Sinful taste

One week later:

“Ace, I’m pretty sure you should be putting a cookie sheet down before placing the dough,” I tell him as I undo his mistake.

Ace sighs.

“I’m terrible at this, why couldn’t Clara help you?”

I give him a pointed look.

“I told you... She’s doing overtime at work, and these cookies will make a lot of church kids happy.”

He nods but then mumbles something under his breath, so I take a piece of dough and flick it at him. I laugh as it perfectly lands on his cheek.

He turns slowly to face me and his expression is playful yet challenging. He eats the piece of dough, then flicks one at me. It lands on my nose, and I playfully glare at him.

“Opps, It must have slipped out of my hand. I’ll get that for you.” He comes towards me and eats the dough off the tip of my nose.

Ace and I haven’t stopped flirting since the last time we kissed, but we haven’t crossed that line. Still, my heart is beating very fast right now.

Ace winks at me before returning to the cookies. I see some of his tattoos peeking through his long-sleeved shirt, and a realization hits me.

“You know Ace, I’ve examined almost all of your artwork, except for the art on your body.”

I’ve only seen his tattoos briefly since I didn’t want to get caught staring at him for too long. I bite my lip a little, at the thought of him undressing for me, and then suddenly he does just that.

He takes his apron off, then pulls his black shirt over his head, tossing it on the island.

Holy mother of... I hadn’t realized all the tattoos on his back before.

“Take a look Cupcake, I love the way you talk about art to me. It’s kinda hot.”

I chuckle as I get closer to him. I run my fingers down a tattoo of a wounded pegasus. He shivers slightly under my feather-light touch. Then I see writing going down his back.

“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward,” I whisper the quote softly.

“Martin Luther King Jr.” He adds while making more dough balls.

“I think it suits you,” I mumble.

I inspect his left arm and see an oceanic tattoo sleeve. It looks like something out of a painting. It takes my breath away. His other arm has a universe sleeve, and it’s just as beautiful. My fingers trail over it, and I hear his breathing quicken.

“Both places are incredibly mysterious, and undiscovered. Possibly misunderstood. That also suits you Ace.”

Then on the side of his neck I see an Ace of spades symbol. My mind gets an idea that I may regret, but I can’t help.

I lean forward and softly press my lips to the tattoo on his neck, and Ace inhales sharply. My chest heaves.

“Careful Cupcake, you’re playing a very dangerous game, and I’m starting to get the idea that you like the thought of it.”

He says this in a husky, deep voice that I can’t get enough of, so I press my lips to his neck again, lingering this time, and scraping lightly with my teeth.

I gasp as he suddenly picks me up and puts me up on the counter. His hands are gripping my hips, his lips are an inch away, and there is no space between our bodies. Then I feel something pushing against my core... oh my gosh.

“Ah... Ace. You feel um...”

“Hard?” He whispers over my lips. I nod shyly.

“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a man on, Cupcake.” He kisses me then, like a starved man, and my head spins with the amount of passion behind it.

I wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him back with the same hunger. I moan into his mouth, and his hands on my hips grip tighter.

“You gotta stop making those sexy little sounds.” He kisses me again, and again, and another little moan escapes me.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” I admit as his hands tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back to run his tongue over my neck.

“Ahh, that feels amazing,” I say trying to catch my breath.

“Just giving you a little taste of your own medicine Cupcake.”

Then he bites on my neck and sucks on the skin. I grip his shoulders, not wanting to let go, as his mouth did wonders on me.

Then he pulls away with a groan and helps me off the counter. We’re both out of breath and staring at each other, trying to process everything.

Our thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door, and I try to compose myself as Ace walks to open the front door.

“Hey Cameron.”

“Sup bro, I just rented another horror movie to watch toni... What’s that smell?”

Cameron cuts himself off and nearly levitates towards the kitchen.

“Y’all are making cookies? And didn’t tell me?”

I laugh.

“Don’t worry Cameron we saved you some cookies in the microwave,” I tell him and he gives me his famous bear hug before grabbing the plate of cookies we set aside for him.

“Y’all are the best. But why are you baking so many cookies?”

“Heather wanted to make some cookies for the children at her church, for a charity event.”

Ace says wiping his hands off with a napkin.

“Awww how cute,” Cameron says in a baby voice and pinches my cheek. I swat his hand away playfully.

“I’m not cute, I’m just trying to be of service,” I say shrugging and Cameron snickers.

