by Andria Large
Chapter Three
~Nicole~
Jesus Christ, how much liquor was in those drinks? I'm hammered after only three of them, but they tasted soooo good I couldn’t stop myself. I thought you weren't going to get drunk? I wasn't trying to! Am I talking to myself? Did I just answer? Shit, I am really drunk! I suck down the last of my third drink when Ace stands and holds his hand out to me. I look up at him through glassy eyes. He's taken off his leather jacket and is in just his gray T-shirt now. He nods toward the dance floor. Ooookay! I set down my glass on the table in front of me and stand. I sway but Ace grabs my arm and steadies me. I giggle and let him pull me into his strong arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his. His eyes darken and he smiles naughtily as he starts walking backward toward the dance floor with me still wrapped up in his arms.
Ace finds a spot in the mass of writhing bodies and wedges his hard thigh between mine as we start to move to the music. His hands are roaming all over my back, sides, and ass. Our hips jam together and there is no doubt that he is extremely turned on. The rigid length of his dick is pressed snuggly against my pelvic region, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want his cock somewhere else at the moment. Inside of me, maybe? Yeah, that'd be good.
Dammit, I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I'm not thinking clearly. I don't want to be some one night stand for him. But he's not playing fair with those sexy crystal blue eyes and sensual lips of his. Why does he have to be so damn gorgeous?
I don't even know how long we’ve been dry humping for – because basically, that's what we're doing – before I feel Ace's mouth at my neck. His warm lips kiss a trail up to my ear. His hand palms my ass and gives it a squeeze as he nips at my ear.
"You are so fucking sexy, I want you so badly right now," he rasps in my ear.
"I'm not a slut," I slur even though I know I'm going to end up fucking him, because seriously, I really, really want to.
"I never said you were."
Fuck it. As soon as the words leave his lips, I kiss him. I'm not talking a little peck either. This is a full on make-out session right here. Our teeth bump and our tongues clash together. He tastes like cranberry juice and it's freaking delicious. He moans and thrusts his hands into my hair. I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as he takes control. Heat quickly pools between my legs.
I know I shouldn't be doing this; I shouldn't be kissing him, and I definitely shouldn't let it lead to other things, but dammit, I'm drunk and I really can't find it in myself to care. I claw the back of his head as I press my aching breasts against his solid chest. It's been a while since I've had sex, and yeah, I really need it right now.
Ace wraps an arm around my waist and starts propelling me backwards. We bump into a few people but no one seems to care. We're still kissing as we're moving, mind you. Suddenly, my back slams into a wall and Ace's hard body pins me against it, his mouth back at my neck. I gasp as his large hand covers my breast and squeezes. He drags his mouth up to my ear, his goatee scraping my skin the whole way. I shudder, damn, that feels awesome.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growls.
Thank god he has me pressed against the wall because I swear my knees would have never held me up after hearing that. No guy has ever talked even the least bit dirty to me. Apparently, I like it. At least when I'm drunk, anyway.
I have no idea where in the club we are, but it seems like a dark hallway. Ace once again wraps me up in his arms and moves me. This time his hand slams into a door and we stumble through. I have a moment to realize that we've stumbled into the men's bathroom. There are actually a few guys standing at the urinals as Ace propels me toward the handicap stall.
"Really, Ace?" I hear Beau's voice drawl.
"Shut the fuck up," Ace mutters before closing us in the large stall and locking the door.
Once again, Ace shoves me up against the wall. I gotta say, I am really loving the rough handling, it's really freaking hot! He kisses me hard as his hand immediately lands between my legs. He groans when he realizes that I'm not wearing panties.
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
I snicker against his mouth, making him smile, too. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, while reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a condom. As he opens it, I reach into the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs and palm his rock hard cock. His very nice sized rock hard cock. He hisses out a breath, his hips thrusting forward into my hand. Oh god, I can't wait to have this beautiful man inside of me.
"Fuck me," I breathe. Holy shit! Did I just say that?
Ace's eyes practically roll back into his head for a second before he springs into action. He shoves his pants down his thighs, rolls the condom on, yanks my dress up over my hips, and then lifts me up. I instantly wrap my arms and legs around him. He uses his chest to press me back into the wall to help hold me up. One hand is clutching one of my ass cheeks while the other is being used to guide himself into me. He presses in slowly. His eyes are locked onto mine the entire time he's entering me. Talk about sexy. I gasp when he's finally completely inside. Oh god, he feels so good.
He leans in and kisses me softly as he starts to move. Our noses brush and our lips catch on each other's as he goes. I moan low, trying to keep as quiet as possible because of where we are. I don't think sex has ever felt this good before. I don't know if it's the excitement that other people may be listening, or possibly just the serious attraction to each other that we have? Whatever it is, it feels amazing.
"Goddamn baby, you feel so fucking good," Ace pants before smashing his mouth against mine.
