Ace: Devil’s Nightmare MC

by Bourne, Lena

  The waitress sets down our drinks followed by a bowl of nachos and salsa, eying me with concern. I give her a small smile and pick up my drink. He was right to get me spirits. I need something strong to ground me.

  “Leaving isn’t an option for me,” I say once I realize he’s still waiting for an answer.

  He nods like he understands, but how can he possibly?

  “And you?” I ask and take a sip of my Scotch. It’s like fire going down my raw throat.

  “Are you joining the Sinners?” I add breathlessly.

  I want him to stay, yet I don’t want him to become one of them. But how will he not, if he joins them?

  He picks up his beer and drains at least a third of it in one go.

  “I’ll stick around for awhile, see how it goes,” he says. It sounds like he’s reassuring me, like he’s telling me I got nothing to worry about as long as he’s around. Not what he actually said, but still…

  “And I’m not big on sharing my women,” he adds, leaving me in no doubt that’s how he did actually mean what he said.

  Hearing him say that is like the answer to my unspoken prayers. A guy claiming me and keeping all the others away. A dream come true. One I didn’t even dare dream openly.

  But I’m bad news, I’m tainted. He’s new, he doesn’t know it yet. Horse will let him know, and not in a nice way. I can’t let that happen to him. He’s been too good to me.

  “Horse won’t just let you keep me for yourself,” I tell him in a voice that’s whispery and shaky even though I want it to be strong. “He’s set on punishing me as hard as he can, and he’ll hurt you too, if you get in his way.”

  His lips curl up into a very self-assured grin and his eyes are sharp like a top dog’s, the alpha leader’s. He has no doubt he can beat Horse at anything, anytime. And I believe it too. In my heart.

  I want him to claim me very much, I want him to do it right now. The lust and desire that washes over me is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

  “Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself. Especially with guys like Horse,” he tells me quite unnecessarily. I already knew it. “Besides, I already cleared us getting to know each other better with him.”

  Yes, let’s do that.

  “He’s a slimy, sleazy snake,” I say instead. “His words and promises don’t mean anything. I don’t want you to find yourself at the wrong end of his knife over this.”

  He smiles. “Your concern for me is touching. But how about we stop talking about Horse now?”

  I smile too. “I’d love to.”

  It’s so easy to just look into his eyes and get lost there. Right now, they’re reflecting the candlelight, glowing like a bonfire on the beach, the light chasing away all the darkness in this world. It’s burning bright and exists just to warm me.

  “I’m actually really hungry. You?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

  He nods enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah.”

  So I pick up a nacho chip and dunk it into the salsa without taking my eyes off his. I offer it to him, and shiver all over as his teeth and lips graze my fingers as he takes it. It’s a good shiver, an awakening, cleansing shiver, the first of many, I hope.

  I feed him another chip, and then he feeds me one, and I him again and back and forth like that. The waitress has to clear her throat to make us separate when she brings the main course. Reluctantly, we do.

  It’s so easy to just let go with him, forget all my worries and just do what feels good, just do what I feel like doing. I feel like kissing him, I feel like taking his clothes off, I feel like having him inside me.

  But all that can wait, as it unfortunately must.

  For right now, I feel like watching him eat and smile, I feel like flirting and talking about mundane, non-consequential things with him.

  So that’s what I do for the rest of dinner, what we both do, because it’s easy and natural and right. It’s the way it should be.

  8

  Ace

  I never learned how to temper my desires with cold logic. I either go full desire or full cold logic. This is an example of the former. Plus, I prefer my women on the dangerous side, like bad girls, or ones with jealous exes and such. If I get to fight for a woman and win, she’s all the sweeter to me. The sweetness never lasts, but that’s beside the point now, too logical a thing to consider. The best I can do is acknowledge it.

  Stormi’s the most dangerous of them all.

  Going after her is ridiculous.

  But I’m powerless to stop myself.

