17. Ace
SEVENTEEN
ACE
“Yes, baby,” I groan, stroking my erection as the warm shower beats down on my shoulders. “You take this cock so fucking well. Open your throat for me.” I screw my eyes shut, tightening my grip while I imagine Lark greedily swallowing my entire length and making me see stars as she gags on it.
“Good girl,” I continue. “So fucking perfect.” I fall deeper into my fantasy, trying my best to envision her mouth instead of my hand so I can come before she gets here.
I managed to get out of the interviews Taylor set up for me after the game, rushing out of the stadium like a bat out of hell so I could get home. My first thought was to call Lark and tell her to swing by earlier, but then I started thinking about everything that happened last time she came over, and it made my dick hard. I figured a quick wank in the shower would take the edge off so I could focus on this assignment and not be bricked up the whole time. If she wears the same shorts she did before, I’m a fucking goner, so I have to at least try to prevent it.
“Fuck, Lark,” I grit out loudly, so close to my orgasm that the tips of my fingers and toes have already begun tingling with the need to release. Just as I feel my balls start to draw up tight, the bathroom door swings open.
“Ace, are you okay? I heard my na—” We both freeze with wide eyes as we stare at one another, and I don’t so much as let go of my dick as she approaches the glass of the shower door. It’s barely fogged up, so she can see everything, from the flush on my chest to my steel cock as it leaks precum onto my hand.
“I’m sorry,” she says, staring down at where I’m gripping myself. “You sounded like you were in pain. I got here early, and it was quiet downstairs. I thought you were still gone until I heard your voice. I—I’ll go. I’m so sorry.”
She turns, hurrying toward the door. I should let her go. I should be mortified that she caught me masturbating while moaning her name, but for some reason, my mouth betrays me right before she leaves the room.
“Wait,” I rush out, making her stop dead in her tracks before she slowly spins back around. “Come here.” I don’t expect her to obey my order. She shouldn’t. It’s one thing to come in my pants while she touches herself with her clothes on, but this is a line that we’re about to cross. I’m ready for it. But is she? I wait with bated breath to find out.
Her chest heaves with shallow pants as she takes a few tentative steps, stopping when she reaches the glass door. I push on it with the hand that’s not slowly moving up and down my shaft, opening it wide so there’s no barrier between us. Neither of us says a thing as I look her up and down, admiring the sight of my jersey draped over her delicious curves. She’s wearing a plain white tank top underneath it, and those same goddamn cotton shorts that gave me a phenomenal peek at her gorgeous pussy while she rubbed herself on my couch.
“You said my name,” she repeats, her voice barely a whisper as she stands there playing with the hem at her thighs.
“I was thinking about you,” I reply.
She swallows thickly. “What was I doing?”
Fuck.
I’m barely holding myself together with the way she’s watching me stroke myself. Now she wants me to tell her the images that play in my head while I do it? The thought alone makes me feel like I could blow, so I halt my motions, taking a deep breath before I speak.
“You were on your knees, sucking me.” The words come out choked. If she’s surprised by my confession, she doesn’t let on. She just nods slowly, looking down at my erection as it pulses against my palm. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but the way her eyes lock onto it makes me feel warm all over.
“Has anyone ever done that to you before?” she asks.
I close my eyes, shaking my head. “That night…she wanted to, but I was too nervous.”
“Are you nervous now?”
Am I nervous? I don’t think so. And if I am, it’s definitely not the same as it was back then. If anything, I’m worried that my inexperience is a turnoff for her. I’ve done my best to show her that I can be confident, but deep down, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve read hundreds of books and watched more porn than I’m proud to admit, but I’ve barely done any of it in real life, and I don’t want her to think I wouldn’t do whatever it took to satisfy her.
“No.”
She says nothing as she shrugs the jersey off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before stepping forward and entering the shower. The water soaks her tank top immediately, and her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her lace bra. Stopping when her toes are touching mine, she breathes rapidly, her breasts brushing my bare skin with every inhale. Just as I’m about to beg her to kiss me, touch me, anything to stop my heart from twisting in my chest, she lowers herself down, settling on her knees in front of my aching cock.
“Is this okay?” she asks quietly, looking up at me through wet eyelashes like the fucking dream she is. Her hands ghost up my thighs, and I nod in consent. That’s all it takes for her to lean forward, dragging her tongue from the seam of my balls, all the way up the underside of my shaft. I moan loudly, my hands shooting out to grip her hair as she sucks just the tip into her mouth, and I’m absolutely certain there’s no better feeling in this whole world.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I choke out, watching as she parts her lips and slides them about a quarter of the way down before pulling back and licking my head. She swirls her tongue around it, lubing me up with saliva and trying again, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to take more of me. Her hand comes up to my base, stroking as she sucks, expertly covering the entire length of my cock as stars explode behind my eyes.
