Ace's Key: Book 1 (8 page)

Chapter Eighteen

“I want to hear you say it,” he said against my lips.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

“Ask me.”

“Please, Lucas, make me yours. Make me come undone,” I cried
out.

He licked and bit at my already sensitive flesh. Having already
banked two orgasms since he’d started tasting me, I wasn’t sure I had another
one in me.

My uncertainty didn’t last long. He flipped me over on all
fours on top of him and ate my pussy from behind, while sliding his fingers in
and out of my slick channel. My body filled with nervous anticipation when he
slid his finger between my cheeks and found my tight rear entry. Just his touch
of it created a thunderous ripple through my sex. I had no experience with anal
play, but from that moment on, I knew I had to have more. I climaxed so
vigorously I realized I’d finally experienced what I’d only read about in
Cosmo
.

I collapsed on the bed beside him. “Time out, babe,” I moaned.

“What?”

“Give me a minute,” I said, while playfully running my fingers
across his chest.

“Only a minute, baby, but I assure you, I’m nowhere near done
with you.”

“A minute, that’s all I get?” I asked, hopping off the bed and
running to the kitchen.

The lamp from the bedside table provided enough light for me to
see my new lingerie was in fragmented pieces. I didn’t care in the slightest. I
would have the memory of how he ripped the black lace from my body in a heated
rush to claim me, forever stored.

“Where are you going?”

“Kitchen,” I hollered back.

“We aren’t completely alone, you know,” he said before
laughing.

Shit. I froze. There I stood, wearing only my birthday suit in
his living room. With practically all the lights in his house on, I wore the
I’ve-just-been-fucked-vigorously costume for the world to see. I decided I
would complete my mission regardless of my nudity. I proceeded to the kitchen
and filled my glass with ice water. To my satisfaction, I made it back to his
bed without being caught by his staff.

“Thirsty?” he teased as he took the glass from me and shared a
drink.

“Hmm, something like that,” I responded coyly.

I took a piece of ice in my mouth and slowly slid down his body
until I had his cock in front of me with his face in full view beyond it. There
were blow jobs, and then there was a cock-sucking good time.

With the ice on my tongue, I licked and sucked until the heat
of his throbbing length melted the ice in my mouth. His moans told me he was
pleased, his hands gripping the sides of my face told me he wasn’t ready for me
to stop, but it was the taste of his pre-cum that told me he was on fire.

When he blew off in my mouth, I swallowed the head of his cock while
he moaned, “Yes, Mia, baby.”

He pulled me to rest alongside him as he slowly stroked my arm
with his finger. “You’re fucking delicious. Do you know that?”

“No,” I softly answered.

With his hand, he lifted my face and crooked his head, so we
were eye to eye. “Mia, I’ve had great sex. Beautiful sex even, but you…you
amaze me. Everything is different with you. Believe me when I tell you that.”

“Okay, then fill me again.”

* * *

My hands were tied loosely to the bedpost with the lacey
remnants of my lingerie.

“Remember the safe word, right?”

“Yes,” I mumbled nervously.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Red,” I whispered like I was doing something dirty.

“Remember, if I do anything you don’t like or you want to stop,
say it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

With all the lights out, there wasn’t anything for me to see.
Lucas wanted my experience to be about touch only. He told me things would feel
strange or different, but he would never do anything to hurt me. I knew the
experience was going way beyond the sensation of touch; it was about trust.

I heard him move about the room. I felt him brush against my
left foot as he walked past the bed. I hear a strange noise in the distance,
perhaps a zipper.

The bed dipped on my right side, and I felt something hard and
cold slide between my breasts. It was wet. Ice.

He rubbed the ice on my nipples before biting and sucking them.
He pleasured my breasts, but this time he stopped short of leaving marks on my
skin. I trembled, maybe from the cold stimulation, but I think it was more
about anticipation.

When he moved away from me, it was strange to feel how quickly
loneliness came over me. I needed contact with him. I craved the connection. “Touch
me,” I cried out.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

“I’m right here, baby. You’ll love this next part, and I
promise, from here on out, you’ll beg for it.”

