With one look, that familiar feeling of Jell-O that only he elicits makes its way to my legs. And when I really look at him, that’s when I see it. That familiar smirk pulling at his mouth, his damn dimple out on the loose again, here to taunt me, to make me want to climb him so I can lick it and give it the greeting it deserves for being so bloody sexy.
But I don’t climb him, and neither of us speaks.
Like in an old Western movie, we stand facing each other, preparing for the gunfight about to happen on the seventh floor of my high-rise, waiting the other out. Who’ll be the first to draw? Who’ll be the first to broach the subject weighing on both our minds? I’m dying to speak, but I’m tongue-tied.
I’m caught up in not only the situation, but in him, his presence, the way he’s looking at me. He’s striking; I can’t take my eyes off him. His inky hair is mussed up like he’s been pulling at it for hours. His emerald eyes have a little glint in them, highlighted—of course—by those glasses that only make him hotter. His lips look especially kissable right now and I want them all over my body. Cocking my head, I let my eyes drop, taking him in from toes to nose, like he’s done to me so many times. Ace Ryan offers the promise of being one hell of a sexy thrill ride and if I could right now, then I would definitely hop on. My eyes continue to roam up and down, down and up, hopefully silently conveying how badly I want him, how badly I am hoping that he wants me too—still.
“Ellie.” My head snaps back to his face. There’s a surprising edge to his voice, but relief floods me, seeing a playful grin.
“Ace,” I murmur tentatively.
“And…action,” he calls.
Without hesitation or forethought, it’s as if we both know what to do at the mark. Breaking the mould weighing me down, my feet are released and follow my heart and mind to Ace, who’s striding towards me. Meeting in the middle, our bodies collide at full tilt, our mouths connecting with a jet-fuelled fire that’s inextinguishable, our hands roaming to touch and grip each other everywhere and anywhere we can. Pulling back, rubbing his thumb along my cheek, Ace looks at me with an intensity I feel to the bottom of my soul.
“I can’t believe it was you,” he says, and I close my eyes, working to keep the tears at bay. Placing gentle kisses over my lips, he whispers, “Don’t cry, baby.”
“I’m sorry.” I barely let my words escape, a feeling of enormous guilt consuming me for keeping this a secret from him.
Opening my eyes, we stare, communicating so much without words. Then: “Kiss me, Ellie. That’s all I need right now. I only want you.” He tugs me even closer, if that were possible. Ace and I stand, kissing one another like long-lost lovers uniting after the most painful of absences. I delight in every moment, my body relaxing with the comforting thought that everything is going work out as it should after all.
Ace pulls at my bottom lip, a move I feel between my legs. “We need to talk, E.”
“Talking is overrated,” I whisper. Then I sigh, exasperated. “But I know. We do. I have a good excuse, though, Ace,” I say, moving past him to unlock the door to my apartment.
“I have no doubts you do, sweetheart. I trust you. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch and I know it. I’m grabbing onto you and I’m never letting go. Now relax, everything will be all right,” Ace says gently, as he shuts and locks my apartment door behind us. After toeing off our shoes, he guides me to the couch and sits close beside me, resting his arm over my shoulder while our legs touch, side-by-side. Wanting to be closer, I move to straddle him instead.
“Hi,” I say softly, staring at his chest to avoid his eyes for a moment.
“Hi. You ready to talk?” he asks, tilting my head up to meet his eyes as he drops a sweet kiss on my nose.
“Hold. I’ll be right back,” I say, jumping off him and heading to the kitchen to get us two shot glasses and the tequila. “Okay.” I take a deep breath walking back into the living room. I pour and take a shot before mounting him again and offering him his own. Amused, he takes the drink.
“All set now, are we?” he chuckles.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s a little weird talking about this with you when you’re, you know…” I nod my head towards him.
“No, I don’t know,” Ace says, pulling me tighter to his chest. “Tell me.”
“When you’re Jake, but also you. I’ve told you some crazy stories, and I’m a bit embarrassed right now thinking of all the things I said to you when you were Jake and I was Chanel,” I admit, feeling my face turning hot.
