I’m glad that even Ace Crow can look defenseless.
But just as that thought crosses my mind, something changes.
It’s as if he’s read my mind. He realizes he needs to be taking charge again, that he can’t show too much satisfaction, so he stops me, fists my hair, and literally fucks my mouth.
He thrusts in and out, and I gag around him. In and out, in and out. He pumps, and I whimper, feeling tears come to the corner of my eyes. Is this what he means by me not being able to handle him? Because I admit, this I don’t think I can handle for too long.
He does this for two whole minutes (I know because I count), until finally, he stops. Removing his hard flesh from my mouth, he grabs my elbow and lifts me up. It hurts to do, but I swallow hard as he runs the back of his hand down my jawline.
“Still think you can handle me?” he asks.
“You don’t scare me,” I whisper.
Revealing a simple dimple, he says, “Really? ‘Cause you should be terrified.” His face hardens. He takes my words as a challenge because, in an instant, he demands me to get on the bed.
I climb on the bed willingly, curious as to what will happen next. I can’t read him. I don’t know what he’s capable of now. After the way he fucked my mouth like he did me on the table only moments ago, I should be running away. I shouldn’t want this… him doing whatever he wants to me. Making me his sex toy.
Ugh. What in the hell is wrong with me?
Ever since he’s been around, I’m not sure how to feel. I know, for sure, that I don’t trust him completely, and that he’s known by others as a monster, but his ways have nothing to do with my needs. My wants. My body.
This is just sex.
Harmless, and far from basic sex.
And there’s no denying how much I’m enjoying it. Look at me, sitting on the middle of his bed as I watch him stroke that thick, delicious cock of his. Maybe it’s me trying to cover up how I really feel. Maybe it’s me trying to rid myself of my emotions. Maybe I want to become fearless and let nothing stop me anymore. Or maybe, just maybe, I just don’t want to face the reality of things right now.
Whatever it is, it’s working. And I want it to last… just for the rest of the night. I need this. I’m tired of being sad. Tired of crying. Tired of the what-ifs. Tired of the lies. I just want to stop caring, but unfortunately for me, that’s impossible.
I’ll never stop.
One night will never change that.
She should be running. She shouldn’t even fucking be here. But she tempted me. She tested me. I don’t like to be tested. I don’t like to look weak, especially with women.
So she’s getting what she asked for.
I’m not holding back.
I’ll fuck her until her eyes cross.
Fuck her until she goes hoarse.
Fuck her until she begs me to stop, until she realizes that what I said was true. That she can’t fucking handle someone like me.
Not only does that go for sex, it goes for my lifestyle, too. I see the questions in her eyes, and I refuse to answer them. I see the desperate look she has when she stares at me. I saw how frightened she was when she noticed it was me who touched her on that balcony at the party.
No way is she capable of handling the ugly side of me. The business side. If she’s scared of me now, if she can’t trust me while I’m as calm as I could ever be, she never will.
And she shouldn’t. I don’t want her to. That’s one less person I have to worry about.
She spreads her legs as I stare at her from the middle of the bedroom. I never thought she’d be the forward type. She’s the kind of girl that doesn’t hold back. When she wants something, she wants it. And it’s quite obvious that my dick is all she wants right now.
Just as I take a step forward, she removes the straps of her ripped dress. I pause, watching as she tosses the dress aside. When she sits back down, she’s completely naked. So fucking sexy. Sexier than I imagined.
Her nipples are hard. A few tendrils of her hair have fallen and are dangling in her eyes. I don’t think she realizes how sexy she looks.
Or, maybe, she does.
She does something I don’t see coming from her.
Running her fingers down her stomach, she leans back on her elbows, resting her hand on her pelvis. She draws in a deep breath, brings her forefinger up to her mouth, and sucks on it.
