Scoring Position (Daytona Fury #2)

20. Ace

TWENTY

ACE

I open the door to my hotel room, ushering Lark in with my hand on the small of her back before closing it behind us. On the outside, I’m trying to stay in control of the situation, but on the inside, my whole body feels like it might give out at any moment.

My heart pounds in my chest as she turns, her gaze burning into mine before she blinks those gorgeous doe eyes of hers, and my restraint snaps. I lunge forward, bringing my hands to her face and diving in for a passionate kiss. She wastes no time opening for me, and I take the invitation, plunging my tongue into her mouth as a moan rises up her chest. Her fingers tighten around the fabric of my shirt, and that’s when it all clicks in my head.

This is it.

I pull away, resting my forehead against hers as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to calm myself so I can get out the words. She chews on the inside of her cheek nervously as she waits, but I take my time because I want her to understand that this isn’t a hasty decision. I’m one hundred percent sure.

“I want you,” I whisper on an exhale, kissing her softly. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“Ace,” she breathes, flattening her hands over my chest. I’m sure she can feel my heart beating like I just ran a marathon, but I don’t care. I’m nervous as hell, but I’m absolutely positive that this is what I want. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

I nod my head, swallowing. “Yes,” I say, looking into her eyes. “But this isn’t part of our role-play. That ends here. You’re not some random woman. You’re Lark Dawson, and I want to give you all of me.”

She tucks her lips over her teeth, quietly reaching into her clutch to pull out her phone. Confused, I look down as she powers it off, walks to the dresser, and places it into an empty drawer. After pushing it shut, she turns back to me.

I stand there dumbfounded as the meaning of the gesture settles in, and as much as it makes my chest tighten with emotion, I need her to know how I’m feeling right now. “I know you’d never hurt me,” I say, stepping toward her. “And I trust you with everything I have. Let me show you.”

She nods her head, and I close the rest of the distance, pulling her into my arms as I kiss her again. Walking her backward, I don’t break the connection until the backs of her legs hit the mattress, causing her to fall onto the bed. I stand before her, taking in the way her golden hair looks like a halo around her head as she stares up at me with adoration in her eyes.

My angel.

That’s exactly what she is. She may not realize all the ways she saved me from a life of loneliness, but I do. Who knows if I’d have ever been able to trust again if she hadn’t come along?

I wrap my arm around her waist, climbing onto the bed and sliding us both up until her head is resting on the pillow. Nerves wash over me as the magnitude of the moment settles in, and doubt creeps into the back of my mind. What if I can’t make it good for her? What if I fuck it all up and shit gets awkward? I can’t lose her—ever.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her expression full of concern. “Do you want to stop?”

I shake my head, swallowing. This is fucking embarrassing, but I need to be honest with her. “What if I’m bad at it?” I say quietly.

“You won’t be,” she answers. “We’ll go slow. I’ll tell you what feels good, and you can do the same. But I know you won’t be bad at it, Ace. It’s not possible. You’ve already made me come harder than I have in my whole life, and that wasn’t even actual sex. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Her words give me the confidence I need to continue. I press my mouth to hers once more, lowering my body down and grinding my hips slowly. Black dances around the edges of my vision as she widens her legs, her skirt bunching up as she bucks off the bed to meet my thrusts.

“Mmm,” she moans as I reach back, pulling her heels off one by one. “I’m so wet right now.”

“I can’t wait to feel for myself,” I reply, sitting back on my feet, pushing my hands up her shirt and shoving it above her tits. Her lacy blue bra makes my mouth water as her nipples peek through the thin material. They’re hard and desperate, and I can’t stop myself from leaning down and running my tongue over one of them. The abrasive fabric prevents me from being able to suction onto the dusty pink bud, so I hook a finger under the cup and yank down, exposing her full breast to me.

“You’re fucking stunning,” I say on a forced exhale, latching onto her nipple and sucking gently as she releases the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. The only thing I can focus on is making her do it again as I reach around and unhook the clasp. I back away just long enough to pull off her shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor before swirling my tongue around the peaked bud and earning another soft moan.

“You’re so good,” she says. “I just want your mouth all over me.”

“Will you tell me if I’m doing it wrong?” I ask, trying my best to quell the nervousness that’s threatening to shake my voice. “I’ve never?—”

“Of course,” she replies, rubbing her fingers along my cheek. I lean into her touch, turning and pressing my lips to her wrist before focusing back on her beautiful body.

“I’ll be so perfect for you, Lark. I promise,” I say quietly, unbuttoning her skirt before sliding it off. Kissing my way down her neck and stomach, I pay special attention to the parts that she’s most self-conscious about. She’s mentioned several times that she isn’t skinny like the women who try to hit on me, and that she used to be thin when she was younger, but I love this body exactly as it is. I wasn’t lying to her at the paintball park—I’ve never been turned on the way I am just from looking at her. It’s been like that since the first time we met, and I know without a doubt that I’ll never stop wanting Lark. I’m fucking obsessed with her.