  When we finally kissed after we finished eating, her lips tasted of Mexican food, along with that springtime freshness that always hangs in the air around her, and the salt of her tears. Just as I couldn’t get enough of feeding her, and of her feeding me, I couldn’t get enough of her mouth on mine, my tongue in hers, or her deft hands stroking my already maddeningly hard cock through my jeans under the table.

  We took it too far, and I’m sure they would’ve asked us to leave much sooner then they did, were we not the only two customers left.

  Had she not cried against my chest, had I not heard her sad little story from Horse, had she not matched my burning desire and need for her softness so well with her own, I would’ve led her to the bushes outside the restaurant and taken her right then and there, taken all she has to offer. I think she’d have willingly gone and given it to me too, but I also think she’s been used enough.

  Funny how much that mattered to me. Usually it doesn’t, not when the woman is this passionate with me.

  She’s draped across my back now, as we ride back, her breaths deep and steady, her hand lazily stroking my stomach and my chest, every so often dipping down lower to tease my dick too. I’m still throbbing hard for her despite the cool wind hitting my face.

  The wind’s not dispelling her blossoming scent, so the whole experience is more like lying back in the grass on a summer night than riding my bike.

  But the wind and the ride has cooled my head, if not my dick. Cold logic is creeping in.

  Horse wanted her at the bar tonight, and yet I took her away. I might not have planned on a full date with her when I asked her to show me to the Laundromat, but my plan was to keep her away from the bar all night.

  I want her and I don’t share.

  But giving in to my desire is not the way to go now. I should’ve gone with cold logic from the start. Should’ve looked away from the sad pleading in her eyes. Should’ve closed myself off to the animal lust she wakes in me.

  She’s not free. She’s not even free game. She’s far from it.

  And I got a job to do. My family depends on me.

  We’re at the traffic light where we made that fateful right turn earlier this evening, where I veered off the path of cold logic and went directly towards desire, full speed ahead. There are no other cars around as I stop at the red light. The mall looming straight ahead of us is dark and deserted, the night peaceful, empty yet somehow filled with possibility. One I shouldn’t snatch up.

  “I don’t want to go back yet,” she whispers in my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up with the sudden spike in desire and lust her voice, and her offer, also carried. Her hand slides down my stomach and grips my cock, leaving no doubt about what she’s really suggesting. As if I had any doubt?

  “Where to then?” I ask, grinning at her over my shoulder. Giving into this is so much better than worrying. So much better.

  The light’s turned green now, but I need her to give me a direction before I can take off.

  She points down to the left. “Take that road. There’s a beach over there. It’ll be deserted this time of night.”

  I barely make the yellow light before it turns red again. A more cautious man would see it as a sign to stop. But I’m not a cautious man. Never was.

  Danger and lust always lead to the best pleasure. I wasn’t looking for that when I came here, but I found it. It was right there waiting for me. And you never look a gift horse in the mouth.
Plus, I’m sure Stormi’s about to rival the best fuck I’ve ever had. My cold logic is telling me that too, because I’ve never connected with a woman like this before.

  * * *

  Stormi

  He had a blanket packed away in his bulging saddlebags and he thought to bring it on his own. As we approach my hiding spot on the beach, I feel like I’m walking on the ocean waves shining silver in the moonlight to my left. This is the beach I come to alone every chance I get, and it feels like I’m bringing him home, to my true home. A tiny alarm bell is ringing in my mind, warning me I’m trusting him too much, too soon, but I’m ignoring that.

  My secret spot on this beach is surrounded by shrubbery and tall grasses that whisper and hiss in the breeze, gleaming silver like liquid metal, welcoming us in their own way.

  “Here it is, the perfect spot for us,” I announce as we reach it.

  He pulls me to him, wraps me in his arms and kisses me hard and deep. His lips are cold, but the kiss wakes flames inside me, wakes a fire hotter than hell. The flames sear straight through me, igniting lust and desire I forgot how to feel, and taking both to heights I haven’t ever experienced before this moment.

