*Chapter 29.

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**edited 18/01/2021**

Elle's POV

Monday 5th November 2018

         "What are you talking about, Ace?," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "He kissed me, he walked me to my door and before I knew what was happening, he kissed me."

 "Did you kiss him back?" he asked and I looked away, nodding. 

 "I did," I nodded. "But why does it matter?"

 "Then what?" Ace avoided my eyes, looking down at my feet. 

 "Ace, I don't think-"

 "Then what?" He raised his voice a little and I jumped slightly. 

 "Then he told me he liked me, he said I didn't have to give him an answer straight away and when I knew, I should call him. Then he left," I said and Ace nodded sharply, marching past me and into the kitchen. I followed him like a lost puppy, watching as he opened one of his cupboards and got out a bottle of Whiskey and a glass to pour it in. He spun the cap off and placed his lips to the rim of the bottle, completely disregarding the glass he had gotten out for himself as he gulped down the strong alcohol. I watched in horror as he took a few large gulps.

 "Did you call him?" Ace finally asked, slamming the bottle down onto the counter.

 "No," I replied calmly. 

 "Are you going to call him?" He asked, finally looking into my eyes.

 Was I? I thought of Kit as a friend and only a friend, he was sweet and attractive but in my eyes he was just Kit. Then I thought of Ace and my heartbeat accelerated, I felt dizzy and had butterflies in my stomach. However, Ace didn't want me, Kit did. "I don't know. He's a nice guy," I said honestly and he stumbled back, grabbing onto the counter to steady himself.

 "Don't say shit like that to me," his voice was strained and painful.

 "Why? You've told me very openly before that you won't and can't date me, so why I shouldn't I date someone else? Why shouldn't Kit tell me he likes me? Why shouldn't I stop him from kissing me, or touching me?" I said and Ace roared out in anger, he grabbed the bottle from the counter and launched it at the wall. I flinched back when the bottle hit the wall with a loud crash and shattered on the floor, amber liquid spilling across the room. "Ace, calm down!" I begged, but he was on a mission.

 "Did he touch you?" Ace seethed.

 "Ace-"

 "Did he touch you goddamnit?" He yelled, throwing his Whiskey glass against the wall also. 

 "No! No he didn't," I stepped forwards and placed my hand on his chest, looking up at him. "Why are you doing this? Why are you this angry?" I begged him for some answer to what the hell was going on.

 "Because," he gritted his teeth but didn't answer.

 "Because?" I egged him on.

 "Because," he stressed out. "You're mine. You're not his. You're mine and you shouldn't be kissing him, you should be kissing me."

 I was surprised by his words, the wind was basically knocked from my lungs at the revelation but I just nodded. "Okay," I didn't answer him because for all I knew it was just the alcohol talking. "Shall we get you to bed? I can clean this mess up and grab you some water."

 "Come to bed with me," he begged. "Please."

 "You're drunk," I reminded him. He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me into him. "Ace," I said breathlessly as his hands trailed down my neck and to my chest.

 "No bra," he cheekily remarked, his lips settling onto my neck. "Are you sure you didn't plan this?" He teased, circling his thumb around my clothed nipple. 

 I sucked in a deep breath and grabbed onto his shirt for support so my legs didn't give way. "Ace, we need to get you to bed," I begged him but the assault of his lips on my neck continued.

 "Mine," he mumbled, his hands moving from my breasts, down to my behind where his hands kneaded my arse. "All mine," he then moved his hands to the back of my legs and hoisted me up so I'd wrap my legs around his waist. He pushed himself away from the counter and moved us to the bedroom, he kicked his bedroom door open and laid me down onto the bed before crawling on top of me. 

 I was about to protest when his lips attached to mine and I couldn't help but kiss back, moving my lips perfectly against his. I shocked myself, going against everything I said before when I wrapped my legs back around his waist and pulled him closer to me so I could get friction from his crotch pressing against my own. I gasped into the kiss when I felt the prominent bulge in his pants press against my core.

 "What do you want to do? Please tell me," he begged and a wicked smirk played on my lips when I flipped us over so he was underneath me. "Elle," he breathed. "You're playing a dangerous game."

 "Am I?" I said innocently, twirling a lock of hair around my fingers. "I think I'm okay with it," I added, my hands pawing at his shirt so I could take it off. He happily allowed me to lift the clothing from his body, but then he pulled at mine so I'd do the same. A rush of confidence overtook me as I lifted my shirt over my head, allowing it to drop to the ground and reveal my breasts. 

 Ace took his bottom lip between his teeth at the new sight, I quickly moved on and began unbuckling his belt. "Hey, hey. What are you doing?" He quickly asked.

