Authors: Andria Large
"Thanks,
Ace," she says softly.
I
nod. "Anytime."
She
sighs and lies back down, this time turning on her side to face me. I reach
over and pull her closer so I can hug her. She chuckles and wraps her arms
around me. I tangle my legs around hers as I nuzzle my face into the crook of
her neck. She giggles and squirms.
"Ace,
your goatee is tickling me." She laughs.
"Oh,
you think that is tickling you?" I say, my voice muffled by her neck.
"Don't
you dare!" she squeals.
But
it's too late. I start tickling her sides. She screams and squirms and fights
to get away. I tickle her until she's gasping for breath. I realize then that
I'm on top of her with my cock – which is hard, by the way - wedged
snuggly between her legs. Who knew tickling a woman could be such a turn on? She's
panting beneath me, her hands are clutching my sides. I grind against her,
testing the waters. Her eyes flip up to mine. I can see that she wants me, but
she's hesitant.
Before
she can do or say anything, I swoop down and capture her lips. She moans softly
and parts her lips for me. I take what she is offering and deepen the kiss,
tangling my hands in her hair and rocking my hips. I want to be inside of her
again, badly. Nicole's hands glide up my back to clutch my shoulders, her legs winding
around the backs of my thighs. I drag my mouth down to her neck as I glide one
hand down from her hair to her breast. Her boobs are not huge but they're not
small either. They are perfect.
"Ace,
we really shouldn't," she breathes halfheartedly.
"Why
not? Everyone thinks we are anyway," I mutter against her neck.
I
find her mouth again, this time teasing her by nipping at her bottom lip before
soothing it with my tongue. Her breath catches and her back arches up. She
wants me. There's no doubt about that. I rear back and yank her shirt over her
head then make quick work of her bra. Damn, she's gorgeous. I don't remember
her being
this
beautiful, but that's
probably because I was hammered.
I
skim my hands up her sides to her tits. I cup them both before bending over and
pulling one nipple into my mouth. Nicole gasps and whimpers as I suck hard on
her little bud. I switch to the other one, doing the same. She pants and claws
at the sheets.
"Ace,"
she whines.
I
lift just my eyes. "Yes?"
"Don't
tease me," she rasps.
"But
it's so fun," I growl, biting down lightly on her nipple.
She
cries out, her head coming up to glare at me. I chuckle. She then shoves me off
her and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. She tears my shirt off and tosses
it over her shoulder, raking her nails down over my chest, her nails catching
on the barbells in my nipples. I hiss as they tug.
"I
didn't realize your nipples were pierced," she says in shock.
"You
were kinda plastered the last time we were together." I snicker.
"Shut
up." She grunts, plucking a barbell.
I
growl. My nipples have always been sensitive, that's why I got them pierced; the
barbells just make them all the more sensitive. I absolutely love when women
use their mouths on them. A devilish grin curls Nicole's lips. Yes! Fucking do
it!
She
bends over and flicks her tongue over one nipple and I suck in a sharp breath as
pleasure shoots through me. Nicole shifts so that she's lying on me instead of
sitting. Her lips close over one barbell and I groan. I can feel her luscious
breasts pressed against my stomach. I want to take control again, but I want
her playing with my nipples some more first. She bites down gently and I almost
shoot off the bed. I let out a vicious curse.
"Sensitive
much?" she teases.
"Shut
the fuck up and do it again," I bark.
She
giggles and does the same to the other one. I grit my teeth and fist her hair,
holding her to me. Fuck, I don't want her to stop. She's been the only woman so
far brave enough to give me what I want. Other girls were always too afraid to
hurt me, but I want to be bitten and sucked hard, dammit. Nicole is giving that
to me. While she's working over one of my nipples, she undoes my jeans and
slips a hand inside my underwear. Her soft hand grasps my aching cock.
"Fuck,
woman!" I cry out, my hips bucking against her hand.
I
can't take it anymore. I let go of her hair and shove my jeans and underwear
off.
They need to come off. Next, I
grab her, toss her onto the bed next to me, and yank off her jeans and
underwear.
