She moaned out quietly, her voice a soft prayer. “It feels good,” she purred as she wiggled around on the sheets.
She held my mouth to her clit. I lapped at her sex until her pussy convulsed against my eager tongue.
“Ah!” she screamed in climax.
Her clit was still throbbing against my lips as I stroked it through her orgasm. I rolled over on my back, then grabbed her feather-light body, flipping her over so that her knees were on either side of my head, and then sat her pussy on my mouth.
“Oh, my God,” she cried out, straddling me as I continued to lick and suck on her clit. Her moans became hurried and wild after a while, frantic and desperate.
My palms kneaded her ass, but she was the one controlling the rhythm.
“Just like that. Fuck my face,” I groaned, sucking on her clit.
She bent over and worked her hips above me, using my extended tongue to spear her pussy over and over again. I couldn’t count the number of times I felt the need to drag her down and impale her with my dick. But tonight was about her. I was going to show her that she had nothing to fear. I was showing her pleasure.
Heat and friction mounted between us. I loved every second of it. Finally, she squeezed her thighs against my face, crying out as the passion and pleasure filled her. She came, sending her sweet cream over my tongue. I took in every last drop. The ecstasy ravaged her as she panted, lying limp beside me on the bed.
“That was amazing,” she cooed. She was a delicacy. Magic brewed in her eyes. I was falling for her, hard. Something else was raging hard, but I had waited for her all these years. I could wait just a couple more days. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. All I wanted was to get her to a safe place. That was a priority.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and laid out beside her, watching as her eyelids fluttered with fatigue. She collapsed to the surrender of sleep just before I could tell her how much she meant to me. I laid beside her, listening to her lulling breathing until I was sure she had fallen asleep. It was a new beginning. I had to keep her safe. I wanted to keep her for myself.
Chapter Ten
Khloe
I stretched and yawned, blinking my eyes open against the crest of a new day. The shades were parted only slightly, allowing a single beam of soft yellow light to spill into the room in a straight, narrow line that splashed against the wall.
I sat up in the bed, still feeling the dreamy, woozy after-effects of how Ace had made my night last night. His tongue was like magic, slurring across my engorged and pulsing slit until he made me collapse and lose control. I craved him again, like a furnace warming a cold room.
“Ace?” I called out, puzzled that I didn’t see him upon my first initial scope around the room.
“I’m in here,” he shouted from the bathroom. It sounded like he was brushing his teeth.
I smiled and stretched again, placing my feet on the dingy green carpet of the hotel room floor. This wasn’t the best place to sleep, but we needed a place to stay overnight as shelter from the storms. The wind had howled and lashed against the window. The sheets of rain pelted against the door. He had made the right decision, even if there wasn’t a decent hotel room in sight at the time.
I threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts and subtly watched Ace get ready through the bathroom mirror. He didn’t know I was watching him. It was all in secret, which made the situation even more alluring.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He had muscles everywhere, he was sculpted perfectly. He plucked a shirt from the counter by the bathroom sink and pulled it over his head, disappointing me. I was enjoying the view.
That’s when our eyes locked. He had caught me staring at him without a shirt on. I blushed and turned away, quickly busying my hands fumbling around in the handbag of toiletries he had bought for me. I didn’t even have anything in particular that I was searching for, I just didn’t want him to see the way my cheeks burned, and my breath became ragged in his half-naked presence.
“So, when should we get back on the road?” I blurted out because I didn’t know how else to fill the awkward silence.
He let me have this one. He let it go and didn’t tease me about privately admiring the view.
“We should leave as soon as this storm lets up.” He walked out of the bathroom, carrying a drawstring bag with his things inside.
“I’ll get ready. I’ll need a shower too.”
At the mention of shower, his gaze dragged up and down my body. I loved the way he looked at me like he wanted to take me right then and there. I was ready, but he was holding out.
It was true, it wasn’t just about the sleazy room, I was eager to fulfill my end of the bargain. It was more than that now. I wanted him, craved him in the same desperate way that he looked at me. Ever since he’d opened up to me about his past and given me the most amazingly delicious orgasm I’d ever experienced, everything changed. The longing and burning desire was a wildfire that was plowing down everything in its path, including my inhibitions.
With a heated blush, I grabbed my handbag and headed into the bathroom. I felt his stare following me.
Chapter Eleven
Khloe
About an hour later, we finally made it across state lines. He turned slightly to give me a fleeting high five and kept his other hand gripped on the handle of the Harley.
“How much further?” I asked over the roar of the engine and the street noise.
Ace gleamed back at me with a look of playful mischief. “Actually, I had a surprise in mind.”
“A surprise?” I flirted. “I like surprises, as long as they have a happy ending.”
“Oh, believe me,” Ace chuckled as he pulled off the interstate and onto an exit ramp. “This story is full of happy endings.”
It was a sexually laced comment. I giggled and chewed on my bottom lip, listening to the purr of my pulse racing in my ears.
He pulled into a decadent looking resort with high-end modern features. The hotel looked to be at least fifteen stories high. “This place looks expensive,” I observed. “What are we doing here?”