“From here on out” meant we had a future? For a moment, I got
hung up on his words and forgot what we were doing.

I sensed him rubbing something cold on my clit for only a
second; then it became warm and tingly. He kissed me, aggressively teasing my
lips and mouth with his tongue, but he left my sex alone. Within minutes, my
clit was hyper-sensitive, exploiting my hunger for friction.

I tried to rub my legs together, but that didn’t satisfy my
need. I wanted to touch myself, if only my hands were loose. If he was going to
leave me needy, then I wanted my hands free to finish the job.

I was on the verge of yelling the safe word, when I heard my
vibrator click on. “Oh, thank God,” I moaned out.

“What’s the matter, baby? You need to get off?” He toyed with
me.

“Yes, now,” I screamed. I didn’t care who heard me. He’d left
me on the pleasured cliff too long.

He teased my clit with the vibrator, giving me a slight touch
of it, and then quickly pulled it away. In my mind, I tried to craft a ploy to
pay him back, but his actions kept my cognitive thinking at bay. He was
definitely a master at sexual play. Lucas was a really good…bad boy.

He pushed my knees to my chest and plunged the vibrator into my
slick heat. He fucked me hard with it, showing no mercy. Within a few minutes,
I was on the verge of climax, and my breaths were coming at a quickened pace.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of him between my legs, and when he plunged his
hard cock into me, I exploded in release around him.

My body was limp, my mind was spent, and I’d never ever felt
more full or satisfied.

He untied my hands and propped his elbows on either side of my
face, while his cock remained inside me…bareback.

“You can do that to me, anytime,” I whispered, while touching
his cheek.

“My pleasure, beautiful.”

Chapter Nineteen

Ace

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Hi back at ya,” she said, while throwing her arm over her
eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost nine. I have breakfast for you. Do you want juice or
coffee?”

“You forgot the ‘tea or me’ part.” She giggled.

“Oh no, I didn’t. After last night, I don’t think I have to ask
that part. And”

“For the record, I still haven’t had enough of you, and I don’t
think I ever will,” she said with a sultry look in her eyes.

“Me either,” I mumbled. That had slipped out.

After our last evening together, it pained me to think about
our time coming to an end. Even worse, I realized I’d begun to feel something
for Mia. I’d never had a woman meet me at every level. Most women were
attracted to me for my money, and American woman loved my accent, but Mia
didn’t respond to those things.

Successful in her own career, she didn’t need to prove anything
by marrying wealth. She held her own with me when it came to attitude as well. She
possessed a strong, stubborn streak when it came to speaking her mind. I loved
how she didn’t back down.

Sexually speaking, I loved I could teach her things, be the
first to experience the wilder side with her. The fact that she was willing to
please herself by pleasing me was sensually appealing at many turns.

I knew I’d fallen for Mia Kennedy.

The first realization came to me when I allowed us to fuck
without a condom—a rule I never broke. The second appearance of feelings was when
she threw a fit in my apartment and accused me of cheating with Francesca.
Normally, I wouldn’t have cared if my conquest saw me with another woman. The
final reality had hit me harder than I could have imagined when I studied her taut
abdomen and tried to picture what it would be like to see my child growing
inside her.

“Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.” I extended my hand to
her and led her to the stone shower, already running. With so many nozzles, the
water hit many of the right places in just the best way.

“Mmmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see them sparkle when you come
on my hand.” I slid my palm down to her pussy. She slowly arched back, grinding
her hips to gain more friction. With my fingers inside her, I gently thumbed
circles on her clit. I knew that would drive her nuts, but when I sunk to my
knees and spread her legs to accommodate my face, she went wild.

I loved a woman who could express her pleasure. A man didn’t want
to guess what was satisfying and what wasn’t, and I remembered how she fell
apart last night after I touched her ass. Later, she’d admitted she was a
virgin to anal play.

* * *

“What’s my surprise?” she asked, as I opened the car door for
her.

“There’s a couple of things I want to do today that I’m hoping
you will love,” I said, touching her beautiful, plump lips.

“You’re not sure?”

