Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Joy and Ace’s hands never left each other.
Not during the car ride to Ace’s house.
And in the foyer where he currently had her pinned to the wall.
Joy’s head was between a painting that likely cost as much as her education and Ace’s two Howard degrees and Columbia law degree.
Ace’s head was between her thighs, one leg hiked over his shoulder, her panties long ago discarded in the back of the Escalade as he lapped at the juices that had begun flowing the moment Ace’s fist connected with the detective and hadn’t stopped since.
He’d dropped down to his knees in front of her like it was second nature. Like a servant worshipping a goddess.
Joy tipped her head back against the wall, the coarse hair of his beard scratching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he alternated between licking and sucking on her swollen clit.
“Adonis,” Joy whimpered. She didn’t know what she was calling him for, it just felt right to have his name on her tongue while her clit was on his.
Ace didn’t answer and he didn’t slow down.
If anything, her sounds and pleas only made him go harder – more focused and intent on bringing her pleasure and consuming her in the process.
His muffled groans of pleasure were frequent as he feasted on her.
“Adonis please,” she whined again, this time with purpose. She rolled her hips against his face, chasing more friction, more pleasure, more of him. His grip tightened on her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
His mouth felt divine but it wasn't enough.
“I need you,” she breathed.
That got his attention.
Their eyes met for just a second before Ace rose and scooped her into his arms like she weighed nothing, pulling a startled squeal from Joy.
He carried her to this bedroom while Joy kissed and licked every part of his skin she could reach.
His jaw.
His cheek.
His collarbone.
His neck.
She felt feral, completely out of control and utterly needy for him but she didn’t care.
Everything she’d been holding back for months came pouring out like a flood and she had no desire to stop it any longer.
She didn’t want to control it.
She didn’t want to run.
Joy slid out of his arms once they made it to his room. Ace sat on the edge of the California King eyeing her with the hunger of a starved man.
“Take all that shit off,” he demanded. His voice was rough with restraint that sounded like it was hanging on by a thread. He unholstered the gun he’d used not long ago and tossed it onto the nightstand. Joy’s pussy jumped but did as she was told.
Ace’s fingers began working his own buttons. Joy’s body felt like it’d been set aflame under Ace’s heated stare as she removed her clothes.
Heels.
Blazer.
Skirt.
Blouse.
She took her time, enjoying the weight of his stare and the way the muscles in his jaw jumped each time she revealed more skin. Before long, she stood before him in only her bra and the thigh holster that housed her Desert Eagle.
“Fuck,” Ace groaned as took her in from head to toe, his eyes snagging on the gold gun resting against her strong thigh.
Joy reached behind her back and removed her bra, tossing it in the pile of clothes she’d accumulated.
Her gun was the last to go. Slowly, she removed it and the holster, placing them beside his on the nightstand.
She stood before him naked in more ways than one but she didn't feel exposed or vulnerable. There was no desire to cover herself or put her walls back up.
Not right now.
Not when his gaze moved over her slowly, like he was taking his time with something sacred.
When he looked at her, she knew he wasn't just seeing her skin and curves. He looked at her like he saw her the way no one else had.
“Come here, Rose,” he said.
Joy stepped over to him without thought or hesitation. When she made it within arms reach, he pulled her onto his lap, his hard dick nudged at her clit as she did, making her moan.
Ace flipped them over, putting Joy on her back with him hovering over her.
He took her face in his hands and looked down at her with the heat she’d seen all night but also something softer, more tender than she was used to.
Something foreign but welcomed.
“You’re so beautiful," he said. “So fucking perfect.”
Joy wanted to laugh but the look in Ace’s eyes made her swallow it. His words weren't opinions or flattery. In his eyes, they were facts and she embraced them.
Ace settled on his knees between her thighs and Joy instinctively wrapped her legs around him.
Her eyes moved over his bare chest and torso, sculpted and inked up. She leaned up from her reclined position and kissed his stomach, making the muscles beneath her lips contract.
Ace caught her chin and brought her attention back to his face. “You remember what I told you the first night you came home with me?”
If I slide up in that pussy, she’s mine.
Her heartbeat sped up.
“Yes.”
“What did I say?”
“That if we did this, I’d be yours.”
Ace eyed her carefully. “And you still want it?”
Joy’s hands moved over his arms. “Yes.”
Ace grunted, dragging the swollen head of his dick up and down from her clit to her opening.
