Haunted Seductions

by Sahara Kelly

  He knew where this was leading, what he was going to do. And he couldn’t wait.

  Grasping her ass he pulled her to his mouth.

  “Louis…” Fingers scrabbled at his hair as he sucked her, learning each and every place that ratcheted up her breathing, probing her darkness, tasting her honey, licking her until she clenched her hands and almost tore at his scalp.

  Her hips were thrusting into his face as he devoured her, drowning in the passion and desire of her pussy. She was a feast for his lips and his soul and he ate. Not his fill—he could never eat his fill of this woman. His woman.

  But he let his senses absorb her responses, gauging from her sounds and her breaths how far along the road she had traveled. He wanted to take her all the way, but selfishly he knew he wanted to be there with her at the end.

  Sweet, spicy, her flavor flooded his mouth as he teased her higher, loving the tears her cunt wept for him and the heat which boiled around his face. She shook and he knew she was close.

  He eased back with a last long lick and lifted his gaze to her face. Desire was written in her parted lips, in the tongue that flicked over them and the flush that darkened her cheeks.

  She bent her head and looked at him. “Shit, Louis…I need you. Don’t stop now.”

  “I don’t intend to.” Louis released her and reached for his jeans and a condom. This wasn’t going to end the way it had last night, with only one of them coming. This time, it was for them both.

  She wriggled out of her bra as he sheathed himself and he could hear her breathing, ragged and harsh, as she watched him roll the thin latex over his cock. Just knowing she was watching did incredible things to him, making his hands shake and his brow sweat like crazy.

  “Ready?” He spread his arms, inviting her to come to him.

  “Oh yeah.” Raspy, her voice cracked as she straddled him and put her knees either side of his hips on the bed.

  “Do it, Cory. Do what feels good to you.”

  Gently she grasped his cock and put it right where he wanted it—at the opening of her cunt. Swollen and wet folds caressed him, an arousal all their own as she made sure she was comfortable. Her nipples grazed his body, her scent made his throat choke with lust and he was so in the moment with this woman that a tornado could have knocked the house down and he wouldn’t have known it.

  “You feel good to me.” Cory lowered her body onto Louis, taking him deep, deeper inside her silky slick fire.

  “Likewise, babe.” He breathed her in, a symphony of sensual impressions—soft skin, boiling pussy, dark eyes and even darker hair. Her muscles flexed and eased as she rose and then lowered herself again, finding a rhythm that worked for her and drove him damn near insane.

  His hands clasped her close to his chest and he found a nipple with his mouth, tugging on it as she moved, letting his hips thrust as much as they could in tandem with her ride.

  The sunlight streamed in on them, isolating them in their own world of passion, warming Louis’s back and shining on Cory’s face. Her eyes were closed now as her body began to tremble once more and Louis knew from the tingling in his crotch that he was too damn close to stop now.

  “Oh God…” Cory crashed down into him, grinding her clit against his body, forcing his cock as far inside her as it could possibly go.

  And then she came, mammoth clamping spasms locking onto his cock, squeezing and releasing him with a savage stroke that sent him over the edge too.

  Locked together they groaned and shuddered, throats making sounds that neither heard. His body quivering, Louis surrendered to the orgasm, a massive release of so much more than his come.

  She’d taken him further than he could have ever imagined going with a woman. This was so much more than just fucking. The thought flashed through his head as she sagged against him with a groan.

  “Holy shit, Louis…”

  He couldn’t have said it better himself. They tumbled back onto the bed, panting and sweaty. And he couldn’t have been happier, either. He’d come, his woman was a useless sated lump of boneless exhaustion—all was right with the world.

  Gently he eased them apart. “Don’t move. Stay right there.” He got up to dispose of the condom.

  She snuffled. “Can’t go anywhere. I’m dead.”

  He grinned as he returned from the bathroom. “You’re a hell of a gorgeous ghost, then.”

  She stretched languorously, a cat begging to be stroked. “If this is heaven, bring it on. God, I feel good.” She turned and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” He smiled back. “Believe me.” His gaze wandered over her body, admiring the mounds of her breasts topped with nipples that were now soft and rosy from his mouth.

