Beware

by Shanora Williams

  I can’t fight it.

  The heat starts in my belly and turns into a full-blown fire as it travels between my legs. I arch my back, letting out a wild scream as my fingernails bite into the skin of his large shoulders. “Oh, God, Ace!” I cry, thinking he’ll ease up.

  But it doesn’t slow him down. It makes him go harder.

  Faster.

  I pant for breath, my body going limp, my slick walls clenching around him with each thrust.

  Ace finally stops, jerking out of me and pulling me off the counter. My feet land on the cold floor, but he grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa. I think he’s going to sit, or at least let me sit after making me come so hard, but instead, he marches for the arm of the sofa and forces my head down first. The rest of my body comes down with me. I’m perched over the arm of the sofa, sort of confused about the position.

  “Showered tonight?” he asks.

  I blink quickly. “Yes. Before dinner.”

  “Good. I’ll be back,” he murmurs. “Stay just like that.”

  He rushes away, giving me no time to respond. I hear him rush to my bedroom. Drawers open and close, doors creak open then slam shut. Several seconds later and he’s back. He presses his chest on my back, and the warmth of his skin makes mine buzz. “Look,” he whispers.

  I open my eyes, watching as he dangles a pearl necklace in front of me. “What are you gonna do with that?” I whisper.

  He laughs silently, grabbing my arms. He then presses my wrists together, wrapping the pearls around them until they’re good and tight. They’re so tight I can’t move. They’ll definitely leave some kind of mark or bruise if he keeps them on for too long.

  Running his hands down my back, Ace groans. It’s deep, and makes the center of my legs tingle and clench. When he reaches my ass, he spreads my cheeks, running a thumb down the crack. “I’m making this mine,” he murmurs.

  My eyes stretch.

  Wait… pause.

  Making what his?

  I fidget, wanting to know what he’s doing. All I hear is movement, but then there’s a wheezing noise, as if he’s just squeezed a bottle of lotion. To my surprise, he spreads my ass cheeks again, and I believe it’s oil he’s putting there. A lubricant. It’s warm and thick.

  Oh, God.

  I bite my bottom lip as he runs his thumb down my ass and plays with the tight entrance. I knew he had an ass fetish, I just didn’t think he’d perform any of the fetishes on me.

  I’m terrified, yet excited.

  Should I want this, is the question. I’ve never had anyone put anything back there, but as he uses his thumb to play with the virgin hole, I can’t deny what I feel. I like it.

  “Ace,” I whisper.

  “Quiet.”

  I zip my lips, and he kisses my shoulder. Then, something hard and thick lands on the arch of my back, and I stifle my breath. Sitting up straight, Ace spreads my ass with one hand, using the other to hold his cock. He runs his cock down the split of my ass, skipping over my puckered entrance to reach the other—the one I’m so used to being poked and prodded by him.

  He runs his cock back up, squeezing one cheek in his hand. He’s being gentle, which I’m thankful for.

  It’s completely unexpected when his finger enters my backside. He’s going nice and slow with just one, and when he realizes I can handle it, he adds another. He guides his fingers in and out, and I squeeze my eyes shut, growing to the sensation. He does this for a few minutes, kissing each cheek as I moan with each thrust of his fingers.

  But when he stops, he removes his fingers, and I feel the intimidating heat of him hovering behind me. I feel like I should run like hell. I mean, those fingers of his were just a start. Just a test… but to face the real deal… can I even face it? Will I be able to take it? Someone so… big?

  Before I can give it anymore thought, he does what I was afraid he was going to do—what I was expecting, yet what I kind of hoped wouldn’t happen.

  He enters the back door, and I gasp as that first stretch makes my whole body alert. It’s as if Zeus has just struck me with one of his lightning bolts.

  “Shit!” I hiss. I wasn’t ready for that, but I don’t fight against it. I arch my back further, encouraging him to keep going, hoping to adjust. He groans, clearly loving how I’m so willing to let him continue. I just wonder how much of his cock I’ll be able to take in there.

