by Tiana Laveen
“Not really. I don’t see them much.” It was the truth, but she kept it short and sweet. He opened his mouth to speak more, then withdrew. She sighed with relief. It would be difficult dating Ace with him being like this. It was just her luck that she’d fall for someone so ‘in the know.’ But, she had to admit one upside of this: Maybe, in some ways, it would let her off the hook. If he figured out certain aspects of her, and she didn’t have to actually admit them, it would make things easier. Perhaps then, they wouldn’t have to talk about it.
Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Brooklyn felt the trepidation building higher inside of her. It was awful enough that he was sexy, smart, financially independent and go-getter. To make things more complicated, he could understand people from a mere glance.
This is either my last chance to run away from this man, or a sign that it really is time for me to trust someone, once and for all…
And she wanted to trust him. It was already beginning; the horse was out the gate. He’d already cracked her open like an ice cold soda can and was prepared to take a drink. Now, it remained up to her to determine the flavor: bitter or sweet?
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Ace stood in the middle of the museum, fear crawling over his flesh, causing goosebumps. He didn’t scare easy, but the place seemed fucking bloodcurdling under the cloak of night, eaten up by darkness with only a few stingy lights to guide the way. He waited for Brooklyn to lock up her office after she buzzed him inside through the employees only side door. Tonight, he was getting a private tour. It wasn’t that they’d planned it so late, but both had had a hectic work day and what had been originally scheduled for four that afternoon had to be pushed back. The woman had come up with the idea to allow him inside after closing hours, and he jumped at the chance, eager to see the place up close and personal.
His steps echoed against the floor as he scanned the empty information desk with all the pamphlets and brochures neatly tucked behind the circular enclosure. In the daytime, the place was chock full of school children, teachers, and parents on vacation. The old, majestic building sat on the shores of Lake Michigan, a place he’d only visited it a time or two, and that had been over a decade ago. The last time he was there, Brooklyn had come down a marble flight of stairs and stole his damn heart…
“Ace.” He heard her call out before realizing she was approaching. In the dim light, she reached for his hand then planted a kiss on his cheek. “Well, are you ready for the graaaaand Field Museum Tour?” She was all smiles.
He had to pause and take her in. Her hair was pulled back with a light pink headband, the thick strands falling softly against her shoulders. She wore a matching pink sweater, paired with flared gray slacks and a low-heeled oxford shoe. Her glasses sparkled, competing with the glare from her teeth and the twinkle in her eye.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
“Alright, let’s begin.” She cleared her throat and led him to the right. She didn’t say much until they’d reached a display of animals — African antelopes, rhinos, giraffes, all carefully preserved for educational purposes.
“Now, these are all obviously taxidermy conserved. The most popular display in the animal area here are the African cats of Tsavo.” She pointed to the feline beasts, their glass eyes still full of life, as if they’d just woken from slumber. Ace read the sign next to the display, ‘The Man Eaters of Tsavo.’
“…The Ghost and the Darkness…” he mumbled as he continued to read.
“That’s right!” Brooklyn clapped enthusiastically. “You saw the movie about these man eating lions, huh? It was a great movie and depicted quite accurately what happened.”
“Yes, I saw the movie.” He swallowed as he got a whiff her perfume. Taking him again by the hand, she led him further into the museum.
“This is the Granger Hall of Gems. It is obviously under tight security, but lucky for you this evening, your tour guide has clearance.” She looked back at him and winked. “This area is always under surveillance, so keep in mind, we are being recorded by at least seven cameras…no funny business.” She waved her finger at him as a naughty grin meandered across her face in faux warning.
“If anyone needs to be monitored, it would be you,” he mock chided, causing her to playfully hit him across his shoulder.
The damned place was beautiful. Ace wasn’t into fancy jewelry, but a place like this with its magnificent artifacts could surely change his mind. She gave him time to walk around and take it all in, her arms crossed, patiently waiting while he surveyed the displays.
After a few moments, they entered the ‘Hall of Jades.’ This was right up Ace’s alley. He had a thing for Asian art and culture.
“This area shows Chinese artifacts, Ace.” She stepped ahead of him, waved her arm around as she spoke. A spotlight marked the spot where she stood. “It spans eight thousand years of Chinese collections.”
“That is incredible. These are really amazing. Thank you for showing me.”
After a few minutes, she led him into the ancient Egyptian exhibit, explaining details along the way. Everything she said, even the way she explained it, captivated him. Brooklyn made the most mundane details appear riveting. He cared about what the hell she was describing, and she became more and more beautiful to him as each second matured and flowed into another. The tour continued, and the more time passed, as they moved from exhibit to exhibit, she drew him in, fueling his attraction, lighting the fire within…
“…That’s why, because this door was considered to be a portal to the afterlife.”
Ace nodded as he continued to listen intently to her explanations. The fire inside him grew, stoked to roaring flames. All the time they were spending together represented another coin in the bank of his desire for her, and not just a physical need. For three nights, he’d had no nightmares…just dreams of her.
“…These hieroglyphs are five thousand years old. We have one of the largest mummified human displays in the country. Twenty-three in all.”