  Her arms lay limply above her head and she idly twined her fingers in the wooden molding behind the bed. “Mmm. Must be this house. I swear I’ve never had sex that good.”

  “Uhh, I’d like to think I had something to do with it.” Louis was mildly affronted. The house hadn’t fucked her into this state, he had.

  She opened her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  “Yeah, but…”

  Before he could continue his request for more and greater details on what an incredible lover he was, Cory’s fingers twitched and there was a small snapping sound.

  He looked up quickly, afraid the molding was going to drop on her.

  It didn’t, but something else did.

  Her grasp had touched a piece of carving that released a little flower—it popped upwards and suddenly something small dropped onto the pillow beside her.

  Cory jumped. “Oh crap…is it a bug?”

  “I don’t think so.” Louis stared at it as it lay on the pillow. “No, it’s not a bug.”

  Cory looked too. “Holy fucking shit…it’s Claudine’s necklace.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The sound of hammering echoed through the house.

  Whap, whap, whap.

  Peeling his eyelids open, Louis mumbled something about his mother and pulled the pillow over his head. Each time the thud of the pounding hammer collided with his eardrums, he jerked in reflex to the sound.

  Motherfucker, now I have to get up. It had been such a lovely nap too.

  The other side of the bed was empty, the indention of Cory’s body still in the mattress. Louis rolled over and breathed in her scent from the pillow. Her hair always smelled good. With a little grin he moved his face lower in the bed and sniffed where her lower torso had rested after their early morning sex. Mmm, smells like something marinated in pussy juice.

  Pussy was his favorite smell in the world.

  Also the fresh scent of a new sports car…hot dogs at a baseball game…and the fragrance that spilled from a freshly poured glass of imported beer when eating a burrito. But pussy was his favorite by far. Especially Cory’s pussy.

  The banging shook Louis from his fantasy about Cory and the heaven between her thighs. Following his interrupted morning ritual he sat up, scratched his balls, walked to the bathroom and farted loudly as he peed. A scream rattled his brains as soon as he flushed the toilet and he became aware of the sound of running water.

  Cory was in the shower and he’d just made her hot. Not the good kind of hot, the I’m gonna kill you kind of hot. “Woops, sorry, I…umm…” Louis rushed out the door.

  He kicked at his clothes beside the bed then pulled them on—after giving them the smell test. His pants passed but his sticky T-shirt almost made him puke. Thank God he’d done some of the laundry. As he walked down the hall he heard Cory yell to him from the bathroom. “Louis? Don’t forget to find me a magnifying glass.”

  Louis followed the hammering sound and hummed as he walked down the stairs to see Maurice working on the porch.

  “Man, what a beautiful morning!” He spoke to deaf ears. Maurice was totally focused on his craft.

  “Hey, I thought you were coming back later yesterday afternoon, Maurice?” Louis grabbed a bottle of water from the ice chest outside the
door.

  “I got tied up with something. Couldn’t get out of it.”

  Louis shrugged. “Tied up? Is everything okay? You could have called, maybe I could have helped.”

  “No, I got tied up. Like with ropes, handcuffs. Tied up…get it?” Maurice shook his head at Louis.

  Deciding to let that comment pass, Louis finished the water as they talked for a few more minutes. Today was going to be a hot one and Maurice was already beginning to sweat. He hissed in a breath between his teeth contorting his body and stretching. “Fuck this is starting to burn.”

  Peeling off his T-shirt and tossing it aside on the porch, Louis Maurice saw his large frame already glistening with sweat as he turned back to start cutting the moldings.

  “Shit, what happened to your back?” Louis looked at his skin and the multiple red marks across the bottom of Maurice’s wide back.

  “Honey got a little carried away with a tree switch last night. Damn Louis, I think I’m falling in love. She is the first woman I’ve met who’s crazier in bed than me. She wants to fuck all the time and gets this little evil streak and wants to take control—” Maurice adjusted himself. “I’d show you what she did last night but it’s embarrassing and fucking itches like mad. Word of advice—don’t shave your balls.”

