My blood is boiling with lust. My entire body is demanding more, harder, sharper. He moves a hand down and at the same moment pulls out his tongue. I manage to look down at him to see what he’s up to and feel sweat dripping down my forehead. Before I know it, my clit is captured between his merciless lips and his finger digs into me. I cry out as the tip of his finger hits my sensitive points deep inside. My eyes remain locked on his. He’s staring up at me with an astounded expression. His eyes grow wide. His eyebrows are raised. I feel ashamed, as if a secret part of me is revealed to him.
He trusts his finger mercilessly, his lips rough around my clit. There’s no stopping now. No amount of will power can prevent the powerful orgasm taking over my body. The warm sensation that starts deep inside my belly spreads all around my weak torso, wrecking me with its supremacy. My entire body freezes as I let myself go with the orgasm that’s overpowering me. I can attest I haven’t come this violently before. Just with his tongue and finger, Ace gifted me an orgasm much better than anything else I’d had before.
Just as with every beautiful thing, this too has an end. A lump of sadness forms in my throat. This must be it; the little death the French talk about. I’m dying after reaching the nirvana, experiencing the highest of sensations first hand. The higher I fly, the harder I fall. My body is under shock. My soul is shaking uncontrollably. I can’t stop falling.
A strong feeling of remorse fills me in. My heart is hammering painfully beneath my chest with the need to bond. Why? Why can’t I enjoy a simple sexual experience with a man without developing feelings for him? What is wrong with me? I’m reckless to let this happen, having known of my weakness for quite some time now.
I saw it coming. I knew sex with Ace wouldn’t be just a casual hook-up. The signs were clear; the coconut oil he rubbed me with didn’t have any special ingredient in it. It was Ace’s hand that magically drove me wild. But, never have I imagined a man was capable of giving me this level of pleasure in its purest form. My body is still trembling with the aftershock of the orgasm. My mind is a blur. My soul yearns to connect and share this unique experience.
With Ace. Fuck!
I’m a lost cause. No joy comes for me without a follow-up sacrifice. I should have gone with JJ from the beginning. His able hands and mouth would have given me a great orgasm, too, and I wouldn’t have this uncomfortable guilt of letting someone into the depths of my soul.
“Are you okay?” Ace asks, glancing up at me, still on his knees.
“Yes,” I snap and slide my leg down. His gaze is tender, and soft, and makes me feel all the more embarrassed for my neediness. I don’t want him to dive deeper into my heart.
I turn to JJ and reach up to kiss him, hoping his kiss will erase the strange feeling swarming over my body and my heart. He cups my buttocks and wraps my legs around him, his hard cock pressing against my opening. “Take me,” I whisper to his ear. His kiss grows deeper with my words, and he throws me over to the bed, falling on top of me as I fall.
I close my eyes and savor his kiss, working hard to not compare it with Ace’s. I slip my hands through his thick brown hair and press my lips harder against his. After minutes of breathless kissing, he pulls up, snatches a foil package on the bed, tears it open, and quickly rolls it down his long, hard shaft. I moan as he adjusts his cock against my entrance and eases into me.
“Yes!” Make me forget. Make me forget.
JJ smiles down at me and moves to hover over me while driving his cock deeper into me, stretching me. “Jesus, Lindsay, you’re so tight.”
“And you’re very—” My sentence is cut off by a pair of hostile lips taking over my own.
Ace parts my lips forcefully and shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hand cups my chin possessively as his tongue pushes inside and attacks mine. Something has to be said about his vicious tongue. It was inside of me not five minutes ago and still isn’t tired enough to give up conquering my body. I moan into his mouth at his unexpected yet delicious attack, surrendering all too quickly.
Ace moves his hand down to my throat, squeezing me but not enough to restrict my breathing. I’m sure he’s trying to convey to me his fury for not letting him inside my body. He bites my tongue. Not too painfully, though, just enough to make me flinch with shock. Guiding my tongue into his mouth, he sucks it gently yet possessively.