And so she continued. And he listened. And didn’t miss her glances in his direction that took a wee bit too long.
“This is my absolute favorite.” Her face lit up in exuberance. “It’s the Evolving Planet display. It trails the history of life on Earth, over four billion years. Ace, this should be right up your alley.” Her hands clasped, she moved in front of him, walking backwards, and explained the details of the exhibit so well without having to look at it. She had it all down pat.
“You aren’t a tour guide, you’re a scientist, but you sure seem like one.” He glanced at an exhibit of a zebra.
“I’ve witnessed so many tours and learned about my work environment is all.” She smiled. “I’ve been here so long that I could tell you just about anything you’d need to know regarding any one of these exhibits.”
He glanced at a sign that read, ‘World of water. And yes, he felt like he was drowning, dying a bit…under pressure. Then he turned in another direction and found, ‘The Evolution of Sex.’ He quickly broke his concentration from it, not wishing to arouse himself even more than he already was.
“These dinosaur displays are amazing…” he whispered as they exited the area.
“Okay,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded as he looked around, “now, we are in my baby’s stomping grounds — the ancient Americas exhibit.”
“Yes indeed!” She began to explain specific items, but Ace’s cell phone rang.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Brooklyn. Hold on a sec.”
She nodded as he removed it from his pocket, his back towards her. He’d forgotten to turn it off. Lance’s number appeared on the screen.
“Hey buddy, what’s up? Oh really? I can’t tonight…mmm hmmmm…I’m with my girlfriend…okay, I will. Talk to you soon.” He disconnected the call, turned the thing off and turned back towards her. “Okay, now where were we? I want a run down.” He crossed his arms and waited, not missing the appreciative smile on her face.
> Yes, you’re my woman. What did you expect me to say, baby?
“This area covers thirteen thousand years of accomplished, artistic, human resourcefulness in the Western Hemisphere. We start here with the Ice Age, and you see here, the Clovis people.” She pointed to various displays.
“You know that intelligence is my jones, right?” He stood directly behind her, his arms around her waist, his erection rubbing along her lower back. He kissed the top of her head, caressing and loving on her, loathing to let her go.
Her breaths got heavier as she leaned into him. He could see their muted reflection in the glass; like the display behind it, he’d treasure her. She was his recent history, his remarkable present and, he hoped and prayed, his blessed future.
“Uh…the hunters and gatherers…they…they…” she began to explain, her voice slightly quaking.
Pushing her soft, kinky hair aside, he placed a kiss on her neck. She sighed as he applied a bit more pressure, then found himself grinding ever so slightly into her ass.
“…And…if you…push this little button…you can see…how cotton was…Oh God…” She almost lost her footing when he ran his hands over her breasts, double palming them as he continued to trail his lips and tongue along her neck.
“Baby, are we under surveillance right now?” he asked smoothly between slow pecks, his pelvis still pumping as he clutched her close.
“Uh huh…yes…”
He swallowed, not quite deterred.
“So, if I undressed you, and laid you down right here…by this ancient American artifact display, and…made love to you…” He kissed the back of her neck down and caressed along her shoulder blades. “It would be caught on tape, right?”
“Um hmmmm….” she answered weakly.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we? So…how about your office? Is that watched, too?”
“Nuh…no…it’s not,” she rasped. He pushed his fingers through her soft curls and yanked, ever so slightly, forcing her head to fall back towards his chest so he could cover her temple with soft pecks.
“Very good. Thank you for the tour, but now I have to declare it officially over…”
She grabbed his hand and briskly led him away. With a self-satisfied grin, he let her drag him away. Their frenzied footsteps echoed in the damn place as they climbed and descended steps until they reached a stark white area with rows of matching white tables, walls with ceiling high shelves of tagged plastic bags, ancient trinkets, artifacts and shiny things, and a miniature display of planet Earth spinning on its axis. Once past a table with a large, black microscope in the auditorium-sized room, she pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked a door at the back that had her name framed in gold on it. An attractive office, albeit without windows, greeted them. Posters of prehistoric animals and an assortment of awards were all around.
He actually heard her swallow when he started to unbutton his shirt.His cock pushed so hard into the front of the pants, he feared they’d rip. The way she was tugging at her blouse, the pale pink material twisting and turning in her frantic fingers, the skin delicate and brown, let him know she felt the same.
He tossed his shirt across her desk and walked to her chair. Quickly deciding it would do, he sat down and reached for her as she struggled with one of the buttons. She took his hand; he ushered her to the desk, then removed her glasses, setting them aside. Pushing her computer aside in a one arm swoop, he cleared a path.
“Sit on it,” he said, his voice raspy.
Gently drawing her hands away, he deftly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. Then he reached for her pants, undid the button and zipper until they puddled around her ankles and fell to the ground. Sitting back, his pants zipper undone, he took her all in, his eyes hungry as his groin filled with desire for her.
“Look at your damn body…Jesus Christ…Baby, you are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he drawled in great appreciation as he gently caressed her knee cap.
