Ace

by Laramie Briscoe

  He glances over at me, his brow crinkled in a frown. “Woman, have you not felt the heat between us when we kiss? Have you not felt the reaction of my body when you’re close to me? Because I sure as fuck have noticed how our breath speeds up, how your nipples harden behind those thin bras you wear, the way your gaze focuses on my lips.” He reaches over, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Like it’s doing right now.”

  I let my tongue catch the pad of his thumb. “Mmm.” He shifts in his seat. “There’s no way we aren’t going to be fire when we finally get together. I’m not saying that has to be tonight, but if you want some good old fashion necking and dry humping, I’m your guy too. Basically whatever you need, I’ll give to you.”

  Mind blown. How has no one scooped this guy up? How has no one realized the type of person who hides behind the jokes and the ultimate dare-devil personality. He so badly wants to be a part of something, and all he’s asking is to be a part of a unit called us. How can I ever deny him that?

  * * *

  As we enter Anthony’s side of the duplex, my heart is pounding. I’ve obviously been here before, but in a much different set of circumstances than tonight. The sound of his keys hitting the catch-all next to the door is loud in the space. We both take our shoes off and set them by the door, then we stand awkwardly next to one another.

  “This is your show, baby. You set the pace.”

  Anxiety bubbles up in my stomach as the reality of the situation hits me full force. I’ve taken my heels off and now I don’t come up much higher than his chest. Now having been given the option, I’m not sure what I want to do with it. Lifting my eyes up to his, I inhale deeply. His normally clear eyes are darker with passion and desire. Tentatively I reach my hands out to smooth across his abdomen. The tension between us is thick, the air heavy with the weight of arousal that’s been flowing between us for so long. Lifting up on my tiptoes, I lean in, pressing our lips together. Pushing my body against his, hoping to fit myself against all the nooks and crannies that are his.

  It’s a slow press, as we tilt into one another. Almost in a lazy haze, I pry his lips apart, before sneaking my tongue against his. Large male hands come up to the back of my neck, resting against the skin, not pushing or encouraging, just letting me know they’re there. Nipping slightly at his lower lip, I love the sound he makes deep in his throat before he deepens the kiss. It’s a growl, a moan, a sound of desperate hunger. It’s everything I’ve wanted and more.

  Now he’s pushing against my lips, taking my mouth with his, giving me everything I want. Everything I crave. Clenching my fingers in his shirt, I pull at the fabric, lifting it above the waistband of his jeans. I push it up until I can’t go any further. Separating our lips, he lets go of me, reaches behind him, and pulls it over his head. It’s a total alpha male move, one I’ve seen in movies a hundred times. It gets me even hotter than it normally does. This is Anthony, and he’s mine to do with whatever I please.

  My gaze roams his body, taking in the ridges of his abs, and the smoothness of his chest. His jeans ride low on his hips, the “V” visible to my hungry eyes.

  “You’re killin’ me, Vi.” His voice is guttural, full of gravel and need. I love everything about it.

  “I’m not sure what to do with you,” I admit, my heart pounding.

  He turns the tables on me. “I know exactly what to do with you, sweetness.”

  My breath hitches, voice husky as I speak. “Do it, please, just do it.”

  Leaning down, he grabs me around the thighs. His strong fingers dent my skin as he hitches me up to his waist, spreading me so that my bare skin is against his. Those full lips of his take control of mine as he carries me over to the couch, laying me down as he covers my body with his.

  Pulling away for a second, I hear the question. “Is this okay?” Before he smears his mouth down my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin where it connects to my shoulder. We’ve been here before, but I appreciate the way he makes sure I’m good with whatever’s happening. Brent never cared.

  Get him out of your head, Violet. Anthony is nothing like Brent. They aren’t even in the same area code.

  “Perfect.” I sigh, widening my thighs so he can rest more fully against my aching core.

  “I’m not going to fuck you right now.” He hooks his fingers in the neckline of my dress, pulling to expose the lace of my bra. “But I’m going to make you feel damn good.”

  While I’m disappointed he’s not going to fuck me, I can live with it. “It’s probably for the best.” I sigh out a breath as he attaches his lips to my neck.

  Pulling back, he nods. “Yeah, if I go in now, I’m not lasting three strokes. No kidding about it. You’ve got me right where you want me I’m sure, but I’d much prefer to give you a good time. I want to do all the things I’ve been wanting to do to you. Will you let me do that?”

  One of his hands pushes up my thigh and rests against the matching lace of my panties. His other is still working to expose my bra.

  “Yes,” I agree, thrusting my chest into the palm of his hand. “Yes to all the things you want to do to me.”

  “All the things?” He lifts his head, eyebrow raised, sexy smirk on his face.

  “All the things. Every single thing.”

  And that’s when I hang on for dear life.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Ace

  Violet and I have been doing this delicate dance for a while. Since the first moment we met, for sure, but as we’ve gotten closer, it’s been harder for me to ignore the way she makes me feel. The way I want to make her feel. Tonight, I don’t have to and the fact is, I don’t want to.

