Lisa’s skin tingled with tiny electric sparks. Who did he think he was? Suddenly, everything made sense. The creaking of the door she’d thought she heard after Michel had blindfolded her. The whispers. The scratching of his dreads on her thighs. Michel’s smooth hair wouldn’t have abraded her skin.
“Where’s Michel?”
Ace disposed of the condom, and Lisa tried not to look at his beautiful and still hard cock. He hadn’t climaxed yet.
“He drove a hard bargain, but I convinced him to let me be the one to pleasure you tonight.”
“Hard bargain? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Seems he wanted very much to lick your sweet pussy. But I assured him I was the better man for the job.”
Again, she wished for a hole to swallow her up. This was madness. “You… You fucked me. And I… I…”
“As I recall, you begged me to.”
“I didn’t know it was you.”
“So you’d rather have fucked Michel, then?”
“No!” She stood and wrapped a sheet around herself. “I didn’t want to fuck anyone. I wasn’t thinking. I was fantasizing about…”
“About me.”
“I don’t even know you.” She raked her fingers through her tangled hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I know better than this. I’m always safe.”
“Not to worry, love. I’m clean. And I wore a boot.”
“I’m sure your—” She swiveled her head. “A boot?”
“A shoe. You know, a condom.”
She rolled her eyes. “More Jamaican English?”
“Yah.” His smile was pure sin. He stood, still naked, still erect. Still…huge. His cock, brown and massive, sprang from jet curls. A beautiful sight.
She sighed.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, Lisa. Since I bound you this morning. You have no idea how beautiful you looked. Your breasts, ripe as two melons, with sweet red nipples beggin’ to be plucked. And your pink pussy. Seeping, Lisa. You were seeping as you lay there, at my mercy. I could smell your honey, your musk. I wanted to shove my tongue in you, my fingers, my cock. God, I wanted you. And then, when you asked me to have a drink, and I had to say no…” He shifted his gaze from her for a moment and then settled his chocolate eyes on her face again. “I considered it. I almost thought it was worth losin’ my job for.”
“To have a drink with me?”
“God, yes, sweet. When you walked in tonight and came to my table, I could hardly spin that stupid little ball. I had such a ragin’ hard-on. Then you went to the back table to cash in your chips, and I couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else. So I found Michel and made a deal.”
“You did, huh?”
He nodded, his eyes gleaming. “But suckin’ your pussy made it worse. I got harder and harder, and when you told me to fuck you, I lost control. But it was amazin’.” He closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, they seemed even darker. “I want to finish what we started. I want to fuck you. Hard and fast. Then slow and sensual. I want my cock in your mouth, your pussy. I want to fuck you everywhere I can.”
Lisa shuddered as Ace took her hand in his. The stark contrast of her pale skin to his chocolate mesmerized her. So beautiful. He led her hand to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. She gulped. It pulsed with rhythm. For her. She wanted to taste it, suck it, shove it deep into her body.
But he’d tricked her. He’d made a fool of her. She drew her hand away. “Ace, I can’t do this. I…” She sighed, paced a few steps, and sat down in an empty chair. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you. I am.”
His handsome face lit up. “Then what’s the problem?”
“This is.” She gestured to the room. “You are. I am. This whole situation. You tricked me.”
He sat down next to her on the bed. “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”
“I thought you were Michel.”