Chapter 30
Emerson
Oh, God! A grunt was forced from me with every jarring of my body as Ace pounded into me from behind. His hands were gripping my hips with bruising force, and he was pulling me backwards over his cock at the same time that he thrust forward. The impact so powerful that I had to brace my hands upon the bed frame to keep from hitting my head. Ace couldn't seem to get enough of me, but I wasn't complaining. I couldn’t get enough of him, either.
As soon as his brothers had taken off, he'd carried me to his bed, stripped me, and claimed me. Two hours later we were still going at it, sweaty and exhausted with the exertion. We’d barely come up for air, and my long hair was sticking to us everywhere. I'd discovered early on that all I had to do in order to get total control over Ace in the bedroom was to let my hair down and then slowly run it over his naked body.
Watching the big man jerk and tremble over something as minor as the ends of my hair brushing over his skin was nothing short of mesmerizing. I knew as soon as he sucked in his breath and his nipples became erect that this was a pleasure that he kept to himself. He stiffened, as if unwilling to enjoy the moment. I'd just grinned and worked my way down his torso to his straining cock, torturing him with barely suppressed glee, until he couldn't take it anymore and was about to come.
That's when he'd grabbed me, flipped me over, and impaled me with a cock that had seemed twice as big in size than it ever had before, and began to fuck me like a man who was possessed. I'd cried out with a mixture of shock and pleasure at his brutal entry, but was soon overcome with the pleasant sensation of being completely filled by him. I could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as my body closed around it and held him deeply inside.
"So good!" I gasped out in between thrusts, drops of sweat dripping off my brow. My breasts were dangling beneath me and jiggling wildly.
"Fucking good!" he rasped. I knew he was close to coming when he reached between us and began to rub my clit. He moved up my body, placing his mouth near my ear. "Come on, baby girl. I want to feel you come on my dick."
I was getting close. Ace knew exactly how to work my clit now, circling it several times before giving it a pinch and holding it. I sucked in my breath, seeing stars, and came undone when he released it. I cried out my release and let my body go. Ace thrust into me a few more times before bottoming out with a grunt and reaching his own release.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, jerking behind me. "Fuck!"
We were both breathing fast and hard.
Ace held himself deep inside me until he was spent. The feel of his hot cum filling me caused a mini-orgasm to trigger, and I whimpered helplessly as it took control of my body. I slowly collapsed onto the bed and released the headboard.
"I'm wiped out," I murmured into my pillow, taking in shallow breaths because Ace was still on top of me. "I can't move." He didn't say anything. "Did I kill you?" I joked.
His laugh went through me. "I'd go a happy man if I died while I was inside your pussy, baby," he breathed huskily against my ear as he rolled to the side, taking me with him. I settled against him with my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest. We were both glistening with sweat, the musky aroma of sex hovering over us like a steamy cloud.
"Now that you're better, shouldn't I go home?"
The sound that came out of him could be considered a grunt of some kind. "Not until I'm sure that the trouble we've been dealing with is over."
His response disappointed me, because I didn't really want to leave at all. I wanted Ace to want me there. I wanted him to go all caveman on me and tell me that I wasn't going anywhere. Then I told myself to slow down. That we might never get there at all. That we still needed to get to know each other. The sex was off the charts, but great sex didn't always make for great relationships.
"How long before you'll know?"
"A day, maybe two. You in a hurry to get away from me?" he joked.
"Not at all." I tilted my head so that I could meet his eyes. "I'd like to get to know you better."
Smiling, he pulled me on top of him easily. "Yeah?" He seemed pleased. "We can start now. What do you want to know?"
"Well…" I reached up and ran the tip of my finger over his smooth, bottom lip. "Are your parents still alive? Do you have any siblings? Have you ever been seriously involved with anyone? What was your childhood like?" He grunted, and I stopped. "Too much?" I giggled.
"How about one question at a time?" he suggested. "But in response to the ones you've asked, no, my parents aren't alive; no, I have no siblings; no, I've never been seriously involved with anyone. As for my upbringing I'd say it was good. My folks were loving, died in a car crash when I was thirteen. I came to live with my grandparents. They were good to me. Left me this place." His lips twisted. "My life in a nutshell."
Short and to the point, but it had been a lot of talking for Ace.
"I'm sorry about your parents," I said softly. "It must have been hard losing them both at such a young age." I recalled how devastated I'd been when my mom had passed.
He released a deep breath, his hand smoothing over my hair. "That's life, baby, and life's not always fair. They were hit head-on by a semi, killed instantly. At least they didn’t suffer. What about you?"
