Chapter 27. Haley #3
“I’m glad I brought her more recent scarves,” I said, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. “She used scratchy wool in her earlier scarf iterations.” I opened my eyes to look at him and was overwhelmed with the intensity with which he was watching me.
“Haley?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s not mention Janice again.” His lips quivered at the corners. “She’s killing the vibe.” He caught me trying to move my legs again and lifted an eyebrow.
“Is anything too tight?”
“No.”
“Then, relax.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss over my forehead. “Your hands are clenched so tight around those bars I’m worried you might actually break them. I don’t want to have to buy you a new headboard.”
“Are you going to tie my hands too?”
“I trust you to hold on and not let go.” His hands moved up my legs, sending goose bumps racing across my skin.
“I won’t be able to touch you,” I complained, watching him climb onto the bed between my spread legs.
“Tonight isn’t about me,” he said. “It’s about you. I want to make you feel good tonight. I want to show you I’m worthy of your trust.”
His lips met mine, and I melted into his kiss, my body softening and sinking into the bed. And then he took advantage of my willing restraint by trailing more kisses down my throat and collarbone to the crescents of my breasts.
I was hot everywhere, wet between my legs, my breasts aching, my body desperate to move and take what he had teasingly offered. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. Do anything. Everything.”
He blew a warm breath over my aching nipple before he closed his mouth and drew me in.
He sucked and licked, then bit down gently while his fingers traced teasing circles over my other breast. The sharp sizzle of pain mixed with pleasure had me arching into him, trying to get more of his mouth, more of his fingers, more to soothe the ache between my legs.
Ace turned his attention to my other nipple, alternating between sucking and nipping until I couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
His every touch seemed magnified, flooding me with sensation and heightening my awareness.
My duvet felt softer, the scarves scratchier, the air heavier and laced with sensual promise.
I could taste him on my lips, the lingering tang of tomato sauce and the bite of whiskey he must have had before he came upstairs.
I inhaled, and the fresh soapy scent of his hair flooded my senses.
“When do we get to the part when you’re inside me?” I arched again, trying to draw his attention back to my other breast.
“When you stop thinking and just feel.” He moved down my body, brushing light kisses over my hip and stomach until they reached my mound. I twisted in frustration, struggling against the scarves, my hands aching from my tight grip on the bars.
“Keep going.”
“Do I need to tighten the scarves?” he murmured against my skin. “Or will you be still?” His breath was hot, his mouth hovering over my aching center. I felt him all over even though his lips were the only part of his body that had touched me.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop moving, trying to focus on just processing the sensations. His lips grazed the top of my pubic bone, his breath hot on my skin as he whispered, “Very good.”
A wave of pleasure flushed through my body, and I trembled in anticipation as he moved lower. I’d never been so wet, never felt the pulse of blood pound so hard between my thighs. My entire being focused on his heat, his body, his lips working their way down to where I needed him the most.
“Ace,” I moaned. “Please.” I’d never begged for anything in bed, but I didn’t feel embarrassed with Ace. I trusted him to give me what I wanted—what I needed.
“Not yet.” He pushed down the bed and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, and for some reason, the denial of the pleasure I’d been expecting made me even wetter.
“How about a rough timeline?” I suggested, my voice hoarse. “Just so I can plan ahead.”
Ace looked up and smiled. “Still not there.”
“I am there,” I pleaded. “All I want is for you to be inside me.”
“I don’t think you want it enough.” He licked lazy circles along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, stopping only when he reached the crease of my hip. His hair brushed gently over my clit, the barest whisper of a touch, and my entire body jerked as if electrified.
“Oh, God.” I writhed in my bonds.
“I prefer ‘Ace,’” he said, amused as he turned his attention to my other thigh. “I want to hear my name when you come.”
His smooth, sensual voice licked along my skin. This was Ace—Ace, who had always been there when I needed him; Ace, who had saved me countless times when I’d let impulse take control; Ace, who was here to protect me. Ace, who I trusted.
I closed my eyes again, pushed everything away and focused on wholly experiencing the sensations in my body, the brush of Ace’s lips on my skin, the heat of his breath, the tickle of his soft hair.
“That’s it.” He trailed a finger through my folds, a slow caress that had me tilting my hips into his touch.
“More.” I slid down the bed, bending my knees as far as the scarves would allow, bringing myself closer.
Ace responded to my invitation, by repeating the stroke of his finger and following the path with the hot, wet tip of his tongue. Pleasure coursed through my body in a wave of white-hot heat, ripping a moan from my throat.
This time he didn’t stop. He licked me again, flicking his tongue over my clit as he pushed a finger deep inside me. I cried out then turned my mouth into my arm to muffle the sound.
Another finger pushed inside me, and I rocked my hips to meet his steady rhythm and the hot warmth of his mouth as he teasingly circled my clit.