“Shit,” I say on a harsh breath, tightening my fist in her wet blonde locks and feeling her moan against me in response. “You like it a little rough, Sweets? Do you want me to pull like this?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” she hums, bobbing up and down as she looks at me with watery eyes. She pulls back, still jacking me off as I tower over her. “Fuck my face until you come in my mouth, Ace. I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
Holy fucking fuck.
I want to ask her to repeat the words because I’m not sure I heard her right, but I definitely did. Loud and clear. I bring my thumb to her cheek, biting my lower lip as I consider what she’s asking for. “I don’t know if I can be as aggressive with you as you want me to be. I’m afraid to hurt you.”
She shakes her head rapidly, moving her hand up and down faster. “I’ve always wanted it, but nobody’s ever given it to me. I want to know what it’s like to be treated like a toy.” Her expression is pleading as she stares up at me from her knees. “Please use me.”
Goddamn.
Reading and watching it is one thing, but can I be this guy? Especially during my first time? I’m not sure, but I know I’m not leaving this shower without trying. Even if I only last a few pumps—which is currently my worst fucking nightmare—I can’t deny her what she wants.
I cup her face with both hands, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She sighs against me, and I use my tongue to trace the plump softness until she opens, giving me the opportunity to deepen our connection. I breathe her in, and she whimpers as I pull back just enough to speak. “I really fucking respect you, Lark. Remember that, okay?”
“Yes,” she replies, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine and conveying all the trust she has in me with a single look. My heart cracks in my chest, and I vow to do whatever it takes to make this perfect for her.
“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” I say as I stand to my full height, fisting her hair with one hand and gripping the base of my cock with the other. She opens for me, and I slowly feed her as much of my length as I can before hitting the back of her throat. When she gags, constricting around me, I almost lose it. But I somehow manage to keep my shit together long enough to pull back and take a breath, sinking all the way into her mouth again in one long stroke. This time, when she gags, I don’t let up, holding her head while steadily moving in and out.
“There you go, Sweets,” I say through clenched teeth. I already feel like I’m nearing the edge and I’ve barely even started—but I refuse to finish until she gets what she needs. “Relax and let me fuck this drooling little hole.” She obeys, letting her jaw fall slack as I thrust harder, loving the way she looks on her knees at my feet. My whole body hums with satisfaction as I get lost in the feel of her wet mouth sliding up and down my length, her eyes watering more every time my head bumps against her gag reflex. She’s sputtering the most obscene sounds I’ve ever heard, but her hands remain flat on my thighs, letting me know that she’s still comfortable with everything. I’m holding off a lot longer than I expected, but when I notice her shifting around—rubbing her thighs together for friction—I decide right then that I won’t be coming just yet.
“Put your hand inside your shorts and rub your cunt for me,” I demand, and like the good girl she is, she obeys immediately. She moans as soon as her fingers make contact with her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls, and I feel the movement in her body as her hips buck up to meet them. “That’s it, Lark,” I praise. “It’s all swollen, isn’t it? What a sweet, desperate little slut you are. Getting so turned on by me fucking your face that you have to touch yourself while you do it.”
“Mhmm,” she whines, her eyes squeezing shut as we both use her body to chase our releases. I can tell she’s getting close by the way her muscles are tightening, and I’m glad because I’m right there, too. But I don’t want her to come on her fingers.
I want her to come on mine.
“Hands on your thighs, Sweets,” I say abruptly, and she hesitates before doing as she’s told. Her eyes are pleading for the orgasm I just took away, and I almost feel bad for stopping her. “I promise I’ll make it all better. I need to come, though. Do you want it in your mouth?” She said she wanted to taste it, but she’s practically choking with the way I’m fucking her, so I want to make sure she hasn’t changed her mind.
She brings her eyes to mine, doing her best to nod, and that’s all it takes for me to explode. Electricity like I’ve never felt before zaps through my body, gathering in my core as thick spurts of cum paint her tongue. I continue thrusting with jerky movements until I’ve given her every last drop, slowing my hips and pulling from her mouth as she swallows and sticks out her tongue to show me.
