Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (10 page)

I lean to his ear and whisper, “I’d like to stop this if you don’t mind.”

He gets the rest of my untold message and slides out of me. I leave a soft kiss on
his cheek to thank him for his understanding and watch him leave. Now I have to decide
what to do. I can get the fuck out of PE and out of Ace’s life, or stay and fight
for what I want, although what I want is bordering on impossible.

As always, I chose what’s not good for me. If my brain had any power over me, I’d
most likely be living a happier life, yet, here I am, stubbornly inventing new ways
to torture myself. I’m the walking definition of masochist for getting on my feet
and strolling toward Ace and the girl he’s fucking, as if watching them from afar
wasn’t painful enough.

Even though my heart aches at the sight of someone else having what I desire, I can’t
deny the extremely arousing sight of their fucking. The girl can’t keep her eyes open,
while Ace squeezes her body between his strong arms. Her soft squeals are in rhythm
with his thrusts, and I wish it was me he was devouring.

Ace doesn’t look at me for long moments after JJ is gone. He’s staring at the girl,
who can’t keep her eyes open and her mouth closed. I’d leave them alone, if I was
sure it was what Ace wanted, too. The fact that he’s ignoring me, at least trying
to appear so, is proof enough for me that he’s using the girl to get revenge on me.

He’s a professional; his clients’ needs and interests should precede his feelings.
But, instead of showing me the attention I want and paid for, he’s choosing to punish
me for my own little game. Which goes to show he’s acting with his emotions. He’s
probably cross with me. I smile at the thought and lift my hand to caress his shoulder.
His eyes fall closed at the touch, and I notice his pace slows down. Good.

“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, my lips too close to his skin, and I watch goose bumps
form on the area of his arm my breath touches. My lips graze softly on his skin and
trail along the contour of thick muscles. He’s much taller than I, so I have a long
way to go until my lips reach his shoulder.

He’s keeping up with his avoiding game. I move my hand up, running it through his
hair, and grasp a strand to drag his face down to mine. His eyes snap open, as expected,
and he shoots me a stern glare. As if that’ll scare me in the least.

Parting my lips, I attack his mouth and kiss him with all the anger boiling in me.
He kisses me back and soon it turns into a game of who can hurt the other most. He
bites my tongue. I dig my nails into his skin. He places his hand against my buttocks
to press me hard against the side of his body until I can’t breathe. I tug at his
hair harder. He slaps my buttocks. I sneak my arm around the girl’s leg to reach down
for his balls, cupping them not so gently. But he doesn’t let go of the girl, and
just for that fact alone, he’s winning the hurting game.

Instead of squeezing his balls harder, I begin massaging them, brushing his condom-coated
shaft whenever it slides out of the girl’s vagina. His kiss softens, deepens, and
makes me moan with pleasure. His hand moves up and he wraps his arm around my waist.
His thumb draws small circles on the side of my belly. I pull my hand away from his
hair, drag it down to his buttocks. Their firmness is marvelous. I want to go down
and lick them each until my tongue gets tired. I slide a finger between the cracks
of his ass cheeks and begin massaging his opening.

His lips and tongue stops moving, but his hips pick up the speed until he’s practically
pounding into the girl. Her screams fill the room as she lies flat on her back on
the table. I go on massaging, and soon Ace’s anus opens up to me. I ease the tip of
my finger slowly, tenderly, surely into him. He throws his head back, making soft
sounds. His eyes close tightly.

I plaster my lips against his biceps and continue massaging his balls with my other
hand. With this much stimulation, he should come with an explosive orgasm. His body
stiffens, his hips stopping abruptly, and he groans like a hurt animal. Before I know
it, he slides out of the girl, grabs my arm, and hauls me onto the bed. I fall face-first
onto the mattress.