"Please
tell me you have condoms," I say, almost frantically.
Nicole
opens the drawer to the nightstand and pulls one out. I snatch it out of her
hand and tear it open. I roll it on then grab her again and pull her onto my
lap. She comes willingly, which lets me know that she wants this as much as I
do. I'm still sitting up as I get her situated on my lap. I wrap an arm around
her waist while I use the other to guide myself into her little slice of
heaven. She wraps her arms around my neck as she slowly lowers herself down
onto me. Her lips capture mine as she fully seats herself. We both moan into
each other's mouths and cling to each other for dear life.
I
grab her hips and help her as she rolls them, grinding against me. Her hands
clutch the hair at the back of my head as her forehead presses against mine. Her
tits smash against my chest, her nipples rubbing and catching against mine.
It's fucking amazing. Sober sex is so much better than drunk sex.
I
wrap my arms around her waist and hold her to me as I change our position. I
move so that she is on her back. Without ever leaving her warm, tight core, I
toss her legs over my shoulders and grab her hips again. I thrust hard and
fast. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as her hands clutch my wrists.
A
strangled cry escapes her as I feel her core convulse around me. I tighten my
grip on her hips and slam into her harder, faster. My orgasm hits me and I
shout as I shove deep inside of her and stay there, my ability to stay upright
failing me. I let her legs slide off my shoulders so that I can collapse on top
of her, tucking my face in her neck as we both try to catch our breaths.
That
was absolutely out of this fucking world. I slowly push up to my elbows so that
I can look down at her. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. She looks
sated and relaxed. Her hair is a mess and a couple of sweaty strands are stuck
to her forehead. I smooth them away before leaning in to kiss her swollen lips.
She sighs contently and kisses me back. God, the things I'm feeling for her are
nothing I've ever felt before for any other woman. I'm not sure what to do
about it. I think a call to my grandmother is in order. She always gives me the
best advice. Cupping Nicole's face, I brush my thumb over her bottom lip before
tenderly kissing her again.
~Nicole~
It's
the first concert of the tour and I am seriously nervous. I've never danced on
stage in front of this big of a crowd before. The past two weeks have flown by.
They were jammed packed with dance rehearsals, even on the weekends. Kara
worked us until we could do these dances in our sleep. Ace and I haven't had a
chance to do any of the public dates just yet, but he said that once we get on
the road, we should get a night or two to go out to dinner or something.
I'm
already dressed in my outfit, which pretty much consists of black short shorts,
black fishnets, and a black corset type top that has my boobs almost shoved up
to my chin. Thank god for that glue shit that the beauty pageant girls use to
keep their bikini bottoms from riding up their asses; with that stuff on, my
boobs are staying inside my shirt. The shoes we're wearing for the first few
songs are black high tops, which are much easier to dance in than heels. We
have about five costume changes throughout the show and we have to wear heels
twice, ugh!
All
of us dancers make our way to the side of the stage where we will be entering. Hillary
is right in front of me in the line, and I don't like it, but I don’t have much
say in the matter.
She's tripped me
up a few times in practice and I swear to god, if she does it for the live
show, I'm gonna kick her ass.
The
music starts and the guys come trotting up next to us. Ace is pumped. He's jumping
up and down, ready to go. He looks sexy as all get out, wearing a black wife
beater and black tactical pants which are tucked into a pair of black combat
boots. Like I said, sexy. He already has his mic hooked up. It's the headset
kind since they do a decent amount of dancing and need their hands free.
He
glances at me and grins brightly. He comes over to me, grabs the back of my
neck and smashes his lips against mine. When he pulls back, I'm breathless and
he's still smiling.
"What
was that for?" I gasp.
"Good
luck." He smirks and winks at me. "You look hot by the way."
I
grin. "Back atcha." I chuckle.
He
pretends to flip his hair over his shoulder before he snaps his fingers and
catwalks back over to the rest of the guys. I can't help but laugh. I think maybe
the little bit of time that he spent with Sebastian has rubbed off on him. He
glances back at me and laughs.
