Chapter 30 #2
“Not the first, won’t be the last,” he said nonchalantly. Finished with what he was doing, he dropped his phone in his lap and turned to her, taking her chin between her fingers and inspecting her face. “Are you hurt?”
The fire in his eyes burned with anger that hadn’t been put out when the detective stopped breathing. His jaw was tight and his lips were pressed firmly together in barely restrained fury. The fact that harm coming to her elicited such a response from him made Joy’s heart flutter.
“I’m fine,” she answered softly.
He searched her face and frame for any contradiction to her answer before replying.
“Good.”
Joy stared at him a moment, then a cackle burst from her lips. Ace stared at her in bewilderment as she laughed.
“What?” he asked, a wary smile on his lips.
Joy shook her head. “Something is wrong with me. Something is really wrong with me in the head.”
“What is it?”
Joy figured she could show him better than she could tell him.
She took his hand and slipped it under her dress and into her panties. He hissed, feeling the dampness between her thighs.
“This is what watching you fuck that nigga up did to me.”
He began moving his fingers, spreading her wetness and stroking her pearl. He leaned up and placed nasty open mouth kisses on her neck. “You liked that shit, baby?” he asked, adding more pressure from his fingers.
“Mhm,” she hummed, rocking her hips to meet the slow strokes of his fingers. When he slipped two of his thick fingers inside of her, Joy threw her head back on an open mouthed gasp. Taking advantage of the exposed skin, Ace moved his lips from her neck to her throat, then chin.
Joy swung her legs over Ace’s lap and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she whispered against his lips.
“For what?”
“For protecting me. Fighting for me. No one has ever done that. No one has ever—,” she choked on her words, tears welling in her eyes as she fought the emotion overcoming her. “No one has ever fought my battles for me.”
Ace unraveled her arms from around his neck and kissed her hands.
“I know your mean ass can fight for yourself but I’ll protect and fight for you whenever you let me. Nothing and no one will ever fuck with you.”
Joy hit the button that raised the partition, shielding them from Ray’s eyes. Then she hit the button that muted their conversation, shielding them from Ray’s ears.
Ace looked at her with question in his eyes but didn’t speak and Joy didn’t explain.
Instead, she slid out of his lap and kneeled before him.
“Rose,” Ace started but Joy shushed him.
When she reached for the buckle of his belt, he caught her wrist. “You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“Shut up Adonis,” Joy snapped. His dick jumped in his pants beneath her palm and Joy grinned to herself.
The big, bad Ace King – the same man who made grown men watch their mouths and who’d just caught a body for her like it was nothing – turned on by her telling him what to do.
“I’m not doing this because I owe you,” Joy explained as she finished unbuckling his belt and worked on unclasping his slacks.
“I’m doing this because I want to. Because I want you, and pretending that I don’t is exhausting.
Because right now, I can’t think of a single good reason why I shouldn’t have you. ”
She reached her hand in his boxers, wrapping her hand around the thick hardness of him. He hissed above her but stayed quiet.
She tugged his pants and boxers down and his dick bobbed out. The long, veiny masterpiece saluted her and Joy’s mouth watered at the sight. Locking eyes with Ace, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head that was already dripping pre-cum.
“Shit,” Ace mumbled a curse when she licked the slit, wiping away the essence that had accumulated there.
“You make me feel safe, and seen, and good.”
She stroked her hand over him slowly.
“I wanna make you feel good too.”
She punctuated her sentence by taking him into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks.
A tortured groan left Ace’s mouth and she watched his head lull as his eyes rolled. A rush of power coursed through her. A shock of arousal made her core begin to pulse. Joy’s hands and mouth worked in tandem to bring him pleasure, just as he’d done for her.
She couldn't remember the last time she shared her body with a man without strings attached or an agenda to move forward.
Her body had always been used as a tool for power in all ways.
Anger and resentment tried to creep its way back in, to steal this moment the way it’d stolen so much from her. But Ace’s dick nudging at the back of her throat and his fingers gripping her curls brought her back to the present. To the moment, and the man she’d craved for months.
To the man who never took from her but gave.
Joy focused on giving and accepting pleasure only. She focused on the erotic sounds of his moans praising her, and the sloppy way her mouth pleasured him.
She focused on the wetness leaking down her thigh and her center that ached, clenching around nothing in search of him.
“Fuck, Rose. Just like that baby,” Ace encouraged her as she slowed her movements. She licked from the base of him to the tip, swirling her tongue then starting again. She took her time, making love to his dick with her mouth.
Before long, she felt him throb in her hand and prepared herself to catch his essence.
The grip on her hair tightened and her mouth was wrenched away instead. Ace’s tongue replaced his dick as he pulled her into a searing kiss.
“Why’d you stop me?” Joy panted.
Ace thumbed away the stray spit from the corner of her mouth, his eyes boring into her with such passion and intensity, she felt it all the way to her toes.
“Because when I nut, it’s gon’ be in that pretty ass pussy,” he grunted against her lips.
Joy shivered at the promise in his words but didn’t have time to dwell on them before he’d hoisted her off of her knees and back onto his lap, filling his hands with every part of her he could reach.
With one hand, he held her close and with the other, he lowered the partition.
“Aye Ray, I need you to floor this shit my nigga.”