I froze. I hadn't counted on him being curious about me, too. I should have realized that by asking him questions about him he'd have his own about me, but there was no way that I was going to talk about my father, and that dark chapter in my life.
After a minute of silence, he asked, "You keeping secrets, baby girl?"
I could hear the frown in his slightly hardened tone. "No!" I rushed out, kicking myself for hesitating. "I mean, I was, um, trying to remember my parents." I'd never been a good liar, and now was no exception.
"You don't remember your parents?" His eyes narrowed down at me, filled with disbelief and suspicion.
"Of course I do." I lowered my eyes from him, thinking back to my early childhood, when things had been good and my mother had still been alive. Back then, my father hadn't shown any signs of being a monster. He'd gone to work, taken care of my mom and me. He'd treated us decently. Everything changed when my mother had died, and my father began to drink.
Looking back now, I remembered how he had encouraged me to invite Sophie and Gracie over for sleepovers; how he’d liked chaperoning school dances, under the guise of wanting to look out for me. Then there'd been the odd looks and accidental, inappropriate touches, touches that had eventually turned into nightmares. At the time I'd explained so much away.
I would never get over the guilt of being the daughter of a sick psycho.
I decided that I could tell Ace about the good years, because there had been good years. "I guess you could say that I had a fairly normal childhood, too. Both my parents worked, we had a nice home, nice things. No siblings either, but I had cousins I was close with. We were all like sisters. Grew up and went to school together." I stopped when I realized how true my words were, and felt a little sad that it had all changed around the time that we'd entered high school. "My life in a nutshell," I mimicked.
"I have a feeling there's a lot more to your story." Our eyes met, and I worried that he could see the reluctance in mine to continue. "You're hiding something."
My heart raced. "I'm sure you have a few secrets of your own. After all, you're a lot older than me—ouch!" He'd slapped me on the ass, and not a love tap either. I glared up at him.
"You want more of that?" he growled, rubbing the sting away. "Is my age a problem for you?"
My eyes rounded at the seriousness in his tone. I didn't want him to believe that. "Of course not, I was kidding. And we're only fourteen years apart."
He snorted. "I'd already lost my fucking virginity by the time you were born."
"I didn’t need to know that," I mumbled irritably. "I don't like the thought of you with anyone else."
He laughed. "Good. Because I don't like the thought of another man's hands on you, either."
Now I was the one snorting. "I doubt my numbers even come close to a fraction of your conquests." He remained quiet. "I notice you're not defending yourself." I was so thankful that we'd changed the subject.
"Baby, it is what it is. We both know I fucked around. A lot. Sex is the cure-all to a lot of shit."
A sharp, disbelieving laugh escaped me. I raised my head to look at him. "Huh! Sounds like a convenient excuse to me. A cure-all for what?"
His cocky grin warmed my heart in spite of our conversation. "It's a great stress reliever. Calms the bloodlust when I'm facing trouble. Keeps my balls from turning blue."
I laughed. "When have you ever had blue balls?"
"Well, if you hadn't been giving me a weekly dose of blowjobs I would have had a serious case over you. I wanted inside your pussy to the point of madness."
"You could have had me all along." Our eyes remained locked, and it suddenly grew still between us. Ace's hand smoothed over the cheeks of my ass, but I got the impression that he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. The sweat covering our bodies had dried, but we were a sticky mess. "I think I'm stuck to you." I felt the need to say something to break the intense silence.
He gave my cheek a squeeze, and then bumped his hips into mine. "Up, baby girl. Let's shower and head out."
I crawled off him with a moan. "God, I feel as if I just had a workout." I ached in places I'd never before.
He snorted, jumping off the bed with the energy of a man half his age. Ace may have been forty-seven, but he didn't look it, and he sure as hell didn't act it. We treaded naked toward his bathroom. I watched with surprise when he reached in and turned on the shower.
He turned back to look at me. "We're showering together."
We hadn't before; mostly because I’d been afraid that he would try to do something that would rip his stitches out, like lift me up during rough sex. I smiled big. "This will be my first time showering with a man."
"And I'll be your last man."
Oh, my! My core clenched at his words. He sounded so sure. I watched as he adjusted the temperature, and when he was satisfied he reached back for my hand. I slipped mine into his and let him pull me into the shower. My heart was racing as we stood facing each other, the tips of my breasts brushing against his rock-hard abs. Ace grabbed the sponge and squirted some body wash into it and began to run it over my shoulders.
