“I’m not gonna break.” I gripped her waist and pushed her back, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around me. “You’ve gotta move or I’m gonna lose it. Fuck the stitches,” I growled.
“I want to savor this.” Her whisper resounded in my ears as if she shouted the words. It wasn’t often I relinquished control like this to her, so I clamped my mouth shut and let her enjoy the moment, enjoy me.
Several heartbeats later, she started to move, her gyrations slow at first, but then she rode me hard, chasing after her orgasm, which I had no doubt loomed close. All her tells gave her away.
Her skin turned a sexy shade of pink.
Her breathing hitched, then froze, only to come rushing from her lungs in a frenzy.
Her eyes squeezed shut and her lip disappeared between her teeth, each moan escaping louder than the last.
Her pussy gripped my cock and if she didn’t come soon, then let me draw out my own release, I’d be exploding first.
“Fuck, baby!” I groaned, my fingers digging deeper into her flesh. “Are you—”
“Yes!” she shouted. “Oh, fuck yes. Jaime… oh my God,” she said, my name falling on a plea, released with a shaky breath of air.
“Look at me.” She kept her eyes closed. “Chels, look at me.” I seized her waist harder and her eyes popped open. “Does my cock feel good?” She was barely able to nod, her mouth dropping open when I thrust upward. “Tell me how much you love fuckin’ me.” My demand came out deep and raspy, my own restraint faltering.
“I do.” She lowered herself, planting her hands on either side of my head. “I love it. You’re the best I’ve ever had.” Her compliment inadvertently stroked my jealousy she’d been with anyone other than me, but I tried not to focus on my irrational feelings because I’d been with other women. But none of them compared to her.
None.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Kiss me.” Her mouth crashed to mine before I could take another breath, her tongue stroking my own just like her body stroked mine. The familiar tingling started and there was no way I was gonna be able to hold off now.
Chelsea buried her head in my neck, sucking and biting at my skin, and just as she tipped over the edge, her body locked up, and in doing so, she clamped her thighs against my sides.
I hissed, pain and pleasure striking simultaneously. I was just thankful my pleasure was the stronger sensation. Instead of stopping her, I gently inserted my hand between her leg and my wounded side, nudging her enough so there was a small space, the jolt of pain alleviating quickly.
“Keep going,” I urged, grabbing her ass with my free hand, and keeping her movements quick and rough until my orgasm barreled down on me. “Can I come inside you?” She didn’t answer, her warm breath cascading over the damp flesh of my neck. “Chels… I’m gonna come. Do you want… want me to pull out?”
She moved her mouth back to mine, latching on to my bottom lip with her teeth before giving me an answer. “Come inside me,” she panted. “I want you to fill me up.” Then she swallowed my grunts as I gave her what she asked for.
26
With our skin slicked together, I hummed my satisfaction into the crook of his neck. “That was….” I didn’t finish because the rest of my words escaped me. I purred and he twitched, laughing when I gently nipped him.
When I finally pushed myself upright, I gazed down at him, reveling in the sight of all his gorgeousness. His skin was flushed, much like mine, and strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. I never thought a sweaty man was sexy, but Ace defied the very notion. The muscles in his arm flexed when I tried to move my leg, his hand pressing against my inner knee. Looking down, I realized he tried to keep my thigh away from his side.
I raised myself up slowly and he slipped from my body. After hopping off the bed, I leaned in to inspect him. “Did I hurt you?” I asked. I’d completely forgotten he was injured the more I lost myself to the feel of him.
Instead of answering, he reached for me, but I backed away. I didn’t know why, other than I was frightened my selfish need was the cause of his possible damage.
“Come here.” I shook my head. “You better get your ass back on this bed.” His tone wasn’t stern, but the fierceness in his eyes told me he’d chase me if I didn’t comply, and the last thing I wanted him to do was overexert himself.
“Fine.” I walked around to the other side, his eyes following me the entire way. Now he was the one shaking his head. The mattress dipped with my weight, but I kept my distance, not sure what to do next.
“Woman,” he said exasperated. “I told you I’m not gonna fuckin’ break. Now get over here.” I complied because I didn’t want to upset him. Two scoots later and I laughed inwardly. This was probably the first time I went out of my way not to anger him. Any other time, depending on the situation, I’d purposely do exactly that. He grabbed me and tucked me into his side, kissing the top of my head. “That’s better.”
I didn’t say anything as I nestled closer, allowing the comfort of his body to quiet my mind.
He twirled a lock of my blonde hair around his finger. “What color you gonna do next?” The pink strands underneath were faded and I’d contemplated switching to a different color.
“Blue.”
“My favorite.”
“I know.” I looked up at him and smiled, surprised the easiness flowed so well between us. That could have something to do with the fact I wasn’t as angry as I usually was, or that I’d come to believe Ace truly did care for me. Either way, I relished in the gentle calm surrounding me. Surrounding us.
“You hungry?” he asked, his finger trailing my arm and giving me goose bumps.
“I could eat.”
“Okay, I’ll see what I have in the fridge.” He placed his hand on the bed and pushed himself up, leaving me behind to lie on the bed and glory in the sight of him yet again.
“I do love your ass.” Ace looked over his shoulder and winked.
“And I love… yours.” I thought he was gonna tell me he loved me again, but he didn’t, and surprisingly, I was disappointed. Returning his smile, I watched him throw on a pair of black sweatpants and saunter out of the room, my stomach rumbling with the upcoming thought of nourishment.
After I wiped away the remnants of Ace from between my legs, I grabbed one of his T-shirts from his dresser drawer, inhaling his scent as I made my way down the steps, stopping at the bottom when I heard him talking on his phone.
“Yeah, she’s stayin’ with me, so you and Maddie can live there for now. Yeah, she’s fine with that, too. Okay. I’ll tell her. Got it. I’ll go with you guys. Yup. See ya.” He ended the call and placed his cell facedown on the counter.
“Was that Linc?” I asked, walking into the kitchen, already knowing the answer because I’d been eavesdropping.
“Yeah. He called, so I figured I should fill him in about your place.” A loaf of bread, a package of deli meat and a jar of mayo were placed on the counter next to him. He looked from me to the ingredients and back again. “This is all I have. Hope you’re in the mood for a turkey sandwich.”