CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ace
Violet and I have been doing this delicate dance for a while. Since the first moment we met, for sure, but as we’ve gotten closer, it’s been harder for me to ignore the way she makes me feel. The way I want to make her feel. Tonight, I don’t have to and the fact is, I don’t want to.
“Come with me.” I grab her hand, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom. I’m sick of being on couches with her, cramped and pressed for time. Tonight we’re taking this to my king-size bed. I want to lay her out, have room to work, and be able to show her what I can do.
Pushing her back against the mattress, I trail my hands up under her skirt, feeling for the barrier that’s been holding her back from me all night. Once I find the lace of her panties, I tug them down her thighs, tossing them behind me.
“Ace,” she moans when I come up on my knees, shoving her thighs apart. For a moment, I stare at her, wondering how I got to be so lucky, how this woman chose me out of anyone else she could have chosen. When she uses the name that my friends call me, it does things to me. The way her husky voice says it like a prayer.
Using my hands, I spread her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders and dive in, taking her pleasure with me. Using my thumbs, I make room for my tongue, licking at her clit, moving faster when she pushes against my face.
“Don’t stop.” She grabs hold of my hair, pulling me deeper into her body. “Please don’t stop.”
Like I would stop? Her taste is an aphrodisiac for me. Opening my mouth wide against her pussy, I give it my all. Using my index and middle fingers, I pump into her warmth, not letting up as she squirms beneath me. With one hand I hold her down, keep her steady so that I can get her off, so I can make her feel good.
“I’m there,” she pants. “Oh my God, I’m there!” I feel her come against the flat of my tongue. Her thighs tighten against my face, and I keep up as she moves against me. As she all at once presses closer and tries to pull away.
I’m hard as fuck underneath the pants I wear. When I glance up at her from where I’m still laying between her thighs, our eyes meet, and the arousal I see in her depths is enough to make my cock jerk in response.
“I want you.” She grabs me up by my shirt, pulling me on top of her. “You made me feel good, now let me return the favor.”
I don’t know what she means, but as she lifts the dress off her body, and pulls the cups of her lace bra down, I realize I can totally get with whatever the fuck this is going to entail.
“Take off your pants, Anthony. Everything down below the waist.” With fucking pleasure.
I take off my shirt too, just in case. And then I wait. Wait for her to make a move, wait for her to continue this game. It’s hard, but I be what I’ve been since the moment we’ve met. Patient.
When she presses me back against the headboard and then drops to her elbows in front of me, I don’t think a lot of it, until she closes her mouth around my length. “Holy fuck.” I lean my head against the wood, closing my eyes against the visual.
I don’t expect the deep swallow, the swirl of her tongue, or her grabbing my balls. All of that is a surprise, but what’s even more surprising is when she gets me nice and wet and then uses her hand to jack me. Getting back on her knees, she gets closer, and when she leans over, I nearly lose my fucking mind because I know what she’s going to do.
Good little Violet, cups her tits and encloses them around my cock.
Mind and load completely blown in one fell swoop. As I pant and think of the easiest way to clean up this mess, I realize that I don’t even care. All I care about is the woman who just rocked my world.
With someone else I might be embarrassed, I might be trying to make an excuse for her to get out here. Not with Violet. I want to know everything about her, I want to talk quietly for hours, and more than anything I want her to know how much she means to me.
* * *
“Why don’t you have tattoos?” Her voice is quiet in the darkness of the room.
I grin, but I know she can’t see it. Instead, I continue trailing my finger along the upper portion of her naked arm, causing her to snuggle in closer to me. My heart pounds against my chest wall as I feel the breath flutter against my skin. I hoped for this, but never dreamed it would come true. No matter how much I look like I believe in myself – most times I really don’t.
“I’m scared of needles.”
Her laugh gusts against my skin, causing shivers to ripple the flesh. “You laugh, but I’m serious.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Every other guy in the MTF is basically covered in tattoos.”
I roll my eyes. “I wouldn’t call it covered in tattoos, but they have plenty for all of us.”
