CHAPTER NINE | SIENNA
Getting drunk with the outlaw biker that I was supposed to be taking down was crazy. Marrying him probably made me certifiably insane.
But kissing him?
Well, that was in a realm of its own.
I wasn’t ready for that kiss at the wedding chapel, and I really wasn’t ready for all the feelings that came with it. Nothing made sense anymore; I was too drunk on whiskey and too high on adrenaline.
The only thing I knew for sure was that I liked it… and I didn’t want to stop.
So we didn’t stop. We kissed at the altar, then we kissed in the backseat of a yellow taxi. We kissed in the hotel lobby, then we kissed in the elevator as it dragged us up, up, up…
The metal elevator doors slid open and we stumbled out into a long red hallway lined with doors. One of those doors belonged to us, but I had no idea which one. I barely remembered stopping by the front desk in the hotel’s lobby; I had been too preoccupied with the way that Ace’s lips felt on mine.
Ace fumbled drunkenly with the plastic key cards.
“Room 1605,” he reported. Then he grabbed my hand and guided me down the long stretch of hallway.
That was when I caught my breath and the walls stopped spinning around me. As we stumbled down the hallway, the whiskey clouds in my brain started to clear. With every step, things became more clear; more real.
By the time we reached 1605, I started to feel sober again. And that scared the shit out of me, because I knew that once I was sober, I’d have to come to terms with everything that had happened. The wedding, the kissing… the feelings.
I wasn’t ready for that, but I couldn’t stop it. Reality was already sinking in.
Ace reached forward to swipe the key card over the electronic lock, but I stumbled in front of him. I pressed my back against the door and stretched out my arms, blocking the entrance to 1605.
He immediately lowered the card, but he didn’t step back. He stayed where he was, towering over me, eyes shooting beams of ice down at me. I could feel his breath; hot and sticky… just like his lips.
“Is this a mistake?” I asked. My mind felt sober, but my voice still sounded drunk.
“It’s a little late to be asking that, Blondie,” Ace grinned. He plucked my hand away from the doorframe effortlessly, then held it up so I could see the silver band on my ring finger.
“I don’t mean that,” I said. “I mean this.”
“What is ‘this?’”
“You know what I mean...” I said, nodding my head meaningfully at the hotel room door behind me. My breathing was ragged, strained by the electric tension that was rippling between our bodies.
“You mean this?” Without warning, his lips crashed into mine, and he kissed me fast and hard. My back slammed against the door as his body pressed into me, squashing the breath out of my lungs.
It had only been a few minutes since our last kiss, but it already felt brand new again. I was disappointed when he pulled away.
“Or…” He ran one hand over my neck, pressing up until he was cradling my chin in his palm. His other hand mimicked the motion on my thigh, pressing up under the hem of my rented white wedding dress until his palm reached my sweltering hot mound. “...do you mean this?”
My slit was already sizzling; his touch was like throwing gasoline on a fire. My hips bucked into him involuntarily, and everything started spinning again.
This was exactly what I meant… but I couldn’t speak, so instead I nodded breathlessly.
“I think you already know damn well that this is a mistake,” Ace grunted, his lips digging into my ear.
“Why?”
“You know why. A girl like you has no business getting tangled up with a guy like me.”
“A guy like you?” I repeated with a faint chuckle. “What kind of guy are you, Ace Boone?”
“You should stop asking questions that you already know the answer to,” he growled.
“Okay,” I swallowed, wrapping my hands around his shoulders. “So… what are we doing here? What will happen if we open this door and go inside?”
“There you go again,” he scolded me. “You already know exactly what’ll happen if we open this door.”
I do? My heart stabbed savagely against my ribs.
“What?”
“Use your imagination.” His fingers dug deeper, piercing through the soaked fabric of my panties. I opened my lips, but all that slipped out was a moan. That just made him dig his fingers even deeper.
“Are you sure I should do that?” I slurred, rolling my eyes back up to him. “What if I have a dirty imagination?”
I didn’t know where the words were coming from. I never talked like that. But Ace didn’t seem to mind. His eyes flashed with curiosity, and his smile stretched wider.
“You can think all the dirty thoughts you want, Blondie. There’s no way your imagination is filthier than mine.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
“It should,” he said. His fingers dug even further up, plowing straight into my slit. I gasped, feeling shock and pleasure all at once. With just a couple of fingers, he had taken control of my entire body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Say the word, and I will.”
I shook my head no. There wasn’t a single part of me that wanted him to stop what he was doing.
“Speak up,” he hissed. “I can’t hear you.”
“No,” I murmured breathlessly. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then what do you want, Sienna?”
My eyes fluttered up to his and I cocked my head. Then, in a cool whisper, I repeated the same words he had told me seconds earlier:
“You should stop asking questions that you already know the answer to.”
In a flash he hoisted me up, and suddenly my feet weren’t on the floor anymore. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he drove his hips between my thighs. I could feel him underneath the soft wool of his rented tux; rigid and hard, piercing into me like a steel rod.
The electronic lock chirped as he swiped the key card over it, and the door swung open behind me. He held me in place, keeping my back pinned against the door as it swung into the dark hotel room and struck the wall.
I reached my hand between us, finding the rock-hard bulge protruding from the front of his suit pants. A sharp breath sizzled through his lips as I wrapped my palm around him and squeezed.
He gripped me against his chest and carried me into the room. I heard the door slam shut behind us, but it sounded like it was a million miles away.
He carried me to the bed, then he tossed me down. The mattress swallowed up my body.
