His Dancer by Darcy Rose
Cara
Ishouldn’t have enjoyed that. My core shouldn’t be pulsing with desire. Something has to be wrong with me. Still, I do nothing to stop what’s happening. Even with how wrong it was for him to make me suck him off in front of Leanna, it still turned me on.
Ace takes me into his arms, cradling me against his chest while he walks into the house and up the stairs. Each step is deafening, and I shiver with anticipation.
When we reach the bedroom, he lays me down on the huge king-sized bed, like I’m a sacrificial lamb and he is the butcher. Immediately, he starts to undress, tossing his clothing to the floor.
It’s completely dark in the room except for the high-hanging full moon that beams through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. I can make out his chiseled body, each etched muscle of his six-pack, that leads down to a well-defined V. He looks like he walked off the cover of a sports magazine, and I wipe at my mouth, afraid I might be drooling.
The shadows creep onto his face, and his gaze darkens while his jaw clenched tight, almost like he’s trying to keep himself locked up tight. The air around us grows heated when he flicks the button on his slacks and shoves them down his muscled thighs.
Stupidly, my core tightens, and I can feel the arousal I have for him against my thighs. I hate that I’m still dressed and sit up to start undressing. It’s then he leans into me, and his manly scent and monstrous body are all I can see and feel. He drags his knuckles down my cheek, and I nuzzle against his touch like a kitten.
Lips against my ear, he whispers, “I would tell you I’m sorry, but we both know that it would be a lie.” The words drag across my skin, electrifying every pore. I inhale sharply.
His hand moves lower, sliding down over my shirt. The same knuckles that grazed my cheek now graze my hard nipple. I don’t say anything; I can’t. “With me, you’ll never have to lie about what you like. We both know you enjoyed sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. So much that I bet you want to do it again, don’t you, dirty girl?”
I’d speak if I could, but the only sound I’m capable of making is a whimper. Ace smiles mischievously as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. Our kiss starts slow, tender, and over a matter of seconds, becomes searing hot. I’m burning with need for this man, but if I’m not careful, it won’t just be my body that gets scorched. It’ll be my heart too.
Ace buries one hand in my hair and starts pulling at my clothes with the other. My own hands roam over his muscled body, mapping out each crevice and slope as I start tugging at his clothes as well. Together, we manage to get my dress and bra off, our kiss never breaking.
When Ace pulls away, we’re both panting with need, and I feel like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me.
“I want you. I know I shouldn’t, that you’re bad for me, but I want you. I want you so bad it hurts,” I finally confess, and it feels like I’m committing the gravest of sins to even speak it aloud. Yet at the same time, it’s freeing. It’s finally out there. The truth.
“Fuck, don’t tell me that.” Ace groans. “I’m trying my best to go slow for you, but if you don’t shut your pretty little mouth, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
A zing of pleasure courses across my skin at his warning. I don’t want him to go slow. I don’t need it. I step back, feeling his eyes following my every movement. My knees hit the bed, and I fall back against the mattress. My breasts bounce with the sharp drop, and his gaze falls to the hard peaks. I like that he seems to want me so much, but I need him to focus somewhere else. My chest rises and falls as I suck in breath after breath, gathering the courage I need to do what I’m about to. Then before I can think of a way to stop this whole charade, I spread my legs and lift my hips, cupping my hands beneath my thighs as I lift my eyes to his.
“Please,” I half whisper, half groan.
There’s a glint in his eyes, and like a wild, starving creature, Ace takes the invitation. He comes down over the top of me, spreading me even wider with his hips as he boxes me in, his forehead pressed against mine. Our gazes collide as I feel the featherlight touch of his fingers against my cotton-covered center.
“What a bad girl,” he whispers roughly. “You’ve made a mess of your panties.”
I whimper in response.
“You’re so wet for me,” he continues. The rough pad of his finger grazes my clit, and I lift my hips, beckoning him forward. “So fucking wet, my sweet little kitten.”
“Please,” I gasp once more, repeating my earlier plea. I release my legs and reach up, sinking my nails into his ribs, urging him forward.
“So needy.” He chuckles before pulling away. A small, defeated sigh passes my lips, thinking he’s just teasing me once more, and then I feel his hands on my hips, slipping into the waistband of my panties. A gasp escapes as he drags the fabric down my legs, and instead of tossing them to the ground like I would expect him to, he brings the center of my panties, right where I can clearly see a wet spot, to his nose and inhales deeply, like he’s trying to breathe me in.
It’s strangely erotic, and it only intensifies my desire for him.
“Ace,” I moan. “I need you…” Why isn’t he taking me? I’ve shown him I want him. I don’t want to wait any longer.
With a rough growl of arousal, Ace tosses the panties to the floor and pins me to the bed in one swift move. One hand slips between my legs, and the other cups me by the cheek, forcing me to face him.
“I want to see your face when you come on my hand,” he says. “Watch that pretty mouth as your lips part, and you sigh my name.”
“Yes.” I whimper as he spears me with two fingers and presses his thumb against my clit. There is only a brief twinge of pain as he stretches me, but it soon fades away when he starts to pump in and out of me.