I gave myself over to the moment, muscles tensing, fingers clinging to the bar, lungs heaving for breath, my mind shattering until there was nothing but touch and sensation coalescing into waves of pleasure that built faster and higher until finally, I soared.
Ace slid up my body and kissed me, his hand cupped between my legs, his finger idly stroking between my folds, keeping me on edge.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.” He rolled to one side and pushed his finger firmly inside me.
Pleasure zipped through my body, setting my already sensitized nerves on fire.
He thrust in and out, the slow, steady movements ratcheting my tension up again.
“You’re so wet. I think you like being tied up and at my mercy.
” He added a third finger, and I squirmed at the erotic sensation of being almost uncomfortably full.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I’m your first.” A self-satisfied smile spread across his face.
“You’re a first for a lot of things.” I wriggled on the bed, trying to release some of the erotic tension that was building up inside me.
His fingers withdrew, and the pulse of desire eased to a low throb that left me feeling empty.
Ace licked his fingers, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.”
Without taking his gaze from mine, he pulled a condom from his pocket and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, and my mouth watered as he covered himself.
“I want you.”
He leaned over and kissed me slowly, his mouth moving over mine, tongue sliding between my lips in a gentle caress. “You have me, Haley. Every damn inch of me.”
With a groan, he reached over me and grabbed the top rail of the bedframe with a powerful arm.
His bicep bulged as he shifted his weight and pushed inside me inch by slow inch, as if he had all the time in the world.
I tilted my hips, trying to hurry him, almost desperate to feel his hardness filling me completely.
He kept advancing at the same pace, his gaze on my eyes, my mouth, the rise and fall of my breasts, as the tortuously slow slide of his length inside me sent white-hot pleasure through my veins.
When he was fully seated, he brushed his fingers over my cheek.
“I like you all pink and flushed,” he murmured, holding my gaze with the sheer power of his.
“I like you beneath me, trusting me to give you what you need. But I like knowing that the second I release you, I’ll have my Haley back again. ”
He leaned forward, his weight on one arm, and started thrusting in a hard, driving rhythm, pausing only to take my mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. How had I ever thought I’d had sex before? When I was with Ace, it wasn’t just a physical act. I felt him in my body and my soul.
“I feel you, Haley,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts. He reached between us and slid his fingers over and around my clit.
Arousal turned to clawing need in a heartbeat. He thrusted harder and deeper, while his fingers teased and stroked until the world shifted sideways, and I surrendered to the feeling of being totally and utterly possessed.
Ace groaned and moved faster. I hadn’t realized how much he’d been holding back until the bed started squeaking, the headboard tapping against the wall.
My hands clenched around the bars as Ace rocked his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts.
My vision blurred. The room disappeared.
Through the pounding of my pulse in my ears, I heard him make a rough, guttural sound that was almost a growl.
With a choked cry, he slammed into me one last time. His cock thickened and pulsed inside me, and I went over the edge with him, the unexpected surge of pleasure intense enough to make me gasp.
Ace dropped over me, taking his weight with his arms. My mind felt hazy, my thoughts tumbling through a surf of sensation until there was nothing but a serene stillness like nothing I’d ever felt before.
He kissed me gently, bringing me back, when his fingers tilted my chin, forcing me to look into his intense dark eyes.
“You’re so quiet. Are you okay?”
“I feel calm. It’s a strange feeling. Good, but strange.”
He stared at me for a long moment, but I wasn’t sure if he was seeing me. He seemed far away, lost in thought. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said quietly.
“Hopefully the same thing you do to me.” I unclenched my fingers from the bars and wrapped my arms around his neck. His breath was warm against my cheek, and he smelled of sweat and soap and sex.
“Thank you for trusting me.” His fingers combed through my hair, brushing the loose strands from my face. “I know it’s not easy to give up control.”
“It was and it wasn’t.” I let my hand run up his chest and over the planes and angles of his pecs.
“I never imagined it would be something I’d enjoy.
I like to move. I like action. I’ve never been someone who could just be still—at least I haven’t until tonight.
But I never thought for a moment you’d hurt me or even that you’d push me too far.
You know me in a way not many people do.
I knew I could let go and you’d keep me safe. ”
Ace sucked in his lips and his gaze softened. “You trust me with your body, but not your heart.”
I knew what he wanted to hear, but I wasn’t there—not yet.
“It’s not easy to go from trusting someone not to hurt you physically, to being emotionally vulnerable and open with them.
” And then, because he looked disheartened, I kissed him and said, “Although I was pretty open and vulnerable when you tied me to the bed.”
His expression cleared and he smiled. “Does that mean that from now on you’ll do what I say?”
“Of course not.” I twisted my ankles and slipped the knots on the scarves before wrapping my arms around him. My outdoors-loving dad had taught us knots from an early age, something I was surprised Ace had forgotten. “But I do promise to try.”