“Ellie. Don’t be. It’s me. We can talk about anything, besides those stories were sexy as fuck. Do you know how hard you made me? Shit, woman. And to come to learn that you’re ‘Chanel’? My little dirty girl…” he laughs, running his hands over my bum and giving my cheeks a little squeeze. “Now, tell me the story of how you ended up there from the beginning, then we can get back to the tales you tell best,” he says, laughing, while pulling me in for a soothing hug and another one of those sweet kisses I love. This time, it’s my lips that reap the reward.
After another shot or two, lots of tears, and a few laughs, I get through telling Ace everything; I spill the beans about the last eight months, starting back at the very beginning. From my knee, to my mom’s situation with the sperm donor, to applying for the job with Egg Yolk Man, to the Conrads, and to Courtney and me trying to find a sexy handle and coming up with names like “Rideanne” and “Kitten.” I tell him about Destiny, about my training, about Greta, about some of the different callers I’ve experienced and finally finish the story with tonight’s adventures: where I ended my career as a Phone Sex Superhero with my favourite regular—Jake.
And the whole time, Ace is there holding me close, wiping my tears, teasing me a little. But most of all, he shows acceptance of my choices for the reasons I had to make them, as well as understanding and support for my decisions.
“Do you have any questions?” I ask, once we’ve been silent for a few minutes, his hand running through my long hair.
“Yeah, but not right now, though. Because right now, I’m too fucking hard with the idea that all this time you’ve been my fantasy and reality, wrapped up in the perfect package that is you, Ellie Hughes,” he says, palming my breasts over my pink cotton V-necked shirt, the telltale sign of his erection nudging my bottom. “You amaze and captivate me. I’ve fallen in love with you, Ellie. I need you, baby.”
“I love you too, Ace. So very much. Thank you for giving me the chance to explain,” I wipe away more escaping tears, “and thank you for explaining Jake’s intentions.” I kiss his jaw. “You sure there isn’t anything else you want to know right now?”
“No, E. I don’t need to know everything tonight about why you work—no, worked—there. But you aren’t working there ever again, though. You know this, right?” He pulls me off his chest to look at me, his tone taking on a more serious edge.
I smile. “Yes, Caveman. I quit tonight. A few days early, mind you, but yes. I’m done. My Phone Sex Superhero days are gone.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, kissing my forehead, then dragging his mouth along my cheek, before moving to cover my mouth with his. Stopping all too soon, he looks at me again—this time adoringly—and shakes his head. “I still can’t believe it’s been you all this time, dirty girl,” he laughs, and I swat his chest.
God, I love him. He really is an amazing man.
Oh, and I take it back. I’m glad Courtney’s gone for the weekend, especially because of what happens next.
Chapter 51
Ace
Screwed.
Done for.
Finished.
Finito.
Fucked.
Completely fucked, and I love it.
I love her.
And I told her.
And fuck me, she loves me too.
Ellie Raine Hughes.
Chanel69.
The best distraction to ever come my way…loves me.
That knowledge alone is enough to make my di
ck hard for eons. Sitting here with her on my lap after she told me everything about taking the job at Breathless Whispers, her knee, her mom, the scholarship—everything—I’m even more in love with this woman, if it were possible. Her tenacity and unwillingness to give up on her dreams is admirable, even if I don’t love the idea of her having had to work in the sex trade to get there. And the need to finally claim her as mine is thundering through my system.
“I’m thinking we need to live out a few of those fantasies you told me, now that we’re face-to-face. I’ve got some dialogue for you: ‘I can’t wait to slip inside you’. To feel you, touch you, and best of all, to watch as you finally take my cock, over and over again. Maybe we could replay that masturbation sequence too? That shit brought me to my knees, picturing you doing that to yourself,” I whisper in her ear, my voice husky from the memory. She squirms on my lap, and I know my words are getting to her just as much. “Are you wet for me, Ellie? Am I going to feel how hot I make you when I touch you…here?” I ask, sliding my palm along her thigh before snaking my hand to the front where I can feel her heat. She’s wearing a pair of those sexy black tights we both love so much. Unable to control the urge to take her, I flip us, causing Ellie to yelp in surprise at the sudden position change, with her now lying on the couch underneath me.