I quiver and squirm at his wicked ministrations. His hand wanders over my chest and cups my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple. I cry out with the pain of it. He breaks our kiss to tend to my hurting nipple, licking it gently, then mouthing it fully. My body arches toward him, begging him to do the same to every inch of me.
JJ picks up the speed, shaking my body with each trust, growling above me. His thumb is rubbing my clit, while Ace continues his intoxicating treatments with his mouth on my other breast. His tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing it mercilessly. I’m breathless. My entire body is hot and pulsating with raw sensations consuming every inch of my being. I grasp the bed sheet in an effort to get some control back to my body. But it’s useless. At this rate and intensity, I’ll explode with a much stronger orgasm. It’ll be loud and tearful. The feeling is so strong, I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind in the process. I groan and bite my lower lips.
All of a sudden, Ace disconnects from my body, taking his warm hands and wet mouth from my oversensitive skin. I swallow hard, glaring at him, feeling abandoned and angry at his startling move. Does he know I’m this close to the explosion of my life? Does he even have the slightest idea of what he’s taking away from me?
I blink several times. A part of me has the delusion that he’s tired, just taking a break, and will go on showering me with his carnal attention in a few short seconds. He smirks and glares at me with a clear case of “How have you enjoyed my little game” written all over his face. Fuck him for being so selfish and cruel. He owns an entire establishment dedicated to sexual pleasure, yet he’s denying it to me.
I breathe heavily through my nostrils. My body continues shaking but this time from anger and frustration. Tearing my eyes away from Ace, I turn back to JJ and lift my hands to pull him in. When his face is close to mine, I reach up and suck his lips. I don’t need Ace to climax. JJ is as good as he is, if not better. I shift to roll and push JJ under me. Placing my hands on his chest to support my body while he’s lying on his back beneath me, I move up and down his cock with swift moves and watch it fuck my vagina.
JJ’s eyes close. He’s groaning and breathing heavily. “I’m gonna come soon if you keep up the pace.”
He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock deeper into me. I moan, louder than I normally would, just to take revenge on Ace. I know it’s silly. I should concentrate only on JJ and his cock throbbing inside me.
Ace steps back from the bed and turns around. I see him pick up a cell phone from the nightstand and hear him speak something into it with a faint voice. Though my body is busy riding JJ, my mind is hyper-alert to Ace. His eyes don’t leave me; he’s intently watching me getting fucked by JJ.
Seconds later, the door opens, I turn to see a beautiful girl with waist-length and curly red hair and pale-white skin stroll into the suite. She’s completely naked, save for the strands of hair covering her breasts, and not a bit ashamed of it. With each step she takes toward Ace, her tall, delicate body moves like that of a dancer. Her eyes brighten up with a sensual smile that’s directed to him.
“Hi, boss.” Her voice is musical and full of intimacy. Who is she? And, why the fuck is she sliding her hand over Ace’s chest down to his abs. Ace’s cock is hard and slightly touching her skin. “Want me to take care of it?” She starts to kneel, but Ace holds her hand up. “Go over to the table and spread your legs.”
She nods, turning toward JJ and me briefly. Her smile widens at the sight of JJ. “Looks like I’m late to the fun.”
“Hello, babe,” JJ responds and lets his eyes sweep her up and down. How dare he? I dig my fingers into JJ’s shoulder to deflect his attention back
to me. He gets my point immediately and grabs my neck with one hand and smashes his lips into mine. I grind my hips against him, hoping to reset my nerves to the pre-orgasmic state.
“Hmm, you don’t need that, boss.” I hear the girl speaking. I’m dying to see what they’re up to but I’m momentarily stopped by JJ’s kiss. When JJ’s lips move down to my neck, I use the opportunity and tilt my head toward Ace. He’s slipping a condom down on his cock as the girl is petting the places on his chest that I rubbed a few minutes ago.
A sudden wave of sheer jealousy constricts my chest. My heart stops when Ace lifts his hand and runs it on her breasts. I watch them, paralyzed, terrified as their bodies connect through Ace’s cock as he slides into her, and the girl moans with delight. Ace kneads her breasts, pulling them, and the girl moves forward, wrapping her long arms around his neck.
