by Desconhecido
Ace eased back until he’d framed her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. Holding her attention firmly on him, he asked, “Do we have a deal?”
Lydia swallowed. She could pretend to be terrified or infuriated, as she suspected she should have been, but she doubted she’d be fooling either of them. There’s definitely something wrong with me. “We have a deal.” A stupid, dangerous, crazy deal. At least half of the anger she did feel was inwardly directed. She should have been fighting him, dammit. She should have been struggling and screaming and praying someone would walk by and hear her.
But, for some crazy reason, she couldn’t yet put her finger on, she wasn’t afraid. Maybe it was in the way Ace looked at her, or maybe it was because of their history. She just didn’t imagine he would hurt her—unless she pushed him too far. And since she didn’t want to get shot, she wasn’t inclined to push.
Ace threaded the tips of his fingers into her hair and pulled her closer until she was standing on her tiptoes and their lips were barely a hair’s breadth apart. Smoldering chocolate eyes focused on her, he whispered, “Kiss me, Lydia.”
Not a request.
Heat sparked low in her belly and Lydia splayed her palms on his chest as she pressed forward, closing the minute gap between them. Her lips settled over his and her heart tap-danced across her chest. He let her lead the kiss for several seconds. It was tender and intimate, chaste with an almost tangible undertone of desire that amped up the anticipation. Then her lips parted and she slid her tongue into his mouth.
Ace growled his approval against her lips and one hand released her jaw in order to slide down and grab her butt. He caught an entire cheek in his large hand and tugged her firmly up against his erection, assuring her that he was interested. Teasing her with the controlled power in his embrace.
All at once Lydia felt like she might explode. The heat she’d been resisting since she first saw him skyrocketed, boiling in her blood, and Lydia curled her arms around his neck, kissing him as hard as she could. She worked her tongue over his and rocked her hips into his, grinding against him. Her body was suddenly desperate to have him buried inside her.
His touch burned through her clothes, undoubtedly branding her skin the way each stroke of his tongue set her insides aflame. He was all hard, sexy muscle and she wanted to climb all over him. As he sucked her tongue back into his mouth, his hand now thoroughly tangled in her hair, it briefly occurred to Lydia to be glad he couldn’t read her mind. She at least wanted him to think she was upset about the whole situation.
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Ace couldn’t believe the way she was kissing him. He wasn’t about to complain, but he was secretly surprised. It was as if the moment their lips had touched something had changed between them. And as soon as he’d realized she felt it, too, he’d stopped holding back. With his hand on her ass and her hips grinding over his aching erection, Ace was ready to burst. But no way in hell was he coming in his jeans like some stupid teenager.
Retrieving his hand from her hair, Ace slid it around and down until he’d caught one of her breasts through her shirt. He palmed her roughly, testing her reaction. She moaned against his lips and her nails dug into the skin at his nape. He could imagine those nails raking down his back while he fucked her. Or over his chest while she rode him. Fuck. There was no way he wasn’t going to have her. He needed her with a primal ferocity that would probably concern him when his brain kicked back into full gear.
In the moment, though, all Ace wanted was to get that curvy, sexy body out of those modest clothes.
Releasing her lips, and her ass, Ace gave her nipple a rough pinch before stepping back. Her hair was mussed now, her shirt rumpled, her skirt a little twisted, and best of all, her lips were swollen. She looked like a woman who was ready for a good fuck. “Strip for me, princess,” he instructed. “Let me see that sexy body.”
Heat rose to her cheeks and she dragged in a deep breath. Her hands lifted to the buttons on her blouse with a slight shake that had him grinding his teeth. Fifty-fifty chance that shake was more from fear than desire and, for as warranted as that fear would be, he hated it. And he especially hated that he knew better than to alleviate it immediately.
She popped the first button free, then the second, and by the time she was done with the third the shaking was gone. Good.
Ace moved and claimed a seat in the middle of her sofa, spreading his arms and legs wide as he settled in to enjoy the view. He didn’t just want her to forget he’d barged in with a gun and a bag of stolen money. He wanted to forget. Forget everything in his fucked up life but her and now. As Lydia’s fingers worked over the final buttons, her blouse parted to reveal the camisole she wore beneath it, Ace let the rest of the world slip from his mind.
All that mattered was this beautiful, full-figured woman before him and the glorious, explosive sex they were going to have tonight.
Chapter Four
“Sway your hips a little. Put on a show.”
Lydia didn’t have the first clue about putting on a sexy show for a man, but Ace was definitely the kind of man a woman wanted to arouse. To work into a frenzy. She didn’t know where this side of her had come from, but she embraced it and slowly gyrated her hips from side to side as she shrugged out of her blouse. With a tug, she freed her cami from her skirt and pulled it, slower than she usually would, over her head.
As the cami fell to the side and Lydia silently wondered if she should remove the skirt or the bra next, Ace shifted on her couch and undid his pants. Her eyes were glued to his hands as they released his belt, jeans button, and slid down the zipper.
“Keep going,” Ace commanded.