  Ace goes further, sliding in inch by inch. I feel more oil running down my ass, and I’m glad he’s keeping me lubricated. But the pain is crucial. This isn’t how it felt when I lost my virginity to ol’ Bobby boy in my aunt Judie’s basement. This is much worse. And what sucks most is I can’t even get him to stop when I need him to. I can’t even push him away. He has me cuffed.

  He knew what he was doing by tying my wrists together. He doesn’t want me to move. And no matter how much I fight against him cramming his cock in my ass, I won’t be able to resist. He has me right where he wants me. If I tell him to stop, he’ll stop for good. He’ll be right about me not being able to handle someone like him… which I don’t want.

  More pain shoots up to my abdomen. I wince, and call his name, begging him to ease up. Without knowing it, I tell him to stop. He’s going slow, doing little by little, but he has so much more left. So much more to fill me up with. I don’t think I can take it, and for the first time tonight, I think maybe he’s right.

  “I won’t stop, London,” he murmurs.

  “Why?” I whisper, feeling tears prick my eyes.

  “’Cause when I’m where I need to be, you’ll be begging me to keep going.”

  “How do you know?”

  He doesn’t respond with words. He responds with action. He’s not as gentle about it anymore. He’s rougher, forcing his cock further and further inside. His left hand is still squeezing my ass, and to my surprise—as much as I don’t want to admit it—he’s right. He’s completely inside, and it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but pleasant.

  He starts with slow strokes, dropping the bottle of oil on the floor to grab my waist. I moan even louder, still an alien to what’s happening back there. But the more he goes, the more I become accustomed to it. And when he reaches around me, toying with my clit with his thumb, I see what he means. I am enjoying this.

  It’s different. It’s something I never thought I’d do a day in my life, but there’s a first time for everything. And this is the right person to do this with for the first time because fortunately, he knows exactly what the hell he’s doing, and he knows what I’m capable of. He knows what I like. He knows I enjoy the blend of pain and pleasure. He knows, as much as he’d love to see me running, that I won’t. That I’ll never look weak in front of him. That I can handle anything, like I told him the first time.

  So this… yes, I can handle it.

  Yes, I will take it.

  And I will come, just as I hard as I did on that kitchen counter.

  Ace’s speed picks up. His hands are now on my shoulders, forcing my ass to envelope his cock. He’s going a little faster than I thought he would. My moans are turning into animalistic calls. His growls pick up, and one hand goes to my hair to yank my head back. He uses his other hand to put a finger in my mouth. I suck on it, and his body locks up, but he pulls it out and lifts me up, my back to his chest. Using the finger I sucked on, he runs it across my clit then slides it inside me. I clench around it, knocking my head back as he adds another. He fucks me harder, mercilessly, just the way I wanted it. I know I’ll be sore in the morning, way more than I was the first time, but I don’t care. I’ll take anything that’ll cause my mind to drift away from what I’m feeling deep down. And he’ll do anything to take my mind away from it all.

  Without realizing it, I’ve come around Ace’s two fingers. He growls in my ear, his body seizes behind me, and I know he’s next. Pushing me back down, my stomach on the arm of the sofa again, he strokes into my ass repeatedly. Not that it hurts, but I feel tears come to my eyes. I’m not sure what
they represent, but I don’t allow them to shed. I refuse because, for the first time in a long time, I enjoyed something new.

  Something different.

  Something even more satisfying than the norm. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea of my tears.

  Ace groans, slamming harder and harder with each shudder. Once he’s drained himself completely, he collapses on top of me, and we both breathe through the moment. I fight my laughs and giggles, but Ace notices and sits up to turn me around. “What’s funny?”

  “Nothing,” I say quickly, biting a smile. “Just… thinking… about how sore I’ll be in the morning. And about how much I’ll probably regret this.”

  My last sentence leaves a frown on his face. “Regret this?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. Wait… what the hell am I saying? Why am I saying this out loud?

  “I’m sure you aren’t going to regret this shit,” he mumbles, snatching his condom off.