“You’re really scared of needles?” She sounds as if she doesn’t believe me.
“Ask Menace, he had to hold my hand when the department got our flu shots.” I shudder just thinking about it. “I’ve never been a huge fan of them.”
“But you like to jump out of planes and stuff.” She props her head up on her hand, gazing down at me. She’s in a small sliver of light shining through the curtains.
“I get my thrills many other ways than having a tattoo done.”
With the added light, I lift my arm, allowing my finger to trace the pattern the curtain makes on her skin. The way she’s shifted, the blanket has exposed a small portion of her chest, allowing me to follow the sliver of light with the tips of my fingers. I hold her gaze as I open my palm to cup her breast in the darkness, flattening my hand against it as I rub back and forth, worrying the nub. The way her bottom lip pulls between her teeth is the sexiest thing I’ve discovered about her yet. She tilts her head back on her shoulders, thrusting her chest into my touch.
It was this way earlier when Violet finally surrendered to the electricity that’s been building between us for months. When she gave herself over to it, she gave herself over to me. I toy with her, feeling my own body respond to her, but ignoring the need because I want her to feel all of the things she’s never felt before.
“Feel good?” My voice is deep with arousal, I want her to hear it, want her to know what she does to me.
With other women I’ve been selfish, with her I want to be selfless. I want to show her the good things in life, prove to her that not everyone is a bastard. I want for this woman to experience nothing but pleasure. And more than anything, I want to be the man to bring her to the brink of a pleasure so great it almost hurts.
“Mmm hmmm,” she moans when I situate myself against the head board, and reach down to grab her around the thighs. Once I’ve got a good grip, I spread them, bringing her to straddle my lap.
“Anthony.” My name is a moan from her lips.
“Shhh, just let me play. Now, baby, now I’m going to fuck you. Are you protected?” I ask in a voice I don’t even recognize as my own. “Do you trust me?”
She nods, gasping out on a breathless moan. “Yes, and yes.”
With other women I’m not like this, I don’t like to direct what their reactions are going to be. Typically I’m more worried about getting off, but with her, I want her pleasure first, last, and always.
Violet
My nipples go incredibly hard when I hear the ragged tone of his voice as he tells me he’s going to fuck me. Every time Anthony has touched me, my body has responded in a way it never has before.
“I’m ready.” I grasp his shoulders with my hands.
His hand curves around the globes of my ass, cupping it with his palm, as he scoots me up onto my knees. I look down to where he grips the base of his cock, and guides my body over his, and then down onto the length. Throwing my head back, I gasp loudly, because it just feels that damn good. Once I’m seated, his other hand grips the other ass cheek, and he pulls me forward, pushes me back, pulls me forward and pushes me back, setting the pace he wants me to use to ride him.
“Anthony,” I whisper his name on a breath that gusts out between my open lips. “You feel.” I inhale deeply, whining as he thrusts and withdraws, using my body to set the pace. “Amazing.”
“So do you, Vi, so do you.” He moves his hand to the front, pushing his palm down my stomach, using his thumb to rub at my clit. I’d thought I was done earlier, but now it throbs as he tilts his hips into mine, those abs of his rippling as he thrusts up into me.
Letting go of his shoulders, I lean back, putting my hands on his thighs, giving him free reign of my body below the waist. My eyes roll back and my head tilts as he strums my clit. My body moves of its own accord, going after the pleasure it wants, knowing that this is the man who can give it to me. Noises come from deep within my throat, noises I’ve never heard before, I didn’t even know I could make them, as he plays my body.
“C’mon Vi,” he growls as he lifts those thighs, letting me rest in the cradle of his knees. “Let go for me, come all over my cock, let me be the man to bring you this pleasure.”
And with those final words, I do, he is. In the midst of it all I know he comes too, and I can’t help but feel proud of myself. Trying to control my breathing, I fall down on his chest, purring contently when he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
Neither one of us says a word to the other as we both drift off, and I know without a doubt there’s not a safer place for me than in his arms.