A delicious warmth builds low in my belly, and he spreads me wider with one knee while he strokes me faster, taking me higher and higher.
“You’re so fucking beautiful … and your pussy is going to take my cock perfectly. Squeeze it tight like a vise. When you come on my cock, you’re going to stain me with your cream. You want that, don’t you, pretty girl? You want to come all over my cock and then let me come all over you, inside you until you’re fucking dripping with me, kitten.”
His dirty talk is my undoing. My entire body trembles, and my muscles clench around his fingers.
“Fuck, Cara, that’s it. Good girl. Come for me.” Ace groans against my lips.
I uncoil from the inside out, my chest heaves, and like a supernova star, I explode. Back bowing off the bed, I press my head back into the pillow and let the waves of pleasure take me under. Ace growls as I convulse around his fingers, making it hard for him to continue to move inside me.
I’m floating back down to earth when he pulls away, and I lift my head to look at him. I watch as he places those fingers that were just inside me in his mouth. His eyes close, and when he opens his eyes again, all I see is hunger.
“I don’t know that I can be gentle with you,” he growls while shoving his boxers down his legs. I don’t need gentle, and I open my mouth to tell him that, but then his cock grabs my attention. Thick and veiny, it stands tall, robbing me of thought. Ace crawls over me, blanketing me with his body, and when his lips touch mine, the world around us fades away.
Nothing else matters then. We’re just two people coming together, becoming one. Hiking my leg up around his hip, Ace moves between my legs. His cock nudges against my pussy, and I gasp into his mouth.
“Mine,” he growls, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.
“Take me,” I beg. Ace releases my lip and smiles as he slips a hand between our bodies and lines himself up with my entrance.
“There’s no going back now, kitten.” The words rumble out of his chest, and he surges his hips forward, impaling me in one single stroke with his cock. I dig my nails into his chest, using his body as an anchor to keep myself in place. I’ve never felt so full, so secure. He pauses for a moment, giving me time to adjust.
With bared teeth, he looks down at me. “I knew you would feel this fucking good. I knew it, and now I’m never going to want to let you go.”
I don’t get the chance to ask him to elaborate on that statement. My thoughts become hazy after that.
He pulls almost completely out of me, leaving the crown of his cock inside, before he pistons his hips forward again. His grip on me tightens as he holds me in place, fucking me with hard, punishing strokes, his length touching every nerve ending in my channel. I can feel him so deep, and there is no high that compares to what this man is doing to me.
“Fuck,” Ace curses as he buries his head in the crook of my neck. He sucks on the tender flesh there, stirring the embers of red-hot pleasure.
“Oh god! I think I’m…”
“Not yet,” he orders.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, he pulls away, leaving me cold. “No!” I gasp, crying out. Bewildered and confused, I don’t even realize what is happening until he grabs me, flips me over, and lifts my hips.
There is a moment of clarity that encompasses my mind before he slams back inside me.
“You make me lose control, make me want things I can’t have…” He pounds into me. “This pussy is mine,” he growls. “Say it.” I nearly crumple beneath his strokes, my arms shaking with the intensity. I bury my face into the sheets and pillows.
His fingers spear through my hair, and he cranes my neck back. “I said. Fucking. Say. It.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust that drives me closer and closer to madness. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You!” I scream, and he rewards me by capturing my mouth with his. He’s bent me to his will, and I know I’ll never be the same after tonight. The slap of his balls against my clit is my undoing, and the orgasm rockets through me.
I dig my fingers into the sheets to keep myself in place, and the pleasure heightens as he continues to fuck me.
“Ace…” I scream his name as another wave of pleasure pulls me under. His hold on my hair tightens, my scalp burns, and his grip on my hip becomes bruising.
“Tell me you want me to come inside you…”
“Oh god, yes! Fill me with your cum. Come inside me.” I gasp, pushing back against him, not even realizing what I’m asking for.
“Yes!” He hisses through his teeth, and then I feel it. His hot release spills inside me as his cock pulses.
Ace stops moving, holding himself deep in my channel, almost as if he’s trying to prevent any of his cum from leaking out.
I collapse against the mattress completely spent, my muscles aching in a delicious way, just like they used to after I spent hours dancing. Ace slowly pulls out of me, and I let out a low whimper at the loss of him.
The mattress dips as he drops down on the other side of me, and for a second, I think this is where the night ends. Everything comes barreling back into my mind. Do I get up and pull my clothes on and leave? Or do I stay? Oh god, we didn’t use a condom either.
“Ace, we didn’t… You came inside me…” I can feel the blush in my cheeks.
“I know. You told me to.” He sighs.
“What if… what if I get pregnant?” My stomach knots anxiously.
“Then you do. We will deal with it if it happens.”
Deal with it? Ace pulls me to his side and wraps one of his arms around me. I’m still afraid of what may happen tomorrow, but I nuzzle against his chest. His steady heartbeat hammers against my palm as I place it on his chest.
“Sleep, beautiful…I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says as he places a kiss on my forehead.
I know I shouldn’t trust him, but I do. I let my eyes fall shut, and the rhythm of his breathing lulls me to sleep.
