His Greatest Pain (5 page)

“You’re so damn gorgeous, Lauren, and you’re
right here for the taking ... for
me
,
all for me.”

“You’re making this worse.” She hadn’t meant
to say anything out loud, but as soon as the words left her Ace pulled back
enough that he could see her.

“You want me to stop?”

Lauren licked her lips and shook her head.
“No, but I’m dying here, Ace.”

He groaned deeply, but didn’t fuck her like
she’d hoped. Instead he latched his mouth onto her breast, and sucked her
nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her. Over and over,
he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t
just thinking of begging him, she actually was.

“Please, Ace. God, please be with me already.”

And with one last drag across the stiff peak
Ace stepped away only long enough to grab a condom from his wallet tucked in
the back pocket of his jeans on the floor, and slide it on. At least he was
coherent enough to think rationally and use protection.

He was pressed fully against her once more,
gripped the cheeks of her ass, and lifted her with a strength that made her
feel petite and small instead of plus sized.

Mouth parting on its own when she felt his
length press to her slit, Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck, thrust her
breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him
brutally. It was like a floodgate was opened and all of her passion, desire,
and need for Ace came bursting through.

Never breaking the kiss, Ace grabbed his cock,
placed the tip at her entrance, and with her back still to the wall pressed his
erection all the way inside of her in one fluid move. Lauren had to stop the
kiss and gasp at the feel of being stretched so fully by him. Big, long, and
thick were all perfect words to describe him. When he started thrusting in
powerful strokes, Lauren knew she would come within minutes.

“Christ, baby,” he panted against the side of
her neck and never stopped pumping in and out of her.
“Yeah.
That’s it, Poppy. That is so fucking it.” He grunted and groaned against her.
Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined perspiration, and
she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions.

“You’re stretching me so good, Ace.” The words
spilled out of her on their own.

“You feel so fucking
good
,
baby.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through
her whole body before taking root in her clit. Every time he thrust into her
the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently
crying out.

“God.
Ace.”

“So
good, baby.
You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn
wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it
was a sloppy, heated, and almost angry kiss. “You’re all for me,
only
me, Poppy,” he murmured against her
mouth.

She tugged at his hair, loved the dampness at
his scalp because he was fucking her so hard. “I’m only yours.” She didn’t know
why she’d said that, even if she meant it. This could be the very worst thing
they did, but she hoped not, hoped it didn’t screw things up.

“Yeah, you are,” he said. He moved backward an
inch, maybe to go to the bedroom, but what ended up happening was far from
that. He continued to move backward, until his back was now pressed against the
opposite wall, holding her weight up effortlessly. This was the most erotic
experience she had ever had. She’d been with other guys, two to be precise, but
they had been during high school, both big mistakes. This experience was so
different because she loved Ace so much.

Neither of them could control themselves, and
as the temperature in the hallway rose, their bodies grew wetter from sweat,
and their touches became painfully good, she knew she’d come harder than she
ever had.

With his cock still buried inside of her and
his mouth on hers, he moved them away from the wall once more. Lauren knew she
had to be hurting him by digging her nails into his back, but all he did was
grunt against her mouth, tighten his hold on her ass, and fuck her harder. Then
he slid to the ground with her still in his arms.

With her legs on either side of him now,
straddling his narrow hips and placing her hands flat on his chest, Lauren
immediately started riding him. Up and down, faster and harder she rode him
until her breasts were bouncing almost painfully, and all Ace did was stare at
them with this hooded expression and clench his fingers into her ass.

“You have the biggest, most mouthwatering tits
I have ever seen.” He still had his hands on her ass, and when he spread the
cheeks, slipped his fingers between them, and touched her anus, everything
inside of her tightened. “That’s it, come,
baby
,
because I want to see you so fucking unhinged you can’t even see straight.” He
looked at her then, his lips parted, his pupils dilated. “I want to see you let
go because of me.”

And just like that she was coming.

Chapter
Six

Ace
was going to come really fucking hard. His gaze was glued to the sight of
Lauren’s breasts bouncing up and down as she rode the hell out of his cock. He
touched her asshole, lifted his gaze to her face, and saw her expression of
ecstasy as she came. Yeah, he was trying hard not to get off just yet, because
he wanted this moment prolonged. He was here with Lauren, really fucking her
and doing this … being with her. This moment had been a fantasy to him for so
many years, but it was his reality now. He’d waited a long time for this moment
with her, imagined it because he thought for sure it would never happen.

He
inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his dick, and he had to grit his
teeth so he didn’t come right then and there. He wanted her to come again,
wanted to see the expression of euphoria cover her face just once more before
he gave into his own pleasure. Wrapping his arm around her waist, and grabbing
onto her ass with his other hand, he rose up just enough that he could shift so
she was the one on her back now.

