Chapter 15 #3
Ace leaned down and spoke low into my ear, “You want to dance for me, my pretty little Cat?”
Biting my lower lip, my body came alive at his heated words. “Yeah. You like to dance?”
He smiled so wide that I saw the white of his teeth. “I like you, Cat. As long as you’re with me, I’ll enjoy whatever we do.”
Blushing at his bold statement, I let him lead me onto what had become a makeshift dance floor. Though I was usually shy, I still loved to dance, and I wasn’t half bad at it, either.
The music pumped through us as we began to sway back and forth, causing my instincts to rise to the surface. The base thumped loudly, making me feel like a slave to the beat.
Turning in Ace’s arms, I began to seductively swivel my hips. His hands circled my waist, squeezing the flesh there, showing me exactly how much he enjoyed the sensation of me grinding against him. Feeling my body plastered against his.
As the notes of the music began to swell and speed up in pace, so did my movements.
Instinct wholly took over now. I was host to a foreign entity, and it had a strangle hold on both my emotions and my actions.
Sweat blossomed over my skin. Heat coursed through my veins until I felt like I was on fire.
My muscles began to bunch and coil with excess tension.
I felt like I was on the verge of breaking, coming apart, but I didn’t know when or why.
Before the last lingering beats of the song died away, Ace spun me around and effortlessly tossed me over his shoulder. Growling, “Enough of this tease! I need the real thing. We’re going upstairs now!”
I didn’t fight him. I wanted this. I was aching and pleading for it in my very core. I needed him inside me. Right. Fucking. Now!
Taking the stairs two at a time and with me still slung over his shoulder, Ace bolted down a long, dark hallway until we came to its end. With agility I could only envy, he held me, reached into his pocket, located his key, and breached the door into his room.
Kicking the door closed behind him, Ace set me onto my feet and ordered, “Strip!”
His breathing was labored, but not from exertion. It was from the lust in his eyes and how hard he was working to hold it all inside. Those grey orbs were practically glowing in the dark space, radiating his deep need to be inside of me. To finally tie us together as one.
We undressed hastily and in tense silence.
Again, I admired his masculine beauty with each item of clothing he removed.
The rippling planes of his chest and abs.
That deep V that arrowed its way between his hips and disappeared beneath his jeans.
Damn! This man really was male perfection in every way.
I was naked first. Finding the mattress with the back of my thighs, I dropped backward onto its plush top. Never taking my eyes off of him, I inched closer to the headboard, letting my legs fall open in a silent offer to the beast of a man in front of me.
Raising his chin, Ace sniffed the air like he could smell my arousal. The act should have made me insecure, but it didn’t. I wanted him to smell, taste, and most of all, touch me. To do everything his dirty imagination could conjure up to my eager body, over and over again.
Once he was standing naked before me, Ace reached between his legs and stroked the epic erection throbbing there. Its long, hard length caused me to lick my lips in memory of how good it had tasted when I’d sucked him off. How his cum had shot into my mouth and down my throat like liquid candy.
Noticing my hungry expression, Ace began to teasingly jerk himself off, driving me absolutely wild. “Do you see something you like, babe? You want this dick? You want it in that tight cunt of yours?”
I was beyond playing. I needed him or else I might do something I’d live to regret. Like begging on my hands and knees for every hefty, thick, satisfying inch he had to offer.
“I want that dick,” I rasped, my voice rough with my uncontrollable desire for this man, slipping my fingers between my legs and dredging them through my abundant cream. “I’ll do anything for it.”
My answer caused him to jerk even harder. “Are you wet enough for me, Cat? You think you’re ready to take all of this,” he slid his hand along the impressive length of his swollen shaft, using the circle of his fingers to massage the tip, “Inside of you?”
“Yesss, Ace,” I purred, my fingers eagerly working my clit, already on the verge of an intense orgasm. “I want it so bad. Nice and hard. As hard as you can give it to me. Please, Ace. I need you inside me.”
A look of sheer predatory delight crossed his handsome features. “Oh, it’ll be hard, babe. But it won’t be nice,” he warned in his rumbly, deep voice.
“Good. I don’t want you to be nice,” I told him, finding a sexual confidence I’d never possessed before. “I want it as rough as you can give it to me.”
Ace inhaled sharply. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
This time it was my turn to smile. “And I won’t, until you give me what I asked for. What I want more than anything!”