Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Escalade’s door had barely closed before Ace pulled Joy across the seat and into his lap.
Ray initially began in the direction of his penthouse used for short stays in the city and female company but Ace quickly re-routed him to his secluded home in New Jersey.
Maybe it was the drinks or the way Ace’s brain seemed to turn to scrambled eggs when it came to Joy but he wanted her in his home.
He wanted to feel her presence in his space and share — if just for tonight — a piece of himself with her. To have someone share his inner world with him.
With two handfuls of her ass, Ace kissed every inch of skin he could reach in the back of the SUV. He nipped at the sensitive flesh behind her ear and soothed the sting with his tongue. He repeated his sweet torture until Joy was panting for him and gripping at the lapels of his suit jacket.
In a rush of movement, kisses, and tangled limbs, they somehow exited the car and slipped into the $19 million estate.
Joy didn’t get a chance to look around when they entered his place. All of her surroundings were blurred in a haze of lust and movement as Ace carried her up the winding stairs.
When they entered his bedroom, he backed her up until the backs of her knees hit his King-sized bed. She lowered down on it and when her back hit the soft comforter, she was immediately soothed by the sheets that smelled like fresh linen and him.
He followed her down, lowering until their clothed bodies were flush and she felt the weight of him between her legs.
The plush comforter at her back and Ace’s hard body pressed to her front created a delicious contrast that Joy welcomed. Her head was swirling and her body felt warm but the bourbon she’d consumed at the bar had nothing to do with it.
The parts of her brain that warned her against this, against him were drowned out by the roar of need heating her veins like a raging wildfire. By Ace’s soft, exploring lips searing her skin and tracing a path down her body.
His hands and lips on her were more intoxicating than anything she’d consumed at the bar that night. Ace was elevating and addicting and though she’d only had a small taste of him, she feared she’d never get enough.
Their pelvises were lined up perfectly. Enough for Joy to feel the rigid length straining against his zipper at her core and enough for Ace to feel her heat through her drenched panties. Any slightest shift from either of them created a pleasurable friction that only stoked the heat between them.
“Damnit, Joy,” Ace groaned into her neck.
His restraint was evident in the tightly coiled muscles in his back and shoulders, and his clenched fists digging into the mattress on either side of her.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His voice was thick with the same need plaguing Joy and hoarse with control that she didn’t want.
He moved his kisses over her cheek and jaw until his mouth reached her ear. He nibbled at her earlobe then asked, “How long has it been since a nigga made you feel good?”
Joy opened her mouth to respond but her mind blanked. She hadn’t been with anyone since she was arrested, and even then, she couldn’t say what Jermaine had made her feel was “good”. She’d done her duty, accepting his self centered idea of love making that featured his pleasure, never hers.
Ace understood her silence and tsked with a disappointed shake of his head.
“Damn shame,” he muttered, his fingers beginning a slow caress to her clit through the lace covering her. He kissed her earlobe. “I got you, Rose,” he said into her ear.
His lips were back on hers, taking them in a kiss that stole her breath. He continued caressing her with slow strokes and more patience than Joy currently possessed.
An involuntary moan slipped from Joy’s lips and she smothered it by catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Her moans were quieted but her body betrayed how much she wanted this, her hips rolling to chase more of his touch.
With his free hand, he kept her still, taking his time on purpose. Teasing her.
“I don’t need help,” Ace said with a smirk.
“Adonis,” Joy whined.
He ignored her pleas, intent instead on studying her.
He took note of every change in her breath and every squirm. He repeated what elicited those soft moans from her and abandoned what didn’t, learning her body with an attention that should have made her feel cared for, but just made her feel exposed.
Joy reached for him, intent on taking over but Ace caught her hand and held it at her side.
She huffed a frustrated breath. “I’m gonna smack you.”
Ace chuckled as he continued the same torturously slow pace, completely unbothered. He lowered his head, his mouth finding the top of her breast where her dress had slid down.
“Aggressive and impatient,” he observed aloud.
“I didn’t come here for you to play around,” Joy growled.
“No, you came here for me to take care of you. Is that not what I’m doing?” He punctuated his question by pushing two thick fingers past her slick entrance.
Joy fought to keep her face impassive, biting her lip and turning her head when another moan threatened to escape.
Ace caught her chin immediately and brought her eyes back to his.
