Loyal Cheaters (Cheaters #2)

by Lacey Silks

  “Is that something you enjoy?” I cocked my head to the side.

  “With you, yes. Absolutely. But only with you. Next time?”

  She would be the death of me. “Yes, next time.” I lowered my mouth to hers, at the same time as my hips pushed forward, sliding inside her.

  So good.

  I tasted the remnants of myself on her mouth, salty and warm. To have this woman on me like that, down on her knees, succumbing and devoted, drove me insane. But I didn’t want to push her too far and too fast. I might have liked a little kink in my life, but Zoey wasn’t ready for it. We’d get there, but not yet.

  I couldn’t pull away from her. Our mouths remained connected. Her legs wrapped around my back and her hips tilted, letting me fill her to her depth while my balls slapped her ass. With each push my chest grazed her hard nipples. She sang her moans right into my mouth, forcing me to fuck harder. I lowered my hand to between us, where her heated clit was poking out from between her lips, and rubbed her in tight circles. The pleas for a release on her lips were beginning to drive me over the edge. This wouldn’t take long. My sack tightened with each plunge. Her desperate voice coaxed me to the brim and I stilled, spilling into her.

  “Ace!” she cried out. Drops of happiness streamed down her face as she jerked underneath me, her hips thrusting higher and then lowering and raising higher again, her legs uncoiling from my back and falling down to the bed. “Ahh!” I circled my fingers a few more times, making sure there wasn’t an ounce of orgasm left inside her, feeling the last of my release settle at her depth before pulling out and dropping to the bed.

  “That was… amazing,” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  She laughed. “I may have to wake you up at night for an encore.”

  “Baby, you can wake me up as many times as you want.”

  Sweat dripped down my forehead. I stared at the decorated ceiling, patterned with diamond-shaped trim. Zoey snuggled to my side, but I pulled away.

  “Where are you going?” she asked. I soaked a washcloth with warm water and returned to the bed, spreading her knees apart and washing her before tossing the cloth into the sink. I had no time to deal with it now. I wanted to feel her flushed body against mine as fast as I could. I slid my hand underneath her pillow and brought her to me, kissing her forehead. She mellowed in my embrace as a sigh of some sort of relief and happiness left her lips.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “For making me forget about the past two years. No one’s ever done that. And, well, for treating me like a woman.”

  “Always, baby. Always.”

  I wouldn’t rest until the twenty-four months of horror Zoey had lived through weren’t even a memory.

  Except that would be a greater challenge than I had anticipated.

  Chapter 20

  Zoey

  It had been three long days since Ace had driven us straight from the hotel to his condo. He disappeared for a few hours at a time, usually when I napped, to work. The remainder of the time we watched old movies, snuggled and kissed, cooked and cleaned. Instead of having sex twenty-four hours a day, our relationship finally felt like it was real. We fell into a comfortable routine, and for me the only thing that was lacking was the sex. I wanted him like no other man. I was desperate to keep our skin-to-skin contact, but he denied me. From the strain underneath his shorts when we were close, I knew that Ace wanted me, so I wasn’t sure why he didn’t make another move. That night at the Plaza hotel was the best one of my life. He had told me he was falling in love with me, for which I was not ready at all, but hadn’t brought up the fact that I didn’t say anything either. Did he regret his words? Had that night of passion we shared only happened because of the rush of adrenaline we both felt? Did he not want to touch me anymore?

  That morning, wearing his shirt and my panties, which had become my customary outfit each day and night as we waited for word from Emma, I watched him take a sip of his coffee and type on his laptop at the kitchen counter while I squeezed a lemon into our fresh guacamole. Shirtless, from this side of the counter he looked naked. I bit my lip, thinking about his dick resting on that chair; hot skin against cold, hard thighs; knees bent, legs parted; me down on that floor looking up at him from underneath, stroking him.