 "I want to... do something for you," I said coyly and his lips parted in shock, but he very quickly nodded. I continued to unbuckle his belt, finally getting it open before I moved onto undoing his jean button and then unzipping the jeans. He helped me pull them down his legs and then onto the floor, which just left him in his white Calvin Klein's.

 "Do you want me to help you?" Ace panted, obviously craving to be touched. I nodded, Carson and I had been intimate many times but we always went kind of straight from kissing to sex, there was none of this foreplay beforehand and so I was completely lost to what I was doing. He took my hand and placed it on the bulge in his boxers, hissing at the feeling of my touch. He then helped me wrap my hand around the bulge and begin moving my hand up and down. "Like that," he grunted, finally taking his hand off of mine so I had free reign.

 I looked up at him and saw his eyes were glued shut and his mouth was ajar, allowing shallow breaths and deep moans to rumble out. Before I knew exactly what I was doing, I pushed his boxers down and took ahold of his unclothed dick, moving my hand up and down in the same way he had shown me before. A loud moan of surprise left Ace's mouth as he grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets below him. 

 "Is this okay?" I whispered, moving my hand a little faster.

 "Yes- oh fuck yes," he groaned and began shifting his hips upwards to meet my hand. "Oh my- fuck," he grunted. I watched in awe at how blissful he looked, panting and grunting at the feeling I was giving him. 

 I looked down at my moving hand and stopped for a moment, swiping my thumb over his head to collect the precum that had leaked out. "Oh- my fucking God," Ace's voice was strained, almost sounding pained but the look on his face was heavenly. I continued to move my hand up and down his member until he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a sloppy, messy kiss as the thrusts into my hand became urgent. "I'm gonna- oh my- I'm cumming," he moaned out against my lips just as he began cursing, and I pulled back to see a mess of white on his toned stomach. 

 He finally opened his eyes and looked at me with a lazy smile. "Damn, do I want to know how many times you've done that before?" He chuckled breathlessly.

 "Zero," I said bashfully.

 His eyes darted to me. "What? I thought you have had sex..." He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

 I nodded. "I have, we just never did other stuff I guess."

 Ace quirked his eyebrows at me and then got up, going into his bathroom to clean himself up before he came back and grabbed ahold of my legs. I let out a squeal when I was pulled further down the bed and he crawled between my legs, kissing up my thighs.

 "What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly, looking down at him to watch what he was doing.

 "Showing you what you've been missing," he said with a cocky grin before he began the delicious assault on my clit with his tongue.

 . . .

 Around half an hour later, we were both sweaty, breathless and laying intertwined on his bed together. "Fuck," Ace breathed out, reaching his hand over to my face where he brushed a few strands of my hair out of my eyes. 

 "Yeah," I sighed out, turning onto my side so I could rest my head on Ace's chest. Ace's whole body relaxed and he slung his arms around my waist, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head. My heart ached because in this moment we felt like a couple, but I knew this could never happen because of his closed off emotions. "Ace?"

 "Hm?" He replied back, words difficult to form at the moment.

 "I feel like we barely know anything about each other," I said honestly and glanced up at him. He was glancing down at me with his eyebrows threaded and a frown on his lips.

 "What d'ya wanna know?" He asked, his fingers threading through my hair.

 I shrugged. "Anything. What you wanna do? Your hobbies? Your life?" I asked.

 "Well... I want to own my own business or something along those lines, I honestly just want to make money," he said softly. "I don't know what else there is to tell."

 I nuzzled into his chest again and sighed. "Hm... What hobbies do you have? Other than beating men half to death I mean," I asked him half-heartedly.

 Ace's hand stopped moving in my hair and he paused. "Well... When I was younger I enjoyed music," he said and I looked up at him once again, a smile lifting on my lips.

 "Like singing?" I asked hopefully.

 He nodded. "And I played guitar, I stopped when I was about fifteen," he told me.

 "Why did you stop?" I asked.

 A dark look washed over his face and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "My dad broke it, said it wasn't worth my time, that it'd never make me money... I guess I just never replaced my guitar after that," he said and I frowned.

 "Well you need to sing to me one day, I'd love to hear it," I said hopefully and he moved his hand from my hair completely. 

 "Maybe," he said and then rolled to one side to get out of the bed, causing me to have to sit up abruptly so my head didn't hit the bed harshly. "We should get ready for bed, it's late," he said and then disappeared out into the hallway.

 I looked at the empty doorway and sighed, once again he had shut himself off as soon as we got into the deep stuff. I sighed and flopped down onto my bed, burying my head into Ace's pillow as I groaned loudly. 

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