Lydia swallowed hard and concentrated on maintaining her sway as she reached behind herself to undo her own zipper. But she couldn’t look away as Ace’s hard, thick cock sprang free as though eager to greet her. He wrapped a hand around the length of it and pumped as her skirt fell to the floor.
“Like what you see, princess?” he said, taunting. She nearly moaned and could barely keep her body rolling with the silent rhythm in her head. When she managed to look away, her eyes trailing up his hard chest and over the peek of a tattoo at his collar, she found him staring at her with fiery intensity.
She nearly touched herself.
“Finish stripping,” Ace said, “and maybe I’ll let you touch it. Maybe I’ll let you wrap your sweet lips around my dick and suck me dry.”
Heat coiled low in her belly and her feminine parts pulsed with desire. Oh, she wanted to suck him. There was no denying that. She wanted to taste him and to feel that cock inside her. She couldn’t remember why she’d told herself she didn’t want those things earlier. So Lydia did as she was told, deliberately arcing her breasts forward as she unclasped her bra. She kept her hips rotating the entire time, watching him watch her as the bra slid forward and finally dangled from her fingertips.
She let it fall and, on impulse, reached up and caught her breasts in her hands. She squeezed them at the base, engorging them for his viewing pleasure before dragging her hands forward until she could rub her own nipples. And damn did it feel good to touch herself like this with those molten eyes on her, where she could see plainly how much he liked it.
“Fuck, princess,” Ace groaned, his hand tightening around his cock. “You’re getting into this. Good.” He paused as if transfixed when she flicked her nipples, her hips rocking forward and backward now in a carnal rhythm. “Get rid of the panties.”
Lydia reluctantly released her breasts and slid her hands slowly down her stomach, wishing she’d gone to the gym a bit more over the last few months. But judging from the expression on Ace’s face, he didn’t seem to care. He watched her hook her thumbs into the sides of her red lace panties and shimmy out of them.
“Come closer,” Ace instructed.
Lydia stepped closer until her knees were nearly touching his.
“Widen your stance.”
Wondering what, exactly, he intended to do in suc
h a position, Lydia scooted her legs apart until cool air rushed over her dampened center. She shivered.
“Touch yourself,” Ace said. “Gather that moisture on your fingers so you can rub it on my dick.”
Excitement coursed through her in equal parts with self-conscious embarrassment, but Lydia obeyed. She dipped three fingers between her legs and had to stifle her own moan at how sensitive she was. She didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused. The contact made her want to ignore his commands and finish what they’d started herself, but she resisted. She wanted to see how he handled this. She wanted a taste of that magnificent cock.
Swiping her fingers around until she’d made herself shake and gasp uncontrollably, Lydia gathered her juices as Ace groaned thickly.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “Get on your knees and touch me.”
Lydia wasted no time obeying and he pulled his hands away as she settled herself between his legs, his thick cock suddenly straining right in front of her face. His size was intimidating. More so now by far than what she remembered from when she was seventeen. But she shoved that bittersweet memory aside and reached forward with the fingers that had just been teasing her center.
When she touched him, he groaned and twitched beneath her. She slid her fingers back, slowly, moving down his length and curving around at the base. She coated as much of him as she could and then took hold of him with her whole hand.
“Fuck,” Ace groaned, drawing out the word as his head fell back. “That’s it, princess,” he encouraged as she started pumping him. “Squeeze me tighter. Don’t draw it out.”
Lydia did as he said, her own desire ramping up at his reaction. She worked him as hard as she dared, up and down over and over until one of Ace’s hands latched onto the back of her head and he tugged her forward.
“Suck. Now.”
The urgency in his voice thrilled her and Lydia adjusted her hold on him in order to take him into her mouth. She slid her tongue along his tip, tasting his pre-cum, then stretched her tongue as far as it would go down his length. Her lips closed around him and she gathered the base of his cock in her hand, squeezing as she sucked. Ace guided her head for a moment, showing her the rhythm he liked, and then he left her to it.
Lydia closed her eyes as she sucked and pumped along his cock. It wasn’t long before he released a growl-like groan and his hips snapped forward, filling her almost too much, and he stiffened. She continued sucking and licking, lifting her other hand to gently cup and massage his balls. As he receded, still shuddering faintly, Lydia discovered a different presence on her tongue. Emboldened, she released his cock with a pop! and looked up into his hooded gaze. And swallowed.
Chapter Five
Ace lost what little remained of his precious control when Lydia swallowed his release. He doubted he’d ever had a blowjob that satisfying and now he needed to find out if the sex would be as good. He needed to taste his seed on her tongue and feel her moisture with his fingers. He needed it all, right fucking now. He hauled her up and kissed her roughly, taking possession of her mouth as he rolled her beneath him right there on the couch.
Lydia responded so well he was immediately hard again, aching and pulsing with a desperate need to take full and proper possession of her body. He was going to make this woman his. And she was going to feel it down to her toes.
After dragging his teeth lightly over her tongue, Ace broke the kiss and sat up enough to tear his shirt over his head. Lydia’s gaze immediately lowered, taking in the sight of his chest and his tattoos. But he wasn’t able to be patient; she’d have to ogle later. He wedged an arm around the small of her back, hauling her tight against his chest, and teased her slick entrance with his renewed erection. Lips beside her ear, he asked, “Are you protected?”