“Get out,” he screams, I think, to the girl and rips the condom off of his cock, tossing
it on the floor. As soon as the girl leaves and closes the door, Ace strides forward,
places a knee between my legs on the bed, and presses his palm on the small of my
back, pushing me hard against the bed. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
he yells at me.

I freeze on the spot, can’t move even if I dare. I think I’ve never been this scared
in my life. Not even when Macey Williams kidnapped me.

T
asting Lindsay’s climax on my tongue had the same effect of a thousand dollar Martini
on my taste buds. Once you taste that exquisiteness, everything else will taste nasty,
like cheap wine. I could devour her for hours, never getting tired of her special
sweet flavor, intoxicating scent, swollen softness of her flesh, uncontrollable twitches
of her body, and her moans. Oh, her moans...

She was like a feast; perfect for my palate and willingly giving herself to me, yielding
to my desire. I saw trust in her eyes. Trust to my capability to make her experience
something extraordinary, help her see something she’d never see otherwise. And, when
she did and fell apart into my mouth and my finger, I wanted to hold her there, in
that position, forever, watching her loose herself to me and with me. The only incentive
for me to stop and pull my mouth away from her was to let my cock feel her depths
too.

I burned with the desire to fill her insides and stretch her to my size, make her
cry with pain and pleasure. I wanted to reach to the highest of the peaks together
with her, looking deep into her eyes as she gave herself to me completely.

But, no.

She had to fuck with my mind and choose JJ over me. Why she would do such a thing
is beyond anything I’ve known and seen among women. After years of observing them
losing themselves in the arms of their lovers, I thought I gained enough expertise
to forecast their next steps.

But, not Lindsay’s.

She’s the most unpredictable creature who’s crossed my way. She’s been the root of
my sleepless nights and inexplicable headaches since she showed up in my life. And,
now she is the cause of the most painful hard-on I’ve come to experience.

As if seeing JJ fuck her wasn’t torturous enough, I had to listen to her moans too.
Even being fucked by another man, she looked delectable, arousing. Despite my annoyance,
I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying her. I kissed her like never before. I savored
her lips, her tongue, and then her breasts. I have no doubt her moans got louder because
of me. My kisses gave her more pleasure than JJ’s cock inside her. Yet, even that
obvious fact didn’t convince her to dump JJ and take me instead.

So, I had to do what I could to cool off and called Jennifer. Even while a quick hand
stroking would have finished me off, I was lucky enough to find a beautiful and willing
woman to relish. I closed my eyes and made myself believe that it was Lindsay and
not Jennifer who was taking me inside her. It wasn’t a difficult mission, because
Lindsay’s taste was still on my tongue. Her scent was still the only thing my nose
could detect. It was her face that I saw in the darkness. My ears could hear only
her moans.

*

S
econds pass. Maybe minutes. Lindsay’s moans stop, and I hear whispers, then the door
closing. I open my eyes and from the corner of my eye see Lindsay approaching. I feel
her fingertips on my arm and her warm breath against my skin. She’s teasing me with
all her power. Kissing me, whispering to me how sexy I look. Dirty, old tricks. I
now see what kind of woman she is. She loves chasing and wants what she can’t get.
Just like a man. That’s why she didn’t have me when she could, and now that I’m fucking
another woman, she’s flying around me, like a bee after a flower.

I let her kiss me, pull my hair, cup my balls, and reciprocate the ferocity of her
moves with pleasure.

But not that. I won’t allow that.

No one can touch me there, finger my anus. I warned her the first time her finger
entered me, but it seems she didn’t get it, because she’s now thrusting her finger
into me like a fucking penis. All I can focus on is the vulnerable part of me being
violated. She lets another man fuck her in front of my eyes when it could have been
me taking her. But, when I fuck another girl, she deems it appropriate to fuck me
in the ass.

Isn’t it the very definition of obnoxious?