  “I think I am,” I say, shaking my head. “I mean, we both know this is wrong. And stupid. And we’re acting like nothing ever happened… like I’m here for no apparent reason. Like my life isn’t in any kind of danger.”

  He swipes his nose, a frown still on his face. “Get on your knees.”

  I blink rapidly, eyebrows stitched. “W-what?”

  “Knees. Now.” His voice is stern… demanding.

  “For what?”

  His frown deepens. He places a hand on my shoulder, forcing me down. I drop to my knees, and he grabs my jaw, forcing my mouth open. Lodging his semi-hard cock into my mouth, he glares down at me and forces a hand in my hair. “You say dumb shit when you’re drunk,” he growls. He forces his cock in a little more. I can feel him getting harder. “You won’t regret this shit. Know why?”

  I shake my head, and he yanks his cock out to run it across my lips. Then he picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, which I find surprising since my hands are still locked behind me, and presses my back against the nearest wall. Without so much as a word, he plows his now hard cock deep inside me, eyes blazing, lips curled. “Because I’m gonna make sure I’m the best you ever fucking had. And by the time we’re done—after these three months—you won’t regret anything but the fact that you’re going home and that you’ll be far away from the only man that can truly satisfy you.”

  With each word, he’s pumping in and out. He’s turning himself on, and I can’t believe it, but he’s turning me the hell on, too. Arrogant son of a bitch. That’s what he is.

  He keeps going, and I sync with him, grinding my hips, getting as much pleasure as possible. It feels too good not to come. In a matter of seconds, as his thumb skims through my folds repeatedly, I explode around him.

  Immediately, he drops me, forcing me down on my knees and demanding that I spread my lips. With my mouth open wide, him stroking his now hard cock, he releases himself from his hand just to put it in my mouth.

  Then, he comes down my throat. I gag at first from the tangy taste, but I manage. I swallow it all, sucking him dry. He shudders and shakes but doesn’t take his hands off me. He groans, tilting his head back as he completely empties himself in my mouth.

  I slurp him from his shaft to the head. When I get to the tip, he twitches. I do it again, and he jolts, gasping.

  I get a thrill out of seeing him come undone. He looks so innocent. So different. More like the Donovan side of him than Ace.

  After he pulls away, I wobble to my feet. It’s hard to do being drunk and cuffed in pearls, but I manage. Ace turns around and looks at me, shaking his head. He then walks around me to take the pearls off my wrists.

  Silence fills the room as I watch him place the pearls down on the coffee table. He makes his way to the kitchen where his clothes are and quickly dresses himself. I plop down on the sofa just as he enters the living room, buttoning the last button of his shirt.

  “Should go,” he whispers.

  My bottom lip trembles, but I fight against whatever I’m feeling and nod with my head down. “Yeah…”

  Ace remains motionless, and I don’t dare look up for fear of crying. I hear him take a step back, and I feel my heart tighten in my chest. Even my throat goes dry. But slowly, he takes a step forward, and I finally look up.

  He’s unbuttoning his shirt again, and I don’t know why, but this makes my insides swirl with glee. I fight a smile as he marches my way. He picks me up in his arms without a word, carries me to my bedroom, shuts the door behind me, and places me on the bed.

  I lie down, watching as he kicks off his shoes and snatches off his dress shirt. He climbs on the bed, folding his fingers behind his head. He stares up at the ceiling and says, “Only for a few more hours. Till you fall asleep.”

  It’s like he’s just read my mind. I didn’t think he’d stay. It’s just not in his nature. I wonder what’s making him act out of character tonight…?

  My heart races, but I don’t say a word. I know if I say anything, it could ruin whatever this moment is, so I stay quiet. Cautiously, I inch toward him, pressing my forehead against his ribcage and curling into his side. I bring the blanket over me with a satisfied grin on my lips—one I’m glad I can hide in the dark.

  And as I get comfortable, I feel his body vibrate with silent laughter. Maybe I’m not hiding my emotions as much as I thought.

