerves? The ache in her body pushed her forward. Her hand turned the handle. She was relieved to find it wasn’t locked.

  Though the darkness Rachel could see Andre’s sleeping form. He’d thrown back the quilt and sheet and was lying on his back in only his boxers. Her pulse spiked just seeing him like that, the slight glow from the light on in the living room casting a shadow the wider she opened the door.

  Rachel crept forward. She sat down gently on the edge of the bed. Andre didn’t wake. He continued to breathe deeply, the sound almost a snore. Her body simmered with pent up desire. She couldn’t stop her hand from rea
ching out and finding the waistband of Andre’s boxers. Rachel was able to slide them down just enough to expose his member, which was already half way hard.

  She hadn’t closed the bedroom door and even in the small amount of light drifting in from the living room, Rachel could see that he was huge. Her eyes widened. What was she supposed to do with that? Good lord, could it get any bigger?

  Andre slept on, oblivious to Rachel’s actions. She knelt on the bed, crouching over his legs. They were parted just enough that she found space to position herself in between them.

  Gingerly Rachel leaned forward. She knew there was no going back from what she was about to do. If she started now she would have to finish. She was a little afraid and unsure of herself. She had never touched a man this way and though she had taken enough anatomy classes and read enough books to know beyond a doubt how this was supposed to work, she herself had never done it. She was mostly worried she would try and fail at it, making a fool of herself.

  The ache between Rachel’s legs turned into a pulsing. She realized she was incredibly turned on by even the thought of taking Andre into her mouth. She would just have to do it. Surely he would wake up and instruct her if she was doing it wrong.

  Rachel took Andre’s arousal in her hand. She marveled at how smooth the skin was, like silk or velvet. She hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widened as Andre’s cock grew hard in her hand. He still slept on and yet his body was responding to her touch.

  Leaning forward, Rachel positioned her mouth. She guided Andre’s cock towards her lips. Opening her mouth, Rachel licked at the tip gently. For some reason she had always found oral sex to be a distasteful thought yet the taste of Andre, a taste that was all his own, drove her wild with desire. Her body heated up with excitement, blood surging through her veins. She closed her mouth gently over the tip of his cock, running her tongue around and over, suckling gently.

  The salty tang of his arousal was warm on her tongue. Rachel grew wet at the juncture of her thighs, the anticipation of all she could do and would do rendering her body taught as a bow string.

  Andre’s body jerked and Rachel knew that he was awake. “Rachel… what the fuck…” Andre stammered. He tried to pull away but she reached out, putting her palm flat on his muscled abdomen, freezing him in place.

  She took him fully into her mouth, a little too quickly, half choking and gagging. She pulled back just a little and Andre groaned. His hands tangled in her hair, moving her head gently, back and forth, creating the rhythm that he wanted.

  Rachel had no idea what she was doing but if Andre’s groans and hisses of pleasure were any indication, she was doing something right. His hips moved gently in time with her mouth. She stroked him, running her tongue up and down his shaft, pausing to gently circle and suckle the sensitive tip.

  “Oh god Rachel,” Andre moaned. His hips were moving faster, fucking her mouth. She felt powerful, sensual, sexy in a way she never would have expected. Her body thrummed with excitement. “Rachel, stop! I’m going to come if you don’t stop!” There was something in Andre’s voice that Rachel had never heard before. A loss of control, something perilously close to snapping.

  She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She wanted this as much as he did. She took him deep in her throat, let him stroke her mouth in long, deep thrusts. His hips pulsed, his body shuddered. His cock slammed hard into her mouth. Rachel swallowed the hot jets, milking him with her mouth until the shudders subsided and he pulled away gently.

  “Fuck… uh… Rachel… I’m sorry…” Andre mumbled. “I didn’t mean for that to happen… I just… god… I couldn’t stop it…”

  She shook her head. “You did warn me. I wanted it Andre. I wanted all of you. I want to know what it’s like… all of it.

  Andre groaned and lay back against the thin pillow. The twin size bed was hardly large enough for his frame and Rachel wasn’t sure what she should do. She stood, ready to leave. “I thought I would just tease you a little bit,” she said. “But then I didn’t want to just tease you. I wanted you to come. I wanted to bring you there…”

  Closing his eyes Andre let out a hiss under his breath. “Do you have any idea how sexy that is hearing you say something like that? You could kill me Rachel… really you could.”

  “Well it’s good to know. You’ve been torturing me on purpose. I know it.”

  “I haven’t,” Andre said, though she knew he was lying. “I just wanted to pleasure you. I want to be sure you’re ready before I do anything else.”

  “I’m ready Andre,” Rachel whispered. “I want you. I want you so badly I can’t sleep. My whole body hurts.”

  “Soon Rachel. I promise. I’ll make it something that you’ll never forget. I just want you to want it first… to beyond want it. To crave it.”