“ Fuuuuuuuck , baby,” I say on a breathy laugh, hauling her to her feet and turning our bodies so her back is pressed against the shower wall. I grip her face, slanting my mouth over hers as I slowly lower my hand inside her soaked shorts and panties. I might be more nervous about this than I was about the blowjob, because if I’m shit at getting her off, that’ll be a huge problem.
As soon as the pad of my finger presses to her clit, she melts back, widening her stance so I can slide in further. I oblige, pushing past her entrance to the first knuckle as her slick, warm, wetness coats my skin. “How are you this turned on from sucking my dick?” I ask. “Look at you. Soaked and needy—this little clit so tight and hard. I could probably make you explode with just the lightest touch, huh? Like”—I pull out of her, brushing her arousal over the sensitive bundle of nerves and making it jump under my fingertip as a high-pitched whine leaves her lips—“that.”
“Please, Ace,” she pleads. “More.”
I groan, rubbing harder and faster. “There’s no way I could ever deny you when you beg so pretty. You’re going to be the first woman to ever come on these fingers, Lark. And I need you to look me in the eyes when you do. I need you to see that it’s me making you feel this way.” Part of me wishes I had stripped her down before I started so I could watch her wet skin flush as she neared the edge, but she was already aching so badly that my only concern was making her feel better. My cock is as hard as granite again already, and I swear cum just keeps flowing from the head as if it never stopped in the first place.
Fuck . This girl turns me inside out, and she doesn’t even realize it.
Remembering my research, I sink two fingers deep inside, curling them forward until I feel her G-spot pressed against them. Her knees buckle and I quickly band my arm around her waist, supporting her weight as her legs wobble violently.
“Oh my God,” she breathes. “I’m going to come. Please,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
“ Look at me, or I’ll stop,” I growl, and she opens wide, her gaze locking onto mine as I smirk back at her like a cocky asshole. Having her literally in the palm of my hand like this is making me feel like a god among men right now. “Good girl, baby. Do me a favor and clench around my fingers, okay? Let’s get that cum out.”
She nods frantically as I continue stimulating her from the inside, and when her muscles squeeze tightly, I know she’s tipping over the edge. Her entire body goes rigid as she cries out, her hands shooting to my wrist and digging into my skin while she convulses with an intense orgasm. Her eyes fight to stay open, but when it becomes too much, she slams them shut, riding out the waves of pleasure that are flowing through her.
“Atta girl, Sweets,” I praise. “Fuck, you’re so tight when you come.” I get lightheaded at the thought of feeling her choke my dick while I pound into her, and suddenly I can’t think of another thing in this world I want more.
“Mmmm,” she hums as I slow my movements, lazily stroking her pussy as it softens around my fingers. Her muscles slowly relax, and she rests her head against the wall, inhaling deeply while she floats back down to earth. I lean in, trailing gentle kisses across her face and neck, licking the water from her soft skin and reveling in the way she tastes.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. So many firsts just happened for me, and the fact that I didn’t hesitate—not for a single second— speaks volumes about how different my feelings for Lark are compared to anyone I’ve ever met.
Her eyes flutter open, and for a moment, worry crosses over her expression. “Ace,” she says, her brows pulling in tightly as if she’s in pain. “Are you okay? I shouldn’t have?—”
I cup her cheek, pushing the pad of my thumb to her bottom lip to stop her. “I’m perfect . That was more than I could’ve ever imagined. Thank you.” I rest my forehead against hers and exhale a relieved breath. “ Thank you .”
She sighs, nodding her head and kissing me this time. “Do you want to talk about anything? How’s your headspace? I hope I didn’t cross any lines.”
I huff a laugh. “No, Sweets. I wanted every bit of that. I feel indescribable right now. No negative feelings or regrets at all, other than not getting you naked.” I look down at her waterlogged clothes. “What possessed you to get in here like this, crazy girl?”
She smiles, grabbing the sides of her shorts and squeezing the fabric to wring it out as though we aren’t still under the shower stream. “Honestly, I have no idea. I saw you stroking yourself, and the only thought in my head was that I needed to feel you on my tongue. Nothing else mattered.”
“Did you like it?” I ask nervously. “Was I…good?” Vulnerability hits me like a bag of bricks as I stand there completely naked. My fingers clutch the material of her shirt as I lower my gaze to the floor, unable to look at her while she answers. I know she came, so that’s a weight off my shoulders, but she asked me to be rough and I don’t know if I did it the way she wanted. The need to be absolutely perfect for Lark is so overwhelming at this point that I don’t know what I’ll do if she says I wasn’t.
