Ace's Key: Book 1 (5 page)

Chapter Ten

Mia

After avoiding everything and everyone on New Year’s Eve, I
spent the holiday listening to the news in the background, while I created an
account on the local Meetup. I’d heard folks at the office use it for various
get-togethers.

Photography of architecture was a big hobby of mine. I found
Meetup had a group for inspiring photographers, and I signed up for a few
classes. It was a welcome change.

But as hard as I tried, I couldn’t erase the feel of Ace’s skin
on mine or the feeling of emptiness without his cock in me. I wore out my
vibrator, trying to achieve even the simplest of orgasms to no avail.
Frustrated, I went for a run. When I returned, I saw the furniture delivery guy
leaving my building with that just-been-fucked look. He didn’t notice me, but I
watched as he retrieved his car from the valet and was shocked to see him leave
in a Range Rover.

Unable to keep a smile from crossing my face, I rang Ashley’s
bell.

“Good morning,” she mused with that same just-been-fucked look.

“Well, make that afternoon, honey.”

“What. Time. Is. It?” she pouted.

“Almost two o’clock. You two been at it this whole time?” I
teased her.

Her eyes opened wider and looked as though they were going to
explode from her face. “I, uh…what…um…what are you talking about?”

“I just saw him leave. How was it?”

“We didn’t have sex.”

“Really? You trying to hold back from me? I think maybe he’s
still panting while waiting on his car at valet. Let me go ask him.”

“
Stop!
Don’t you dare.” She laughed. “Okay, we didn’t do
the deed, but we did play around, and he spent the night.”

“Define ‘play-around’,” I uttered through laughter.

“He went down on me several times, and it was so hot, so
freakin’ amazing.”

“And what did Mr. Hotandamazing get in return?”

“Two fabulous blow jobs. I’m learning that I like this stuff.”
She grinned.

We discussed the evening, and she told me Claire and Mason had
a great night as well, according to the text she’d received. I hadn’t heard
from anyone, so I knew I’d gone to the top of Claire’s shit list. I needed to
rectify it. Just as I had forced her to get over Nick, she was trying to force
me to come to terms with Ace, and as painful as it was to think about, she was
right. Either see him or move on.

That was what the photography was about…an opportunity to move
on, meet new people, and do fun things.

“Hey, get a shower. Dinner at my place tonight. I’m going to
run to Eatzi’s. We can carb-out on pasta and wine. Sound good?”

“Delish, I’ll let Claire know.”

“You know what, let me do that. I owe her an apology anyway for
last night. See you at seven-ish.”

I showered and headed to Eatzi’s, a local Italian market. I
hadn’t been gone long when Claire finally decided to call me back. Seemed she
and Mason hadn’t called it a night and were still together. She agreed to come
to dinner, and apparently, her sex-filled night made her forget she was mad at
me.

I had my basket full to the brim with fresh bread, pasta, and
all the trimmings, including Tiramisu. With the addition of two bottles of my favorite
wine, my arms overflowed.

“Do you need some help with that?” A deep, accented voice
emitted from behind me.

Immediately, I recognized the accent and turned to see the
gorgeous, familiar face behind the voice.

“Hi, beautiful,” he whispered.

“Um, hi back at ya.”

Our eyes danced and held the other’s, while the lady behind the
register coughed.

“We’re holding up the line,” I stammered out.

“Looks like you’re having a party?” he asked.

“Dinner with my girlfriends.” I noticed he was holding several
large packages of what looked to be flour. “And you?”

“Running short of specialty flour for our bread that we’ll need
for tomorrow.”

“That bread is nothing short of fabulous. Have to have flour.”
I winked.

He smiled.

I paid for my purchases and started to walk out when he
surprised me by grabbing my hand. “Don’t go. I wanted to talk to you. Do you
have a few minutes?”

I nodded.

When he’d paid for the flour, we walked outside the store. I’d
parked right in front with “princess parking”, so I put the bags in my car.

“I was hoping I could see you again,” he said, while squinting
in the sun. He turned and propped on my car to get the light out of his eyes.

“Look, Lucas, I know you don’t do relationships, but I can’t do
casual. I’m afraid we need to leave it as what it was…a beautiful night.”

“I’m not ready to stop this. Something happened. I can’t stop
feeling you on my skin. You’re all I’ve thought about.” He touched my face with
his free hand. “Please come with me.”