Sliding
all the way back into her had Ace groaning and closing his eyes. Sweat lined
his brow and dripped down his face to cover her belly. He leaned back on his
haunches and looked down where their bodies connected.

“Good
God, Lauren.” Those words left him on a strangled groan as he saw the way her
pussy stretched around his cock. She was all pink and soaked flesh, and
stretched so wide around the girth his dick that the member actually jerked on
its own. His balls drew up tight with his imminent orgasm.

“Oh God.”
Her eyes widened, and he knew
she was close to getting off again.

He
placed his thumb right on her clit and rubbed the hell out of that little bud.
He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her face, not when she looked like she was
in so much pleasure. When she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out,
and cried out, he finally let himself go.

Ace
leaned forward, bracing his hands on the floor beside her head, and grunted and
groaned as he came harder than he ever had. He moaned, made deep, almost
animalistic noises, and stared right at her face, not able to tear his gaze
away. His muscles hurt from how hard he was shaking as he came. When the
pleasure receded and he was able to breathe again, he opened his eyes and saw
Lauren staring up at him.

Without
thinking, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, Ace did exactly that. With
his cock softening inside of her, and their tongues pressing back and forth
against each other, he let a contented sigh leave him.

“God,
that was…”

When
she didn’t finish her sentence he pulled back and looked into her blue eyes.
“Yeah, that was something that can’t be put into words.” He touched her cheek,
ran his finger over her smooth skin, and felt his love for this woman grow
exponentially. He was a hard man, violent when he was out of control, and had a
past that could have made any sane person cringe. But Lauren had always been
there for him. With her he felt like he didn’t have to keep this wall up, that
he didn’t have to block everything out, hide his emotions. Well, hide what
little emotion he had.

She
licked her lips. Leaning down and kissing her once more, he pulled out of her
tight, hot body with a grunt. He could have been buried inside of her all
night. He stood, helped her up, and pulled her into a hug before she could move
away. And as impossible as it was, his dick started getting hard at the feel of
her breasts moving against his chest. She was soft where he was hard. He liked
her curves, loved that he could run his hands all over her body, because she
allowed him that pleasure.

“What
does this mean, Ace?” She pulled back only enough that she could look into his
face.

He
knew what he wanted it to mean, but despite knowing each other for years he
wanted to make sure this was what she wanted. Ace wanted her as his,
only
his, but he didn’t want to rush her
into something she might be wary about still. His past might be something she’d
helped him to deal with over the years, to live with, but helping him was
different from being in his life in that way.

“What
do you want it to mean?” Waiting for her to answer was a new form of torture,
but she didn’t shy away, didn’t avert her gaze. For that he had a bit of hope
that she wouldn’t tell him that this was a nice fuck but that it was nothing
more than that.

“I’d
like it to mean that you and I can give a go at this, Ace, that maybe we can be
together.”

Her
words caught him off guard slightly, and he felt his heart start to beat hard
and fast.

She
bit her lip, and he reached out and pulled the flesh out from under her
straight white teeth. “But I am also realistic.” She didn’t allow him time to
respond. “You have a past that haunts you still, torments you. As much as I
want to help you, I don’t know if I can be everything you need and want, even
if I desperately want you, Ace.”

He
hated she felt like that. “You’re the only woman, the only person, who has ever
made me feel whole, Lauren. Without you in my life I’d lose it.”

“I
want to be with you, Ace. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can
remember.” She smiled and lifted her hand to cup his cheek. “We can take one
day at a time.”

He
closed his eyes, nodded, and knew this woman owned him, every part of him. She
stepped away, and the few seconds of silence that filled the air had a plethora
of emotions covering her face. He heard her swallow, but when she stepped away
another inch he didn’t try to keep her close. He noticed she was searching the
ground, and he didn’t want her away from him. Damn, he already felt like a
needy bitch, but where Lauren was concerned she really did mean everything to
him.

“One
day at a time, Lauren,” he said and pulled her closer by grabbing her hand.

She
rested her head on his chest, and he placed a hand on the back of her head.

“One
day at a time, Ace.”

Yeah,
because that’s all they could do, but damn would he savor every fucking minute
of
it.

****

Ace
looked up at the metal and glass building right in front of him, stared at the
sign right above the front doors that said it was the Cooper Morris
Professional Building, and felt
himself
start to go
all twitchy. He was really going to do this, really going to go in and see a
psychologist after all these years. He clenched his hands at his sides,
breathed out slowly through his mouth, and grabbed the door handle. After
pulling it open and making his way inside, he located which floor the
therapist’s office was on and headed up there. He could do this, not because he
thought he needed it, but because he wanted to better himself for Lauren.