She places a gentle hand under my chin, lifting it so I’m looking at her. “It was everything ,” she says quietly, with nothing but sincerity in her eyes. “My ex—he wasn’t really into exploring new things, so after being turned down a few times, I stopped asking. But you gave me exactly what I wanted. It was the hottest experience of my life.”
“Thank fuck,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her. We stand there, just holding each other for a moment before she reaches back and takes the shampoo from the shelf, squeezing it into her hand and stretching up to smooth it over my hair. I can tell providing aftercare right now is important to her because she thinks I need it, so I don’t say anything as she works up a lather, lowering my head to give her better access. But honestly, I’m feeling happier than ever. Like I’m no longer some broken boy who fears physical intimacy. As stupid as it sounds, I feel like a man—one who acts on his urges when it comes to the girl he wants and gives her everything she deserves. There’s so much more I want to try with Lark, but I know we need to take it one step at a time. It won’t do either of us any favors to push things before we’re completely ready.
I ghost my fingers along her waist, enjoying the solemn moment while she massages my scalp, making me feel cherished and warm. Before the night she helped me bandage up my hip, it had been a long time since someone cared for me in such a gentle way. Sure, the team has trainers and doctors that we can see if we get injured, but that’s different. Lark doesn’t do it because it’s her job. She does it because it makes her feel good. Her ex-husband obviously dismissed her when they were together, and I refuse to do that. So, if this is what she needs right now, she can wash my hair until the shampoo runs out.
Pulling the detachable shower head down, she rinses me, rubbing the excess suds away as they slide down my body. Her soft hands feel so good against my hard muscles, and I inhale contentedly while she continues doting on me. When she’s finished, I take her face gently in my hands and press my lips to hers. “Thank you. That was really nice. Can we get these wet clothes off now?”
She laughs. “Yeah. I’m going to need to borrow yours. And use your dryer.”
I pull her tank top over her head, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor between us. I try my best to keep my eyes from bugging out as I look at her tits, but it’s not fucking easy. They’re perfect. Round and heavy, with tight pink nipples that I want to run my tongue over so I can hear the way she’d moan for more. But this isn’t the time for that. We’re sharing something special right now, and I don’t want to ruin it by acting like a horny idiot. Dropping to my knees, I work her shorts and panties down her legs, where they plummet to the tile in a wet heap. As she steps out of them, I notice how her arms are hugged tightly around her waist. I reach out, attempting to pull them away, and she fights me for a split second before finally letting them fall to her sides.
“You’re beautiful,” I say quietly, leaning forward and kissing along the stretch marks that run under her belly button. She sucks in a breath, tensing as I move my lips along her stomach, and without even knowing the exact thoughts that are filling her head, I want to make them go away. “You turn me on so much, baby. I love everything about this body.” Slowly melting into the wall, her hands smooth over my shoulders until they’re cradling the sides of my neck. Lifting my head, I watch as tears spill over, falling down her cheeks. “Hey,” I say, standing and pulling her into me. “What’s wrong?”
She wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her bare body to mine as she shakes with quiet sobs. I do my best to soothe her, rubbing my hands along her back and kissing her hair as she allows herself to let go with me.
“Nobody has ever said those things about me,” she says with her face buried in my chest. “I’ve never had a partner that’s made me feel as sexy as I do with you. I feel like I don’t have to hide the parts of myself that aren’t perfect.”
I loosen my hold on her, and she lifts her head, looking up at me. “Why don’t you tell me what parts of yourself you think aren’t perfect, and I’ll worship them until you realize how wrong you are?” I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re the girl of my dreams, Lark Dawson. Every fucking inch of you.”
She gives me a watery smile before pushing up on her toes and kissing the breath out of me. We cling to one another for what feels like seconds and hours all at once, lazily making out and breathing each other in without a care in the world. When we’re done, I step out, taking two towels and wrapping her in one of them before drying myself off and leading her to my room. Pulling one of my comfy Daytona Fury t-shirts from the dresser, I slip it over her head, loving the way she brings it to her nose and inhales my scent. I dress myself quickly, scoop her up from the floor as loud giggles fill the air, and drop us both onto the bed before peppering sloppy kisses all over her face.
“Ace!” she gasps through her laughs, trying to push me away. “Come on! Quit fucking around and get your stuff so we can get to work!”
“Fiiiiiiine,” I say, pushing up to my feet and reaching for my computer. “What’s tonight’s lesson?”
She waggles her eyebrows. “Kinks and fetishes.”