“I can’t. My friends are coming for dinner. I’ve not been a
good friend lately. I can’t back out. I’m sorry.”

“Then, invite me,” he whispered against my lips.

When he kissed me, I forgot where I was or even that I was in
public. His touch drove me insane. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled
our bodies close. My flesh crawled, trying to be covered by him, and my sex
clenched, wanting to be filled with his delicious energy.

I broke the kiss long enough to ask him to dinner.

“I’m following you home. I’ll help you cook.”

“Okay,” was all I could muster.

On the way back to my place, I called to ask Ashley and Claire
to bring their “plus-ones” and we’d make it a group date. Seemed they’d all
spoke with Lucas the night before and had a great time with him…without me.

I made a conscious decision to explore our togetherness, or
whatever label could be placed on it, by taking it one moment at a time. Lucas
said he didn’t do relationships…but that was before he met me.

Chapter Eleven

“Do you have a big glass bowl? I need to proof the bread.”

“You’re making your special bread here tonight?”

“Don’t look so surprised. I know what you like.”

“So, you’re trying to get into my panties with the bread?”

“I think it worked the last time, or was it the wine?” He
winked before he pulled me into a vigorous kiss.

His presence alone made me hot and bothered, but his kiss sent
me to the edge. I couldn’t wait to be him again. I walked us towards my
bedroom, our contact uninterrupted.

When he got to the edge of the bed, I fell backwards, pulling
him down with me in a giggle. “I want this. I want you.”

“We can’t.” His voice was strangled, his jaw clenched. He
pulled away from me and sat on the edge of the bed.

I froze in horror, unsure of what had happened to change his
mind.

“I don’t have a condom.” He rubbed his temple, then ran his
hand through his hair.

“I’m on the pill. I never miss. You want to check my pack?”

He shook his head. When his eyes met mine, he studied me hard,
leaving the four chambers of my heart to play ping pong. The folds between my
legs became a creamy playground, and my nipples were so hard and tight they
ached. I needed him more than ever.

“I’m fucking crazed with you.” He quickly grabbed my face in
his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth before ripping my clothes from my
body. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” I whispered against his neck.

The stubble on his chin tickled and aroused my sensitive cleft.
With a few licks from his tongue, I bucked in response to a crazy-good climax.

“You’re delicious,” I moaned.

“Turn over, baby.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock on my slick clit before grabbing
my hip with his hand. Slowly, he eased into me, stretching my pussy to
accommodate his girth.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he uttered.

“Fuck me hard,” I begged, watching him from the mirror on my
dresser.

His cock pounded into my tight channel, making noises as his
sac slapped against me. He rode me hard and moaned before pulling out and
spraying cum on my back. It was so fucking erotic, when he saw me watching us
in the mirror above my dresser.

“You like watching?”

“I didn’t know I did, but yes…yes, I do.”

We cuddled for a few minutes before I realized the time. I flew
off the bed and grabbed a quick shower, while he made the bread. Then he
grabbed a shower before everyone began to show up.

My apartment was abuzz with company. What was nice was that we
were all three newly-formed “couples” of some degree, so we were all on a
mutually equal playing field.

“This bread is going to kill my thighs,” Ashley teased.

“I’ll work it off you, baby,” Sean answered, stroking her
cheek.

“Oh, would that be a private lesson perhaps?” Claire asked.

“Stop teasing, Claire.” Ashley pouted.

Lucas sat down on the sofa and pulled me into his lap. He held
me close to him in a protective, coupling way. I could feel the stiffness of
his erection under my ass. I loved that I turned him on so easily. Maybe that’s
why he’d pulled me close, he was using me to cover his arousal.

We were all having a great time hanging out and things got a
little wild when we started playing Jenga. I seriously did not have steady
hands. I sent the damn thing crashing more than once. The more I drank the
worse it got, and I became the subject of comic fodder.

Curiously, I thought everyone was going to end up in the
building. Mason and Claire went to his apartment on the eighteenth floor, and
Ashley and Sean were headed to her place. After everyone disappeared, I was
curious how the night was going to end with Lucas and me or if it was. All I
knew was I didn’t want it to.

When Lucas started cleaning up, I wondered if he’d run out the
door the minute everything was put away.

“I’m not ready for the night to end. May I stay?” he asked
between kisses.

“You don’t have to ask.”