“I’ll know. You won’t be able to lie to me.”

“I’d never lie to you, Lucas.”

I believed her when she said it, but when it came to sexual
discovery, I was about to test her limits. If she expanded her limits for
herself, I would love her for it. But if it was only for me and she tried to
fake it, it would never work, I would know.

The first place on my surprise list was to find a bottle of
Screagle
.
I wanted us to be able to share it over the dinner I had planned.

I took her to the Wine Brokers private room. We tasted many
different wines, and she picked several she liked. I knew her discerning taste
for Cabernet would please my palette as well. What she didn’t know was that the
case we took home contained a special bottle of Screaming Eagle, and even
though it came with a premium price tag, Mia was worth it.

“If the wind is bothering you, I can put the top up?” I asked,
taking her hand to my lips.

“No way. The sun and wind feel wonderful on my skin…but you’d
feel much better.” She gave me a sultry look over her sunglasses.

Little did she know, she was playing right into my hands.

There was no getting around the meaning of our next stop.
Stores that sell erotica and sexual play apparatus have the most tasteless
store fronts, in my opinion. If I ever considered getting out of food and
beverage service, it might just be to revamp such novelty stores into something
more sleek and sophisticated.

When I opened the car door for her, she smiled brightly. My
sexual appetite appreciated the sign in her reaction. We entered the store, and
she didn’t even remotely appear embarrassed. I held her hand as we studied the
items, and I even laughed with her when she picked up a
Clone-A-Willy
kit.

“Would you let me do this?” she asked playfully.

“Do you need to?” I studied her.

“Only if you’re going to be away from me. Nothing but you works
for me, babe. I couldn’t even get my vibrator to work for me while we were
apart.”

Happy that she was sexually frustrated and didn’t turn to
anyone else, I knew we weren’t going to last apart. I had to figure things out.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her petite frame
close to me. “Get the kit. I want to see what it’s like,” I said against her
cheek.

She smiled widely.

We entered the section of the store specifically for anal
pleasure. She didn’t appear nervous or bat an eye at the inventory; rather, she
beamed with anticipation. We looked at items together and discussed how they
were used. She was open to trying new things.

“Did you see something you wanted?” I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes got big, and she bit her finger in a tease. I watched
as she slowly nodded her head and handed me purple jelly anal beads and a black
anal plug.

“You’re seriously into this, aren’t you?” It was my final test
question.

“You have no idea how much.”

Oh yes, I did.

Chapter Twenty

Mia

Lucas gave the staff the day off, and I was more than grateful,
but for purely selfish reasons. I didn’t want to share our last hours with
anyone. I wanted to feel free to express myself in any way that presented.

We prepared dinner together in tandem just as we had in my
apartment, but this time, Lucas seemed a bit preoccupied and was less
talkative. Rather than spoil our evening, I decided to let his mercurial mood
go without mention, in hopes it would pass.

He’d placed our wine in the fridge earlier in the day, while we
were swimming. Since his hands were covered with rub from the fish, I got the
wine out of the fridge and pulled a couple of glasses down from the bar rack.

“This is Screagle,” I squealed.

His eyes lit up.

“Where did you get this?”

“I had the wine brokers get us a bottle. I remembered the first—”

I shushed his words with my mouth and ate at his lips with
hunger. I needed him and couldn’t wait any longer to become his again. He broke
the kiss as I playfully pouted. When he washed his hands and scooped me into
his arms, I squealed again.

“Where’s the sack with our toys?” he asked, while looking
around his bedroom.

“I put them in my suitcase. I didn’t want anyone to see them.”
Suddenly, I felt shy and childlike. I knew I would be learning new things with
him, which escalated my anticipation, but at the same time, I felt inferior
sexually. He knew everything, and I knew very little…but I was quickly learning
from a magnificent sexual master.

Lucas slowly removed my clothes, piece by piece. I pulled at
his shirt, but he gripped my hands.

“Tonight is all about you, baby.” He groaned.

“Well, then, you need to get naked, so I can get your hot cock
inside me. If it’s about me, that’s all I want.”

“Not yet, baby. Patience.”

