Ace's Key: Book 1 Page 8

  When he kissed my lips, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. I broke the kiss and pulled back to look at him. “I’m so sorry. I needed to say that to you. I care about you and even if you don’t or can’t do—”

  “Shhh, baby.” He kissed me again before pulling me on top of him. He let his body speak, and I felt his desire underneath me. When he broke the kiss and held me close, I felt the thunderous beating of his heart vibrate even through my own flesh.

  “I left because I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought it would be easier if you stayed angry with me.”

  “You let me believe something that wasn’t true. I saw her wedding in the paper. I heard about you selling Bluestone.”

  “Francesca and Gavin are great friends. Bluestone isn’t sold yet because of the fire.”

  “I came to the bar one night to see you. She was there, seated at the bar, and you two were kissing. Then the morning of the fire, she was there again. I thought… I jumped to more conclusions than truths, but you didn’t stop me.”

  “It was a coward’s way out,” he whispered against my shoulder, before pulling back to look me in the eye. “But I’m not ready to let you go. I can’t make any promises, and I don’t know that I’ll make you happy.”

  “Are you willing to try?”

  “Yes,” he said, while refusing to even blink.

  “Then I have some new lingerie I think you’ll like.”

  He grinned with a half-hearted cockiness before giving in to a huge smile.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “I want to hear you say it,” he said against my lips.

  “I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

  “Ask me.”

  “Please, Lucas, make me yours. Make me come undone,” I cried out.

  He licked and bit at my already sensitive flesh. Having already banked two orgasms since he’d started tasting me, I wasn’t sure I had another one in me.

  My uncertainty didn’t last long. He flipped me over on all fours on top of him and ate my pussy from behind, while sliding his fingers in and out of my slick channel. My body filled with nervous anticipation when he slid his finger between my cheeks and found my tight rear entry. Just his touch of it created a thunderous ripple through my sex. I had no experience with anal play, but from that moment on, I knew I had to have more. I climaxed so vigorously I realized I’d finally experienced what I’d only read about in Cosmo.

  I collapsed on the bed beside him. “Time out, babe,” I moaned.

  “What?”

  “Give me a minute,” I said, while playfully running my fingers across his chest.

  “Only a minute, baby, but I assure you, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  “A minute, that’s all I get?” I asked, hopping off the bed and running to the kitchen.

  The lamp from the bedside table provided enough light for me to see my new lingerie was in fragmented pieces. I didn’t care in the slightest. I would have the memory of how he ripped the black lace from my body in a heated rush to claim me, forever stored.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Kitchen,” I hollered back.

  “We aren’t completely alone, you know,” he said before laughing.

  Shit. I froze. There I stood, wearing only my birthday suit in his living room. With practically all the lights in his house on, I wore the I’ve-just-been-fucked-vigorously costume for the world to see. I decided I would complete my mission regardless of my nudity. I proceeded to the kitchen and filled my glass with ice water. To my satisfaction, I made it back to his bed without being caught by his staff.

  “Thirsty?” he teased as he took the glass from me and shared a drink.

  “Hmm, something like that,” I responded coyly.

  I took a piece of ice in my mouth and slowly slid down his body until I had his cock in front of me with his face in full view beyond it. There were blow jobs, and then there was a cock-sucking good time.

  With the ice on my tongue, I licked and sucked until the heat of his throbbing length melted the ice in my mouth. His moans told me he was pleased, his hands gripping the sides of my face told me he wasn’t ready for me to stop, but it was the taste of his pre-cum that told me he was on fire.

  When he blew off in my mouth, I swallowed the head of his cock while he moaned, “Yes, Mia, baby.”

  He pulled me to rest alongside him as he slowly stroked my arm with his finger. “You’re fucking delicious. Do you know that?”

  “No,” I softly answered.

  With his hand, he lifted my face and crooked his head, so we were eye to eye. “Mia, I’ve had great sex. Beautiful sex even, but you…you amaze me. Everything is different with you. Believe me when I tell you that.”

  “Okay, then fill me again.”

  * * *

  My hands were tied loosely to the bedpost with the lacey remnants of my lingerie.

  “Remember the safe word, right?”

  “Yes,” I mumbled nervously.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  “Red,” I whispered like I was doing something dirty.

  “Remember, if I do anything you don’t like or you want to stop, say it. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  With all the lights out, there wasn’t anything for me to see. Lucas wanted my experience to be about touch only. He told me things would feel strange or different, but he would never do anything to hurt me. I knew the experience was going way beyond the sensation of touch; it was about trust.

  I heard him move about the room. I felt him brush against my left foot as he walked past the bed. I hear a strange noise in the distance, perhaps a zipper.

  The bed dipped on my right side, and I felt something hard and cold slide between my breasts. It was wet. Ice.

  He rubbed the ice on my nipples before biting and sucking them. He pleasured my breasts, but this time he stopped short of leaving marks on my skin. I trembled, maybe from the cold stimulation, but I think it was more about anticipation.

  When he moved away from me, it was strange to feel how quickly loneliness came over me. I needed contact with him. I craved the connection. “Touch me,” I cried out.

