“I’m embarrassed at how wet I am,” I tell him honestly.
“Oh, fuck, no, Princess. Don’t ever be embarrassed at that. I want your pussy dripping all down my chin.”
He does? He doesn’t give me any more time to question it.
His mouth covers my clit, hot and wet, and he sucks. I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure, and my hips lift right off the floor. God, that seemed to have a direct line to my womb. I swear I felt the fucking thing contract.
He grabs my inner thighs, one in each hand, and pushes them apart. He pulls back as though to admire me, and I squirm under his appraisal.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy. You taste so sweet. I could eat you out for days.”
Ace dives back between my thighs, his tongue flattening and licking me right from my asshole, back up to my clit, where he returns to focusing his attention. I swear he’s writing the alphabet on my clit with his tongue. The sense of something building deep inside me heightens, and my eyes slip shut again so I can focus on what he’s doing.
He pushes his tongue inside me, curling it up to hit a spot inside me that sends my hips lifting to the sky again.
God, can all men do that, or does Ace just have a freakishly long tongue?
My orgasm builds. The muscles in my thighs and stomach tighten and relax, tighten and relax. I reach down and spear my fingers into his soft curls, pulling lightly, the way he did to me. Sounds of pleasure fall unbidden from my lips, and my breathing grows ragged. I hold him closer, my body working with him, wanting more, more, more…
I’ve completely forgotten where we are and what’s happened. All that’s on my mind now is the insane level of bliss this man and his clever mouth is taking me to. I’d wanted him to lose control, but it hadn’t occurred to me that he would do the same to me. My inner thighs are damp, and the air is redolent with sex.
“Oh, Ace,” I cry. “Fuck, Ace. I-I-Oh, God…”
My climax explodes inside me with a rush of tingles all over my body, my eyes rolling, toes curling, body lifting off the hayloft floorboards. I’d swear I levitated for a few seconds. It ripples through me again, and again, and still Ace sucks and licks and works my body through every second of it. I’ve never experienced an orgasm at someone else’s hands—or mouth—before, and I feel like I’ve just reached another level of consciousness.
I come down, dazed and breathing hard. My skin is flushed and damp with perspiration, and between my legs is puffy and slick.
Ace grins down at me.
“What?” I say, suddenly self-conscious.
“You look like you just got fucked in a hayloft.” He reaches down and plucks a piece of hay from my hair.
I cover my face with my hands and laugh. “I guess I did.”
“Well, not completely.” He leans down and murmurs in my ear. “I hope next time my cock will find its perfect fit inside your pussy.”
I shove his bare shoulder, but I can’t help smiling. I’d like that, too. The only thing that’s holding me back is Jack, and I kind of hate myself a little for that. Jack is my best friend’s dad. He’s completely off limits. Plus, he can be a complete dick. Is that why I want him so badly? Because forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter?
Here is a completely gorgeous man who would probably take my virginity right here and now if I asked him. I glance down at his cock, which is already at half-mast again. He looks like he’s ready to, as well. Why can’t I just give in and accept that Jack and I have no future? He doesn’t even want me that way. But every time he calls me Baby-girl in that low growl of his, I just about want to crawl under his skin and live there.
21
JACK
I’ve gonethrough the basics of the situation with regards to Camile with the club members who are all gathered for Church, minus some of the prospects, who don’t have clearance yet. Also missing are Becker, a senior member who is overseeing the progress of an incoming weapons shipment, and Ace, who is babysitting Camile.
Rook is in the room because, although he doesn’t know it yet, he’s soon to be fully patched in.
Saul is also missing, as his phone started ringing repeatedly, so I told him to go answer it.
No one calls when Church is in session, so it must have been important.
Normie, so called because he still has a normal job outside of the club, is reading the minutes as I sit and listen. Normie, real name Noah, is a very handy person to have in the club, as he’s a lawyer outside, but one who can be easily corrupted with money and women. As he’s good with paperwork, he’s theclub Secretary. It means he’s responsible for recordkeeping, notetaking, and the like. He lives off the compound, but he spends a fuck ton of time here. I also trust him because he’s proven himself repeatedly.
“Point number five,” he says as he reads down the list. “Leyla has been banned from the club.”
A few members groan in disappointment or mutter and mumble to themselves. Leyla is a popular sweetbutt. She has tits that can make a grown man weep, an ass that is perfection, long legs, tiny waist, and—unfortunately—a mouth that likes to boast about being at the one percenter club as much as it likes being wrapped around a dick.