“What you hiding for?”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” Ace said, his thumb moving across her bottom lip. “Let it go baby.”
The words caused something uncomfortable to shift inside of her chest and that feeling of being exposed crept back up.
Without thought, Joy sucked his thumb into her mouth and bit down.
Ace hissed but didn’t remove it. Instead, his eyes darkened.
“Mean ass,” he grunted.
“You like it.”
“I do.”
With that, Ace was done playing. He pulled her to the edge and spread her legs wide, revealing her panty-covered pussy to him. The scent of her arousal wafted up to his nose and he was unable to suppress the growl of approval that rumbled in his chest,
Without delay, he lowered to his knees before her.
Ace didn’t bother removing Joy’s panties. Instead, he slid the soaked black lace to the side and dove in like a man starved, intent upon making her glad she came. Making her feel good.
He lapped at the juices flowing from her center, then latched onto the bud of sensitive nerves, causing her to cry out.
“Adonis!” she exclaimed on a moan.
The sound of his name on her lips pulled a groan from him.
“Mhm,” he moaned, his mouth full of her. “Say that shit again.”
Joy clamped her mouth shut, immediately regretting giving him the satisfaction and refusing to do it again.
Ace chuckled, knowing she’d be difficult.
He kept at it, using his mouth and fingers to coax her release and his name from her. He kept going until Joy was seeing stars and on the brink of madness.
When he could tell she was on the edge, he released her clit with a pop.
A frustrated growl left Joy as she glared down at him. “You motherfucka,” she scowled.
“You know what I wanna hear baby,” Ace grinned, licking remnants of her from his lips. “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want,” he taunted.
She shook her head.
He chuckled, stroking his fingers in and out of her in an agonizingly slow pace. He continued until her pride finally lost the war with her body.
“Adonis,” she said on a broken moan. “Adonis, please.”
His name tore from her with a moan, and the pleased expression that crossed Ace’s face made her want to slap him.
“See was that so hard?”
Joy opened her mouth to curse him but all that pushed past her teeth was a guttural moan as Ace sucked her bud into his mouth and fucked his fingers into her with a force that made her back arch off the bed.
With a frustrated grunt, he rose to free Joy of the rest of her clothes. He was greedy, and needed to feel more of her. See more of her.
Now naked, she laid sprawled in the middle of the bed with Ace’s head between her thighs as he continued to please her.
After her second orgasm, Ace had yet to free her pussy from the assault of his mouth and it became clear to her that he found as much pleasure from this as she did. He dodged all of her attempts to pull him off of her.
“Mm mm. I’m not done with you yet,” his deep tone mumbled around a mouth full of pussy.
Joy thought she might go crazy. Her clit was sensitive, but her pussy was greedy, and although she felt she couldn’t take any more, her clit continued to thump and her juices continued to flow.
Another orgasm welled up inside of her, sending sensations of pleasure slithering up her spine.
“Adonis. Please,” she panted. She didn’t know if she was begging for him to keep going or to stop but Ace made the decision for her, his thick fingers massaging her walls as his tongue moved feverishly over her clit, sending Joy over the edge once more.
She’d barely caught her breath before she grabbed his shirt and dragged him back over her.
Joy kissed him roughly, tasting herself on his mouth as she moved her hands between them. She needed to touch him. Needed to bring him up on this cloud with her.
More importantly, she needed to regain some of the control she’d lost.
She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweatpants but Ace placed a hand over hers to stop her. Joy pulled away, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said.
“Then let me touch you.”
He studied her for a moment and Joy took the opportunity to reach again, but he stopped her a second time.
Her irritation returned.
“You don’t want me anymore?”
Ace's nostrils flared and he slid her hand down from the waistband to the front of the pants where Ace’s bulge protruded. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
“Then have me.”
“Nah. You not ready,” he said, searching her eyes and finding whatever he was looking for.
“You don’t know what I’m ready for,” Joy snapped, her face scrunching. “I’m here, ain’t I?”
“You ready to fuck but that ain’t all I want from you, Rose. If I slide up in that pussy she’s mine.”
Joy’s mouth parted.
“I ain’t never been a territorial nigga but you bring that shit out of me. I need you to be sure that you wanna give it to me cause once you do, I’m signing my name in that motherfucka.”