Ace stood at the foot of the bed, towering over me as he ripped off his jacket. The white dress shirt that he wore underneath strained as his muscles stretched through the fabric. Then he ripped that off, too.
Without the white dress shirt, he looked a lot more like the biker I remembered from the shop, all tattoos and muscles. A jolt of danger ripped through my body, mixing with the heat that brewed inside my panties.
Gazing up at him got me drunk all over again.
My inhibitions melted away, replaced with desire and need. The pangs of heat rolling over my pussy were too much to bear, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I wriggled my hips around on the bed, dragging up the hem of my lace dress until it was bunched up around my waist.
“Roll over,” Ace instructed, guiding my bare hips with his hands.
I let him roll me around onto my stomach and I felt his hands roam over the row of buttons that spanned the length of my spine. I had counted at least twenty, when the chirpy assistant at the wedding chapel had buttoned me into the dress earlier that night.
Neither of us had the time or the patience for all those damn buttons now…
“Fuck the dress, just rip it off!” I moaned.
Ace immediately obliged, and I heard the sound of fabric being torn apart. The lace ripped as easily as tissue, falling apart and slipping right off of my back.
So much for getting the deposit back when we return our outfits tomorrow.
From behind, his hands grasped my hips again. Instead of rolling me over, he pulled me up, guiding me onto my hands and knees with my ass in the air. Then I felt Ace kneel on the bed and bend over me, his chest pressed against my back.
He sucked a rugged breath through his teeth, then his lips pressed onto the back of my neck and he sucked at my skin hungrily. I whimpered softly, then I rolled my hips backwards so that my ass ground against the crotch of his dress pants.
“Careful, Blondie,” he growled into my ear. “You don’t know who you’re playing with.”
“I already told you I’m not afraid of you.”
“That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
I heard the loud CLAP of his open palm slapping against my ass, followed by a hot sting that sizzled all the way down to my clit.
I dug my teeth into my bottom lip as the pain mixed with pleasure, and my fingers clenched down on the bed sheets underneath me.
“Show me,” I dared him. “Show me what you’re capable of.”
His palm slapped against my ass again, striking even harder. I felt my knees wobble on the bed and a moan ripped from my throat as my back arched.
His other hand slid up my spine, then around my neck. His fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly.
I was totally vulnerable; he could do anything he wanted to me. He could choke me, fuck me, leave me for dead… he was in complete control.
I had never been more turned on in all my life.
Even through the drunken haze that clouded my head, a part of me knew that I should be scared of Ace Boone. But I wasn’t scared. I just wanted more.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned.
He released his grip on my neck and both hands shot down to my hips. With one violent swipe, he had ripped my panties down to my knees.
“Spread ‘em,” he instructed.
I spread my thighs apart as wide as the panties wrapped around my knees would let me.
“Jesus,” he groaned in approval as his palms caressed the bare curve of my ass. “It’s a good thing this marriage is a sham.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because if you were really my wife, I’d never let this ass out of my sight.”
I braced myself for another spanking, but instead his hands continued caressing my bare skin. When he got to the small of my back he pressed down, forcing my spine to arch and my ass to raise up even higher.
His hand kept moving, slipping around my hip towards my stomach… and then straight down to my pussy.
I was so desperate and wet that my slit practically swallowed his fingers on contact. He found my clit almost instantly, and I gasped at the intensity of his touch.
I arched my back, giving his hand even more room to rub. My hips started to tremble and I felt my knees get weak. It felt too good… I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think.
“Not so fast, Blondie,” Ace scolded me. He moved his fingers away from my clit and traced my slit all the back up to my ass. My folds immediately throbbed at the absence of his hand.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please…”
“Please what? What do you want?”
I wanted him. Inside me. Now.
On second thought, it wasn’t a want; it was a need.
“I need you to fuck me, Ace,” I murmured, my voice strained with desire.
I heard the sound of a zipper ripping open, then pants crumpling on the floor. The bed creaked under his weight as he kneeled behind me again, then his hips pressed into my ass and ran the length of his bare shaft along my crack.
His cock felt as wide around as a pool noodle, and hard enough to hammer nails into wood. I didn’t know why I was surprised; why wouldn’t his cock be just as massive as the rest of him?
I spread my legs further apart, beckoning him to enter me from behind. He reached between my thighs and spread my slit open with his fingers, then in one merciless thrust, he was inside of me.
“Uhhh!” all of the air rushed out of my lungs and my back arched, driving him even deeper.
His hands wrapped around my chest, gripping onto my tits and squeezing as he thrust into me a second time.
I heard the sound of my own voice, moaning and crying out his name, but it sounded distant somehow; far away. It became more and more distant as the bliss bubbling up inside of me intensified.
Ace thrust deeper and harder, smacking my ass with his palm and digging his teeth into the back of my neck. That was what pushed me over the edge.
It wasn’t just an orgasm; it was an explosion. Every cell in my body burst open, and the entire room dissolved into a fiery flash of white.
When I blinked open my eyes, I was on my back staring up at the hotel room ceiling. Ace was above me, his chest rising and falling with a series of rugged breaths.
“Shit, Blondie. That was a wild ride,” he whistled finally. “I didn’t know you had it in ya.”
“Neither did I.”
I was just as surprised as he was. I had never done anything like this before.
Sure, I had my fantasies… but they were just that; fantasies. I had never acted on any of them. Not even close.
I didn’t have time to think about that, though. Ace was already sliding his hand slowly down my stomach, reaching for the soft cushion of my mound.
“I went easy on you the first time,” he whispered. “But I can’t make any promises this time around…”