"Only you could sound so condescending during sex," I grumbled against his neck before shifting upward, catching his strange red-flecked eyes for a moment before sealing my lips over his. But this time I was in control. It was slower, deeper, less demanding, giving my brain a chance to recover from the back-to-back orgasms enough for me to think straight.
My hands slid down his chest, drawing up his shirt, lips slipping from his to pull off his shirt.
I wasn't, as a whole, someone who liked to rush. And after two solid orgasms, I felt a little more level-headed. Enough that I knew I wanted a chance to explore his body, maybe even torment him a little bit.
I took my time, running my fingers over his chest, around his nipples, down into the indents of his abdominal muscles, feeling them tense under my inspection.
Slowly, I slid off his lap, slipping between his thighs on the floor, my hands running from his knees and upward before moving inward, feeling the hard length of him straining against his pants.
A rumbling noise moved through him, a sound that made my sex clench hard, as I drew down the waistband of his pants, freeing him, feeling an aching hollowness between my thighs, needing to remind myself that we would get there, that I didn't want to rush it.
My gaze found and held his as I moved forward, running my tongue over the head of his cock, watching his lips fall open, his breath catch in his chest.
I didn't need any more encouragement than that.
Ducking my head, I slipped him inside my mouth, taking him deep as my hand curled around the base of him, stroking as I sucked, feeling him get harder and bigger still as I worked him.
Ace's hand slammed on the back of my head, fingertips curling into my skull. His hips started to thrust upward as I slipped down, making me take him deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, no," he growled, hips settling, fingers grabbing a clump of my hair and yanking until his cock slid out of my mouth. When I glanced up at him, his eyes looked redder than ever, almost like they were glowing.
His breathing was hard and fast, and I found myself oddly transfixed with the rise and fall of his chest for a moment while he tried to pull himself together.
"Get up here," he demanded, patting his thigh, making need pierce through me as I pushed up, and went to move over him. "What?" he asked when I paused, stiffened.
"Condom," I grumbled, annoyed for there to be any delay in getting him inside me. But also not stupid enough to have unprotected sex with a near-stranger.
A grunt escaped Ace as he grabbed my ass, pulling me tightly against him, then knifed up, getting to his feet, waiting for my legs to wrap around his hips, my arms to encircle his neck. His hands sank in, dragging my cleft along his hard length even as he started moving across the room.
It wasn't until he bent forward that I realized two things.
One, he was going in the nightstand for a condom.
Two, we were still in Red's room.
"Ace," I whined in his ear as he turned to walk back to the couch. "We can't."
"We can," he countered, dragging me against him again, doing that growling noise when I let out a stifled moan.
"Not here," I objected, trying to unwrap my legs.
Again, that growl. I shouldn't have found it as sexy as I did.
Before I understood his intention, he was across the room and opening the door.
"Ace, no!" I hissed, trying to drop down, but his hands were holding me in place as he moved down the hall and into his room.
"There," he said, kicking his bedroom door closed, then making his way toward the bed.
His body pressed mine into the mattress as he slid us up toward the pillows, his lips sealed over mine.
Ace pressed up and back to sit on his heels, and I found myself transfixed by watching him slide on the condom, his gaze on me half the time, hard, hungry.
Finished, his hands gripped my hips, dragging me up onto his lap, dragging my legs up, then slamming inside me without warning.
"Oh my G—" I cried out, sucking in a greedy breath before I could even get the last word out, feeling a pinch at the fullness of him inside me, pulling my hips back slightly to ease the ache. "You're too big," I said, even as I felt my walls adjusting to the invasion.
That grumbling noise moved through Ace again as he lowered my legs, yanking them wide, and reaching between, relentlessly working my clit until an unexpectedly quick orgasm slammed through my system, the sensation even more intense with the fullness of him inside.
"There," he said as the orgasm subsided, his voice rougher than before. "Better?" he asked, barely waiting for my frantic nod before starting to thrust. A little tentatively at first, still giving me a minute to adjust. But as soon as my hips started grinding up against him, he came over me, and thrust harder, faster, as my arms and legs went around him, as the headboard knocked against the wall.