  I shook the thought away. I’d been having these dirty images of the two of us, wild and in a sexual frenzy, ever since we’d returned. Nothing could stop them. And nothing could prevent my nipples from bunching up each time I thought about him or my panties from soaking when I remembered him inside me. Watching him pace around the condo, his muscles twisting and abs tightening, and that beautiful v-path over his hips where the happy trail was leading my gaze to the more prominent part of his body, was exhausting.

  His brows narrowed and he squinted, as if strained. Whatever he was thinking about, it was taking its toll on Ace. Was it me?

  “Has something happened?” I asked.

  He lifted his eyes and smiled. “No, no, everything’s fine.”

  I caught him looking at my nipples and shifting in his seat.

  That’s right. You do this to me.

  “You’ve been saying that for three days now.” I threw the lemon skin to the trashcan and rinsed my hands.

  “That’s because it’s true. It’s a waiting game at this point. Once Craig is cuffed, we’ll be able to go out like normal people.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Were we normal people? What would happen to us after all this was over? Would he still keep his distance the way he was doing right now? Had he taken from me what he needed, and that was it?

  He rose from his chair and strolled around the counter toward me, wrapping his hands around me from behind. “What’s wrong?” The warmth of his breath brushed my ear and my skin tingled with expectation. He’d done this each day – teased me with his hands, provoked my lips to part for his when he kissed me, tantalized me with seductive words – yet he never went beyond that. The frustration building inside my body was reaching its limit.

  “Do you not want me?” I asked.

  He turned my body around to face him. My belly was flat against his hips. I felt his need grow into a hard length.

  “Of course I want you. Look at me.”

  He let go of a hard breath and took a step back. I didn’t want to look at him. I wanted to feel him.

  “Then why haven’t we had sex since we came here?”

  Confusion filled his eyes. “I want you day and night, Zoey. I just don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”

  “I don’t. Is it because I didn’t say it back… you know, that I love you?” I pulled him back in by the drawstring of his pants. Not having his touch the past few days, a fiercer touch, was driving me crazy. If I could at least feel the warmth of his naked body, it could satisfy me temporarily.

  “No, that’s not why. I may be ready for more, but it’s okay if you’re not. I’m a patient man.”

  “Well, it’s not like we’re getting married, Ace. I’m still the same girl you met six years ago, and I’m afraid you think of me differently.”

  His hands slid up my arms. I knew I took the touch as much more than it was, and that made me even more upset. “You’re fragile. And I want to be here for you. Zoey, why the somber face?”

  “You have been here for me, but I’m also finding it difficult to resist you. You may want me day and night, but I want you all the time. And why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

  “I didn’t think you’d want… that, you know, because you’ve been through so much.”

  “Of course I do, Ace. Just because I was forced to… you know… I want you. I want this. Finally, I have someone I need, and he’s holding back. You’re a man I trust. The first man in a long time I can have at my will.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  “Sometimes, I like to be rough. Especially with you. I want to fill you, poss
ess you and mark you. I want you to feel a sweet ache between your legs the next day. I want to see the tips of my fingertips imprinted on your skin and my red palm print on your ass. But I need you healed first, baby. I don’t want to scare you.”

  “Ace, after what I’ve been through, there’s not much that will scare me. The red palm print… are you saying you want to spank me?”

  “Maybe. Is that something you’d like?”

  I smiled. “I won’t know unless we try. If you’re afraid you’ll break me, well, let’s just say I could have already been broken a long time ago, but I’m still here. For the past two years, all I wanted was to die. My family is what stopped me from putting a rope around my neck because if I died, Craig would have come to collect from Jules. But now all I want to do is live, and I want to do it with you. I want to feel everything you want to show me and I don’t want to miss a beat. So whatever it is that you need, whatever it is that you want from me, I want to be here for you the way you’ve been here for me.”

  His fingers grazed the back of my neck and raked behind my head. He scrunched my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. His lips twitched and I knew he wanted to kiss me hard. No, he wanted to devour me. Feeling the wetness pool in my panties, I needed him to act on those needs— now.