My dick twitches as she sucks it moist, but I spasm as she brings that wet finger down and rubs it across her clit. She stares me in the eyes as she circles her nub, and when she lowers her hand to finger herself, her head falls back, and she moans. It’s quiet in here, so the sound of her pleasure turns me all the way on.
I continue stroking myself, watching as she goes in and out of her pussy, runs her juices up to her clit then down again. She repeats the same movements then lifts her head to look at me.
I can’t take it anymore.
I rush toward her, climb on the bed, and order her to get on her knees. She does as told, watching as I run my fingers through her wet pussy. “Turn around,” I order.
She turns.
“Hold the top of the headboard.”
She inches forward, clutching the headboard. My eyes roam her backside. Purposely, she arches her back, revealing the wet, pink slit between her legs.
Goddamn. She’s gonna make me come all over myself before I even get inside for fuck’s sake.
I know I have to catch her off guard. She’s drunk, vulnerable, and still horny. I order her to stay still. Turning on my back, I place my head between her thighs and she looks down curiously. Her lips part, but I interrupt her before she can say anything.
“Don’t speak,” I grumble. She sighs and looks up, hands still locked around the headboard. “Look at me,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her thigh. She looks down, eyes low and lazy. “I’m gonna eat you… just like this.”
She nods, licking her lips.
“Ride my face,” I demand.
She looks down, unsure about my command. I stare up at her, eyebrows knitted. “I’ve never done that befo—”
“Just do it,” I sigh.
And she does. She lowers her pussy to my mouth. I stick my tongue out, running it across her entire slit. She shudders, moaning as she looks down at me.
“Ride.” My voice is muffled, but she understands.
She rocks her hips forward and back, and with each one, I make sure I slurp and suck. Her eyes shut, and she throws her head back. I grab her ass, gluing her sweet pussy to my face.
She’s wet now. Too wet. She’s fucking leaking. And I love it.
She starts to ride harder, groaning and cursing, her breath catching. Her hips swivel on my mouth, and her juices spill down my goatee. I don’t stop sucking though. Removing one hand from the headboard, she lowers it, placing it on her thigh to keep herself steady. She’s riding my tongue harder now. Her body is tensing, her moans transforming to squeals and screeches.
“Oh, Ace!” she screams, and I smile, burying my face deeper into her cunt. I eat her greedily, like I’ve never eaten anything in my life. Like a wolf demolishing its prey.
When she chokes on her words, I know it’s coming. I prepare for it, spreading my lips but licking her clit ever so gently. She cries out, spewing words as her legs lock around my face. I don’t stop my tongue from playing with her swollen nub. She shudders and rocks repeatedly, begging me to stop so she can catch her breath.
I refuse.
She wanted this.
And I want to taste every ounce of juice.
Finally, her body goes limp. Her forehead presses against the headboard, and I lower the back of my head to the bed, looking up at her. Her eyes are shut, her lips parted, body working hard to catch its breath.
When her eyes open, she rolls over and flops on her back. I sit up, looking down at her as her chest heaves.
“Think we’re done?” I ask, cocking a brow.
Her eyes pop open. She looks me in the eyes, her eyeb
rows stitched.
“Stand up,” I tell her.
“Ace,” she whines.
“Now.”
Blinking rapidly, she draws in a deep breath and forces her body up. She stands to her feet, a hand on her hip. “Now what?”
“Come over here,” I say, standing. I sit on the bottom of the bed, making sure the soles of my feet are planted on the carpet.
She looks at me suspiciously, unsure of what’s about to happen next. Her eyes travel down to my erect cock and the trickle of cum at the tip.
“Lick it off,” I whisper.
She stares down at it, slowly licking her lips. Then she walks toward me, lowering herself to her knees. Planting her elbows on my thighs, she fists my cock, slides her tongue out, and licks the tip. I smile down at her as she looks up at me, most likely wondering if this is what I want.
I nod.
And she continues.