Then
it's show time. The lights go out and the crowd screams bloody murder. We all
head up on stage and get into position. The lights come on, pyrotechnics go
off, the crowd is going crazy, and the music starts. I've never seen anything
like it in my life. And damn, Ace is standing in front of me, his arms spread
out, his head back, just soaking it all in – the exact moment I realize
that I'm falling in love with him.
Dammit,
how did I let this happen? I mean, in the last couple of weeks we've been kinda
hanging out during breaks and even sometimes at night. All right fine, we're
still sleeping together, but it's nothing serious, we're not in a
real
relationship. We're more like
friends with benefits at the moment. He's incredible in bed; the only guy ever able
to give me orgasms through just penetrative sex. Why would I
not
want to keep having sex with him? It
has been some of the best sex of my life! I'm not willing to give it up yet,
even if I am falling in love with him. That will be my little secret, and I
will deal with it when I have to.
The
crowd roars when the guys start singing. Adrenaline shoots through me as I
start dancing and everything just pours out of me. I don't even have to think
about it, it just happens. I can't help the smile that takes over my face,
either. This is my dream, this is what I've always wanted to do, and now it's
happening and I couldn't be happier. Ace turns as he sings to walk toward a
different part of the stage and his eyes meet mine for a quick second and I can
tell that he's having the time of his life. He grins adoringly at me and winks
as he starts toward the other end of the stage. Yup, I am totally falling for
that man.
Throughout
the show, Hillary bumps into me here and there. There really is no reason for
her to do it, she has plenty of room to get around me when we switch positions,
so
I'm positive that she's doing it intentionally. I
try to ignore her but it is really starting to piss me the fuck off.
We
are nearing the end of the show. I'm now in high heeled ankle boots and a mini
skirt with yet another corset top. Whoever picked out these costumes must have
never been a dancer because these things are ridiculous to dance in. Ace keeps
shooting me heated looks, though, which I find pretty funny. I have a feeling
the sex tonight is going to be explosive.
I'm
over by the edge of the stage, pumping up the crowd - like we were told to do
from time to time – when I get bumped hard from behind. There really is
no choice here, I'm going over. My arms start pin wheeling as I try in vain to
stay on the stage. It's at least a ten-foot drop and I will more than likely
break an ankle, if not more than that.
Just
as I think I'm about to fall, a strong arm wraps around my middle and hauls me
away from the edge. The tattoos let me know that it's Ace. Thank fucking god! I
seriously thought I was done for. The guys have switched to handheld mics, so
he's able to put it down by his side and talk to me.
"Jesus,
are you okay?" he says loudly next to my ear.
It's
so loud in here that I put earplugs in during the first costume change. He also
has earpieces in but his does more than block out sound. I spin around and see
that he's livid. I glance off to the right to see Hillary watching us. The look
of disappointment on her face proves that she's the one who bumped me and she
did it on purpose.
"It
was her, wasn't it?" I ask him quickly.
"Yeah,"
he snaps before he has to start singing his part of the song.
He
gives me arm a squeeze before heading back toward the front of the stage. I
also have to get back to my position. This thing with Hillary isn't over yet
and that bitch is going to pay for what she did. She could have ruined my whole
career with what she tried to do.
We
all rush off stage after the encore and start back toward the dressing rooms. All
of the dancers - including myself - are a few feet ahead of Renegade as we walk
down the long hall. Hillary is in front of me and I'm just dying to smash her
in the face. She turns around and starts walking backwards in front of me, a
smug little smirk on her pig face.
"You
almost took a nasty fall there, Nicole.
Would have been a shame for you to have
gotten hurt," she says with a snarky attitude.
"Oh
really? It would have been a shame? You fucking pushed me you stupid
cunt!" I shout at her.
She
stops walking. She raises an eyebrow and props her hands on her hips. The other
dancers stop also, wanting to see what is going to happen next, I'm sure.
"And
you knocked into me multiple times on stage. This shit stops now. Whatever your
issue is, you need to get over it," I snap, stepping into her space.
"I
told you to stay away from him," she hisses.