  My heads spinning from it, all my thoughts just a burning ball of need for more of this fire. I get my wish as his lips travel down my neck and across the mounds of my breasts rising over my low-cut tank top. His breath is tickling and hot, and those two sensations are multiplied a million times, inside me and out, as his lips land on that tender spot on my throat, where my heart beats just beneath the skin.

  His hands are under my shirt, hiking it up to free me of it. I help, unhooking my bra in the process, and pulling both off in one motion, gasping as the cool night air hits my erect nipples. It transforms into a whimpering moan as his lips touch first one then the other. He’s not gentle with them, but just rough enough, his lips and his teeth coaxing yet more hardness out of them, creating a lightning bolt of hot pleasure, sending it searing down my center to my pussy. I need him inside me like a beloved thing I’ve lost.

  My shorts and my panties are around my ankles and I didn’t feel them drop. But do I ever feel his fingers on my clit, caressing and teasing, stroking and tapping. Faster and faster until my breath can’t keep the crackling fires building inside me at bay anymore.

  His hot lips over mine stifle my loud moan as he pushes two fingers into my pussy, roughly yet not, hitting that button of pleasure inside me on the first try.

  He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me as he deepens his kiss, sending the flames, the lightning bolts of searing hot pleasure all through me. They turn my legs, my entire body to jelly, until his palm, his fingers, his kiss are the only things keeping me standing. This pleasure’s too much, too hot, it’ll burn me alive, I can’t take it, I can’t stand it, I can’t contain it. I’m shaking, swaying like a blade of grass in the breeze that no longer cools my burning skin, nor my searing need for release, for respite, for joy.

  He keeps pumping his fingers into me, hitting that special button of bliss inside perfectly, his kiss growing hungrier and deeper, ignoring my gasping moans as I struggle for air. When this ends it’ll be over. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want to come yet, I want this to last, I need this fire to warm me for awhile longer before it consumes me.

  I’m rigid, my whole body taut, my breath stuck in my throat as I fight to prolong this flaming, rebirthing bliss.

  Suddenly, I know I don’t have to fight this pleasure he’s giving me. The end will only be the beginning of more. It’s not something to fear. I hear those words of truth as clearly as if someone whispered them in my ear.

  It’s all the permission I need to surrender to the flames I’ve been fighting, to let them consume me, drench me in pleasure so intense I scream with it. The flames burn me, sear me right down to bone, leaving nothing but good behind. I can’t breathe, I can’t even moan anymore, let alone scream, but I’ve never felt better, never more whole, never more alive.

  I’m shivering all over when he pulls his fingers out. He brushes his retreating fingers across my over-sensitized clit, making me whimper and shiver worse. He chuckles at that and I open my eyes. His are two gleaming silver orbs in the moonlight and I could look into them forever.

  “You liked that?” he asks, but it’s more a statement, and I just smile and narrow my eyes at him, nodding because I don’t trust myself to speak yet.

  He knows what I was trying to say. I lean against him enjoying the solid wall that he is, the shelter his arms and his body offer me from the wind. From the world.

  He holds me for awhile, breathing in the scent of my hair.

  Then he peels me away with a groan that starts deep in his chest, and once again kisses me hungrily and deeply, letting me know with no need for words what he desires now. I manage to unbuckle his belt on the first try, then take my lips off his to bite him on the neck before sliding all the way down to my knees, pulling his jeans with me. He stops before I’m even halfway there though, grabs my arm and pulls me back up.

  “I’d prefer your pussy tonight,” he says in a guttural, demanding voice, which sends a jolting pang of desire over my clit.

  I smile and nod, but his eyes and his face are a set mask of pent up desire and need, passion and want.

  He swings me around, one hand hooked around my hip, the other sliding up my back. He grabs my shoulder and guides me to bend over, not gently, but not too roughly either. My shorts and panties are still tangled up around my ankles, and I kick them off so I can offer myself to him fully, give him what we both want and need. Once my legs are spread and my back arched, he wastes no time taking what I’m offering.

