Page 18 of Ace's Ascension

“What?” She bats her eyelashes like she's all innocent and sweet. “I’m not saying you’re a prude, Ace. I’m saying what you do, stays behind closed doors.” Poison looks me over and smiles. “But I have a feeling that might change.” She winks at me and turns her attention back to Kayne.

“Sit here.” Ace pulls out the barstool at the island. He glares at Poison, “I’ll keep you over here so she can’t corrupt your mind while I fix us something to eat.”

Poison laughs as I take a seat. “Oh, c’mon Ace. I’m just teasing you. It’s good to see someone finally catch your attention.”

“Poison,” Kayne growls low in his throat warning her. “Leave the man alone and stop meddling.”

Ace told me Kayne’s word is law so it doesn’t surprise me when Poison stops and huffs out a breath. “Keep it up woman and I’ll punish your ass.”

“Promise?” Poison grabs Kayne’s face and kisses him hard. You can feel the love the two of them share and it feels like I’m imposing by watching such an intimate scene. I find myself craving what they have. Is it something Ace and I might have? It’s hard to say this early on, but I flick my eyes to him and he’s watching me with a hunger radiating from his whisky-colored eyes. I bit my lip and he groans. He’s affected the same way I am.

“C’mon, let’s give Ace and Liz some time alone. You can meddle later.” Kayne stands and lifts Poison with him. She wraps her legs around his waist as they exit the kitchen, leaving Ace and me alone.

A powerful surge of something I can’t put my finger on radiates from my body as Ace stalks over to me with two bowls of food in his hands. He gently sets them on the counter and sits next to me. Ace slides my stool until I’m practically straddling him and we eat in a comfortable silence, stealing looks and touches. Once I’m finished, I push my bowl away and wait for Ace. Being this close to him sets my skin on fire. Like I can’t stop touching him. There’s something about him that drives me insane with want and need.

Ace brings his nose against the side of my neck and licks my skin causing goosebumps to roll down my spine. I try to hold back a whimper, but he’s been teasing me since we got down here and I want him. I want him like I’ve never wanted another man in my life.

I bring my lips to Ace’s and kiss him hard. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. My greedy core pressed against the bulge behind his jeans. I want him inside of me, I don’t want to wait. I unhook his belt and pull down the zipper of his jeans. I do the same with my jeans and pull them down one leg. Ace doesn’t say a word but sits back in the barstool and lets me do what I want. I straddle him again, sinking onto his thick shaft.

“Fuck.” Ace hisses through clenched teeth. My core contracts around him.

“God damn it, Ace. You feel so good.” I kiss him hard and push down onto his shaft all the way. I raise my hips and push back down again. Ace’s grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts up into me.

“Oh fuck, Liz. You’re driving me crazy.” Ace groans. He bites my nipple through my bra and piston his hips, hitting the right spots.

I shift down onto him at the same time he thrusts his hips, causing friction on my nub, sending me spiraling higher andhigher. My toes curl and a deep sensation rolls into my gut. “I’m coming Ace. Fuck. I’m coming.” And I do. I come so hard, my vision blurs and it feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

“Fuck, keep going, Sweet Cheeks. I’m right there with you.” Ace growls against my neck. I slide up and down his shaft, soaking him. He swells inside of me and grips my back, pushing me down onto him when he pushes up into me, sending me over the edge again. Ace empties himself inside of me. Breathing hard, I curl into Ace’s arms and let my body relax against him.

“Damn it. Not you too!” A deep throaty laugh comes from the door but I’m too worn out to look and see who it is.

“Fuck off.” Ace’s grip tightens around me and I snuggle into him further totally spent. Ace kisses the side of my head. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

I reluctantly climb off him, missing his warmth and we go upstairs. We make love and talk late into the night and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I don’t know when it happened, but sometime throughout the night, something between us shifted and I don’t want to be anywhere but with Ace for the rest of my life.

When I wake up, I’m groggy, confused and disconnected. My thighs ache deliciously and most of what happened in the last twenty-four hours comes flooding back. I peel one eye open. Ace is sleeping next to me and I take my time observing him. He’s on his back with his left leg out from under the covers, showing me his smooth, muscular tattoo covered thigh. His left arm, also covered in tattoos, is draped over his eyes and his mouth is partially open. There’s a dark shadow forming on his face from not shaving and it ramps his sex appeal up to smoking hot.

My gaze travels down to his lightly dusted dark chest hair. He has skulls and a pair of red boxing gloves covering his chest trailing down to his abs. He has a flaming ace sleeve tattoo onhis right arm. The smoke from the ace opens up to a grim reaper that expands his right shoulder and disappears out of sight. This man is a walking work of art and sex appeal and I’m not sure what he sees in me. I’m as plain Jane as they come. The only thing even slightly appealing on me are my Voodoo tattoos.

Before I can gaze even further down his body, Ace’s raspy voice pulls my eyes up to meet his. “Are you done checking me out or do you want me to pretend to sleep some more? Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll lift the covers.”

My mouth drops open from being caught checking Ace out and my cheeks flame as bright as my hair. “I wasn’t...”

“Don’t even say it. I could feel your eyes all over me.” He rolls to his side so we’re face to face. His whiskey-colored eyes are lighter than normal. I bring a fingertip to his cheek and lightly caress his face. A shudder wracks through Ace’s body and he groans, pulling me against him. I straddle his thighs and plant kisses across his face. His light beard scratches my lips. We’re both naked from last night and it’s easy for me to slide down onto his growing shaft. I’m soaked and he slides right in. We both exhale at the same time.

Ace grips my hips hard enough to bruise, but I’m so lost in the feel of him, I don’t care. He lifts me and pulls me down onto him at the same time he lifts his hips and slams into me. “Holy shit, Ace. Fuck that feels good.” I slide onto him at the same time he impales me. I’m so close to an orgasm, I can’t breathe.

“Fuck, Liz. I’m not going to last long.” Ace bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark but I don’t care. I sit up, driving Ace deeper into my swollen, greedy core. I ride him, swiveling my hips back and forth. Ace sits up with me, his huge hands expanding across my back. I come so hard, I can’t think, let alone breathe. Ace moans before he swells inside of me.

“Fuck. Me. Liz.” He grunts against my chest. I feel another orgasm right on the brink and I keep moving my hips, sheathing him even tighter. “I’m coming.”

“So am I again, Ace.”

Ace cups my face and he explodes inside of me at the same time he kisses me and I follow right behind him. His kiss turns from frantic to tender before we both need to breathe.

Ace flops back onto the bed, pulling me with him. He’s still inside of me but he’s growing soft. “Hmm... That’s the best wake-up call ever.” Ace kisses the top of my head and his fingers gently caress my back. Once my breathing evens out, I kiss his chest, right over the red boxing gloves and climb off him. Ace doesn’t take his eyes off me. It should make me nervous, but it doesn’t. “That’s the most fucking beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

“What? Your come dripping between my legs?” I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. There’s no shame in our game.

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