He stepped off the bike and then took my hand to help me climb off as well. He was beaming, a grin stretched wildly across his lips.
“I think we should take a rest here.”
“Here?” I pointed up at the perfection of the glorious luxury hotel. There was even a casino attached to it, according to the name. The entryway seemed crowded as hotel staff helped guests with their luggage.
“Yep.” He nodded and extended his hand for me to take. “We’ll have some fun for a change instead of the constant riding.”
We walked into the lobby where we were greeted with amenities galore. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung gallantly from the ceiling, and a massive aquarium with tropical and exotic fish swimming inside sat in the far right corner.
Ace bought a room on the top floor. We rode the elevator with excitement. Well, I knew I was beyond excited, and Ace was grinning from ear to ear. I was exhilarated and didn’t know what to expect, but I was ready to embrace whatever the day and night would hold.
When we walked into the hotel room, my jaw dropped as I took in all the amenities. “Wow,” I marveled. “You have certainly set the bar high now.”
Ace gave me a hungry glance. “I certainly aim to please such a pretty lady like yourself.” He winked.
I blushed and tossed my handbag onto the table with a smile. “We should go downstairs,” I proposed.
Ace sighed and plopped down on the enormous bed adorned with crisp white linens. He stared up at the ceiling and extended his arms and legs out to his side, taking up the entire bed with his body in a starfish position. I wondered if he ever stayed in places like this or was he just trying to impress me?
“What’s downstairs?” He asked curiously, as I looked at the guide laying out on the nightstand.
I joined him on the bed, folding a leg under me. “A spa, a five-star restaurant, a hot tub on the bottom floor and
the roof…and of course, the casino. It looked so fun.”
“So which one do you want to hit up first?” Ace propped himself up on his elbows and sized me up.
“Will we have time to do all the things?”
“We’ve reached Minnesota, so we can make time.”
“Hmmm. I’m feeling lucky tonight. Let’s start with the casino.”
“I would never take you to be a gambler,” he said.
“Maybe my luck is about to change,” I whispered, then I narrowed my gaze. “What? Did you think we were going to stay in bed all night?”
He faked a shocked expression. “Well, why would I think that? Why would anyone want to stay in this comfy California King bed all night and order whatever they want through room service while they enjoy champagne in a private jacuzzi?”
I giggled, and then my high faded as I realized something. “Wait. Did you want us to stay in the room so we won’t be seen?”
“Nah. I brought you here so we can have some fun without worry. Let’s do this.”
"Yay!" I took a small leap into the air. "I've never been to a casino before." I hadn't been enjoying life or embracing it to the fullest.
Ace was a lot of fun to be around, and I wanted to be able to relax for one afternoon. He looked like he hadn’t indulged himself in fun in a long while either. We both needed this.
“I’m going to take a quick shower and do my hair and then I’ll be out. I won’t take long. Promise.” Before, he could protest, I waltzed off to the bathroom and immersed myself in bliss of a hot shower.
When I came back out, ready to start our adventure at the resort, he was in the same spot, asleep on the bed. I grinned. He had to have been the most gorgeous man alive. I had to admit that he was cute when he slept. He looked so peaceful. Calm. Unworried. I must have made a sound because Ace bolted up from the bed and glanced around the room.
“Wha…?” He scratched his head. “I must have fallen asleep.”
“Yeah. That’s okay. You’ve been driving a lot and you needed to rest anyway. I took longer than I expected. The shower felt sooo good.”
He smiled. “Your hair looks pretty.”
I had braided it in a french braid down my back to keep the hair from falling in my face. “I try.”
“You don’t need to try. You’re beautiful all the time. Ready to have some fun?”
On the ride down the elevator, I told him I wanted to play some slots. “To be honest, the slots are less complicated. I don’t know how to play many of the table games.”
Ace's eyes sparkled as he grinned with amusement. “Here’s a little life lesson that can go a long way.” Then he gave me a tantric stare. “The house always wins.”
I swallowed hard. “Good to know, sir,” I teased.
The elevator doors opened and spilled us into the downstairs casino. Some elderly folks were playing at some slots in a corner while a couple of businessmen in high profile suits played blackjack at a table nearby.
I breathed in the stale air that was ripe with cigar smoke. The sound of the machines wailing and the vivid pictures of them dazzling in front of me fed my senses.
“This is great!” I proclaimed with a shriek and pulled Ace over to an empty slot machine. “Wish me luck,” I giggled as I placed my coins inside.
"I doubt you need it, babe," Ace offered and then kissed me on the lips. My insides warmed at the sweet gesture.
I yanked on the handle and pulled down. I came up empty, but I didn’t have time to be disappointed because Ace returned with a drink in hand for both of us.
“Vodka and pineapple juice,” he grinned proudly. “I figured you’d like a cocktail instead of beer.
“Mmm,” I cooed as I took a refreshing sip, pursing my lips with delight against the sweet and sour flavor. “Delicious.”
Ace gave me a sexy wink that was laced with so much sexual tension I wondered if my heart might explode. I played the slots for what seemed like forever. And Ace…well, he kept bringing out the cocktails whenever I asked. Plus, he seemed pretty content watching my reactions as I lost more times than I won.