  “Where?”

  “Anywhere.”

  “I’m right here, baby. You’ll love this next part, and I promise, from here on out, you’ll beg for it.”

  “From here on out” meant we had a future? For a moment, I got hung up on his words and forgot what we were doing.

  I sensed him rubbing something cold on my clit for only a second; then it became warm and tingly. He kissed me, aggressively teasing my lips and mouth with his tongue, but he left my sex alone. Within minutes, my clit was hyper-sensitive, exploiting my hunger for friction.

  I tried to rub my legs together, but that didn’t satisfy my need. I wanted to touch myself, if only my hands were loose. If he was going to leave me needy, then I wanted my hands free to finish the job.

  I was on the verge of yelling the safe word, when I heard my vibrator click on. “Oh, thank God,” I moaned out.

  “What’s the matter, baby? You need to get off?” He toyed with me.

  “Yes, now,” I screamed. I didn’t care who heard me. He’d left me on the pleasured cliff too long.

  He teased my clit with the vibrator, giving me a slight touch of it, and then quickly pulled it away. In my mind, I tried to craft a ploy to pay him back, but his actions kept my cognitive thinking at bay. He was definitely a master at sexual play. Lucas was a really good…bad boy.

  He pushed my knees to my chest and plunged the vibrator into my slick heat. He fucked me hard with it, showing no mercy. Within a few minutes, I was on the verge of climax, and my breaths were coming at a quickened pace. Suddenly, I felt the weight of him between my legs, and when he plunged his hard cock into me, I exploded in release around him.

  My body was limp, my mind was spent, and I’d never ever felt more full or satisfied.

  He untied my hands and propped his elbows on either side of my face, while his cock rema
ined inside me…bareback.

  “You can do that to me, anytime,” I whispered, while touching his cheek.

  “My pleasure, beautiful.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ace

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Hi back at ya,” she said, while throwing her arm over her eyes. “What time is it?”

  “Almost nine. I have breakfast for you. Do you want juice or coffee?”

  “You forgot the ‘tea or me’ part.” She giggled.

  “Oh no, I didn’t. After last night, I don’t think I have to ask that part. And”

  “For the record, I still haven’t had enough of you, and I don’t think I ever will,” she said with a sultry look in her eyes.

  “Me either,” I mumbled. That had slipped out.

  After our last evening together, it pained me to think about our time coming to an end. Even worse, I realized I’d begun to feel something for Mia. I’d never had a woman meet me at every level. Most women were attracted to me for my money, and American woman loved my accent, but Mia didn’t respond to those things.

  Successful in her own career, she didn’t need to prove anything by marrying wealth. She held her own with me when it came to attitude as well. She possessed a strong, stubborn streak when it came to speaking her mind. I loved how she didn’t back down.

  Sexually speaking, I loved I could teach her things, be the first to experience the wilder side with her. The fact that she was willing to please herself by pleasing me was sensually appealing at many turns.

  I knew I’d fallen for Mia Kennedy.

  The first realization came to me when I allowed us to fuck without a condom—a rule I never broke. The second appearance of feelings was when she threw a fit in my apartment and accused me of cheating with Francesca. Normally, I wouldn’t have cared if my conquest saw me with another woman. The final reality had hit me harder than I could have imagined when I studied her taut abdomen and tried to picture what it would be like to see my child growing inside her.

  “Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.” I extended my hand to her and led her to the stone shower, already running. With so many nozzles, the water hit many of the right places in just the best way.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed.

  “Open your eyes, baby. I want to see them sparkle when you come on my hand.” I slid my palm down to her pussy. She slowly arched back, grinding her hips to gain more friction. With my fingers inside her, I gently thumbed circles on her clit. I knew that would drive her nuts, but when I sunk to my knees and spread her legs to accommodate my face, she went wild.

  I loved a woman who could express her pleasure. A man didn’t want to guess what was satisfying and what wasn’t, and I remembered how she fell apart last night after I touched her ass. Later, she’d admitted she was a virgin to anal play.

  * * *

  “What’s my surprise?” she asked, as I opened the car door for her.

  “There’s a couple of things I want to do today that I’m hoping you will love,” I said, touching her beautiful, plump lips.

  “You’re not sure?”

  “I’ll know. You won’t be able to lie to me.”

  “I’d never lie to you, Lucas.”

  I believed her when she said it, but when it came to sexual discovery, I was about to test her limits. If she expanded her limits for herself, I would love her for it. But if it was only for me and she tried to fake it, it would never work, I would know.

  The first place on my surprise list was to find a bottle of Screagle. I wanted us to be able to share it over the dinner I had planned.

  I took her to the Wine Brokers private room. We tasted many different wines, and she picked several she liked. I knew her discerning taste for Cabernet would please my palette as well. What she didn’t know was that the case we took home contained a special bottle of Screaming Eagle, and even though it came with a premium price tag, Mia was worth it.

  “If the wind is bothering you, I can put the top up?” I asked, taking her hand to my lips.