Anger blinds my eyes, and I taste blood. I feel my ears turn hot. I lose it. My sense
flies out of my brain, and all I can feel is revenge filling my lungs. I don’t remember
the moments of pulling out of Jennifer or how I end up being on the bed and pushing
my hand against Lindsay’s back. But all I can think of is to make her pay.

“Do you want to know how it feels to be fucked in the ass?” I lean down and scream
to her ear. I see her mouth moving, but my mind doesn’t register any sound. Only the
sound of my ragged breaths. I push her legs apart with my hand and run a finger between
her ass cheeks, just like she did to me a few minutes ago. She doesn’t resist. She
doesn’t move when my finger slips into her hole.

No! A small voice screams in my head. I try to ignore it at first and grab my penis.
It’s throbbing in my hand, more so because of Lindsay’s aggressive teases. She’s woken
the hulk, the monster in me, and now she’ll have to pay. I move farther, sliding my
finger out of her, and press the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. It’s met
with the resistance of her tight ass.

No! Another voice yells, and I start hearing faint sounds. Muffled mumbles of a man.
How? “Calm down, now,” he whispers to my ear over and over again. Suddenly I find
myself in a long-forgotten dream. The room is dark and cold, and large hands hold
me in place. I feel small, weak, and vulnerable.

“Calm down. Calm down.” Who the hell is speaking? An acute pang of fear squeezes my
heart, and I inhale a deep breath.

I shake my head, and just like that the noises vanish and my senses flood back to
me. The darkness disappears. I look down in front of me and see Lindsay crying and
begging, “No,” one after another.

What the fuck? My mind is a blank page. I try to remember the last seconds in vain.
My eyes drop to my cock touching her ass and immediately shame fills my heart.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. I can’t believe I was about to hurt her. What the fuck came
over me? “I’m sorry,” I repeat and get on my feet. She rolls on the bed, her face
chalk white, and her eyes wide with shock. “I’m sorry.” I drop down on my knees and
cover my face with my hands. I was a second away from becoming the monster I always
feared I’d be. What’s wrong with me? Her safety should be my main concern, yet I’ve
become the most dangerous person to her.

Tears wet my hands and sobs shake my body. I cry for what it seems to be forever.
I feel Lindsay’s hand on my shoulder and another on my head. She’s stroking my hair
like a mother would do to her child when he’s wounded. I feel wounded, for coming
close to becoming someone I’ve always despised.

I take her hands between mine, although I have no right to touch her, and press them
against my lips. “I’m a monster,” I whisper, tasting her skin. She pulls her hands
away and wraps them around my neck, pulling me in against her chest. My tears moisten
the smooth skin of her breasts, but she presses me harder against her as if she wants
to engrave my face onto her chest.

“I started it,” she says, and kisses the top of my head. I don’t deserve sympathy.
I deserve punishment. She pulls me up onto the bed and hugs me. Our bodies curl into
each other’s, my head resting on her chest, her legs wrapping around my hips.

I’ve never felt so safe in my life as I feel right now in Lindsay’s embrace. She hums
a lullaby that I’ve never heard of, while I continue to sob. No amount of tears can
wash away the filthiness of my soul. Although I tried to deny it for majority of my
life, I’m the reincarnation of my biological father. A criminal, a bully, a rapist.

We stay there, without moving for long moments. She doesn’t try to change position
although I’m sure her arm and leg beneath my body must be sleeping. I shift and take
her arm into my hand, gently urging her to roll to the other side so I can spoon her
from behind. She gets my cue and moves, wrapping my arms around her chest. I snuggle
against her back and cup her breasts like a bra. She pushes her ass against my groin.
I move back because if I don’t, I will get hard, then who knows what I might do to
her.

She pushes herself further back. Of course she’ll go for what I try to avoid. Doing
the opposite of what I intend has become her trademark.

“Don’t,” I whisper to her ear as a plea.

Rather than listening to my warning, she reaches back with her hand and grips my hip,
pushing me against her, plastering my groin to her ass. The touch of her skin makes
my cock stir.