  “Oh, wow!” I half shriek, half moan as his thick cock enters me. It’s easily a hundred times wider than his fingers were, and much thicker than the biggest cock I’ve had before. My pussy is pulsing against his throbbing thickness, sending rippling waves of searing pleasure up and down my body, pleasure so blissfully good, I think I’m already orgasming. But I’m not, the best is yet to come.

  He chuckles and it makes his cock vibrate inside me, making me moan again.

  “You can take it, right?” he asks, and there’s no saying anything other then, “Yes, I can,” even though I’m not so sure it’s the truth. But I want it to be.

  He thrusts his cock in deeper, then pulls out all the way, leaving me shaking as the ripples of pleasure became a wave of searing hot bliss. His next thrust takes my vision, on the third, his hands on my hips are the only thing preventing me from collapsing.

  Each time he pulls out, I feel as empty as this beach we’re on. Each time he fills me brings more pleasure I’ve ever felt at any one time.

  “More, please,” I here myself beg.

  “More?” he asks, grabbing my hips more securely.

  “And harder,” I add, smiling at him over my shoulder.

  But my smile is erased by a loud moan as he bucks his cock into me, deeper than before, igniting pleasure spots inside me that have never been touched.

  He pulls out, then starts thrusting it to me faster and faster, giving me exactly what I begged for. Soon, I forget to think, forget to breathe, forget everything but this pleasure, this bliss, this orgasmic heaven he’s offering me.

  It’s too much, the fire of pleasure too bright, too searing.

  He keeps on thrusting, keeps on spearing me with his thick throbbing cock, keeps on filling me with pleasure I didn’t know could be. Pleasure that’s too much, too soon, too fast.

  I can’t feel the ground beneath my feet, can’t feel my legs, all I feel are his strong hands on my hips, and his huge cock causing echoing explosions of pleasure and bliss in my pussy, my stomach, my chest, everywhere.

  One of his hands slides across my breasts to my neck, and even in the midst of this fiery pleasure he’s giving me I know a movement of sharp fear as his fingers wrap around my throat. But it’s not a choking hold, not entirely, just enough of one to pull my lips up to his, so he can kiss me again. I
surrender to it willingly, arching my back obediently so his thrusting cock can enter me deeper and better. The fear I felt a moment ago melts into the searing, swirling river of flaming bliss, mixes with it, brings it to even higher heights. Heights impossible to climb.

  So I cease trying, let go and fall back into the flames, let them swallow me, consume me, take me under and keep me.

  “Yes, just like that,” I hear myself moan, as his lips find that tender spot on my neck. “Make me come, please make me come.”

  He keeps thrusting into me, going deeper and faster, and I know he’s as close as I am.

  I’ve never surrendered to a man like this.

  And I’ve never had an orgasm this heavenly, this perfect, this everything before.

  It starts in my pussy, but extends outwards into my belly, my nipples, my neck, my lips, I feel it everywhere, from my head to my toes, in my blood, my bones, in all my muscles, even in the breaths leaving my body.

  I’m shivering like a twig in a downpour once its fires finally die down.

  “So, how was that?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. He’s standing in front of me, and I don’t remember us parting. He’s holding me steady, and I think he knows I’d collapse if he let me go.

  “Good,” I whisper while nodding, but that won’t do. I smile up at him. “That was the best.”

  Even that doesn’t even come close to being the right answer.

  “Yeah, it was.”

  He chuckles as he helps me to lay down on the blanket he also unfolded at one point, while I lost contact with the world. I’m still shivering slightly as he lays down next to me and wraps his arms around me. I’m not actually cold. But I don’t tell him that, because I like having his arms wrapped around me very much.

  * * *

  My teeth chattering from the cold wake me. Ace’s arms are still wrapped tightly around me, but it’s that darkest and coldest time of night, the time right before dawn, and it’s freezing. It doesn’t seem to bother him though, he goes on sleeping even after I extricate myself from his arms to sit beside him.