  “I’ll take your word for it. Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a magnifying glass on you, would you?” Louis remembered what he was supposed to be doing.

  “What’s wrong? Your woman couldn’t find your dick last night?”

  “Ha ha. Very funny. She couldn’t find it because it was stuck in her pussy.” Louis puffed his chest with typical male bravado.

  “Maybe she couldn’t feel it inside so she was looking for the toothpick poking her instead.” Maurice grinned and continued to work.

  Louis looked around for the nearest piece of wood to crack over Maurice’s head.

  “You’ll find one in the side drawer of my toolbox. I use it for detailing when I etch moldings.” He paused as Louis found the magnifying glass. “Just remember to bring it back. My grandfather gave me that one.”

  “Well, well, lookie what we have here. Two hunks all ready to make me a Honey sandwich. Don’t worry boys, I have all the juice you need to keep us slippery and happy.” Honey appeared on the other side of the porch.

  “Hello Honey. What brings you here so early?” Louis asked.

  “Maurice left in such a hurry this morning, I was worried about him. I brought some salve for the little welts on his back. He was a bad boy last night. He got a little whuppin’ for it.” Honey grinned and winked at Maurice.

  “Remind me to never be a bad boy around you,” Louis joked.

  “Sometimes being bad…is gooood.” Honey’s voice was seductive. She stepped toward Maurice and lightly stroked her fingertips along the marks on his back and side above his hips.

  Maurice grimaced but didn’t make a sound.

  “Tonight I’ll rub something special on these marks so you don’t get scars. I found your boxers on the floor by the bed, by the way. You shouldn’t walk around commando in tight jeans. Might make you itch more where we shaved last night.” Her fingers followed the waistband of his jeans and tugged playfully at the button in front. “Come by at lunch and we can…”

  She leaned in and whispered something in Maurice’s ear. Louis couldn’t hear what she was saying but seeing Maurice swallow hard and tighten the muscles in his neck gave him a pretty good idea.

  After a soft pat on the front of Maurice’s jeans, Honey turned and spoke to Louis. “Where’s Cory? I wanted to ask her about reading my palm maybe, or telling my fortune.” She smiled smugly. “Of course, I know there’s a real man in my future.”

  Louis was spared having to answer as Cory herself came out of the house with her hand folded tight around something.

  “Hey guys. Louis, you find a magnifying glass?”

  “Yeah. Maurice had one. Why?”

  “Come on, I’ll show you.” She turned and went back in the house followed by Louis, Maurice and Honey.

  “We don’t need a magnifying glass, do we big boy?” Honey’s giggle made Louis roll his eyes. He didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Maurice or not.

  The sound of Maurice’s hand smacking firmly against Honey’s ass reassured him. Maurice had things under control.

  Mostly.

  *~~*~~*

  A bubble of excitement welled up inside Cory as she pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table, carefully placing her little surprise on a white paper napkin.

  “What’s that?” Maurice leaned over.

  “It belonged to Claudine Lavalieres, the owner of Love Alley a couple of hundred years ago.”

  “Wow. The hooker?” Honey stared at the tiny silver oval.

  Cory frowned. “She was a businesswoman and my ancestor. Watch your mouth.”

  “Sorry.” Honey wrinkled her nose. “That’s real old, huh?” She leaned over the table.

  “Yeah. Louis and I found her portrait in a hidden storage room. She was painted wearing this.”

  “So how’d you find it?” Maurice sounded interested.

  “Er…” Cory glanced at Louis who gazed innocently back at her. “A little piece of molding got—moved. It popped open, and bingo.”

  Maurice’s gaze traveled thoughtfully over the two of them but he said nothing. For which Cory was deeply grateful. Explaining that she was in a state of post-orgasmic bliss when she’d held on to the wood and accidentally slipped the catch would have been embarrassing to the max.

  “Anyway…” She quickly diverted everybody’s attention back to the necklace. “This is Claudine’s. And it’s got something engraved on it that I can’t make out. Couldn’t see it on the painting either.”