When I was totally naked, he tossed me on the bed and hovered
over me, playfully. His eyes searched mine. “What do you see happening between
us?”

“I’m not looking to the future, Lucas. I’m enjoying every
minute as it comes.”

He touched my nose with his finger, then slowly drug it across
my lips and watched me. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch.

“What if I am?” he whispered.

Stunned, I opened my eyes to see him smiling. Suddenly, I
realized the reason for his mercurial mood earlier. Lucas was beginning to
shift his thoughts about relationships. I was certain.

I didn’t respond to his question; I left that for him to
decide. He knew I cared for him; otherwise, I wouldn’t have chased him to
California.

Desire stirred within me, when the new toys beside me on the
bed caught my eye. I pulled Lucas down close to my face. “Make love to me. Please
don’t make me beg.”

His lips on my cleft ignited my flame. Within minutes, I was
writhing in pleasure from his tongue penetrating me. He flipped me over and
pulled my hips back closer to his body. The hum of the vibrator made me smile.
Wicked little thing it was. With the vibrator in my channel, I felt something
cold and slick on my rear entry.

“Easy, baby. I want you to push back against the plug.”

I did as he asked. At first it hurt, but then the fullness felt
amazing against the vibrator. When he reached around to my front for access to
my clit, I wasn’t expecting the pleasure to be so over the top, but it was.
Slow, drawn out stimulation to my clit turned my legs to jelly.

I closed my eyes as the orgasm rocked my core. I saw specks of
glitter behind my eyelids and nearly passed out. My breath came in gasps, and I
collapsed to the bed in a flood of tears.

Lucas laid down beside me and pulled me close to him. He didn’t
say anything, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. All I knew at that
particular moment was that I couldn’t ever imagine being with another man.

He was the one for me.

“That was incredible. No words to describe it,” I uttered
through scattered breaths.

“I know just what you mean. Last night, when you sucked my cock
off with the ice in your mouth, the sensitivity was so intense I saw stars when
I came, and then when you swallowed the head of my cock, hmm…no words.”

He helped me up and picked out a new piece of lingerie to wear
from my selection. I’d discovered he loved black silk and lace.

I still had the plug in my ass. It felt full, but not
uncomfortable and left me ready for more play.

* * *

The dinner and wine were both amazing, and we ate while sitting
on pillows around his coffee table. He’d replaced his jeans and shirt for a
simple pair of navy blue silk pants. The doors to the patio were open, and the California
evening air perfumed the room.

“I’m going back with you tomorrow,” he said, rubbing the
stubble on his chin.

“What? I don’t understand. I thought you’d moved out here.”

“That was the plan, but this is just a luxury rental. I do own
a home in Plano, and Bluestone is still mine. My car and personal items can be
shipped. I have a plane reserved to fly us home in the morning. I want you to
move in with me.”

I studied him. His eyes were dancing like they’d been invaded
with fireflies, and his normally tight jaw was relaxed. Everything about him
was relaxed. Obviously, the turmoil I’d witnessed earlier was about this
decision.

I found myself in my own confusion. “What are you saying? Up
until now, you’ve clearly drawn a line about commitment. What is it you want?”

The long pause before his answer told me he was choosing his
words carefully. “Before you, I didn’t care if I saw a woman more than once. I
didn’t care if she was married or with someone else. A woman was like a piece
of fine clothing for me to appreciate, but not become attached to.”

He pushed his plate back and pulled me into his lap. “I can’t
imagine being away from you, and I’ll kill if another man touched you. I’m
saying I care deeply for you, and I want us to be together…as a couple.”

“Lucas, I, um…I don’t—”

He shushed me with his finger on my lips. “Earlier you said,
one moment at a time. I can do that until you trust me because now I believe
everything is about trust. There’s so much you don’t know about me, and we need
to explore everything about our past before we have a future. Keep your
apartment. I’ll pay for your lease. Just come to my bed at night and let me
love you.”

“I love you,” I whispered before the tears escaped my eyes.

He wiped them away with his thumbs, while he waited for my
answer.

“Okay,” I answered softly.