  “Come with me.” I grab her hand, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom. I’m sick of being on couches with her, cramped and pressed for time. Tonight we’re taking this to my king-size bed. I want to lay her out, have room to work, and be able to show her what I can do.

  Pushing her back against the mattress, I trail my hands up under her skirt, feeling for the barrier that’s been holding her back from me all night. Once I find the lace of her panties, I tug them down her thighs, tossing them behind me.

  “Ace,” she moans when I come up on my knees, shoving her thighs apart. For a moment, I stare at her, wondering how I got to be so lucky, how this woman chose me out of anyone else she could have chosen. When she uses the name that my friends call me, it does things to me. The way her husky voice says it like a prayer.

  Using my hands, I spread her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders and dive in, taking her pleasure with me. Using my thumbs, I make room for my tongue, licking at her clit, moving faster when she pushes against my face.

  “Don’t stop.” She grabs hold of my hair, pulling me deeper into her body. “Please don’t stop.”

  Like I would stop? Her taste is an aphrodisiac for me. Opening my mouth wide against her pussy, I give it my all. Using my index and middle fingers, I pump into her warmth, not letting up as she squirms beneath me. With one hand I hold her down, keep her steady so that I can get her off, so I can make her feel good.

  “I’m there,” she pants. “Oh my God, I’m there!” I feel her come against the flat of my tongue. Her thighs tighten against my face, and I keep up as she moves against me. As she all at once presses closer and tries to pull away.

  I’m hard as fuck underneath the pants I wear. When I glance up at her from where I’m still laying between her thighs, our eyes meet, and the arousal I see in her depths is enough to make my cock jerk in response.

  “I want you.” She grabs me up by my shirt, pulling me on top of her. “You made me feel good, now let me return the favor.”

  I don’t know what she means, but as she lifts the dress off her body, and pulls the cups of her lace bra down, I realize I can totally get with whatever the fuck this is going to entail.

  “Take off your pants, Anthony. Everything down below the waist.” With fucking pleasure.

  I take off my shirt too, just in case. And then I
wait. Wait for her to make a move, wait for her to continue this game. It’s hard, but I be what I’ve been since the moment we’ve met. Patient.

  When she presses me back against the headboard and then drops to her elbows in front of me, I don’t think a lot of it, until she closes her mouth around my length. “Holy fuck.” I lean my head against the wood, closing my eyes against the visual.

  I don’t expect the deep swallow, the swirl of her tongue, or her grabbing my balls. All of that is a surprise, but what’s even more surprising is when she gets me nice and wet and then uses her hand to jack me. Getting back on her knees, she gets closer, and when she leans over, I nearly lose my fucking mind because I know what she’s going to do.

  Good little Violet, cups her tits and encloses them around my cock.

  Mind and load completely blown in one fell swoop. As I pant and think of the easiest way to clean up this mess, I realize that I don’t even care. All I care about is the woman who just rocked my world.

  With someone else I might be embarrassed, I might be trying to make an excuse for her to get out here. Not with Violet. I want to know everything about her, I want to talk quietly for hours, and more than anything I want her to know how much she means to me.

  * * *

  “Why don’t you have tattoos?” Her voice is quiet in the darkness of the room.

  I grin, but I know she can’t see it. Instead, I continue trailing my finger along the upper portion of her naked arm, causing her to snuggle in closer to me. My heart pounds against my chest wall as I feel the breath flutter against my skin. I hoped for this, but never dreamed it would come true. No matter how much I look like I believe in myself – most times I really don’t.

  “I’m scared of needles.”

  Her laugh gusts against my skin, causing shivers to ripple the flesh. “You laugh, but I’m serious.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. Every other guy in the MTF is basically covered in tattoos.”

  I roll my eyes. “I wouldn’t call it covered in tattoos, but they have plenty for all of us.”

  “You’re really scared of needles?” She sounds as if she doesn’t believe me.

  “Ask Menace, he had to hold my hand when the department got our flu shots.” I shudder just thinking about it. “I’ve never been a huge fan of them.”

  “But you like to jump out of planes and stuff.” She props her head up on her hand, gazing down at me. She’s in a small sliver of light shining through the curtains.

  “I get my thrills many other ways than having a tattoo done.”

  With the added light, I lift my arm, allowing my finger to trace the pattern the curtain makes on her skin. The way she’s shifted, the blanket has exposed a small portion of her chest, allowing me to follow the sliver of light with the tips of my fingers. I hold her gaze as I open my palm to cup her breast in the darkness, flattening my hand against it as I rub back and forth, worrying the nub. The way her bottom lip pulls between her teeth is the sexiest thing I’ve discovered about her yet. She tilts her head back on her shoulders, thrusting her chest into my touch.

  It was this way earlier when Violet finally surrendered to the electricity that’s been building between us for months. When she gave herself over to it, she gave herself over to me. I toy with her, feeling my own body respond to her, but ignoring the need because I want her to feel all of the things she’s never felt before.

  “Feel good?” My voice is deep with arousal, I want her to hear it, want her to know what she does to me.

  With other women I’ve been selfish, with her I want to be selfless. I want to show her the good things in life, prove to her that not everyone is a bastard. I want for this woman to experience nothing but pleasure. And more than anything, I want to be the man to bring her to the brink of a pleasure so great it almost hurts.

