Chapter 19
Emerson
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep when I heard a pounding at my front door. I sat up, disoriented, not because I’d fallen asleep, but because I was completely naked. I didn’t usually sleep nude, but after my shower I’d lain back on the bed, thinking that it would only be for a minute, daydreaming about that one hot episode with Ace. And it had been hot. I’d grown flushed with arousal as I’d remembered his hands on me, recalling the orgasm he’d given me. Before I’d known it I was running my hands over my still damp body and touching myself between my legs.
I’d drifted off to sleep with my fingers lightly teasing my clit and a pleasant tingle holding my body hostage.
The pounding came again, and I jumped from my bed and dashed to the door. “Who is it?” I called through the door.
“Why the fuck don’t you have a peep hole?” I heard Ace’s mildly irritated voice come back.
A smile lit up my face and I unlocked and opened the door without thinking. I stood halfway behind it for cover, but the rapid assessment of his narrowed gaze revealed that he’d seen enough. Instant arousal spread across his face, turning it darker, turning his eyes into molten embers of a summer storm.
My smile of welcome slowly dispersed at the savageness of his expression. He grabbed the edge of the door from me and closed it with deliberate slowness, his eyes moving down my naked body with a lazy, smoldering thoroughness that seared my soul.
“Fuck, baby, all this for me?” His nostrils flared as he took a slow step toward me.
Inexplicably, I found myself stepping backwards, and before long Ace was stalking me leisurely across the room, toward my bedroom. “You like what you see, biker man?” I asked in a hoarse voice. I knew that he did. The front of his pants was tented out with his erection, and if I squinted really hard I was sure that I could see a tiny spot of wetness against the faded denim.
“You fucking know I do,” he rasped huskily, licking his bottom lip. “And when I finally get my hands on you, it’s going to hurt.”
I laughed softly. “Is that so?” I tossed back my hair, keeping my eyes on his. “You don’t scare me, Ace. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” I admitted breathlessly. I bit down on the corner of my lip, drawing his interest there. “And when you touch me, I want it to hurt.”
That seemed to send him over the edge. His low growl frightened me, and my backside hit the wall instead of the open doorway of my bedroom. I gasped when he rushed in, trapping me between his powerful arms. The flutter in my belly turned into a rush of liquid arousal at my core. I stared up at him, my lips parted, wanting him to devour me. I’d waited so long for Ace to finally claim me, even if I knew that it may only be for the one time.
“You shouldn’t have said that, baby.” He leaned in as if to kiss me. I opened my mouth in anticipation, but he pulled back at the last second with a half-smile on his smooth mouth. “Eager, baby girl?” he asked gruffly.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes!” In fact, if he didn’t plant his mouth on mine soon, I was going to make the first move.
“What do you want?” He moved in and whispered the words against my lips.
Oh, no. We were not going to play this game. I didn’t have the patience for that. I reached forward, wiggled my fingers inside the waistband of his low-hanging jeans, and jerked him against me, covering his mouth with mine in a joining that left nothing up for speculation. Ace may not have been in love with me, but he was about to see what it was like to be with a woman who cared deeply for him. He was about to see how much better it could be.
He took control of the kiss the instant that our mouths clashed, as I’d known he would. One rough hand wound my long braid around it, while his other covered the cheek of my ass and squeezed. I could feel the roll of his satisfied growl beneath my crushed lips as he ground his mouth against mine, thrusting his tongue roughly against mine. The warm flavors in his mouth turned me on, and I eagerly returned his raw passion.
My whole body was tingling; that’s how Ace made me feel. Alive. His hand was branding me where he squeezed my ass, his long fingers between the crack and close to my anus. I strained against him, wishing that he were as naked as I was. My hands crawled up his body and around his neck, tugging on the loose ends of his long hair. I could have kissed Ace all night and all day, he was so good at it, and I couldn’t wait to feel the scruff covering his jaw against my thighs.
We were both breathing heavily when he pulled away and kissed the side of my neck. I arched so that he had easy access, quivering wildly at the sensations caused by his roaming mouth.
“Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel that hot cunt against my dick.”
He lifted me and I complied. “Then maybe you should take your pants off,” I breathed against his neck. “It would feel so much better inside me.”
He grunted, spinning us around and taking us to my bedroom. “Baby girl, when I’m finally inside you, I’m never coming out.”
The next thing I knew he was lowering me to the bed. I reached for him, but Ace had something else in mind. He stood back and stared down at me, and once again his smoldering look encompassed my nudity in a single, thorough sweep. There could be no mistaking the state of arousal that I was in. As I lay there I could see the taut peaks of my hardened nipples like little beacons of light shining up at him, and I was so wet between my legs that I could feel it running between the crease of my lower bottom and onto the bed.
My heart was pounding loudly in my ears. Was he disappointed? “What’s wrong?” I finally asked, dreading the answer.