  “No way. The sun and wind feel wonderful on my skin…but you’d feel much better.” She gave me a sultry look over her sunglasses.

  Little did she know, she was playing right into my hands.

  There was no getting around the meaning of our next stop. Stores that sell erotica and sexual play apparatus have the most tasteless store fronts, in my opinion. If I ever considered getting out of food and beverage service, it might just be to revamp such novelty stores into something more sleek and sophisticated.

  When I opened the car door for her, she smiled brightly. My sexual appetite appreciated the sign in her reaction. We entered the store, and she didn’t even remotely appear embarrassed. I held her hand as we studied the items, and I even laughed with her when she picked up a Clone-A-Willy kit.

  “Would you let me do this?” she asked playfully.

  “Do you need to?” I studied her.

  “Only if you’re going to be away from me. Nothing but you works for me, babe. I couldn’t even get my vibrator to work for me while we were apart.”

  Happy that she was sexually frustrated and didn’t turn to anyone else, I knew we weren’t going to last apart. I had to figure things out.

  I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her petite frame close to me. “Get the kit. I want to see what it’s like,” I said against her cheek.

  She smiled widely.

  We entered the section of the store specifically for anal pleasure. She didn’t appear nervous or bat an eye at the inventory; rather, she beamed with anticipation. We looked at items together and discussed how they were used. She was open to trying new things.

  “Did you see something you wanted?” I whispered in her ear.

  Her eyes got big, and she bit her finger in a tease. I watched as she slowly nodded her head and handed me purple jelly anal beads and a black anal plug.

  “You’re seriously into this, aren’t you?” It was my final test question.

  “You have no idea how much.”

  Oh yes, I did.

  Chapter Twenty

  Mia

  Lucas gave the staff the day off, and I was more than grateful, but for purely selfish reasons. I didn’t want to share our last hours with anyone. I wanted to feel free to express myself in any way that presented.

  We prepared dinner together in tandem just as we had in my apartment, but this time, Lucas seemed a bit preoccupied and was less talkative. Rather than spoil our evening, I decided to let his mercurial mood go without mention, in hopes it would pass.

  He’d placed our wine in the fridge earlier in the day, while we were swimming. Since his hands were covered with rub from the fish, I got the wine out of the fridge and pulled a couple of glasses down from the bar rack.

  “This is Screagle,” I squealed.

  His eyes lit up.

  “Where did you get this?”

  “I had the wine brokers get us a bottle. I remembered the first—”

  I shushed his words with my mouth and ate at his lips with hunger. I needed him and couldn’t wait any longer to become his again. He broke the kiss as I playfully pouted. When he washed his hands and scooped me into his arms, I squealed again.

  “Where’s the sack with our toys?” he asked, while looking around his bedroom.

  “I put them in my suitcase. I didn’t want anyone to see them.” Suddenly, I felt shy and childlike. I knew I would be learning new things with him, which escalated my anticipation, but at the same time, I felt inferior sexually. He knew everything, and I knew very little…but I was quickly learning from a magnificent sexual master.

  Lucas slowly removed my clothes, piece by piece. I pulled at his shirt, but he gripped my hands.

  “Tonight is all about you, baby.” He groaned.

  “Well, then, you need to get naked, so I can get your hot cock inside me. If it’s about me, that’s all I want.”

  “Not yet, baby. Patience.”

  Whe
n I was totally naked, he tossed me on the bed and hovered over me, playfully. His eyes searched mine. “What do you see happening between us?”

  “I’m not looking to the future, Lucas. I’m enjoying every minute as it comes.”

  He touched my nose with his finger, then slowly drug it across my lips and watched me. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch.

  “What if I am?” he whispered.

  Stunned, I opened my eyes to see him smiling. Suddenly, I realized the reason for his mercurial mood earlier. Lucas was beginning to shift his thoughts about relationships. I was certain.

  I didn’t respond to his question; I left that for him to decide. He knew I cared for him; otherwise, I wouldn’t have chased him to California.

  Desire stirred within me, when the new toys beside me on the bed caught my eye. I pulled Lucas down close to my face. “Make love to me. Please don’t make me beg.”

  His lips on my cleft ignited my flame. Within minutes, I was writhing in pleasure from his tongue penetrating me. He flipped me over and pulled my hips back closer to his body. The hum of the vibrator made me smile. Wicked little thing it was. With the vibrator in my channel, I felt something cold and slick on my rear entry.

  “Easy, baby. I want you to push back against the plug.”

  I did as he asked. At first it hurt, but then the fullness felt amazing against the vibrator. When he reached around to my front for access to my clit, I wasn’t expecting the pleasure to be so over the top, but it was. Slow, drawn out stimulation to my clit turned my legs to jelly.

  I closed my eyes as the orgasm rocked my core. I saw specks of glitter behind my eyelids and nearly passed out. My breath came in gasps, and I collapsed to the bed in a flood of tears.

  Lucas laid down beside me and pulled me close to him. He didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. All I knew at that particular moment was that I couldn’t ever imagine being with another man.

  He was the one for me.

  “That was incredible. No words to describe it,” I uttered through scattered breaths.