  “Mmm hmmm,” she moans when I situate myself against the head board, and reach down to grab her around the thighs. Once I’ve got a good grip, I spread them, bringing her to straddle my lap.

  “Anthony.” My name is a moan from her lips.

  “Shhh, just let me play. Now, baby, now I’m going to fuck you. Are you protected?” I ask in a voice I don’t even recognize as my own. “Do you trust me?”

  She nods, gasping out on a breathless moan. “Yes, and yes.”

  With other women I’m not like this, I don’t like to direct what their reactions are going to be. Typically I’m more worried about getting off, but with her, I want her pleasure first, last, and always.

  Violet

  My nipples go incredibly hard when I hear the ragged tone of his voice as he tells me he’s going to fuck me. Every time Anthony has touched me, my body has responded in a way it never has before.

  “I’m ready.” I grasp his shoulders with my hands.

  His hand curves around the globes of my ass, cupping it with his palm, as he scoots me up onto my knees. I look down to where he grips the base of his cock, and guides my body over his, and then down onto the length. Throwing my head back, I gasp loudly, because it just feels that damn good. Once I’m seated, his other hand grips the other ass cheek, and he pulls me forward, pushes me back, pulls me forward and pushes me back, setting the pace he wants me to use to ride him.

  “Anthony,” I whisper his name on a breath that gusts out between my open lips. “You feel.” I inhale deeply, whining as he thrusts and withdraws, using my body to set the pace. “Amazing.”

  “So do you, Vi, so do you.” He moves his hand to the front, pushing his palm down my stomach, using his thumb to rub at my clit. I’d thought I was done earlier, but now it throbs as he tilts his hips into mine, those abs of his rippling as he thrusts up into me.

  Letting go of his shoulders, I lean back, putting my hands on his thighs, giving him free reign of my body below the waist. My eyes roll back and my head tilts as he strums my clit. My body moves of its own accord, going after the pleasure it wants, knowing that this is the man who can give it to me. Noises come from deep within my throat, noises I’ve never heard before, I didn’t even know I could make them, as he plays my body.

  “C’mon Vi,” he growls as he lifts those thighs, letting me rest in the cradle of his knees. “Let go for me, come all over my cock, let me be the man to bring you this pleasure.”

  And with those final words, I do, he is. In the midst of it all I know he comes too, and I can’t help but feel proud of myself. Trying to control my breathing, I fall down on his chest, purring contently when he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

  Neither one of us says a word to the other as we both drift off, and I know without a doubt there’s not a safer place for me than in his arms.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Violet

  Football Friday night.

  The phrase is foreign to me. No matter where I’ve lived, I’ve never been a participant. Even last year. After everything that happened with Brent, I couldn’t bring myself to come out and support Caleb, but with this being his senior year, I feel as if I kind of owe it to him.

  Sitting next to Anthony on the bleachers, I have my shaker and we’re ready to go. “How do I know when something good happens?” I ask as he looks at me like he doesn’t want anyone to know we’re even here together.

  “The crowd will let you know, the team will let you know, hell I’ll let you know. Do you know anything about football?”

  “Other than the fact that Whitney loves it?” I shake my head. “No.”

  “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles as he takes a drink of his Coke. “I brought you to a high school football game where these boys could end up state champs, and you have no idea what that even means.”

  “That they’re good?” I giggle, laughing at how annoyed he is.

  “Caleb will be playing for the University of Alabama, Vi. That’s better than good.”

  I gaze out onto the field, trying to figure out what’s going on. It’s a little chilly tonight, which I use as an excuse to snuggle up next to Anthony. “Tell me, wha
t’s happening now.”

  He sighs good-naturedly, but slings his arm around my neck. “It’s the opening kick-off. You see this line?” He points to a group of young men on the field. “They’ll kick the ball, and one of those” – he points to the opposite end – “will return it.”

  “Who are we rooting for?”

  Anthony points to the team set up to receive the kick-off. “Caleb’s number fifty-four. It’s Renegade’s old number which burns Menace’s ass up.” He laughs as he drops a kiss on my cheek.

  “Well Ryan was a great player, so he should be thankful.” I hear Whitney’s voice as she comes to sit next to us, holding Stella in her arms.

  “Renegade working the game?” Anthony asks as he helps her get situated with the toddler.

  “Yeah, but Trevor wanted to come to see Caleb, so we tagged along. Blaze is working the EMS truck tonight. It’s a family affair.” She screams as does the rest of the section we’re sitting in. Her eyes having never left the field after she sat down.

  “What happened?” I completely missed it, and I’m unsure as to why everyone’s yelling and patting each other on the back like they had something to do with the play on the field.

  “Caleb returned the kick-off for a touchdown. He’s no match for these little boys, they may as well go home,” Whitney yells through palms cupped over her mouth.

  As I glance around, I think I may have just stepped into the Twilight zone.

  * * *

  “You okay?” Anthony asks at what I’ve learned is half-time.

  “I’m good, just feeling a little out of my element.”