I moan into his mouth. He thrusts into me over and over. I swear I've died and gone to heaven. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and grip his dark hair. I yank Ace's head back by his hair and bite his bottom lip. He blows out a harsh breath and I know that he’s trying not to cry out. I tighten my legs around him as his rhythm picks up.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Ace pants.
"Yes," I breathe.
And it's true. I can feel the orgasm building. I'm shocked actually because I usually don't come by just penetrative sex, I usually need some clitoral stimulation too. But this time is different. I drop my head back against the wall as my body coils tight. I'm right on that edge. Ace drops his mouth to my neck and runs his tongue in a line up to my ear.
"Do it, Nicole. I wanna feel you come around my cock," he whispers.
Well, shit, doesn't that just set me off? My breath catches in my throat as my orgasm explodes out of me. I whimper as my core contracts around him. My whole body is trembling and it takes everything I have not to scream out. Ace's grip on my ass tightens and I'll be surprised if I don't have bruises of his fingers there in the morning.
"Ace," I mewl.
"Fuck, yes," he hisses.
He shoves up into me a few more times before he orgasms with a final thrust and a grunt. Ace drops his forehead to mine as we struggle to stay upright. I can feel him shaking; most likely from his orgasm and the exertion of holding me up. He leans in and kisses me languidly and something emotional shifts between us as he kisses me. The kiss seems like more than just an after sex kiss. It's like he's trying to convey his feelings through it, which is ridiculous because we've only known each other for a week. What kind of feelings could be possibly have for me other than sexual attraction?
Ace slowly pulls away and helps me set my feet back on the ground. We clean up as best as we can and straighten our clothes. Ace stares at me for a moment, a soft smile on his face.
"What?" I ask curiously.
He shakes his head. "You look thoroughly fucked. It’s a beautiful look on you." He smirks, reaching out to fix my hair.
I smile drunkenly and reach up to fix his messed up hair. "Ditto."
He chuckles and kisses me again. "We better get outta here before I try for round two."
I hum my agreement as he takes my hand and opens the stall door. Luckily, no on
e is in the bathroom. I glance in the mirror to make sure that I look okay. And I do, thank god. Makeup is still in place. Hair is okay. Dress is fine.
"You look gorgeous," Ace murmurs, his eyes looking at me with a fondness that has my heart fluttering in my chest.
I smile and let him lead me out of the bathroom. We enter the darkened club and find our way back to the couches where everyone is hanging out. Well, Beau and Lizette aren't there, they are on the dance floor. Dean is sitting on the couch with some chick that he must have found in the club. She's sitting in his lap, kissing his neck. His eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side, giving her better access. I shake my head. He might be the next one in the bathroom.
Ace sits on the couch and pulls me down onto his lap. The waitress shows up and we order more drinks. I glance around because I can feel the death glare on me. Yup, there she is, Hillary, giving me the nastiest look that I've ever seen. She's standing at the edge of the dance floor, staring at me. Her gaze is livid. And of course, being as hammered as I am, I shoot her the finger. Her eyes flash furiously.
Ace notices what I'm doing and chuckles. He then grabs my face and kisses me, a teasing, deliberate kiss to piss her off even more. I'm sure that this is just cranking her up and is probably going to make her explode at some point, but I don't really care. She can go kick rocks.
~Ace~
I wake slowly the next morning. The sun is shining through a crack in the curtains and landing right on my face. A soft female sigh has me turning my head to the left where I see a mass of dark brown hair peeking out from under the covers. Last night's events come back to me in a rush. Mmm, Nicole. She was fucking amazing. I had her in the bathroom at the club then we came back here to her room and had sex a few more times before passing out. She likes it rough and so do I. I swear each time we did it, it got better and better.
I roll over and snuggle up against her back, wrapping my arm around her waist. She shifts back against me for a moment before she gasps and squirms away, shooting up into a sitting position. She looks back at me, her eye makeup smudged under her eyes, but as gorgeous as ever. She looks around the room as if trying to figure out where she is before she groans and drops her face into her hands.
"Oh my god," she breathes.
I reach out and touch her bare back. "Hey, you okay?" I ask, thinking that maybe she's feeling sick and needs to throw up.
"What the hell did I do?" she whispers. She slips out of bed, taking the top cover with her, and stands there next to it. "You need to go," she croaks as she arranges the cover around her naked body.
I frown. "What? Why?" I ask in confusion, sitting up.
"I'm such an asshole. I just became the one thing that I swore not to become, another notch on your bedpost. Fuck, I'm no better than Hillary..." she rambles.
"Whoa, what are you talking about?" I ask, taken aback by the direction of her thoughts.
She starts toward the bathroom, waving a dismissive hand. "Nothing, just...can you please leave?"
I toss the sheet aside and get out of the bed, starting after her. "No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell your problem is," I demand.