She sucks harder this time, running her hands up and down, meeting my shaft, then my balls. She makes sure to suck my balls too. I love that she doesn’t leave them out. She knows what she’s doing. She’s a fucking pro at this shit. I can’t help but to be curious as to how many times she’s sucked dick. How many have entered that pretty little mouth of hers.
She moistens my cock, moaning as she takes inch by inch into her mouth. I sit back, placing my elbows behind me to perch myself up. I enjoy the view, but I know I won’t be able to last for too long.
My eyes roll, and I close them tight, grabbing the back of her head until I touch her throat. She makes a gagging noise. I smile. I want her to choke around me. Makes me feel too big for her.
Holding her head on both sides, I lift it up and down, and she doesn’t stop sucking. Her tongue slithers and curls around me. So fucking good.
“Fuck, London. Right fucking there,” I tell her and that’s obviously her motivation. She knows it’s coming, so she sucks hard. I force her head down each time she takes me into her mouth. She chokes each time, but she doesn’t stop.
When I look down, she’s looking right into my eyes. She’s too fucking bold. Too fucking much.
Those hazel eyes are too damn much for me to take in. There’s something about the way she looks at me. It’s like she’s owning me, letting me know that she isn’t afraid to handle me, and that no matter how hard I try, I won’t intimidate her. At least, not with sex.
This is her proving that she’ll do anything to fuck me again.
And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t working.
She plays with my sack, massaging them with one hand, and I knock my head back. She pumps my cock harder with her other hand, still stroking my balls, tongue still lapping around my tip. She slurps me repeatedly, causing a glugging noise with her mouth. And then it comes.
I jolt, grab the back of her head, and cum down her throat. She moans around me, finishing me off. I curse beneath my breath, my cock twitching, throbbing as I linger in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl, forcing her head down once more before I finally release her.
She pulls away, and I collapse on my back, staring up at the ceiling fan. The bed shifts beneath her weight, and she climbs on top of me. Staring into my eyes, she lowers her body and presses her lips against mine. “Like I said… I can handle anything,” she whispers.
And then she climbs off of me. She rushes toward my closet and pulls down a pair of sweat pants and an old T-shirt. Tugging the clothes on quickly, she looks my way and smirks.
“Tonight was fun. But, unfortunately, that’s all you get.” Then she makes her way to the door, swings it open, and clambers down the stairs.
Stunned, I listen as the front door creaks open and shuts behind her. I can’t fight my smile as I throw my head back down on the bed. She used my own words and actions against me.
Smart fucking girl.
But I know there’s way more to come. And as she walks home, away from my condo, I’m sure she knows it as well. Only, the next time won’t be so light. This was the first time, so I cut her some slack. I let her off easy this time.
But next time, I’ll fuck her so hard and so good that she won’t be able to speak when I’m done with her. She won’t even be able to get up to walk away from me.
She’ll be stuck. Paralyzed.
Then that sweet, tight little pussy of hers will really be mine. She won’t be able to deny it. She won’t be able to deny me of anything I want.
I wake up sore.
So sore I can hardly move, and so hung over that the pain only makes me want to cry.
Memories of last night come to surface as I flip on my side and groan, disbelieving it all. I remember everything. Every last detail. Even our heated conversation on the balcony that led to the multiple orgasms last night in his bedroom.
I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not.
I actually smile because I loved every damn second of it. And with his scent on me, the memories come at me full-force.
He’s not the kind of person I should’ve done those things with, but that’s what makes the thought of it even better. He’s someone I should stay away from, yet I gave him my all last night… well, almost.
Forbidden sex is the best sex. Sex with Ace is great sex.
Sighing, I turn on my back and lift the blankets over my face. I could lie here all day, think about how I rode his face, and how I sucked him off, but I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to get hooked, not on someone like Ace Crow.
Winning the argument against my body, I shower and afterwards I head for the kitchen to start the coffee maker. I drink two mugs of coffee, but as I begin to pour my third, there’s a knock at the door.