He lathered me everywhere, working his way down my body, my arms, and my breasts, between my thighs and down my legs. Then he turned me around and repeated the steps down my backside, spending time over my bottom and in the crack. From behind me he moved the sponge between my legs over my sex, making sure to brush between my labia and over my clit. I quivered and caught my breath, not sure that my legs were going to be able to support me.
He dropped the sponge and replaced it with his hands. I moaned as he left a tingle wherever he touched me. His hands came around my body and smoothed up my torso to my breasts.
"Feel good?" he rasped into my ear, closing his hands over me.
"Yes!" I trembled, and leaned back against him for more contact. "I'll do you after."
He laughed roughly. "Yeah you will. I want your hands on me. All over."
"Are we going to fuck?"
"No."
"Then why are you torturing me, biker man?"
"For later," he teased. "But until later, I want you to remember my hands on your tits. I want you to think about my hands between your legs. I want you to beg me for my dick, baby."
I laughed softly, spreading my legs slightly, inviting him to go deeper. "What if I beg you now?"
"The wait will be worth it." He teased me with a few more flicks over my clit and then spun me around. "My turn."
Oh, yes it was. Laughing, frustrated, horny, I picked up the sponge at our feet and added more body wash to it. I bathed him just as thoroughly as he had me, delighting in making him groan and shudder while I played with his cock and balls. I tugged on his length, I rolled his heavy balls, and I didn't stop there. I'd discovered that I enjoyed anal play. Ace had only fucked me there once, and I couldn't wait for him to do it again. Would he like being touched there, too? I wondered. I drew the sponge down his back and over his taut cheeks, then back up again.
I let the sponge drop to the floor and began to use my hands. Starting at the back of his legs, my hands climbed up his muscular thighs and the cheeks of his ass before I let one naughty finger dip into the crevice and glide up and over his anus. Ace sucked in his breath and his whole body stiffened, but only for a second. He relaxed again, letting me tease him with glimpses of what it would feel like were I to breach that forbidden opening.
I felt a wicked grin come over my face. "You have a nice, tight ass, biker man." I continued to tease his hole, receiving a groan in response. "Have you ever had a finger up there?" I pressed the puckered hole, but didn't enter.
"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his breathing picking up.
I would have been surprised if he'd said no. I leaned forward, getting as close as I could to his ear. "How about a tongue?" I sank my teeth into his shoulder.
"Jesus, Emerson," he rasped in a gravelly tone, shuddering wildly.
I smiled. "I wonder if I can give you an orgasm without even touching your cock." What I was doing to Ace turned me on, too. I reached down and parted my pussy lips, discovering how slick I was. I began to touch my clit, my other hand reaching around and grasping his hard cock. "If you won't give me an orgasm, I can make myself come."
That did it. With an animalistic sound, Ace swung around and pushed me against the wall. His eyes were fierce, his expression raw with arousal. He moved in, grabbed my leg, and hoisted it up over his hip and entered me at the same time.
"You should never push my buttons, baby girl," he grated down into my face. "It's dangerous." He pounded into me.
"I'm not afraid of you, biker man."
"You should be," he snarled. "You don't know what I'm capable of, Emerson. I don't want to hurt you, but there are some things even I can't control."
Interesting. I wasn't sure what Ace meant by that, but I still wasn't frightened of him. Sure, he was fucking me like a savage warrior, taking what he wanted, and right now he didn't care about anyone but himself, but I knew before it was over that he would take care of me, too. He wasn't a selfish lover.
Every slam of his cock forced a grunt from me, and no matter how rough he was, I derived pleasure from the pain. I raked my nails down his back, feeling his skin tear beneath my nails, feeling his muscles flex. His groans urged me to own him in the most wild and basic way. When he was inside me I clamped my muscles down on him, relishing in his hiss.
"Reach down and play with your clit," he grated between his teeth, pounding so hard that the sound of his balls slapping against me echoed in the shower. "This isn’t going to take long."
I did as Ace demanded, reaching a climax in record time. As I convulsed helplessly against him, he slammed his mouth down on mine and thrust one last time, filling me with his cum. He grunted and shuddered against me, and then ripped his mouth from mine to suck in hard breaths.
"What was that you said about being worth the wait?" I asked when I could breathe again.
His cock slipped out of me and Ace lowered my leg. He shook his head slowly as he stared down at me. "I don't know if I fucking like how you twist me up inside. Don't know if it's a good thing, or a bad thing. I like my life the way it is, but I want you in it, too."
"Well, if it helps, I want you in my life, too."
"Good to know," he said. "Now go get dressed so we can get out of here."