Eight
Kema
When we made it back to the room, Ace let me take my shower first. I was laying across the bed on my stomach scrolling my phone. I was having a good ass time on this trip. Ace might've had something to do with that, but I wasn't ready to unpack all that shit yet.
The nosey part of me wanted to know what really happened between him and Kel, but I also didn’t care.
Kel avoided me for most of the day while constantly looking my way, and Tiana kept giving me the stank eye.
I wasn’t worried about her, though. One thing a bitch always had was nerve. What she didn’t have was courage.
She seen her nigga was looking at me and didn't dare say shit to him but had the audacity to look at me like she was on that.
I heard the bathroom door open and looked over to see Ace getting out the shower. I tried to watch him through the mirror as he entered the room with a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water ran down his chest and disappeared beneath the towel. Jesus. “What you staring at Kema? ” He said.
I turned back around smirking. "Nothing Ace."
I wasn't about to play with him. Ace knew he could get it.
"You know I owe you from this morning, right?" He said walking toward the bed, and slapping me on my ass.
Ace removed my shorts and gently bit my ass cheek. “Stay just like that. Don’t move,” he instructed and climbed on to the bed.
I heard him tearing a condom wrapper open, and he placed it on his dick before kissing me from the crack of my ass, up my spine, and back to my neck.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and I moaned as he entered me. His dick was huge, and he pushed into me a few inches at a time until he was completely inside of me. Ace stroked my walls slowly, allowing me to get used to his girth and length.
He was fucking me so good. I needed this but I also knew this was payback from this morning.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he continued to slide in and out of me.
“That shit feel good?” He spoke into my ear, and the bass of his voice sent a chill down my spine.
I nodded as Ace kissed the side of my mouth.
My mouth was open slightly as moans slipped out. I turned my head to the side and snaked my tongue into his mouth. We kissed passionately as his strokes intensified, and before I knew it, I was moaning into his mouth as my pussy tightened around his dick, and I came.
Ace eased out of me and turned me over onto my back. He slid back into me, and I whimpered as I locked my legs around his waist. I wasn’t trying to fall in love with this man, but I was so wet, and he felt so good. This was definitely breaking the rules but I needed this so bad.
I made the mistake of lifting my eyes, and I caught him staring down into my face. Our eyes locked, and the way this man’s eyes appeared to show love in them had me feeling something.
“Fuck this pussy good,” he grunted before crashing his lips into mine, and we engaged in another passionate kiss. I moved my hands into his locs as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His grunts and soft moans made my clit pulsate around him.
Ace lifted my shirt and swirled his tongue around my nipple. My nipples were sensitive and they were pierced so him doing that made my pussy tighten even more. Then he took as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, I came again, and my mind was blown.
Ace was a dangerous man. He pulled back and peered into my eyes. “You bout to make a nigga cum, baby.”
The way he said baby, made my pussy tighten, and my eyes fluttered closed as he moaned one last time and released into the condom.
"That was good," He whispered into my ear before sliding out and disappearing into the bathroom.
I lay there on the bed in the same position trying not to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
When he returned, he was wearing basketball shorts and he had a small towel in his hand.
He wiped between my legs gently cleaning me up before bending down and kissing me again.
He threw the towel in the corner and reached for the room service menu off my nightstand. “Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Yeah. Shit you ate all my food earlier plus I just worked up an appetite.”
I giggled, “yeah my bad."
"Umhmm. I know you ate my shit on purpose earlier too."
I chuckled. I wanted to call him a lie like he'd been doing me but he was right.
Ace shook his head and sat beside me to look at the menu.
A few minutes later we ordered wings, loaded fries, and two slices of cheesecake.
After Ace hung up, he reached for the remote.
I watched him flip through the channels before asking, “so what did Kel say?”
“I thought you didn’t care.”
“I don’t. I’m just nosy.”
“At least you honest.”
“Duh. Now what happened?”
Ace settled against the headboard. “He started talking about loyalty and how you were his woman for four years.”
“Was being the important word.”
“That’s what I told him.”
I studied his face. “What else did you say?”
“That whatever we’re doing ain’t got shit to do with him.”
“That’s it?” His jaw shifted. “Ace.”
“I told him I cared about you.”
My stomach flipped. “You did?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because I do.” He said it like it was obvious. “This is supposed to be fake,” I reminded him.
“For you maybe. But I can't fake like I don't fuck with you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I fuck with you Kema and I wanna see where this could go.”
I was shocked. I couldn't even respond to him because Ace was clearly serious. I had so many questions. So many thoughts were going through my head right now. I swallowed, "Ace, how long have you felt like that?”
“You always wanna know how long a nigga wanted you. Kema if I say I wanted you for years then what? I wanted you from the first time I met you. I also knew Kel ain't deserve you.”
I stared at him. I wondered if he told Kel that. How was I supposed to feel? Did I want Ace? Could we even be something? How did I miss the signs.. “You never said anything.”
“You seemed to love that nigga... So I respected that.”
“What if we had gotten married?”
Ace looked at me. “I would’ve stood beside that nigga and watched him marry the woman I wanted.”
Something tightened in my chest. “And you would’ve been okay with that?”
“Hell nah. But I would’ve dealt with it.”
A knock at the door saved me from having to respond. “Room service.”
Ace climbed out of bed and returned with the cart. We ate while watching a movie neither of us paid much attention to. By the time it ended, I was lying against him with my head on his chest and his fingers moving slowly along my back. “You want me to move?” he asked.
I should’ve said yes. Instead, I wrapped my arm around his waist. “No.”
Ace pulled me closer. Sex with him was easy.
We were attracted to each other and I did like him.
But everything we were doing this week was becoming a lot.
We were sharing a bed, and pretending to be together for a week.
This was becoming a lot. I knew we were crossing lines that would either ruin me or him.
Lying in his arms while he rubbed my back and squeezed my ass every once and a while I felt like this could be something I could do for the rest of my life. And I never had this feeling with anybody else. The crazy part was I was okay with that.