  “Oooh.” Honey wriggled her ass on the chair. “Maybe it’s a clue to like treasure or something.” She glanced at Maurice. “Cool, huh?”

  Cory smiled. Apparently the woman had forgotten her Louisiana drawl in the excitement, something that Cory rather liked since it turned Honey from a Southern siren into just an ordinary woman engrossed in an adventure.

  A feeling she could share wholeheartedly.

  Then she forgot all about Honey as Louis sat down next to her and handed her a magnifying glass. “Here you go.”

  Everybody fell silent as Cory studied the intricate carving on the little oval. “Got a piece of paper?” She stared at the markings as Louis passed her a pencil and a notepad. “I still can’t figure out what the hell this is…”

  She carefully reproduced the engraving, slowly drawing the odd curved shape onto the paper and finally leaning back. “That’s it.” She sighed. “I dunno. Anybody got any clues?”

  She pushed it in front of them and watched them all stare at it.

  “Looks like one of those omega symbols.” Louis tugged at his lower lip. “Think there was a fraternity for whores?”

  “No.” Cory rammed her elbow into his ribs making him grunt. “And even if there was, it would be a sorority, wouldn’t it?”

  “Damn.” He grinned at her teasingly.

  She couldn’t help it. She grinned back. “Idiot.”

  “Wait a minute here.” Maurice grabbed the pencil and did a little doodling of his own. “I’ve seen something like this before.”

  Cory blinked. “You have? Where?”

  He was silent, hunched over the paper, turning it this way and that, until he sat back and looked up. “It’s an orchid.”

  “What?” Cory’s jaw dropped. “A flower?”

  “Yeah.” Maurice drew something else and turned it toward the rest of them. “It’s Polyrrhiza Lindenii. Called either the Ghost orchid or the Frog orchid depending on the source. Doesn’t grow ‘round here anymore though. Only in Southern Florida.”

  Cory was staring at him with the same degree of fascination that Honey and Louis were showing. Total and absolute shock.

  “You know about flowers?” Honey cleared her throat and tried again. “Uh…Maurice? Flo
wers?”

  Louis snickered. “Funny. I didn’t have you pegged for a guy who’d be into flowers.” He paused. “You gay?”

  Honey choked. “Uh…you’re kidding, right?”

  Cory stuck her tongue out at Louis. “Quit being such a guy. Just because somebody knows stuff about flowers doesn’t make ‘em anything but…er…interested in flowers, okay?”

  Maurice, surprisingly, blushed. “It was a hobby of my mom’s. I picked up a few things.”

  “No kidding.” Louis stared at the picture Maurice had drawn, as did Cory. A small flower sat dead center of the page, with two long petals draping down from the underside of the flower.

  “You know…” Maurice paused, as if in thought. “I reckon I saw one of these once.”

  “They’re endangered though, aren’t they? I’ve heard of the Ghost orchid.” Cory offered her two cents. “And we saw—er—read that they were Claudine’s favorite flower way back when.”

  Louis’s hand crept to her shoulder and squeezed. He was remembering, just as she was, the flowers that Claudine had had in her room.

  “There was a place where I saw them and it wasn’t far from here, now I come to think of it. Years ago. They grow up in the trees, not on the ground, and when the wind blows…well, they dance around. Guess that’s where they got their name.”

  Cory’s skin chilled. “Maurice, could you find that place again?”

  “Why? Is it important?”

  Cory breathed in. “I don’t know. No. Yes…maybe. I need to see it.”

  All eyes turned to Maurice. Who shrugged. “Well, hell. Let’s go find out.”

  *~~*~~*

  It took an hour of wandering through the bayous around Love Alley before Maurice finally stopped the little safari and scratched his head. “I’m thinking it was around here someplace.”

  Louis looked at the dense growth of God-knew-what that seemed pretty damned impenetrable to a city boy like himself. “I should’ve brought my machete.”

  “Stuff grows quickly hereabouts.” Maurice wandered up and down a small path. “If it was left alone it’d all come back.”

  “You’re an environmentalist at heart, aren’t you?” Cory smiled at him.