  “You want me to beg for it.”

  “Yes. But not just with words. With your entire body.”

  “I feel like I already have Andre. I feel like I am right now. I thought about touching myself but I knew that wouldn’t even half fix the problem.”

  Even in the dark Rachel saw the sparks in Andre’s eyes. “Oh god Rachel… yes… I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see how you pleasure yourself.”

  “No!” Rachel turned, ready to flee to her room. “I can’t do that with you watching!”

  “Why not? I think it would be really fucking hot.”

  “Because… it’s… not right.”

  Andre laughed. “You have no idea just how right it is. In fact, I want you to do this. I command that you do it.”

  “It’s too bad that I can’t make demands of you,” Rachel pouted.

  “Oh you could…” Andre’s eyes flashed. “What would you have me do Rachel?”

  “You already know what I want. And you won’t give it to me.”

  “I have something else that I’ll do for you Rachel. I changed my mind about what I want you to do. I want you to sit on my face. And then I want you to touch yourself. Yes… I think that should suit us both quite nicely.”

  “Sit on your face?” Rachel asked in shock. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean… get on my face and spread your legs so I can taste you.”

  “Oh…” Rachel didn’t want to do it. It might be dark but it was still such an embarrassingly intimate positon.

  “Come on Rachel. I promise you will love it.” Seeing that Andre was as eager as Rachel felt deep down made her bold. She got back onto the bed, hiking up her nightgown. Andre’s eyes widened when he saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

  He took her by the hips, his strong hands guiding her up to his face. Rachel placed her hands against the rough log wall for support. She sunk down onto Andre. His face rose up to meet her, his mouth covering her. The waves of pleasure that washed over Rachel were immediate and intense. She was swept under. Every flick of Andre’s tongue, the way he kissed her, caressed her, lapped at her and suckled her was so incredible. Her head swam and she felt dizzy with the heady rush of sensation that raged through her.

  Andre’s tongue darted into her, penetrating her, licking into her again and again. He fucked her with his mouth as she had done to him. And it was glorious. Rachel couldn’t help it when she started to move against him, her body instinctively riding his face, responding to his motions.

  Rachel imagined Andre’s mouth was really his cock, the thick member parting her and filling her. The thought sent her spiralling towards the edge and then abruptly Andre took hold of her waist and moved her away, to the side. He shifted, rolling away, pulling Rachel down, onto her back.

  “I want to see you touch yourself Rachel.”

  “That’s… uh… I just… I don’t know.”

  “Why not? It’s so fucking hot. Look. Look at what you’ve done to me already.” Andre’s eyes swept downward, indicating his arousal which was straining at his boxers.

  “If I touch myself for you will you… will you finally give me what I want?”

  “And what is that Rachel? I wan
t you to tell me in detail what you want. And then I might consider it.”

  Rachel flushed. She was unused to speaking anything so dirty out loud. “I want you to penetrate me,” She whispered.

  “That sounds awful nursey. Like some medical term,” Andre laughed. “Now tell me what you really want Rachel.”

  “I…” Rachel swallowed. “I want you to… fuck me…”

  Chapter 14

  “How would you like me to fuck you Rachel?” Andre asked. God, could she tell that he was barely hanging onto any self-control? The little vixen had come into his room and started to suck his cock when he was sleeping! He never would have expected it from her and it drove him absolutely wild.

  “I want you to show me Andre… I don’t know… that’s the thing. I don’t know what I want. I want you to teach me what it is that I like.”

  Andre considered her request, so innocent and honest. His cock pounded painfully. This wasn’t how he had planned for it to happen but he wanted her. He wanted her so damn badly it hurt him. It was all he could think about. His need for Rachel consumed Andre, shocking him. She was dangerous. He felt something with her he hadn’t felt with a woman in a very, very long time.

  “If you touch yourself and show me how you like to be pleasured, I might consider showing you a thing or two.”

  “That’s not fair Andre,” Rachel said. He liked the pouty look that came over her face. “I want you to promise me that you will.”

  Could he promise that? God he might come just watching her touch herself. Not that he couldn’t get hard again in a matter of minutes. He had no doubt that just even looking at Rachel’s lush body would have him aching and ready in no time.

  “Yes. I promise then.”

  “Really?” Rachel looked skeptical.

  “Yes. Really. But I’m not going to be gentle Rachel. I want you too badly.”

  She swallowed and a flicker of fear raced across her face. “I know. Now… watch me.”

  Andre sat on the edge of the bed to give her room. She lay on her back, her dark hair fanned around face on the pillow like a halo. Her nightgown rode up around her waist as she moved her legs apart. Her feet were firm on the mattress. Her thighs fell open as she brought her hand down. She gently swirled her fingers in her own wetness, bringing them up to her clit. She slowly massaged herself, circling gently with her index finger.