“Not a fucking thing.” He slipped off his cut and hung it on the door knob. Next, he reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, peeling it off his chiseled body.
His perfection nearly gave me heart failure, he was so beautifully sculptured. Muscular pecs. Defined abs. Bulging biceps with ropes of veins running down his arms. But the vein that I was most interested in was the one running down the front of Ace that disappeared inside his pants. The huge muscle that it was attached to was throbbing with a life of its own.
I licked my lips, giving Ace a teasing smile. He groaned, reached for my ankles, and then pulled me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. I caught my breath when I realized what he was about to do. He kept his eyes on me as he slowly lowered his head. I held my breath, waiting for the first sweep of his tongue. He surprised me with a kiss on top of my pelvic bone, then another on my smooth, bare mound. I whimpered at the erotic feel of his warm breath and whiskers against my most private area.
My breathing became faster, and when Ace licked the seam of my pussy from the bottom to the top, I whimpered and instinctively tried to close my legs. His warning grunt, and the way that he brought his hands up to hold my legs spread beneath his face, caused my thighs to quiver. I barely had time to register his gentle nipping of the fleshy inside of my thighs, his tongue lapping at the crease there, before he ground his face against my wet pussy and thrust his tongue deeply inside.
“Ace!” I cried out, my breath catching and my hands tugging on his hair. His tongue was rough, hot, and long, fucking me like I wanted his cock to do. God, when was the last time I’d had a man down there, eating me out as if I were his last meal, groaning with deep arousal as if he’d never tasted anything better?
Too long, I thought.
Years.
Suddenly, his tongue was gone and he was looking up at me, his face a twisted mask of uncontrolled lust. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he rasped in a voice that I barely recognized. “Fuck, Emerson, why did I wait so long to claim you?” His tongue swept over my clit.
I couldn’t answer him, too speechless from the exquisite pleasure that his tongue was giving me. The scrape of his scruff kept the fire between my thighs burning out of control. I began to move my hips, my breathing turning harsher. My hands held Ace against me as I ground my swollen pussy against his mouth. Jesus, my blood was an inferno, surging through my veins to every pleasure point in my body.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling my orgasm climb.
Ace slid a finger inside me, and then another as his mouth moved on to manipulate my pulsing clit. He sucked the tiny nub, circled it with the tip of his tongue, and tapped it with his thumb while two fingers sought out and found the cluster of nerves that would make me explode.
“Ace!” I cried out, arching off the bed.
His teeth clamped down with just enough pressure on my clit. “Come for me, Emerson,” he growled, tonguing the mild pain away. “Come on my tongue, and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.” He curled his finger and pressed against the soft patch of nerves located just past the entrance to my pussy, tugging on my clit with his teeth at the same time. I let out a scream, nearly coming off the bed when my orgasm crashed over me.
My hands twisted into the sheets beneath me, and I let go. There was nothing I could do to stop the convulsions as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure claimed my whole body. Ace slipped his hands beneath my bottom and took the mounds into his hands, pulling my shaking body up against his thrusting tongue. He easily held me where he wanted, forcing me to whimper and twist helplessly as he slurped up my juices.
His breathing was ragged and hotter than a furnace against my sex. His tongue delved deep, and then lapped up my labia and outer pussy. I began to slowly come down, my breathing still sounding harsh and fast as I felt Ace move away from me. The cool air against the furnace of my nether regions caused me to glance down. Ace stood at the foot of the bed, his mouth glistening with my cum. His nostrils flared, and a fire burned brightly in his eyes.
I watched his hands move to his pants. Watched his fingers unsnap and then unzip his jeans in a slow move that caused me to hold my breath. As his jeans slowly parted, exposing what was behind the zipper, I took note of the dark hair there, and then the hard, bowed muscle that would soon be inside me. Ohmygod! It was beautiful. Ace rolled his pants down, kicked his boots off and then his jeans, and all I could do was stare at the magnificent bar of throbbing flesh between his muscular thighs.
He took the impressive tool in his hand and gave it a few tugs. Pre-cum was gathered in the slit, pearly white and thick, holding my gaze, until a tiny drop slipped to the floor. My eyes shot up to his. He moved, slowly crawling up and over my body until his cock was nestled at the entrance between my thighs. I opened my mouth as he swooped down and covered it with his. His kiss was rough, almost painful, but I relished in it, relished in the taste of myself on his mouth as he ground the wetness of his face and lips over me. Our tongues mingled, and our teeth nibbled each other’s bottom lips until we were both breathless and shaky.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl,” Ace practically snarled, his tone sounding more like a threat as his eyes burned into mine.
Yes! I screamed inside, more than ready to be filled by him.
“Yes!” I whispered against his mouth. “Fuck me!” I sank my teeth into his bottom lip.