What Is An Ace In Volleyball Novels & Stories

Ace said as my breathing got hard, my head falling on the sheets when he released me. Ace moved my legs back to the former position and I gasped when I felt something cold and round enter inside me. He must have put a metal ball inside me and I cried out when I felt another one enter me making me grip the sheet as well as my legs. Ace put two of his fingers inside my mouth and had my tongue rolling around the cold ball in my mouth till his fingers and the ball was coated in my drool. I was still breathing hard when he placed the wet ball on my nipples making my legs grip the sheets tighter as I cried out.

Ace wasn't exaggerating about his baseball knowledge; he coached the game just like every other guy there and jumped up with an excited roar whenever the Royals managed to move the ball out of the infield. Midway through the game, Ace polished off his second beer and scraped the leftover cheese from the nacho tray. He looked over at Paul with big blue eyes as he slowly licked the cheese from his finger. Paul swallowed hard and fought the urge to lean in and find something of his own to lick. "Paul, can I ask for something a little childish?" Ace asked, licking the last bit of stray cheese from his lips. Paul bit back a groan. "Uh, sure," he grunted.

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

And so did Ace. "You will get it after the party. It's in the fridge," I replied, my eyes going back to the crowd for a moment. And there he was, standing at a corner, beside a table. With a drink in his hand, he looked deep in thought. "Happy birthday!" Wrapping my arms around Tess, I wished her. "Thanks!" She pulled back. "You changed?" Her eyes raked over my gown. Mark, a boy in their group slapped on Ace's back, greeting him. But he ignored him. And when Mark went to reach for the glass in his hand, Ace shot him a sharp look, making him back away.

"I want you to understand that you are nothing in this game. You’ve meddled in affairs far beyond your comprehension. Ace’s condition was always meant to serve a higher purpose—a purpose that you are woefully unequipped to grasp." Lisa clenched her fists, forcing herself to stand tall despite the fear clawing at her insides. "If you have the antidote, give it to me. Ace doesn’t have to suffer because of whatever twisted game you’re playing." Evelyn laughed, the sound cold and sharp. "Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine."

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

Ace and Ares. They’re not the names we had picked out for the boys. I don’t know why I chose those names or where I even pulled them from, but what I do know is that they are fitting to the situation they were born into. Ace is a bigger than his brother and holds power when playing a game of cards. He will hold the weight of his brother and any siblings that come after to insure they win.

Ace groaned, he wanted nothing more than to satisfy her, lay her down and finish up with his tongue. “Are you ready?” He wanted to make her come. Ivy was unable to speak so she nodded with her eyes shut. Her entire body jolted when he pushed in deeper. Her muscles contracted around his fingers and she uttered his name recklessly again. “Ace! Yes! Oh fuck it! I’m going to-“ And she came, her climax lasted for long. Ace held her limp body quivering in an embrace. It felt so good. “Are you okay?” He whispered.

“I knew us showing up together tonight would create some kind of retaliation with my family, but never could I have imagined the night ending the way it has. I guess I should say thank you for coming to my rescue and taking my virginity like I asked you to.” Leaning forward, Ace extracts a bottle of wine nestled in a bucket of ice, popping it open. “Hmm. I agree with you.” He begins, lifting the bottle to his mouth, and he takes a sip from it. I raise my brows, with the corners of my mouth turning downwards. Ace is a very sophisticated man, and seeing him drink straight from the bottle just proves that he is a mere mortal like the rest of us taking up space in his substantial-sized world.

The metal caught the harsh light, cold and solid. "You are expected to wear that on campus from today forward," Mrs. Vega said, her voice carrying across the silent room. "It is the mark of the Ace. It demands absolute compliance from the student body. As the highest rank, you will have a private office adjacent to the administration wing. Your role is to maintain order and resolve conflicts within the tiers. The central student council answers directly to you. No campus event or policy moves forward without your signature. You are now the head of the high tier—"