  “Why do you say all the right things?” He frowned as if he were fighting some sort of an internal demon.

  “I’m just saying what I’m feeling. Why are you afraid that you’ll break me? Take me; take my body. Make it yours.”

  “Jesus, Zoey. Do you even know what those words mean to me?”

  “Tell me. No; show me.”

  He crushed his mouth to mine, our desperation connecting through our lips; mine filled with longing and his eager to test new boundaries. Breaking away from me, he leaned his forehead against mine.

  “I’ve done a lot of damage in my life. The last thing I want is to harm you.”

  “Why don’t you let me decide what will harm me, then? I trust you, Ace, and I want this. I need your touch. I want you inside me. Feel this.” I guided his hand down to my panties, forcing him to feel my wet flesh.

  “This is for you. Only for you.”

  “Fuck!” His grunt vibrated in my chest, and I knew that I’d won him over. He shoved his fingers into my pussy, making me gasp and moan with pleasure. “Harder,” I urged.

  My back pressed against the counter causing my skin to mold into the rounded corner. He pumped his fingers in and out, each time jerking my body upward. The sound of his hand squishing in between my legs and the smell of sex began to fill the kitchen. Desire surged through my veins. My eyes lolled back until Ace’s strong tug on my hair woke me.

  “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you.”

  My mouth opened and my lips formed an ‘O.’ His words were like fuel to my fire, setting me ablaze.

  He pulled his fingers out and lifted me to the counter. The cold surface shocked my skin, but I had no time to think about anything as he pushed my knees apart, putting me on full display. Sometime before he’d set me on the counter, my panties had slid down my legs and landed on the floor. Ace dropped down and lifted my heels onto his broad shoulders, spreading me, and towed my ass to the very edge. On the brink of falling off, I felt the steadiness of his hands underneath my thighs, close to my ass, securing me. No one had ever been so thorough in placing me in the right position for their mouth. It was perfect. He was perfect. I looked down as he licked his two longest fingers, the ones he’d just had inside me, and dragged them through the lips of my pussy before grabbing my thighs again. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. It was as if he wanted to annihilate me with that move alone. For him, I could come right now if he had only asked. Soon enough, the tip of his tongue teased my clit and he licked his way down my pussy, right to my ready opening and further on.

  I gasped, feeling him round the puckered hole, tightening my muscles to the touch. He prodded gently at the tightness. When his mouth clasped around my clit, that first flick of his tongue brought down the world around me. I screamed his name over and over again, but he didn’t let go until I physically pulled on his hair so that he’d stop.

  “I can’t… too much.”

  “Too much?” he smirked from below. “I’m just getting started, baby.”

  My mouth curved up on its own, the promise of his words resonating deep inside me, letting me know that this would not be over for a while.

  Ace stood up and I lowered my legs, shifting on the counter stained with the remnants of my orgasm. I cast my gaze over his bronzed body. He glowed with lust, his chest rose up and down with deep breaths, and I felt a new wave of need build inside me. I reached for his mouth, tracing my fingers over his lips and glistening chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand. Dark desire covered his eyes, and I couldn’t wait for what he had planned next.

  He set his hands on the counter, one at each side of my hips. Ace’s breath smelled of my essence, and I felt another drip leak between my legs. He wanted more, and I was ready to give it to him. I grasped at my shirt, pulled it over my head, and threw it aside. My breasts were heavy and firm, my nipples ready for that perfect pinch and my insides waiting for him to fill me.

  “Flip over,” he ordered. “Face down.” His deep voice rumbled with acute longing directed at me.

  He walked over to the fridge and pushed the ice button. Four cubes fell into a round bowl that he set aside.

  “What’s that for?”

  But he ignored my question, asking, “Why aren’t you on your front yet?”

  I turned my body, resting my chest on the counter until my vision was even with the far end. He gently grasped my hips and pulled me down. My body slid along the counter until my legs were down on the floor and my ass on full display. Leaning over me, he took hold of it and squeezed it, whispering into my ear, “Gorgeous. You’re beautiful, Zoey.”