I can’t look away, although I’m feeling physical pain at the sight of Ace giving pleasure to another woman while he’s lost in her. He bends and drops his head on her shoulder, and she squirms, possibly because he’s biting her there. His hands move down and cup her ass, pushing her closer to him, and he starts fucking her with a furious speed.
Why doesn’t he just grab a knife and stab it into my heart? He doesn’t even look at my side; he’s completely gone for her.
Is he punishing me for choosing JJ over him? Do I mean something to him? Is that why he’s trying to make me feel jealous? Or perhaps it’s just a game for him, a little trick to excite his clients. I must say he’s excellent at it, whatever it is he’s aiming for. A rush of boiling anger that I’ve known only on the day of my niece’s death surfaces to my conscious. My heart feels like it will explode with the power of it. I want to hurt someone, that someone being Ace.
I can’t do this. I can’t, for the life of, me continue feigning enjoying JJ, while torturing myself with watching Ace screwing another girl. JJ must have noticed the change in my mood and is staring at me with curious eyes.
I lean to his ear and whisper, “I’d like to stop this if you don’t mind.”
He gets the rest of my untold message and slides out of me. I leave a soft kiss on his cheek to thank him for his understanding and watch him leave. Now I have to decide what to do. I can get the fuck out of PE and out of Ace’s life, or stay and fight for what I want, although what I want is bordering on impossible.
As always, I chose what’s not good for me. If my brain had any power over me, I’d most likely be living a happier life, yet, here I am, stubbornly inventing new ways to torture myself. I’m the walking definition of masochist for getting on my feet and strolling toward Ace and the girl he’s fucking, as if watching them from afar wasn’t painful enough.
Even though my heart aches at the sight of someone else having what I desire, I can’t deny the extremely arousing sight of their fucking. The girl can’t keep her eyes open, while Ace squeezes her body between his strong arms. Her soft squeals are in rhythm with his thrusts, and I wish it was me he was devouring.
Ace doesn’t look at me for long moments after JJ is gone. He’s staring at the girl, who can’t keep her eyes open and her mouth closed. I’d leave them alone, if I was sure it was what Ace wanted, too. The fact that he’s ignoring me, at least trying to appear so, is proof enough for me that he’s using the girl to get revenge on me.
He’s a professional; his clients’ needs and interests should precede his feelings. But, instead of showing me the attention I want and paid for, he’s choosing to punish me for my own little game. Which goes to show he’s acting with his emotions. He’s probably cross with me. I smile at the thought and lift my hand to caress his shoulder. His eyes fall closed at the touch, and I notice his pace slows down. Good.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, my lips too close to his skin, and I watch goose bumps form on the area of his arm my breath touches. My lips graze softly on his skin and trail along the contour of thick muscles. He’s much taller than I, so I have a long way to go until my lips reach his shoulder.
He’s keeping up with his avoiding game. I move my hand up, running it through his hair, and grasp a strand to drag his face down to mine. His eyes snap open, as expected, and he shoots me a stern glare. As if that’ll scare me in the least.
Parting my lips, I attack his mouth and kiss him with all the anger boiling in me. He kisses me back and soon it turns into a game of who can hurt the other most. He bites my tongue. I dig my nails into his skin. He places his hand against my buttocks to press me hard against the side of his body until I can’t breathe. I tug at his hair harder. He slaps my buttocks. I sneak my arm around the girl’s leg to reach down for his balls, cupping them not so gently. But he doesn’t let go of the girl, and just for that fact alone, he’s winning the hurting game.
Instead of squeezing his balls harder, I begin massaging them, brushing his condom-coated shaft whenever it slides out of the girl’s vagina. His kiss softens, deepens, and makes me moan with pleasure. His hand moves up and he wraps his arm around my waist. His thumb draws small circles on the side of my belly. I pull my hand away from his hair, drag it down to his buttocks. Their firmness is marvelous. I want to go down and lick them each until my tongue gets tired. I slide a finger between the cracks of his ass cheeks and begin massaging his opening.
