Page 64 of The Sentinels

"I didn’t need to know that," I mumbled irritably. "I don't like the thought of you with anyone else."

He laughed. "Good. Because I don't like the thought of another man's hands on you, either."

Now I was the one snorting. "I doubt my numbers even come close to a fraction of your conquests." He remained quiet. "I notice you're not defending yourself." I was so thankful that we'd changed the subject.

"Baby, it is what it is. We both know I fucked around. A lot. Sex is the cure-all to a lot of shit."

A sharp, disbelieving laugh escaped me. I raised my head to look at him. "Huh! Sounds like a convenient excuse to me. A cure-all for what?"

His cocky grin warmed my heart in spite of our conversation. "It's a great stress reliever. Calms the bloodlust when I'm facing trouble. Keeps my balls from turning blue."

I laughed. "When have you ever had blue balls?"

"Well, if you hadn't been giving me a weekly dose of blowjobs I would have had a serious case over you. I wanted inside your pussy to the point of madness."

"You could have had me all along." Our eyes remained locked, and it suddenly grew still between us. Ace's hand smoothed over the cheeks of my ass, but I got the impression that he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. The sweat covering our bodies had dried, but we were a sticky mess. "I think I'm stuck to you." I felt the need to say something to break the intense silence.

He gave my cheek a squeeze, and then bumped his hips into mine. "Up, baby girl. Let's shower and head out."

I crawled off him with a moan. "God, I feel as if I just had a workout." I ached in places I'd never before.

He snorted, jumping off the bed with the energy of a man half his age. Ace may have been forty-seven, but he didn't look it, and he sure as hell didn't act it. We treaded naked toward his bathroom. I watched with surprise when he reached in and turned on the shower.

He turned back to look at me. "We're showering together."

We hadn't before; mostly because I’d been afraid that he would try to do something that would rip his stitches out, like lift me up during rough sex. I smiled big. "This will be my first time showering with a man."

"And I'll be your last man."

Oh, my! My core clenched at his words. He sounded so sure. I watched as he adjusted the temperature, and when he was satisfied he reached back for my hand. I slipped mine into his and let him pull me into the shower. My heart was racing as we stood facing each other, the tips of my breasts brushing against his rock-hard abs. Ace grabbed the sponge and squirted some body wash into it and began to run it over my shoulders.

He lathered me everywhere, working his way down my body, my arms, and my breasts, between my thighs and down my legs. Then he turned me around and repeated the steps down my backside, spending time over my bottom and in the crack. From behind me he moved the sponge between my legs over my sex, making sure to brush between my labia and over my clit. I quivered and caught my breath, not sure that my legs were going to be able to support me.

He dropped the sponge and replaced it with his hands. I moaned as he left a tingle wherever he touched me. His hands came around my body and smoothed up my torso to my breasts.

"Feel good?" he rasped into my ear, closing his hands over me.

"Yes!" I trembled, and leaned back against him for more contact. "I'll do you after."

He laughed roughly. "Yeah you will. I want your hands on me. All over."

"Are we going to fuck?"

"No."

"Then why are you torturing me, biker man?"

"For later," he teased. "But until later, I want you to remember my hands on your tits. I want you to think about my hands between your legs. I want you to beg me for my dick, baby."

I laughed softly, spreading my legs slightly, inviting him to go deeper. "What if I beg you now?"

"The wait will be worth it." He teased me with a few more flicks over my clit and then spun me around. "My turn."

Oh, yes it was. Laughing, frustrated, horny, I picked up the sponge at our feet and added more body wash to it. I bathed him just as thoroughly as he had me, delighting in making him groan and shudder while I played with his cock and balls. I tugged on his length, I rolled his heavy balls, and I didn't stop there. I'd discovered that I enjoyed anal play. Ace had only fucked me there once, and I couldn't wait for him to do it again.Would he like being touched there, too?I wondered. I drew the sponge down his back and over his taut cheeks, then back up again.

I let the sponge drop to the floor and began to use my hands. Starting at the back of his legs, my hands climbed up his muscular thighs and the cheeks of his ass before I let one naughty finger dip into the crevice and glide up and over his anus. Ace sucked in his breath and his whole body stiffened, but only for a second. He relaxed again, letting me tease him with glimpses of what it would feel like were I to breach that forbidden opening.

I felt a wicked grin come over my face. "You have a nice, tight ass, biker man." I continued to tease his hole, receiving a groan in response. "Have you ever had a finger up there?" I pressed the puckered hole, but didn't enter.