  I’m… excited about him staying.

  I can’t believe it. I’m excited about him staying with me, of all people. This still boggles my mind—our time together still boggles my mind—but I won’t question it. Why? Because I like it. I’m enjoying his company way too much. And right now, I want nothing between us to change or to get any more complicated or confusing than it needs to be.

  A few seconds pass before Ace adjusts himself to get a little more comfortable. He sighs, and I glance up at him. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “Just not used to… this.” He looks down at my arm wrapped around him.

  “Oh.” I start to pull away, but he reaches down quickly, stopping me.

  “No. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just not used to it. Keep it there.”

  I swallow as quietly as possible, lowering my head to his warm chest again.

  Clearing his throat, he stares at the ceiling again, running his finger down my wrist. “Where’s a place you’ve always wanted to go?” he asks.

  My eyebrows draw together. “Um… I don’t know. Why?”

  “Just think,” he murmurs.

  I seal my lips, thinking of all the places I’ve ever wanted to visit. Although I’m not big on traveling, there are places I’d like to go for a while. “Um… Santorini.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “Greece.”

  His eyes travel down. “Why Greece?”

  “I don’t know. Ever since I had this world geography class my sophomore year I’ve always wanted to go. My teacher was a big traveler. He loved telling stories about his trips. He had scrapbooks of each place he’d visited, full of pictures of him and his family. Well, while I was waiting for class to start one day, I looked at his Santorini scrapbook. It seemed he had the most fun there. It was exotic. Pools and beaches everywhere. White buildings. Crystal clear water… gorgeous,” I breathe then shake my head. “It’s on my bucket list. I probably won’t be able to go until I’m a little older, when I save up some money.”

  Ace is quiet for a moment. I look up at him to see where his eyes are. They’re already on me. “What if someone gave you that opportunity? Money, flight, hotel… everything included?”

  I laugh. “Who would do that? That’s a ton of money.”

  He shrugs, sighing. “You never know, Red. You never know.”

  ***

  Later that night, and I know I’ve succumbed. But Ace is still here, and I’m not sure if it’s my blurry haze, or perhaps a dream, but he’s staring at me. Watching me. Running his fingers down my jawline. His breathing is rigid… thick. It’s almost like he can’t control himself around me. His lips part as if he wants to
tell me something. His voice cracks as he formulates words. My eyes are low… lazy. I’m sure I don’t even look awake.

  He runs his fingers through my mangled curls. I hear myself moan. He smiles, and then his lips part again. “London,” I hear him whisper. His voice is gentle. I’ve never heard him this way before.

  I want to respond… but I can’t for some reason.

  Then his lips seal. He’s obviously changed his mind because he pulls his fingers out of my hair.

  And I drift off again… I think. Or maybe I was never awake.

  When I think about it, I figure it was just a dream because Ace Crow could never look so fragile. He’d never caress me like that… Not him. Not Crow.

  A filter of sunlight stretches across my face. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow. I start to rotate my legs to get in a more comfortable position, but the pain I feel running through the tunnel of my backside catches me completely off guard.

  Springing up, I grab my hips with wide eyes. “What the hell?”

  It’s a little foggy, but I can recall most of what went down last night. Although most of it isn’t very clear, I do remember some. And what I remember is Crow shoving that massive dick of his into my no-no zone.

  “Oh, God,” I groan, flopping back down. It’s not really a pain. More of an ache in my rear end. Kind of annoying, but when I think about every detail of last night, I can’t fight the smile that comes to my lips.

  Then, I remember he stayed a little longer. For me. Until I fell asleep. The smile on my face spreads even more.

  The clinking of dishes sounds in the kitchen, and I sit up, one eyebrow arched. Climbing out of bed, I rush for the bathroom to slip into my robe then head for the bedroom door. From here, I can’t make out who it is in the kitchen. But as he walks toward the three rectangular windows in my living room with a cup of brewed coffee in hand, I falter a smile. I’m actually… glad to see he’s still here.