Chapter 9 #2
A sound between a squeak and moan slipped out of me into the night air. The heat of his mouth against my cunt brought an unexpected pleasure that left me reeling even though he’d only just begun.
My hands fisted tighter his locks of deep brown hair, needing to hold onto the only steady thing in my universe right now—even if that anchor was my undoing. The feel of his tongue running from my entrance forward to my clit brought the stars down from the sky and tucked them behind my eyelids.
Every flick. Every taste. All of it had me crying out as my hips fought the urge to buck against him.
When he spoke against my folds, his husky voice sent vibrations straight into my cunt. “Say you’re mine again. I may even let you come if you do, Little Spade.”
Even from his position below me, he pulled my body down to him. He wasn’t submitting before me; he was conquering parts of me, one sinful stroke of his tongue at a time.
Earlier, I had been all too quick to declare myself his. But now the idea of doing so felt like it carried significantly more weight and consequence.
At my hesitation, Ace growled, and he placed his mouth on me again. This time, he was more aggressive with his endeavors, the glide of his tongue aiming to torment every nerve-ending, every sensitive part of me.
My control slipping, my hips jerked against his ministrations as he lapped at my arousal like a starving hellhound. Not a single inch of me went untasted.
Words slipped free between pants. “Ah! Fuck, Ace!”
Despite my efforts to fight the swell of pleasure in my body, my moans were my ultimate betrayer. Especially so as I ground my cunt against his face. The coarse hairs of his scruff only added to the friction that sent my vision swimming into a sinful haze of pleasure.
The coiling deep inside my core grew tighter and hotter with need, and there was only one way for it to find its release. It was becoming too much, and my body shook in his grasp, a warning I was moments away from either ultimate destruction or unholy salvation prepared to roll through my body.
Just before the tipping point, Ace pulled back.
“Eve, say it. I will spend all night here between your thighs, bringing you to the edge of your release and never letting you have it until you tell me who you belong to.”
Still gasping and chasing air that seemed to be in suspiciously short supply, I shook my head. “No, you don’t get to dicta—”
He closed his mouth over my clit, sucking on it until I reeled in the shocks of beautifully blinding pleasure, sumptuous enough to drive one mad.
My inhibitions quickly faded under the spell his mouth worked over me, and I found myself craving more of him. I needed to come more than I needed to fucking exist. This wasn’t a want or a wish; it was damn survival. I needed to feel myself tumble over the peak of my body’s breaking point.
There was no holding back as Ace’s tongue relentlessly swirled around my sensitive bundle of nerves. The buzz of Superbia’s streets swallowed up the sound of my desperate cries as I climbed closer to my peak once more.
Before I succumbed to it, he ceased his actions with a knowing smirk that I wanted to smack right off his face. Licking his lips, he looked up at me. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl when you ride my face like my own personal whore. Tell me who controls when you come, Eve.”
I whimpered as the delightful sensations waned, my release slipping just out of reach. It left me in a state of frustration laced with unrivaled need. My fingers slid from his hair and dove between my legs, seeking a way to coax the sparks back.
A short lived effort.
Ace’s hand roughly snatched my wrist and pinned it at my side. “Uh-uh, Little Spade. You haven’t given me what I want from you yet.”
My entire body felt strung out, like a junkie yearning for even the slightest burst of pleasure that only he could give me. I bit into my lower lip hard enough that I could have sworn I tasted warm copper.
I refused to boost his ego by being manipulated so easily.
Was this what it was like for everyone else when you couldn’t see moments into the future? There was no predicting what his next move would be, and it left me at his mercy.
Never had my breath stolen like this. My chest heaved with ragged breaths from the pleasure that sang in my blood, that screamed in my soul. Despite it all, I stubbornly resisted surrender to his terms.
“Fuck you. You wouldn’t know how to make me come if you tried.” Because when cornered, I stupidly thought that taunting the hunter was a good idea, especially when his mouth was on the trigger.
Instead of being dissuaded, Ace’s face lit up at the challenge.
Asshole.
“Did you think I was trying this entire time? Baby, I’m just getting you warmed up.” He pressed a tender kiss against my slit. My hips twitched in response, and I forced myself to swallow a needy whimper.
Resting my head back against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying to work through the overwhelming desire that felt like dangling off the edge of a steep cliff.
Ace shifted between my thighs again, his tongue stroking over my body slowly. This definitely classified as torture. Fucking addictive torture.
He spoke between each point of contact. “I could have you”—lick—“for every meal.”—suck—“Every. Fucking. Day.”
His teeth grazed my clit, and I bodily shuddered as lightning spiraled down my spine, delivering another strike of pleasure.
My balance precariously wobbled while standing on one leg, the other still secured over his shoulder. If it weren’t for his hands gripping me tight, I was certain I’d collapse at any moment.
The threat of being consumed by him every damn day left me dizzy with conflicting desires. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore, but I did know that he could and would give it to me.
Ace thrust his tongue into my entrance. My resolve crumbled as I yelped out, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I squeezed them shut.
As if keeping my eyes closed somehow could fend off these feelings he was using against me.
Not when sparks lit up my vision and set fire to the blood in my veins.