Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
A ce tried to find his mad and couldn’t. Millie was so damn charming. As charming as she was stubborn. She was perfect for him.
Dammit.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d find himself falling.
Too late.
Ignoring the whispered warning in his mind he looked at the straps, connected to the top of the, what did she call it…rig? Yeah rig. They were fastened to something at the top with what looked like a heavy-duty carabiner.
“Tell me more about these…”
“Straps,” she offered, moving to the rig.
He nodded as he followed her. “Straps.”
“Some people think straps are the most difficult aerial apparatus, but I’ve done chain so—”
“Wait,” he interrupted, his brain refusing to comprehend what she was suggesting. “Chain? As in metal links, chain? Please do not tell me you do this twisting, spinning drop stuff on metal links.”
Her eyebrows rose, the corner of her mouth ticking up into that damn smile that both irritated him and heated his blood all at the same time.
“Okay, I won’t tell you, but I can show you.”
She went to move—to grab her phone and show him a horrifying video that would scar him for life he was sure—but he stopped her with a hand on her waist.
“Please don’t. This shit is impressive as hell, but let’s ease me in with the fabric stuff first.”
Her face brightened as she grasped the straps, bringing them forward. “You want to try?”
“Hell no.” He’d seen some of that aerial stuff online before and while it was impressive, he’d rather go through boot camp again then try to twist up in that stuff. Probably fall and break his damn neck if he tried. “I’m just interested in knowing what it is you do with all this.”
A smile graced her face, so bright and joyful it filled the entire space with her happiness. Damn he loved it when she smiled.
“You,” she lifted on her toes to place a soft kiss to his lips. “Are the sweetest.”
He grunted instead of disagreeing. She was the only one who thought so. Who was he to burst her bubble?
Taking a small step back she slipped her hands into the loops at the end of the straps.
“First off, these are nylon, not fabric. Fabric is silks and sling.”
He nodded, knowing he’d retain about a third of this information, but happy to listen.
“Straps have this loop at the end for the performer to place their feet or hands in, like this. Then you can roll up, do meat hooks, arm hangs. Lots of stuff really.”
He nodded as if he understood when really all he saw was an impressive and sexy woman in front of him.
“You can also do duo straps.”
“Duo?”
“Two people,” she explained. “One person usually bases while the other is called the flyer.”
“Fascinating.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Really? Do you really find all this fascinating?”
He stepped forward, grasping her hips in his hands and lowering his head so their lips were a breath apart. “I find you fascinating.”
She grinned, tilting her head up to brush her mouth against his. Heaven, pure heaving kissing this woman. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of it. He gripped her hips, deepening this kiss and moving to haul her up against him when an idea popped into his head. Pulling away he stepped back. Millie let out a disappointed whimper.
He planned to turn that whimper into a scream of pleasure soon.
“Can you do that roll up thing again?” he asked, a plan forming in his mind. One he never would have thought of before her. What was she doing to him?
She arched one eyebrow but complied. Putting her arms into a T shape, she piked her legs and started to roll, the nylon going up her arms like a barber pole stripe. Once her feet were off the ground, he held up a hand.
“Perfect, stay there.”
“Ace, what are you…”
Her words died out as he got on his knees before her, understanding heating their stormy depths.
“You can’t be serious.”
He grinned. “I’m always serious. To a fault some have said.”
She laughed, her laughter turning into a soft moan when he placed his hand over her core, stroking her through the thin yoga leggings.
“Ace, yes.”
Encouraged by her moan he grasped the fabric and her underwear, pulling it down her legs, grateful she wasn’t wearing any shoes to hamper taking them off completely. She hung in the air like an offering. An offering he couldn’t wait to devour.
“Ace.”
He glanced up at the tremble in her voice, noticing the slight shake in her arms as they held her body aloft.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulder, taking her body weight and opening her up to him. His hands grasped the round, firmness of her ass as he tugged her into the perfect position.
“So pretty,” he murmured before swiping his tongue to taste her.
“Yesssssssss,” she keened above him, arching her hips, shoving herself against his face.
It was the only place he wanted to be. Heaven wasn’t a strong enough descriptor for what Millie tasted like. Bliss. Pure, joyful, bliss.
He feasted on her, thrusting his tongue inside, using his teeth to gently scrape her clit, listening to her pants and moans until she screamed out her release. Her body sagged, a happy giggle reaching his ears.
“Holy shit, that was amazing.”
It was, but he wasn’t done with her yet.
Gently moving her legs off his shoulder, he stood, still grasping her waist as she hung from the straps.
“Hold on, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”
A glint of renewed heat lit her eyes. Her tongue came out to lick those tempting lips. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and holding on.
“Please tell me you have a condom on you.” Her head turned to glance over her shoulder. “I have some in my bag, but honestly I don’t want to let you go even for a second right now.”
He understood, because he felt the same way. Thankfully he came prepared. Not that he’d even imagined in any of his wildest dreams this scenario would happen. But since he’d started sleeping with Millie, he always made sure to keep a condom on him at all times. Never knew when a moment would arrive.
Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet. He opened the brown leather and took out the condom that he’d stashed in there this morning, tossing the wallet to the floor.
“You’ll have to take off your pants yourself. I’m a little…tied up,” she said with a sassy wink.
He chuckled, loving her sense of humor. There were a lot of things to love about this woman. The thought made something spark in his chest, but he pushed it away. Not ready to examine the strange tingly sensation burning in his heart. He had other things to focus on right now.
Making sure her legs were above his pants, securely holding her to him, Ace quickly shucked his pants and boxers off. His erection sprang free, aching to be inside Millie. She pressed her ass down against it, tormenting him with the movement.
“Behave,” he commanded, adding a sharp smack to those perfect cheeks.
“Never,” she taunted back.
Knowing he needed to be inside her in the next three seconds—or he’d lose it—he ripped open the packaging, rolling the condom down his aching cock before grasping her hips and lifting her up. Millie complied, losing her grip on him, allowing him to place himself at her entrance. He pushed inside, slowly, inch by achingly sweet inch.
“Aceeeeee,” she moaned out his name.
“You feel so damn good sweetheart,” he whispered against her temple.
“Move,” she commanded.
Not needing to be told twice, he started at a slow pace that quickly became fast and frenzied. Her legs tightened around him, heels pressing into his back as she leaned back, her arms still wrapped in the straps. Her breasts bounced as he thrust into her, falling slightly to the side with the arch of her back. So damn beautiful.
He felt the tingle at the base of his spine. Knew this glorious moment would be over soon. He wished it could never end. Wished he could spend his entire life inside Millie, reveling in the wonder of her.
“Ace, please, I’m close,” she panted out.
Adjusting his grip, he held her with one arm, moving his other hand in between them. He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to have her crying out his name. Her inner walls gripped him tight, sealing the end as he lost himself inside her.
He pulled her up against his chest. At some point she unwrapped her arms, the straps falling, swaying slightly in the air.
“That was….” She shook her head against his shoulder. “There are no words. I have no words.”
He chuckled. “That’s a first.”
She lightly smacked his arm, lifting her head and kissing him gently.
“Who knew you could be so creative? There’s an aerialist in you yet, Ace Jackson. You’ll see. I’ll get you in an apparatus.”
Not likely, but he’d do just about anything to keep that smile on her face.
“Only if you’re in it too.” He bobbed his eyebrows. “Naked.”
She laughed, the sound filling his entire soul. He was so far gone for this woman. When the hell did that happen?