“Here,” I gestured to the machine, taking another hearty sip. “You give it a shot, macho boy.”
Ace let out an eruption of laughter. “Macho boy?”
I raised my eyebrows, dangerously treading flirtatious waters now. “Uh-huh. Flex those muscles. Show us what you’ve got.”
Ace glanced around the casino bashfully. Apparently, I was talking louder than I realized, but I felt so relaxed and comfortable in this environment with Ace.
Ace put his beer down, pushed his sleeves up off his biceps and flexed. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he said in a macho voice.
We laughed and carried on like a young giddy couple. People were starting to notice and look, but I didn’t care. For once, I didn’t care what people thought of me. The drink was also getting to my head.
"Yeah, baby. That's what I'm talking about." I whistled and clapped. “You’ve got the moves like jagger.” I shimmied to the song blaring out of the casino’s speaker.
Ace watched as I swayed my hips to the beat. He shook his head humorously and sat down in the seat, ready to take his shot at the machine. “Alright.” He clapped his hands and then rubbed his palms together. He pressed the coins inside and pulled back the lever.
Luck was on Jayce’s side because he kept winning. Or maybe, he just had that magic touch.
“You make me laugh,” I commented, leaning back into his chest as the next set rolled out.
He held me about the waist with his chest molded to my back, and kissed me sensuously on the neck like he wanted to devour me in one bite, right there in the center of the casino.
“Ace…?”
“Are you okay? Do you want to go upstairs?” he whispered.
He must have realized that I wasn’t myself.
“Yes, maybe another cocktail first before we leave…” I spun around, looking up at him under heavily hooded eyes.
He shook his head slowly. “I think that’s enough for you.”
I hooked my fingers in the belt loop of his jeans and pulled him close. “Ah, I get it. You want to…save me.” My speech slurred. “Well, guess what I want?” I leaned in, pressing my mouth to his throat and kissing him there. “I don’t want to be saved,” I whispered. “Remember when you first saw me? I knew what you wanted then. I know what you want now. What if I’ve wanted you to fuck me all along?”
I was on my third or fourth drink by then, and the warm, wavy sensation of floating on top of the world and wrapped up in my buzz really captured the essence of the moment between us.
I could tell he was aroused by the way his cock rose against my fingers when I dipped them past his waistband.
“Time to go,” he said, then whisked me back to the room. It was all a blur. He must have carried me inside.
He slammed the door shut, making sure it was locked securely behind us, and then pushed me up against the wall. I gasped with pleasure as he hungrily stripped my shirt from my body, a wild and frantic glimmer pulsing through his eyes.
We both had too much to drink, but I couldn’t deny my attraction to him any longer. My current state of mind encouraged me to relax and do something impulsive that otherwise wouldn’t fit my usual demeanor.
Ace eyed me hungrily as if I were the one thing in the world that he wanted but couldn’t have. Now was the time for us to come together and give in to our sexual desires for each other.
“Is it true? What you said about us? Or is it the liquor talking?” he rasped against my skin.
“I know I’m drunk, Ace, but all of it is true. I wouldn’t lie about that.”
His hands were all over me, exploring every fiber of my body. He buried his head into my neck, showering me with scorching kisses that sent shivers of pleasure prickling across the landscape of my skin.
I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue inside, kissing me in a frenzy. I moaned softly in his ear and he groaned with delight.
I draped my arms around his neck as he carried me over to the bed.
My breath caught in my throat. His sizzling touch burned me with desire. I arched my back as he pushed open my legs. My insides pulsed as wetness puddled in my panties. I was itching for him to rip them off my hips and push himself between my legs. I wanted his tongue and his cock.
His mouth was aggressively nibbling on my lip as he straddled on top of me. I moaned with urgency into his ear, raking my hands through his unruly locks.
Right before we took it to the next level, Ace's ringtone began to pierce through the air like a siren wailing in the night. "It's okay," Ace groaned. "I'll let it go to voicemail."
I threaded my fingers through his hair and encouraged him to latch those delightful lips around my nipple. His mouth felt like heaven, sucking at my breasts.
The caller was persistent, calling over and over until Ace stood up and stumbled off of me.
“I’m sorry,” he said with apologetic eyes as he reached onto the bedside table to retrieve the phone. “Hello?” He said gruffly into the receiver. “This is a bad time—” His eyes widened. “What?”
His jaw went slack as he trailed off. I was hot and bothered, gripping the sheets while I panted hard and tried to keep my euphoria from dripping away.
I watched as Ace's expression shifted from grumpy to disturbed and horrified. Something was wrong. Ace hung up in a huff and started yanking his clothes back over his body.
“Get dressed,” he said abruptly. “We have to leave. Now.”
Chapter Twelve
Ace
I hated to frighten Khloe, especially after we were having such a great time together. Things were getting hot and heavy, and my dick still throbbed with the bulging erection even after I’d heard the dreadful news that was going to set us off a bit and cause us to jerk into survival mode. I adjusted the throbbing bulge of arousal in my pants as I began throwing things back into my backpack.
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