Stepping
into the elevator he leaned back against the mirrored wall, grabbed onto the
railing, and just as the doors were about to close a man in a suit stepped in.
He saw Ace, his eyes widening for a second, and then he moved all the way to
the opposite end of the confined box. The doors slid shut, and Ace saw the way
the guy glanced at him again, tightening his hand on the strap of his suitcase.

That
had Ace smirking, not because he was particularly pleased the guy was clearly
afraid of him, but because he wasn’t that scrawny kid anymore that got picked
on at grade school because of his size and shitty home life, or the same kid
that got daily beatings from his father. He could handle himself, didn’t let
anyone ever lay their hands on him again unless he wanted it, and that was the
only therapy he ever needed.

The
doors slid open, and the guy stepped out. Ace should just leave and go work
out, because that’s what cleared his head. But just as he was about to push the
button to take him to the lobby he thought twice. If he wanted to make a
relationship work with Lauren then he had to try to talk to a professional and
see if it helped at all.

He
got off the elevator, checked in, then sat in the too small chair across from
the receptionist’s desk. The girl behind the counter watched him, smiled a
little, but he wasn’t interested in anyone aside from his Lauren. Hell, it had
been years since he’d had sex with a random chick. After she found him passed
out on his bed and he’d broken down, he’d promised himself he’d never go down
that road again. He couldn’t. He loved Lauren too much, and she deserved better
than that from him. He couldn’t even get hard for anyone else aside from
Lauren, and so for the last several years he’d just focused on fighting and
her. Despite his need for sex as an outlet for his emotions, he was never
tempted to fuck a random chick, not even interested in going down that route.

The
side door opened, and an older woman stepped out. “Mr. Renaldo?”

He
stood, clenched his hands at his sides again, and followed her through the
door. Once in the office he looked around. It was decorated pretty modernly,
with metal vases filled with white pieces of branches, pictures of abstract
designs hanging on the wall, and a view of the city across from him.

“Please,
have a seat. May I call you Ace?”

He
looked at her and nodded. What did he care?

“I’m
Dr.
Lammley
.” She pointed to the seat after he still
hadn’t sat down. Once he was in the plush leather chair he started bouncing his
leg, his nerves at being here starting to grow higher.

“So,
how about you tell me why you’ve come to talk to me today.”

He
stared at her, took in her longer salt and pepper colored hair, the dark brown
eyes partially hidden behind thick lime green frames, and the grey pinstripe
dress suit she wore. He shrugged, feeling his skin tighten, his heart pound,
and adrenaline start to course through him at a fast pace. He felt like he was
high, like he was dealing with a bad trip, about to lose his shit right here in
the office.

“I
figured it was the right thing to do.”

“How
so, Ace?” She jotted something down on the pad of paper she held.

He
shrugged again even though she wasn’t staring at him, and looked over at the
window. He stared at the
buildings,
breathed in and
out slowly, evenly, and told himself the sooner he got this over with the
better it would be. “I thought talking to someone about my past might help my
future.” He looked at the doctor again. “Because I think the woman I’m in love
with deserves that much.”

The
doctor nodded, wrote something else down,
then
leaned
back in the chair. “So you’re doing this, coming here today to talk to me
because of the woman you’re in a relationship with?”

He
nodded,
then
closed his eyes. “Yes, no … I don’t
know.”

“It’s
okay. Just take your time.”

He
kept bouncing his leg. “My dad used to beat me, verbally abuse me, and when he
went on a bender I learned to hide as best I could.”

The
doctor sat there quietly, nodding, writing on her notepad. “So your childhood
was something you feared, your father the one you should have looked up to
instead of been afraid of.”

He
nodded. “He’d lock me in closets to ‘teach me a lesson’, use his belt on me to
toughen me up…” He scrubbed a hand over his face as the memories of his past
consumed him. Ace had done a good job throughout his life of blocking out as
best he could the things his father had done to him. He’d used fighting, pain,
both physical and mental, to be his therapy.

“And
you feel, by the looks of the bruises on your cheek, your split lip, and the
wounds on your knuckles that you’ve self-medicated with violence.”

He
stared at her, nodding. “It’s what I know, what I like.”

“I
can understand that, but you must feel inside that a part of that violence
isn’t what you really want or you wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s
all I’ve ever known, and the only thing that’s made me
feel
centered, semi-normal.” He thought on what she said for a second. “I’m here
because I want to make it work with the woman that’s been in my life for a long
time, that has never judged me, and
knows
me better
than I probably know myself.”

“So
this woman is your lifeline?”

“She
is
my
life
. She’s
my everything
, and whatever it
takes to ensure that I don’t disappoint her, that I don’t hurt her by my
actions, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”