He picked me up and carried me to the sofa, sitting down so I
was in his lap. “Tonight was fun with your friends. It’s been a very long time
since I’ve done something like that.”

“Hmmm,” I mumbled against his jaw. I trailed kisses down his
neck and nibbled at his shoulder. I felt the stiffness of his cock beneath me
as I straddled him. Slowly, he peeled off my t-shirt and bra and started paying
sweet attention to my breast.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled between biting and sucking each
reddened bud. “I want to fuck these.”

He slid me off his lap and removed all of his clothes before
removing the rest of mine. He went to the bathroom and returned with lotion.
With several pumps of the almond and shea butter lotion in his hand, he stroked
his cock then rubbed some of it on my breasts.

“Push your breasts around my cock, baby.”

I did as he asked. I thought I’d do just about anything when he
called me baby. Each time his cock thrust between my breasts, I saw the head
come really close to my lips. I decided to lick at the head of his cock,
teasing him.

“That is so fucking hot, baby. Yes, God, yes.”

His feral moan of climax roared through my body as cum splashed
across my lips, neck, and breasts. With my thumb, I wiped my lips, licking it
off.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby. I’m gonna fuck you hard.” He
grabbed my hand and yanked me towards my bedroom, bypassing the bed and going
straight to the bathroom. When he turned on the shower, I simply watched him.
With his hands on either side of my neck, he used his thumbs to tilt my face up
to his. “I’ve done nothing but crave you since the minute you left my bed. Why
didn’t you answer my text last week?”

“You said you couldn’t do relationships. I thought I wanted
more. Right now, I just want to be with you and enjoy the best sex I’ve ever
had and real orgasms, unlike anything my vibrator can give me.”

“I wished you’d have called me back. I had to make a quick trip
to Italy and was hoping you’d go with me.”

“I’m here now.”

As he held me to his chest, I couldn’t help but notice our
reflection in the mirror again. I saw a glimmer of pain on his face. Maybe he
was trying to hide his feelings, maybe he was finally admitting to himself he
needed more, or maybe he’d had enough to think about for the evening. Whatever
it was, I hoped eventually I’d be able to change his mind.

When the water was warm, he led me under the stream and washed
my hair. Then he bathed me. After we’d washed each other, he slid his hand down
to my cleft and palmed me. The friction felt good, but it was going to take
more than that for me to come. “Make me come, babe. I need more.”

He fucked me with his fingers before he slid down my body and
nibbled on my clit. God, it was hot to see him kneeling between my thighs.

“Where’s your vibrator?”

“Bottom drawer of nightstand on the left. Why?”

“I may use it on you later.”

After we were dry and warm, I blow-dried my hair while he
propped up on the counter wrapped in a towel and talked to me. It was the first
time he’d been this talkative, and I didn’t want him to stop.

“I have a married, younger brother with a little girl who is
three. She is so cute.”

“Isn’t it difficult to be so far away from your family?”

“It was harder being there.” His face grew solemn. He walked
into the bedroom and got into bed, playing with my iPad that I’d left lying on
my nightstand.

Damn. If only I’d kept my mouth shut. I wanted to know what he
was running from. What was it in Italy he didn’t want to talk about or want me
to know? I tried hard to change the subject and hide my disappointment.

My white silk nightie was hanging behind the door. I slipped it
on and instantly made a mental note to go shopping for more lingerie. When I
walked past the bed, Lucas pulled at my hand.

“Where ya headed?”

“To get some water. You want some?”

“Love some with ice.”

I thought Europeans didn’t like ice, I quietly questioned. I
filled up two glasses and came back to bed on his side, which was normally my
side, and sat beside him.

He twisted the hem of my fabric between his finger and thumb,
as he stared at my breast area, which was covered in sheer lace, for several
seconds before he lifted his eyes to mine. “What are you doing to me? I can’t
get enough of you.”

He threw back the covers and pulled me to his lap. With his
lips on mine, he sucked and nibbled before teasing me with his tongue. We
kissed sweetly before his tongue finally invaded my mouth. When he pulled away,
I was gasping for breath and in a dreamy fog.

I was sure we would, and more than ready to, make love again.
Instead, he turned off the lamp and pulled me close to his chest. There was
clearly something on his mind, but Lucas wasn’t giving in to speaking about it,
and I clearly didn’t want to ask.

His breathing was deep and rhythmic, and I gave him the space
he seemed to need. He was beside me, and that was all that mattered.