I
laugh bitterly. "Bitch, he doesn't want you! You slept with him once,
years ago! You have no claim to him at all. You need to get this through your
thick skull: He. Does. Not. Want. You."
Her
eyes flash angrily. "Yeah, well, he doesn't want you either. He only slept
with you because you were drunk and willing."
"Yeah,
okay, that's why he's been in my bed almost every night since then; but, yeah,
you're probably right, he doesn't want me," I say flippantly.
"Liar!"
she screams and shoves me.
"You
know what? I'm fucking done with you and your shit! You do not touch me!"
I bark.
I
shove her back, hard, making her stumble back and bump into the other female
dancers. Hillary gasps in outrage and comes at me. I sock her right in the
face. She cries out in pain and anger and grabs my hair as she starts to fall
to the ground. I have no choice but to follow since she’s still holding onto my
hair, fighting like the bitch that she is. I land on top of her, which is great
for me, and I start wailing on her face. I hear shouting in the distance, but
I'm kind of not paying attention to anything other than kicking the shit out of
this twat. Her arms are flailing as she tries to hit me back; with a lucky
shot, her nails catch my neck and rake down. I cry out at the stinging pain.
Again,
a strong arm grabs me around the waist and hauls me back. He has to stop,
though, because the bitch still has my hair. Someone else intervenes and gets
her to let go. I struggle against the arms that are holding me. I'm not done
with her yet. I want to keep hitting her.
"Let
me go!" I grunt.
"Calm
down, Nicole!" Ace barks.
"What
the hell is going on here?" Lizette's voice says from somewhere.
Ace
sets me on my feet and spins me around to face him. He brushes the hair out of
my face before taking my chin in his hand and turning my head to the side. I
can see all of the guys now hovering around, ready to jump in if
necessary.
"You're
bleeding," he mutters.
"Bitch
fucking scratched me," I spit.
"Someone
better explain to me right now why you two were fighting! Nicole?" Lizette
demands.
I
turn as much as Ace will let me and glance at Lizette out of the corner of my
eye. I wince as he presses a towel against my neck, shit stings.
"She
almost knocked me the hell off the stage then she fucking got in my face and
shoved me!" I snap and point at Hillary.
"I
saw it, Lizette.
Hillary purposely
knocked into Nicole during the last number. She could have been seriously
injured had I not been able to grab her before she went over," Ace says
evenly.
I
turn back toward him. His expression is closed off so I can't tell what he's
thinking. I know he's pissed, that much I can tell just by the way he's
talking.
"What?
Why the hell would you do that?" Lizette asks Hillary, who is being helped
off the floor by her friend. Her face is already starting to bruise.
"I
didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident," Hillary scoffs.
"Bullshit!"
Ace bites out.
"Enough!"
Lizette barks. "Ace, get Nicole out of here. And Hillary, if something
like this ever happens again, you will be fired," she says seriously.
Still
holding the towel to my neck, Ace puts his other arm around my shoulder and
walks me the rest of the way to the dressing rooms. There is one for the female
dancers and a separate one for the male dancers. Renegade has their own. Alex
is standing by Renegade's dressing room with all of the other bodyguards.
"Go
get changed," Ace says to me before turning to Alex. "Don't let any
of the other women in there with her. When she comes out, bring her to
me."
Alex's
brows furrow in confusion but he nods in agreement. "You got it."
~Ace~
"Damn,
she got you good," I say to Nicole as I turn on the shower in the hotel
bathroom.
We're
staying the night then we are back on the bus in the morning. I made Nicole
come back to my room with me. I just need her close now. My heart nearly
stopped in my chest when I saw her teetering on the edge of the stage about to
fall off. I don't know how I got to her in time. I was toward the middle of the
stage when I glanced over and saw Hillary brush by her. I ran to get to her.
Thank god I did because she would have gotten seriously hurt.
Nicole
is standing in front of the sink, looking in the mirror at the scratches that
run down her neck. There are four lines starting from under her ear and going
almost all the way to her collarbone.
"Who
knows what kind of disease she gave me," Nicole muses, lightly touching
one of the scratches. They finally stopped bleeding.