“Ace!”
“Fuck, I love these bloody tights,” I bite out, trailing my face down to her centre while my hands move along her toned legs.
“You smell like you’re wet and ready, baby. I can’t wait to slip my cock inside you. To feel you clinging to my dick with this sweet pussy of yours.” I rub my hand along the inseam of her pants, pressing my palm into her pussy.
“Jesus,” she bites her lip. Her walnut-coloured eyes dilate with lust when I slip my hand down the front of her tights, rubbing against her core.
“So wet,” I share, after I start running two fingers along her pussy lips, coating myself with her excitement, loving the feeling of her juices as they cover my fingers. Slowly removing my hand, I hear her whimper at the loss, a sound I love. I love the pout that graces her lips. Knowing she misses my touch is empowering and sends a bloody zing right to my chest.
“You want my cock, E? You ready to feel me, greedy girl?” I ask, smirking at her reaction. Taking the glistening fingers, I rub them along my lips before bringing them to my nose. “Your smell is exquisite, baby.” Her eyes go wide as they trail the path my fingers make from my nose to my lips where my tongue darts out to join the party, licking them clean. “Mmm, perfection.” I move my hand back down for more. Always wanting more of her.
Lifting her shirt, I run my other hand over her taut stomach. Her skin is flawless, like her. Moving both hands now, I grip her waist, holding her in place as I trail my tongue and cheek along her sides and stomach, the need to be close to her overwhelming.
“Love you, baby,” I say, my mouth running back up to the material covering her amazing rack. Pulling at the large cups of her black lacy bra, I release one breast then the other. Wrapping my mouth around one nipple I suck and nip at it before moving on to the next, giving it the same treatment.
“I love you too, Ace. Oh shit, that feels like heaven.” Ellie continues to moan while I’m hard at work, sucking one tight peak then the other. She arches into my touch, feeding me more of her sweet tits. Taking both into my hands, I move my stubbled chin along the soft skin of her cleavage, leaving a trail of flushed skin in the wake of my kisses and sliding tongue as they move over each of her pert nipples again and again. Her tits are fucking perfect. She writhes beneath me, while she pulls me closer to where she wants me most.
“Touch me, please, Ace. Now. I need to feel you,” she squirms, and it’s music to my cock. “Ace!” she shouts in surprise, when I pull her up off the couch, tug her shirt back down, then sling her over my shoulder.
“We need a bed for all the things I’m planning to do to you,” I smack her ass, “my dirty Chanel.” Then rubbing the same spot, I tell her: “I can’t wait to taste and see all of you, my sweet, sweet Ellie.” Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh at what a contradiction my girl turned out to be.
“You’re my little vixen, aren’t you, E? Let’s go act out some stories.”
She giggles, as I carry her down the hall to her room.
Chapter 52
Ellie
Kicking the door shut, Ace stops in the middle of my room, lowering me at an excruciatingly slow pace down the front of him, allowing me the privilege of feeling every hard dip, plane, dive and bulge that exists on him.
Wrapping his hand in my hair, he tilts my head ever so slightly and kisses me with everything he’s got, once again leaving me breathless. Groaning into my mouth, Ace dances his tongue into mine while his hands move to the hem of my shirt, my arms immediately cooperating as he tugs the shirt up and over my head.
“I can’t fucking wait to touch you, beautiful. Let’s get the rest of these cock-blocking clothes off of you, now. I want to see what’s all mine,” he grits out, his grass-coloured eyes alive and intense with desire. Unable to control myself, I jump up, wrapping my legs around his front, thankful he’s there to catch me. He lifts me up higher with his hands gripping my ass, connecting us as closely as two people can be, and I kiss him again with everything I have. It feels incredible finally having this; everything out in the open, no secrets lingering in the dark waiting to surface anymore. And the fact that I’m straddling parts of Jake mixed in with Ace astounds me. The idea that they are the same person overwhelms me, knowing it’s true.