She whirls around, her mouth open, probably about to give me shit, but she sees that I'm naked and sighs heavily, slapping her thigh with her hand. "Can you please put some clothes on?"
I cross my arms over my chest and cock an eyebrow at her. "No, not until you tell me what you're blabbering about."
She gives me a hard stare. "I became 'just another dancer that you fucked,' that's what I'm blabbering about. But don't worry, I'm not like Hillary, I don't have any delusions that you're going to end up as my boyfriend or anything. Yup, just go ahead and add me to your list of one night stands," she says bitterly. "I can't believe I fucking did that. I'm never drinking again."
With that, she turns and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I stare at the door in confusion. Was that just a one-night stand? Okay, I'll admit that I hadn't thought about what I would consider her after this. I guess I just figured that we would continue sleeping together. I'm not really looking for anything more at the moment. I mean, I do like her a lot, but do I want to be tied down to one woman? I don't know about that. I've been single for close to a year now and I kinda like it.
I turn and head back toward the bed. Bending over, I grab my underwear and put them on. Maybe it is best if I leave. I quickly get dressed, grab my shit, and go. I start down the hall toward the elevator. I rake my hand through my hair just as my phone rings. I dig it out of my pocket and check the screen. It's my bodyguard, Alex.
"Hey man, what's up?" I answer.
"What's up?! Dude, where the fuck are you? You took off in a cab last night and I have no idea where you are!" he barks into the phone.
"I'm at the hotel where the dancers are staying," I reply.
Since we are doing rehearsals in New York, I'm able to stay at my place until the tour starts, which is great because once we go on tour it's nothing but hotels, buses, airplanes, and cramped spaces. At least in my house, I have tons of space since I live alone.
"Do you need me to come to you?" Alex asks.
"Uh, yeah...yeah, that might be a good idea. Bring me a hat and sunglasses, too," I murmur.
I quickly turn back toward Nicole's room. I hadn't even thought about the chance of someone seeing me. Without a bodyguard or a ride, I'd be a sitting duck, probably getting mobbed as soon as I hit the lobby.
"I'll be in room 625," I say to Alex.
"Alright, be there in twenty minutes," he says and I can hear the irritation in his tone.
We hang up and I shove my phone back into my pocket. Alex is a great guy and an even better bodyguard. He's been with me since the early years and we've become really good friends, even though I annoy the ever living shit out of him most of the time. And I know that he's pissed about last night. It's not the first time that I ditched him and jumped in a cab without telling him where I was going. I'm sure he's going to rip me a new one for it, too.
I stop in front of Nicole's door. I really don't want to do this, but where else am I supposed to go? I knock then wait. A minute later the door opens and Nicole is standing there, now dressed in a tank top and shorts. Her face is freshly washed but her expression is closed off. I find that I don't like that look on her face. I don't like that she's hiding what she's feeling from me.
"I thought you left," she says evenly.
"Yeah, I forgot that I'm famous and don't have a ride or a bodyguard, so can I just hang here until he gets here?" I sigh.
She hesitates for a second before stepping back and letting me in. I go over to the table and pull out the chair. I sit down and rest my elbow on the table so I can prop my head against my fist. Nicole goes over and sits on the bed. The silence stretches out for a couple of minutes and I can't take it anymore. She's looking everywhere but at me and it really irks me.
"Things don't have to be awkward between us, Nicole," I mutter.
She scoffs and shakes her head.
"I'm serious. It’s not like we can't still be friends."
"Oh, really? Are you still friends with all of the other women you've slept with? Cause, I mean, you and Hillary seem like the best of buddies," she snaps, finally turning her angry gaze at me.
"Hillary's a nutcase, and why are you mad at me?" I reply.
She makes an aggravated noise. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself for letting last night happen. I'm never that stupid. We had sex in the bathroom for Christ's sake!"
"And it was incredible." I say with a lopsided grin and wink at her.
I can see her fighting off a smile. She wants to stay mad but is having a hard time.
"It's going to be awkward for me now; everyone who was there with us knows exactly what happened. How am I supposed to show my face again?" she huffs.
"Ya know, most women would kill for the chance to sleep with me and they would wear that shit like a gold medal," I drawl, raising an eyebrow at he
r.
She gives me a bland look. "Don't flatter yourself, dickhead."
"I love it when you curse at me," I purr.
Finally, she barks out a laugh.
"There's that gorgeous smile. Come on, Nicole, last night was great, probably the best sex I've ever had. I don't want things to be weird between us," I say, giving her my best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip.
She smirks and rolls her eyes. "Best sex you've ever had, huh?"
I smile rakishly. "Without a doubt," I say sincerely, crossing my heart.
She chuckles. "You are something else, Ace Vaughn."
I get up and go sit next to her on the bed. I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. "And if you ever want to get in my pants again, all you have to do is ask."