“Nah, you’re pretty cute Cupcake,” Ace says pinching my other cheek, before they both leave to crack open some beers outside.

I finish my last batch of cookies and decide to take a nap on the couch. I wake up 30 minutes later to a thick haze of smoke in the living room.

Cameron is playing video games with Ace while smoking from a bong. I look at them in disbelief.

“Uh... Do y’all mind?!”

Cameron looks towards me and his eyes go wide. He smacks Ace’s shoulder, who is concentrated on the game.

“Dude... do you think we accidentally got Heather high?”

Ace gasps, pauses the game, and stands in front of me looking into my eyes concerned.

“What, what is it?” I ask him nervously, and he holds my face in his hand and tilts it towards the light. I see him cringing.

“Do you feel any different Cupcake?”

“Well... I... I don’t know, I just woke up.”

He nods.

“Come take a walk with me.” He says lifting me off the couch. I give him a confused look, and once I stand I realize I do feel really different.

“Okay sure,” I say before he walks me down the quiet neighborhood. The sun is about to set soon, and the sky looks beautiful and pink.

“You know, I’ve always felt like the clouds at this time of the day look like cotton candy. It’s almost as if you could just stretch your hand out, pick from it, and eat it.” I say imagining it. Ace chuckles and nods in agreement.

Then it hits me like a bus... or like a magical fairy wand.

“Ace... what the hell is wrong with me?” I find that I can’t quite focus on any particular thing. That I feel very light, and I’m extra aware of Ace’s hand in mine. I can feel it sweating a little, and how warm it is.

“Do you promise not to freak out?” He asks rubbing my hand with his. I nod, but I can already feel myself freaking out.

“You must have gotten high from the smoke in the house. I told Cameron to open a window but his stubborn ass chose not to, and I’m sorry for not waking you up, and getting you out of there, I just... wasn’t thinking. My sister is going to kill me.”

I stop walking as a see a beautiful yellow butterfly on a nearby bush.

“Oh she’s so beautiful.” I squeal as I stick my hand out and the butterfly lands on it for a few seconds before flying away.

“Gosh, you know how rare that is Ace? I have always wanted to hold a butterfly. I feel like snow white or something.”

Ace sighs and I see a hint of a smile on his handsome face, he is trying to hide.

“Yes that’s lovely, but did you hear what I said, cupcake?”

“Umm-hmm, something about me being high, and your sister killing you?”

He nods. “Yes... but why are you not angry at me? Oh right, forget I asked that.”

“It’s not your fault Ace,” I say as I grab his hand, and we continue walking. I don’t feel nervous anymore I actually feel relaxed.

“Let’s walk back home before you start picking flowers and singing Hakuna Matata.”

We both laugh and it feels natural like I’ve known him all my life.

“What a wonderful phrase.” I sing and he stops in front of me shaking his head.

“Don’t start Cupcake, you’ll regret it.”

Grinning at him I continue.

“It means no worries for the rest of your days.”

He runs a hand down his face, chuckling.

“It’s a problem free...”

He cuts me off with a kiss to my lips. A hard demanding kiss that makes my toes curl. With my senses heightened, I feel every little bit of pressure of his soft lips on mine. I wrap my arms around his body to bring him closer, then I bite his bottom lip. I suck on it then release it with a satisfying pop. Our chests heave.

“Fucking hell Cupcake.” He says in almost a growl.

He presses his lips to mine again cupping my face in his hands. And I start to forget where we are. As far as I know its just Ace and me alone in the world. Nothing else at the moment.

After a while of a steamy make out sech. We pull away and I feel like I can barely balance.

“I don’t know what got into me... I uh...” I try to explain why I came on so hard but I don’t know.

“It's the weed. It makes people... well... horny.”

He says laughing as he takes my hand and we start walking back to his house.

I gulp and try to hide my blush.

“It’s taking everything in me to not kiss you again. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a kiss that I felt through my entire body. The type... you feel in your chest.” He says as he places a palm to his chest.

He shakes his head dismissively.

“But anyhow, Clara should be over soon, I hope Cameron chose a good movie.”

I stop him from walking.

“Ace... Don’t you realize what’s going on here?”

He shakes his head.

“Umm... nevermind, let’s go watch that movie.”

The rest of the night we watch horror movies, and I can’t help but notice Clara was being a little flirty with Cameron. Kind of like at the party where they would whisper in each other’s ears and start giggling. Those two are definitely hiding something. I would know because I’m on the same boat with Ace.

Speaking of which is laying on my lap asleep and snoring a little.