Ace (Playtime Series Book 1) by Gemma Arlington (black female authors .TXT) 📗

the thought of him being so close was more of a turn on than I cared to admit.

I was sick of all the sexual tension between us both.

As much as Hank’s words kept replaying in my head and I kept telling myself that I would never go there with any of them, especially Jake, there was no way my body was letting me do anything but think about getting down and dirty with the boys of JED.

“Are you trying to fucking send me off the deep end?” Eric’s voice broke through my thoughts, making me open my eyes and freeze as he pushed his naked body against mine. The skin on skin contact had me whimpering like a dog; I would happily sit and obey him if he would just ease the pain between my thighs.

“Ace,” his voice called to the deep, depths of my inner pain, which was making me want to drop to my knees and do some naughty, naughty things.

I sighed and stepped back trying to get away from the intoxicating sight in front of me. I hated that this shower was so small and there was no escaping the gorgeous specimen pressing his body into mine.

“Ace are you thinking naughty

thoughts?” he smirked, pushing me up against the wall. He placed his hand on my hips as the water fell on his broad, tanned shoulders. He had some interesting, intricate tattoos which were eye catching and his toned, ripped stomach was attracting my attention.

His thumb slowly traced circles around my hip as he slowly moved his hand further down my body, pushing my hand that I had positioned between my thighs and replacing it with his.

“Eric,” I whispered, my voice shaky and somewhat incoherent. I couldn’t think straight and I also didn’t trust myself to think at all.

My body was on fire. Having Eric push his hard, firm, warm, naked body into mine was just too much. I couldn’t control myself; I was slowly losing all ability to be me, losing Ace, the girl who liked being in control and being the one who called the shots. I wasn’t the type of woman to just throw the key away to my physique and allow a man to run wild with it, but the thought of allowing Eric to run desolate with my body was too good to turn down.

~Chapter Sixteen~

Ace

“Eric,” I moaned as his long fingers stroked the sensitive spot I had previously been caressing myself.

He pressed even closer to me and held me in a way that made me feel protected, yet vulnerable. This guy was hot sex on legs. Being a bass player meant he was wickedly great with his hands, especially his fingers which were now being pushed inside my swollen lips. I bit down on my bottom lip yet again to stifle a cry of ecstasy, a deep pleasure exploding inside was going to trickle out and send me over the edge.

I hadn’t been this turned on in ages and my impending orgasm was threatening to rip through me with lethal force. Eric and his wicked fingers were slowly driving me insane. I clung to his arms and buried my head in his shoulders, my breathing erratic as his fingers continued their assault.

“Let yourself go baby girl,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling on its sensitive flesh.

I buried my head closer to his chest and muffled my screams as my body tightened against his wicked fingers.

My head was spinning and my breathing was inconsistent, I couldn’t think of the last time I had come undone like this and only from someone’s simple touch.

I hadn’t realized just how hard I was clinging to his body, my finger nails were digging into his fine, tanned flesh. He smelt so good and I was so close to his perfectly defined chest that I could easily reach out with my tongue and suck on his pieced nipple.

My mind was running away with more erotic and naughty thoughts, and I didn’t even notice Eric’s hard cock was now pressing into my thigh.

I had been so consumed by my own sexual urges and feelings that I never bothered to think that maybe he needed an escape, a release of his own. The thought was a blessing and a curse. I wanted to give Eric pleasure; I wanted to sink to my knees and suck him off while he wreathed and came undone under my simple touch.

Even so, there was a small part of me that kept telling me run, to pack up and get away from this, from the band, from L.A and head back home to the safety and comfort of the familiar.

My body wanted Eric however, and my

mind was telling me to stay put and stick it out; to make something of myself and to be a success at what I do.

I loved working for Dash Records; I loved making new friends, meeting new clientele and celebrities. I liked going to work every day not knowing what to expect because you weren’t even sure if your client would be in their right frame of mind.

L.A would either make me or break me, and to be honest, if it wasn’t for Hank, L.A would have sucked me in, chewed me up and spat me back out with nothing but the simple clothes I had on my back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he groaned, moving his hips slightly, his cock hard and very prominent on my thigh.  I tried not to think about it, tried not to stare at it. But the temptation was just too much. I was a woman craving things and as I had previously stated, Eric seemed to be the only man who could put out this type of fire in which he so clearly ignited.

I dressed, dried my hair and