Grinning, she ran her finger down the center of her breasts, cupped from a silky white bra. He scooted closer to place his hands on her lush thighs, as if she were a cafeteria tray and he was surveying his dessert with sweet anticipation. Without preamble, he slicked his tongue across her stomach, then up and down, dipping it into her navel as he ran his palms across her covered nipples. A light moan escaped from his muse, urging him on as he drew circles on her skin with the tip of his oral pen, outlining unique designs just for her until he returned her navel to kiss it. Her tummy trembled each time he layered her flesh with affection. As he continued, he gently plucked one breast from its confines, then ran a finger over the nipple, feeling it immediately harden to his touch.
“Uhhh…” She leaned back on her hands and sighed when he gave the other breast the same treatment, until they were both hardened and begging for his mouth to emit a delicious heat. Getting to his feet, he looked her in her eyes, then laid a kiss on her supple lips. He did the same to her chin, and her collarbone, until he found himself level with the ‘twins’ he craved to worship.
“Mmmmmm!” He engulfed one, then the other, taking turns, not wishing to pick favorites or make the other jealous. “Your breasts are so soft…I love them,” he managed between delicate sucks.
The dark chocolate Hershey drops felt supple in his mouth as he nursed from the woman, enjoying her femininity to the fullest. Her scent aroused him further and soon he felt her touch meander through his tresses.
“Oh God, yes…that’s my spot.” She hissed, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist.
Ace now loved those tiny titties more than ever. The sweet, little motherfuckers were giving him life.
“That’s your spot, huh…” he panted, sucking a bit harder. Cupping the other one with his hand, he squeezed, causing her to squirm against him. Then he reached between her gaping thighs, ran his fingers over her panties, giving special attention to the place just above her moist slit. Even through the damn white fabric, he could feel her flower budding. Kissing her breasts goodbye, he worked his way down her form, administering the loveliest smooches along his journey. She dug her fingers in his hair a bit harder, no doubt guessing where his thirsty tongue was headed…He had a way one ticket to her soaking wetland of milk and honey.
Snapping his arms around her back, he brought her body closer, delighting in her widened eyes as he watched her watching him. He then leaned forward, slid his tongue up and down over her panties, flicking it faster and faster, burying it deeper and deeper. The only thing stopping his oral penetration was the damn white silk, now slick with pussy Patron. He reared back.
“Take your panties off for me…real slow…”
Swallowing, he watched as she hooked a thumb on each side and leisurely guided them down to her knees. He snatched the damn things off and reclaimed his previous post. She screamed out in pleasure for he was nose deep, pressing the fucking temptress to him so hard he could barely breathe. He inhaled her essence and righteously devoured her pussy as if his life depended on it.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” he mumbled between thirsty laps.
She was so wet, so damn juicy, she filled his mouth in no time flat, and the slurping and sucking of the delicious banquet only grew louder and louder.
“Do you know how good you fucking taste?” He paused, just long enough to utter those words before going back to his feast. Dropping his hands around her ass, he squeezed tight, making her buck against him as he swirled his tongue inside of her sweet zone.
“Damn, Ace! Damn!”
“I warned you…” He sucked on her clit, bringing it tight between his lips and drawing hard before releasing it, then rapidly flicked the tip of his whipping tongue across it, over and over and over, until she could barely sit up straight. “…that when we do it…”
“Ahhhh!” she screamed, pulling on his hair as another orgasm rolled from her quaking hips.
“… you wouldn’t want to stop. I meant what I said...”
He gulped her juices, getting hig
h off of her excitement and soon, she shook violently as she came harder than ever — a third time.
“Ahhhh! Shit! Oh God! Ace! Shit!”
A part of him wanted to crack up, hard. He rarely heard the woman curse, and the way it sounded rolling from her mouth was beautifully hysterical. He gave her a few moments to settle, then made quick work of removing his pants and kicking them under the desk. He delighted in the way her eyes landed on his light gray boxers. The head of his cock bobbed out the slit, and he was damn proud of his endowments, happy to finally let her see that she would get everything she’d more than likely hoped for. More importantly, he knew how to use the thing, and he was about to let her find out. Brooklyn slicked her tongue over her lips and swallowed as she leaned toward him…closer, then closer still.
“Uh uh…” he warned, pushing his hand out, stopping her. “No blow job right now…”
He’d been waiting weeks for this. No, he wanted to be inside of her. Right now, it was all about Brooklyn, and her sweet, lovely pussy…
He took her arm and abruptly yanked her from the desk, bringing her over his crotch. “Pull my underwear off…”
Winked at him, the little fiend dropped to her knees before he could stop her. She yanked them down and popped the head of his now fully exposed and erect cock into her mouth, sucking that motherfucker like the last popsicle on Earth.
“Ahhhh, fuck!”
Ace reared back, gripped the armrests as she proved to him that she, too, was a master at oral affections. Unable to utter a word, he gasped and pressed on his toes, rearing back as his balls tightened and constricted from the delightful tongue massage.
“Ace, your dick is big, baby.” A wicked smile curled her full mouth “…’nd juicy...” She hummed against his hot flesh as she wrapped her hands around the damned thing and sucked it hard and tight, drawing a thin strand of pre-cum from the head. Stopping briefly, she pulled away, then devoured it again, making him grit his damned teeth.