“I just can’t believe it was you, Ace. It was so weird, I felt this connection with Jake. Like I knew it was you or something,” I whisper, resting my forehead on his shoulder, an overwhelming feeling taking root again.
“I know exactly how you feel, baby. It’s crazy, but it’s true,” he says, and I tighten my hold around his neck before bringing our lips together, fusing them together in a soul-searing kiss.
“Make me yours now, Ace,” I plead, a second before my back hits the mattress.
“Great minds, E,” he says, and I giggle. “Now, let’s get this off.”
“God, yes,” I say, leaning forward so he can finally remove my lace bra. And remove it he does; without a worry, he tosses it behind him.
“Fucking beautiful. These tits are going to be the death of me,” he says, fondling both with his big hands. “They are in direct competition with that sweet pussy of yours; each needing so much attention, my insatiable girl. How ever will I decide?” He raises a brow, and I melt at his playfulness.
Stepping back, Ace starts to remove his T-shirt—featuring Tony Montana from Scarface—his eyes never leaving mine as he strips off the blue material in that sexy, nonchalant way guys do it, over their heads from the back.
Grin in place, I wipe my face to check for drool as his lust-filled eyes smile down at me, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. Ace’s chiseled body never ceases to make me turn into a completely non-verbal mess of take-me-right-now, the way his tanned skin highlights his cut abs, wide shoulders, and the sexiest set of traps I have ever seen. I have big plans to lick those in the near future. Damn. I bite my lip, taking him in.
“When you look at me like that, it makes me crazy for you, E,” he says, running his hand along my cheek.
Moving into his touch, I meet his gaze and elicit my own challenge: “Show me how crazy.”
“Get over here,” he says, pulling my legs so I’m hovering at the edge of the bed. Right where he wants me, right where I want to be. Placing each of my legs to rest over his shoulders, Ace runs his finger along my slit, the squelching sound of my desire for him flagrant.
“Love that sound. Always wet for me, huh, Ellie? I fucking love it. Makes my cock so goddamn hard knowing that’s for me,” he says, adjusting himself in his jeans.
“Yes, it’s all for you. Please touch me, Ace.” I move my hips forward, hinting at what I need, my voice shaky with desire and the asshole laughs before finally gi
ving me what I want.
“Fuck. You taste like more,” he says, after he’s licked me from bottom to top, over and over, teasing my sensitive skin with his coarse hair as it moves from my inner thighs back to my pussy for the more that he mentioned. “Could eat you all day long.” Ace moves his mouth to suck on my pulsing clit. Swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud, he inserts his tongue into me, giving me tiny ministrations over and over again, driving me crazy. I’m a withering mess under his onslaught. My breathing is heavy and my body takes on a floating feeling as he inserts first one finger, then another, into play and I know I’m not going to last.
“Please, Ace. I want you inside me, want your cock, I can’t, I’m not—”
“Easy, baby, I’ve got what you need.” But instead of slipping inside me, giving us both what we’ve been waiting for, he…pauses? And removes his hand completely.
“No. Now. Now. Put it in,” I try to reach for his hand.
“Soon.” He runs his finger along my thigh, trying to bring me back down.
“Are you trying to kill me? Please, I want you to come inside me.”
“Oh, I plan on it. With nothing between us, Ellie. Ever.”
“Oh fuck, that’s hot. Let’s do that. Let’s do that right now. Please,” I groan, frustrated. The fact that I’m begging isn’t lost on me, either. Moving my hand to Ace’s pant button, my mission to rid him of them as he hovers above me, he swats my fingers playfully away, clearly entertained with his little game.
“Take your pants off! Why are you wearing pants at a time like this?” I shout, frustrated.
Jerking out of my hold, he moves to stand at the foot of the bed. Grinning, the bastard finally makes a show of removing his jeans and black boxers.
A-fucking-men! His magnificent cock seems to be as excited as I am as it bobs up and down for joy, its girth making my mouth salivate. I notice a pulsing vein and it soon becomes my future target. It’s a perfect cock, really, and I know it’s ready for my touch. “I want you in my mouth,” I tell him, while staring at his cock in awe.
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