I look out the peephole, spotting Bianca. I look for Gerrick, but he’s nowhere to be found. Unlocking the door, I swing it open, and Bianca immediately grins at me.
“Please forgive me,” she begs.
“For what?” I ask, allowing her inside.
“For… ditching you last night. I feel so awful but… you see, Maurice asked me to dance and… well, I kind of got drunk and distracted.” She covers her face, shaking her head. “I’m terrible.”
I laugh. “No. Not at all,” I murmur, bringing her hands down from her face.
She looks at me, eyes full of guilt. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find you after the party was over. Where’d you go?”
“Oh… um.” I think of a quick lie. “I came back here, fell asleep.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. No big deal.”
Sighing, Bianca shrugs her shoulders and steps back. “Well, I just wanted to come apologize. I was supposed to stick with you last night but got kind of caught up.”
“It’s okay.” I smile at her. “Seriously. Don’t worry about it. I understand.”
She winks. Pulling the door open, she steps out, but when she glances over her shoulder, she gives an odd look. “Where’s Gerrick?”
“Uh… I think he went by his place to change.”
She blinks quickly, then nods. “Oh. Have you seen Ace today?”
I shake my head rapidly. “Nope. Haven’t seen him.”
“Oh okay. I think I’ll go pay him a visit before I head out.” She clutches the doorknob. “You know, Maurice and I found it really strange that Ace left the party early. We couldn’t find him.”
My heart thunders against my chest. “That’s weird… where do you think he went?”
She shrugs. “Probably to screw some girl… who knows with him. He doesn’t like to update people on his whereabouts. I’ll go see what’s up. Chow, darling!” She smiles from ear to ear, shutting the door behind her. I blow out a sigh of relief, heading toward the kitchen again. I pop a few aspirins then take a seat on the couch.
I briefly go over last night again, but then reality hits me.
“Oh shit,” I mutter. What if she finds my ripped dress? My heels? My pearls? Oh, crap. What if Ace actually tells Bianca about what happened between us last night? Would he do that? Tell her that he fucked me, just t
o give himself a little credit? I know they’re close and he tells her a lot of things, but would he tell her that much?
***
Luckily, I don’t hear from Bianca or Ace for the rest of the day.
Or the next day.
Or even the day after that.
It’s not like me to be annoying, but I am kind of concerned. Perhaps he told her after all. Maybe she considers me just another one of his sluts.
My curiosity gets the best of me. I’ve been stuck in the house for three days, curled up on the sofa watching MTV and Cartoon Network. There’s only so much TV I can watch before I go mad, or possibly turn into the world’s sloppiest couch potato.
Heading to my bedroom, I toss on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Grabbing my jacket, I toss it on and zip it, slip into my Keds sneakers, and head for the front door. Gerrick turns as it creaks open. I smile at him, doing my awkward wave.
“Hey, Gerrick.”
“Afternoon,” he says.
“I haven’t seen Bianca or Ace in a few days. Think you can walk me over there?”
He checks his watch. “Yeah. Sure.” Pressing his lips to smile, Gerrick steps back and allows me out. I walk past him, my smile still forced, and head for the elevator. What I should’ve done was call, but I’ve been here for a little over a week now. I should be allowed to just pop up… sort of like Bianca does. And he said I could ring him at any time… I guess this is sort of like ringing someone.
As the elevator dings and the doors shoot open, I walk across the lobby, towards the glass doors bordered with gold. Gerrick walks behind me slowly, taking a look around us and then walking out the door behind me.
When we make it up to the top floor of Ace’s building, Gerrick insists that I knock instead of him just unlocking the door for me. Nodding, I knock gently, and it takes less than a minute for the door to swing open.
A tall, light-skinned, African-American woman in a business suit answers. She stares at me through her oval glasses, head slightly tilted. Her lips part, and I hate how full they are. The woman is unbelievably pretty. And not only that, two buttons of her vest seem to have been undone. There’s only one reason for that.
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