Lydia’s hands were already curled into the muscles at his back and she drew a breath. “Prot—Yes. I’m on the pill.”
Ace slid his tongue around the shell of her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered with anticipation beneath him. He let his other hand slip between their bodies so that his fingers could trace her folds. She was soaked. It was all he could do not to surge into her then and there, but he had one more important question. “Are you clean?”
Lydia moaned at his touch, taking a moment to answer his question. “Yes,” she said on an exhale. “God, Ace, stop teasing me.”
He smirked and latched his lips to her throat, trailing wet, hot kisses down to her collar. “I give the orders around here, princess,” he said before releasing her and making quick work of shedding his jeans, boots, and socks.
Lydia was still spread for him when he returned to her and the sight only made him harder. She was so ready for him it ought to have been criminal, and that thought only made him grin wider.
“Don’t get cocky,” Lydia chided as she reached for him.
He settled between her legs and slipped his tongue into her mouth for a long, deep kiss. When she was writhing against him, her arms around his back and her hips rocking in search of his, he pulled back. “What was that about my cock?”
Her body shook with silent laughter and she rolled her eyes. “You’re such a man.”
“Mmm,” Ace rumbled, bending and licking his way toward her chest. He teased one nipple with his tongue, waiting until he’d pulled a gasp from her to reply, “And don’t you forget it.” Then he captured her breast properly in his mouth and sucked. Lydia bucked beneath him, her body begging.
She was ready.
Latching one hand to her hip, Ace pulled away from her chest and said, “Hook your inside leg around me. Plant your other foot on the floor.”
Her chest heaving, and despite the flicker of confusion in her beautiful hazel eyes, Lydia obeyed. One leg curled around his hip and the other stretched, bending at the knee so that her foot could rest on the floor. His eyes roved over her, taking in the sight she presented. Spread, wet, and willing.
Ace braced his weight on one arm, bent and resting between her shoulder and the back cushion. With a wicked grin when he looked into her eyes again, he slid his tip along her slick entrance. She moaned immediately. As soon as he was in position Ace snapped his hips forward and buried himself inside her.
Lydia cried out, her back lifting, and her hands curled into his shoulder blades.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head landing on her shoulder. “You’re so tight.” It felt so good he was tempted to hold there as long as possible. But he knew it would feel better to move. He needed to push her over that edge, to have her body milking his dick until he exploded inside her.
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Lydia couldn’t stop moaning as Ace began thrusting into her. He was truly fucking her, right there on her sofa, and it was amazing. She’d never felt better in her life. Her back arched as her hips rose, desperate to keep pace with his. He’d latched his lips to her throat, sliding up one side and down the other in a passionate mix of teeth and tongue while his cock surged into her relentlessly. He would fill her and grind almost enough to grant her release before withdrawing, only to drive back into her moments later.
Every few seconds he’d slam home a little harder than before and when she dug her nails into his back, choking on an outcry of delicious pleasure, Ace growled against her skin. The next thing she knew he’d bent his head and captured her other breast in his mouth in a rough, wet kiss. He licked, rolled his hips, dragged his teeth over her nipple, withdrew, sucked hard, and thrust back into her even harder. Over and over again until she could barely take it.
And then, finally, he hit that perfect spot. Lydia’s body burst and a cry of pleasure tore from her throat as her vision went white.
All she knew was Ace and his power as her body shuddered with her orgasm. He surged into her twice more before releasing her breast with an outcry of his own, filling her to capacity.
Lydia could barely breathe as she floated back down to earth. She’d never come that hard; never felt this good. And she never would have imagined she’d find this kind of plea
sure in Ace Bufford’s arms.
Chapter Six
Lydia woke to the early morning singing of birds outside her bedroom window. The clock on her nightstand assured her it was too early to be up at just after six and the lethargy in her muscles, combined with the arm locked around her waist, reminded her of the passionate night she’d had.
After their hot, raw fuck on the couch in the living room, Ace had swept her up in his arms and carried her to her kitchen counter, where he’d promptly eaten her out until she’d screamed his name. She could still feel his tongue sliding along her lower lips and it made her shudder with desire. Ace had turned into a magical kind of lover sometime in the past fifteen-plus years.
Her eyes landed on the detailed eagle tattoo over his heart and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching over to trace a wing. Though it was only in black, as opposed to color, the tattoo was beautiful. The eagle looked fierce and powerful, but majestic at the same time. It was her favorite of the tattoos he had. He also bore a heart surrounded by barbed wire on one shoulder and tribal-style lines curved around his other bicep. Over his back, between his shoulder blades, he had his name tattooed in jagged lettering. She’d never been one to find tattoos sexy, but she couldn’t deny that on his hard, ripped body they made her mouth water.
“Mm, that tickles,” Ace rumbled sleepily.
Lydia startled and her hand stilled as she looked up, over the chest that served as her pillow. He was grinning crookedly down at her, sleep and desire vying for dominance in his eyes.
“I didn’t say you had to stop,” Ace teased.
Smiling, Lydia crawled up to him and kissed his lips. “Good morning.”