Romans & histoires What Is An Ace In Volleyball

She tightly grasped the front of his shirt, unaware that she brushed against that sensitive spot, making Ace's already tightly bound body tremble even more. "Demi..." Ace moaned, his hands instinctively caressing her back, trying to contain himself, but the lower part of his body was burning hot, betraying his current state. So wanting, wanting to lose control! A drop of cold sweat trickled down his temple, following his cheek, his angular face, and finally resting on her hand. "Demi, I want to play the game we played before," he said directly, his body too hot, reaching the brink of climax, even his breathing becoming difficult.

"I have been to every part of the world. I've seen the face of love on my best friend as he joined up with his mate. Yet none of that could beat the thing that I just saw right now." I stopped breathing and felt my stomach tightening. What on earth Ace was saying? Mate? Or does he mean lovers? And he was not like himself. I’m used to the Ace that hated me to the core. Ace watched me closely for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together, he looked down at my lips. "Are you up for more, or are you too tired?"

It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration. Luckily, they found the door to the kids’ dormitory. Florence was promptly led inside. After telling her not to come out, Javier took a deep breath, lifted his stick, and headed toward the ghost. “Tonight is the night when the Ace at the Apex—otherwise known as me—defeats a ghost!” he proclaimed in the corridor.

Tony held my arm, but I shook it off. I was so pissed. I have never been pissed in this game all my life, but these idiotic players were on another level, they seemed to be getting on my nerves. "Blame it on yourself, who was the last one who lost a point? You can't even serve, and you call yourself a volleyball player?" She laughed. I was about to take Abigail by her collar when someone tall stood in between Abigail and me. "Gail, this is a team sport. Get along well,” Ace spoke in a calm manner but there was something about his voice that seemed sharp. It felt like a threat instead of some advice.

When it did, he exploded into motion. I'd never really understood hockey before. Too many rules, too fast, too chaotic. But watching Ace play made it make sense somehow. The way he anticipated where the puck would be before it got there, the way he positioned his body to protect it from defenders, the way he set up his teammates for shots while everyone else thought he'd shoot himself. He was a playmaker. Just like Freya said. Halfway through the scrimmage, Ace stole the puck from an opponent and started driving toward the goal. Two defenders came at him from different angles, trying to box him in. For a second I thought he was trapped, that he'd have to pass or lose possession.

I didn't even remember him getting undressed, but I was happy they were gone. I groaned as I ground myself on his cock, wanting to take him inside but unsure how to communicate how much I needed to feel him inside me. As I moaned again, Ace took my mouth with his swallowing the moan that was coming out. He kissed me deeply as I continued to grind myself against the tip of his cock feeling so much pleasure from just the head. Chuckling against my lips, “patience, little one, one day I will take you bare until then.” He pulled back, pecking me on the lips one last time before pulling out a condom from his drawer.

There he met him. Ace reclined on a bench, his head back, a goblet halfway full dangling from his fingers. His shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, and his hair clung wet to his forehead as if he'd splashed himself with water or consumed more wine than he'd drunk. Jugs lay empty across the board. A fermented drink hung in the air.

Weirdly enough, I didn’t see Ace for the rest of the week, not even in the halls or the cafeteria, it was like he disappeared. Only to return on Friday with the biggest grin on his face as he awaited the start of the game. I sat at the top of the bleachers, as far away from the ice as possible and hoped he wouldn’t see me up there, but to my luck, he scanned the crowd and spotted me right away. He gave a huge wave which only attracted all the female attention to me.

Ace got up from his seat, walked casually over to Theresia who was still bowing his head. After being in front of the woman, Ace grabbed both of Theresia's shoulders and said, "No matter how hard you rebel, and no matter how far you go from me. keep coming back to me, because you are the mood goddess destiny mate for me. Nothing can change that, dear."

"Let's go then." A football court was nearby and some boys were playing in it. "Excuse me," Ace called. "Do you mind if I join a team? My girl would like to watch me play." Everyone smiled and Catherine covered her face with her palm. "Who would refuse Ace Hampton? Of course you are welcome to join us." One if the boys said. Ace peeled off his shirt from his body and hand and towards Catherine who was already sitting at the bench. He placed the shirt on her hands and squatted down in front of her so that they were at a eye level. "Wish me good luck."