Joy’s breath hitched and she writhed beneath him in search of him but he kept what she wanted just out of reach.
“Say it,” he demanded through clenched teeth. His own control was slipping but he’d deny them both until she complied. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Her nails dug into his arms. “I’m yours,” Joy mumbled.
Ace slapped his heavy dick against her clit. “Say it like you mean it,” he ordered.
“I’m yours,” Joy gasped, so turned on she was damn near in tears.
“Good girl,” he groaned. The praise sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through her that had nothing to do with where their bodies touched.
Ace’s eyes darkened. He lowered until they were chest to chest and his forehead pressed to hers. His voice dropped lower as he spoke. “No more hiding from me, Rose,” he said as he nudged himself into her opening. “You can run, but I’ll always chase you.”
Joy shivered at his words unsure if they were a threat or a promise.
She didn’t have time to contemplate it before pain and pleasure blended together as she stretched to accommodate his size.
“Fuck,” they moaned in unison.
Ace didn’t move, just sitting there as she acclimated to his size and he acclimated to her wet heat gripping him.
When he finally moved, he was slow. Deliberate.
Joy had anticipated rough. A coming together that was hot and frantic with the months of built up desire exploding out of them in a fiery blaze.
That wasn’t what had happened though. This was… worse.
This unraveled her.
Despite her whines of protest, Ace took his time, his hips moving to deliver slow strokes that forced her to remain present and feel every inch of him.
Her nails scored his back as he dug into her depths, his strokes keeping their pace but increasing in force.
“You feel so fucking good,” Ace’s voice rumbled against her ear.
He thrusted again and landed right on the spot that made Joy cry out in intense pleasure.
“Mhm,” Ace groaned like he’d found the pot of gold. “There it is.”
He stayed right there, continuously pounding the spot that made her gush more for, hitting his target flawlessly each time. Joy was so overwhelmed with pleasure, she tried scooting away to lessen the blows but Ace wouldn’t turn her loose.
When she scooted, so did he. When she clawed at the sheets trying to move, he moved with her.
He followed her. Matched her. Refused to let her retreat as he drove her closer to the edge.
Never losing the rhythm of his stroke and never missing his target.
Joy was climbing the walls but she didn’t want it to stop.
“What I tell you about that running?” Ace grunted into her ear. “Take this shit, Rose. Take all this pleasure I’m trying to give you.”
Joy relaxed and for the first time, did as he said. She laid there, limbs wrapped around him as she surrendered to the pleasure, taking everything he gave her.
“There you go,” Ace praised. “That’s my girl.”
The words made her tighten around him.
Ace groaned. “Damn. You like when I tell you how good you’re doing?”
Joy shook her head too quickly.
Ace chuckled against her neck. “Liar.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re taking me so well, Rose.”
Joy’s back arched and a whimper slipped from her lips.
Ace’s chuckle became a strained groan. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Joy didn’t have time to be embarrassed before her first orgasm crashed over her like a wave.
“Adonis,” she cried out, her head filled with nothing but his name, calling it over and over like a chant.
Adonis.
Adonis.
Adonis.
“Let go, baby. Give it to me. I got you Rose, give it to me,” he urged her between kisses.
“Fuck,” Joy arched into him as her legs shook and spine tingled.
He stroked and talked her through it, but Joy’s mind was foggy and her ears sounded like they were underwater, her soul fighting to stay connected to her body.
When she finally came down, Joy pushed him back, suddenly needing control.
He let her have it.
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, obliging her silent demand. He moved without resistance as he settled on his back against the pillows.
Joy swung her leg over him, lowering slowly onto the thick pole that shined with her release.
He watched as she mounted him, one hand settling on her waist, not to control but to feel.
Joy moaned as she began to move, rising and falling on her feet until she reached a rhythm that made both of their eyes roll.
“Yeah,” he breathed, a grin breaking through as he tipped his head back. “Just like that baby.”
Joy’s hand slid around his neck as she moved over him.
He grinned, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. When Joy squeezed, she felt the vibration of his groan against her palm.
A rush of power coursed through Joy as she watched this larger than life man submit to the pace she set and take the pleasure she gave.
“There you go,” Ace praised through clenched teeth. “Take what you need.”
His praise only spurred her on, her movements growing more confident. Ace’s grip tightened as he raised his hips in time with her, meeting her stroke for stroke.