His lips and tongue stops moving, but his hips pick up the speed until he’s practically pounding into the girl. Her screams fill the room as she lies flat on her back on the table. I go on massaging, and soon Ace’s anus opens up to me. I ease the tip of my finger slowly, tenderly, surely into him. He throws his head back, making soft sounds. His eyes close tightly.
I plaster my lips against his biceps and continue massaging his balls with my other hand. With this much stimulation, he should come with an explosive orgasm. His body stiffens, his hips stopping abruptly, and he groans like a hurt animal. Before I know it, he slides out of the girl, grabs my arm, and hauls me onto the bed. I fall face-first onto the mattress.
“Get out,” he screams, I think, to the girl and rips the condom off of his cock, tossing it on the floor. As soon as the girl leaves and closes the door, Ace strides forward, places a knee between my legs on the bed, and presses his palm on the small of my back, pushing me hard against the bed. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” he yells at me.
I freeze on the spot, can’t move even if I dare. I think I’ve never been this scared in my life. Not even when Macey Williams kidnapped me.
The Revenge - ACE
Tasting Lindsay’s climax on my tongue had the same effect of a thousand dollar Martini on my taste buds. Once you taste that exquisiteness, everything else will taste nasty, like cheap wine. I could devour her for hours, never getting tired of her special sweet flavor, intoxicating scent, swollen softness of her flesh, uncontrollable twitches of her body, and her moans. Oh, her moans…
She was like a feast; perfect for my palate and willingly giving herself to me, yielding to my desire. I saw trust in her eyes. Trust to my capability to make her experience something extraordinary, help her see something she’d never see otherwise. And, when she did and fell apart into my mouth and my finger, I wanted to hold her there, in that position, forever, watching her loose herself to me and with me. The only incentive for me to stop and pull my mouth away from her was to let my cock feel her depths too.
I burned with the desire to fill her insides and stretch her to my size, make her cry with pain and pleasure. I wanted to reach to the highest of the peaks together with her, looking deep into her eyes as she gave herself to me completely.
But, no.
She had to fuck with my mind and choose JJ over me. Why she would do such a thing is beyond anything I’ve known and seen among women. After years of observing them losing themselves in the arms of their lovers, I thought I gained enough expertise to forecast their next steps.
But, not Lindsay’s.
She’s the most unpredictable creature who’s crossed my way. She’s been the root of my sleepless nights and inexpl
icable headaches since she showed up in my life. And, now she is the cause of the most painful hard-on I’ve come to experience.
As if seeing JJ fuck her wasn’t torturous enough, I had to listen to her moans too. Even being fucked by another man, she looked delectable, arousing. Despite my annoyance, I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying her. I kissed her like never before. I savored her lips, her tongue, and then her breasts. I have no doubt her moans got louder because of me. My kisses gave her more pleasure than JJ’s cock inside her. Yet, even that obvious fact didn’t convince her to dump JJ and take me instead.
So, I had to do what I could to cool off and called Jennifer. Even while a quick hand stroking would have finished me off, I was lucky enough to find a beautiful and willing woman to relish. I closed my eyes and made myself believe that it was Lindsay and not Jennifer who was taking me inside her. It wasn’t a difficult mission, because Lindsay’s taste was still on my tongue. Her scent was still the only thing my nose could detect. It was her face that I saw in the darkness. My ears could hear only her moans.
*
Seconds pass. Maybe minutes. Lindsay’s moans stop, and I hear whispers, then the door closing. I open my eyes and from the corner of my eye see Lindsay approaching. I feel her fingertips on my arm and her warm breath against my skin. She’s teasing me with all her power. Kissing me, whispering to me how sexy I look. Dirty, old tricks. I now see what kind of woman she is. She loves chasing and wants what she can’t get. Just like a man. That’s why she didn’t have me when she could, and now that I’m fucking another woman, she’s flying around me, like a bee after a flower.
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