  I looked back to meet his loving gaze just as he smiled and kissed me. If there was one look of Ace’s I would remember for the rest of my life, it was that one.

  His lips danced down my spine, his hands grazing gently along my curves until he stood tall. I felt his firm cock against my ass and I shifted, tilting my hips higher, my pussy begging him to enter me.

  “Impatient?”

  His hand slid down my crack to my sex where he cupped me, and I jumped up at the freezing contact. Apparently, Ace had stashed one ice cube in his palm.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Cold.” I clenched my teeth. “Fuck, it’s freezing.”

  He rubbed the cube up and down as he lowered himself to place his tongue over my chilled skin. I felt my juices leak right into his mouth. Ahh, he felt so good on me!

  “And now?”

  “Perfect,” I breathed. He sucked me from behind, his tongue warming my cold pussy while his other hand drew another ice cube up my crack, all the way to my other hole. I wanted to squeeze my cheeks, but the way his tongue was lapping at me, I also didn’t want to distract him. The cold pressed into my smaller hole while he ate at me. The contrast of cold on my body made my pussy weep into his mouth. He finally pulled away, stood up, and concentrated on circling the shrinking ice cube over my ripples.

  The tip of his finger squeezed into my frozen ass, and it felt so warm there inside of me. He stretched me, in and out, while his other hand returned to my pussy, bringing ice to that region again.

  How long would he continue teasing me like this?

  Feeling my strength weaken at his touch, I breathed, “Ace… please, I need more.” A path of my hot breath was left on the counter.

  “Soon.”

  His finger slid deeper into my ass. I could no longer feel the freezing of his other palm because all my senses were driven wild, concentrating around the digit inside me, squeezing around him, wanting even more.

  “What should I do now, baby?”

  He was asking me? Jesus, anything he’d do I was sure I’d enjoy.

  “Put your cock
inside me,” I said.

  Thankfully, he kept his thick finger in place as he bent at his knees, lined himself up, and tantalizingly slowly, entered me, then pulled almost all the way out, and slid back into me again. The heat of his cock against my cold entrance felt that much more prominent. He rocked his hips back and forth in that slow motion, testing the limits of my patience. His hand wasn’t moving either, that perfect finger just resting inside me.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  “No,” I gasped at my answer. He collected my hair into a ponytail and lowered his body over mine, his hot chest pressing into my back, my breasts squishing against the counter under his weight, the feel of his digit slightly deeper, making me realize how much I wanted him there.

  “What is it then?” He breathed into my ear.

  What did I want? I wanted him. Hard and fast. No holding back, no more tiptoeing around Zoey. I needed him to show me that he wanted me this way. I needed him to own me because that would prove to me that he would never let another man touch me.

  “Fuck me, Ace. Please fuck me.” My breath hitched. He pulled on my hair up so that my face would rest on my right side.

  “I want to watch you come, baby. Next time, put your hair up, please.”

  “Yes,” I breathed as his merciless cock hit my depth and his fingers left my ass. The feeling of fullness was gone in one place and replaced deep in my pussy. Ace no longer pulled all the way out. Instead, his thrusts were quick and fierce. He held my hip with one hand, his fingers digging into my skin while gently yanking at my hair with each plunge, reminding me that he wanted to watch me.

  “Is that better?” He was almost out of breath, but it still wasn’t enough for me. My body slid up and down the counter as he held onto my hip. I was sure I would have a beautiful reminder of his fingertips on my hips tomorrow.

  “I need you in my ass, please.”

  I saw him smile. “As you wish.” He let go of my hair and inserted his finger back into my ass. No, it must have been two. This time his hand joined the tempo of his cock. Ace pounded into me with all his might, his balls slapping my front, aggravating my clit. There was so much of him inside me. He was no longer teasing me, but truly taking me.