“Ace,” she whines as I continue my descent, running my tongue along the edge of her panties. She lifts off the mattress, shoving into my face, but I turn my head, licking everywhere but where she needs me the most. The chances of me lasting long once I’m inside her are pretty much zero, so my plan is to work her up, make her come in my mouth, then work her up again so I can feel her squeeze my cock when she orgasms for the second time. I’ve done enough research throughout this course that I think I can get her there more than once. I just have to remember the things I learned when I wrote that essay the first night she stayed in my room.

“Needy girl,” I coo, wrapping my fingers around the fabric covering her luscious hips and working it down at a pace that’s painful for both of us. I want to faceplant into her cunt and get her juices on my tongue as fast as I can, but I know I have to take my time. A body like hers deserves to be worshiped. I want our first experience together to be just as mind-numbing for her as I’m sure it’s going to be for me.

I freeze when my eyes lock onto her bare core. She’s completely shaved, her glistening arousal fully visible as I run my fingertip around the puffy skin that surrounds her slit. She’s so soft and warm—unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I bring my finger to my mouth, and my eyes roll back as soon as her sweetness explodes on my tongue.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” I breathe. “This horny pussy looks so pretty. Do you even know how gorgeous you are down here?”

“Oh my God,” she moans as I resume tracing around her entrance, dipping inside every now and then just to feel how wet she is for me. When I can’t take it any longer, I lean forward, swiping my tongue up her entire length. My eyes threaten to fall closed, but I fight the instinct because the look on her face when I wrap my lips around her clit is something I’ll be seeing long after we’re done here. Her gaze locks onto mine, and I swear I almost come in my pants at the pleading look that blankets her expression. She wants me to eat her as badly as I want her to soak my tongue, and I can’t wait to finally pull the first orgasm from her body with my mouth. Diving in, I suck in soft pulses as her swollen nub twitches in response, and her hips push up toward me. Unable to stop myself, I dig my fingers into the supple skin of her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent as I feast like I’ve been starving for this my entire life. Whimpers fill the air in the quiet room, and it takes a minute to register the fact that they’re not coming from her.

They’re coming from me.

I’m so fucking turned on by the taste of her, that I’m making sounds I’ve never heard before. They’re the desperate, suffering noises of a man who can’t get enough, even though everything he wants is pressed right against his lips.

“You’re so good at that,” she says with a gasp, and I feel my blood run like lava through my veins at the praise. “Suck my clit again.”

I follow her request, latching onto the swollen bundle of nerves and tugging gently, using my tongue to massage it at the same time. Her thighs close around my ears, and I slowly pry them away with my hands, spreading her so I can have full access to every inch of her dripping center. She moans loudly, her hips circling as she chases her release while reaching down to hold my head in place.

“Ace,” she gasps. “Oh my God. Don’t stop. I’m going to come.” My cock is painfully hard inside my pants, but I’m so focused on getting her there that I can’t even think about myself.

“Please,” I whimper into her skin, continuing with the exact same patterns and pressures that got her to this point. “Lark, please. Come for me.” I should be embarrassed by the way I’m begging, but I don’t fucking care. I’m desperate for it.

Her legs shake until her ass lifts from the bed, and she screams out her release. I feel her pussy contract against me, and I push my tongue inside, barely able to breach the tight muscle as wetness floods the inside of my mouth. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and I know without a doubt that I’m fully fucking addicted to this woman.

Her body relaxes into the mattress, still trembling as she loosens her grip on my hair. “Thank you,” I whisper as I lick gently, cleaning up the mess she’s made so that not a single drop goes to waste. “Thank you, baby. Fuck.” I’m shaking with adrenaline, taking one last swipe with my tongue before slowly kissing my way up her stomach, chest and neck.

“You’re incredible,” I say quietly, taking her lips with desperation. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I need you so bad.”

“Then have me,” she replies, reaching down and pulling my shirt over my head before throwing it aside. Her fingers skate down my bare chest and abs, coming to a stop at the button of my pants as she works them open, sliding the zipper down and giving my aching cock the room it’s been fighting for. I loop my thumb inside the waistband, pushing them down my legs and over my feet before bringing them back up to fish my wallet from the pocket. Taking out a condom, I place it on the mattress next to us, tossing the pants to the floor beside the bed. Lark reaches down, helping me out of my underwear and dropping them onto the pile as well.

“Fuck,” I say on a breath as I press my body to hers. The feel of her bare pussy against my shaft has me gritting my teeth so I don’t come before we even begin. I can’t stop myself from thrusting forward to see what it feels like as I push my head between her slick lips.

“Can I help you with this?” she says with a moan, holding up the condom between us. “I’m on birth control, just to ease your mind. And I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-husband. I was tested after we were separated, and everything was clean, so we’re being safe.” Part of me itches to tell her I don’t even want to use the condom. That I trust her and want to feel her without anything between us. But this is a lot for us both, so I think it’s smart to use it—at least this time.

I take the packet from her hand. “As much as I’d love that, I’m already hanging by a thread, baby. If you touch me, I might not make it inside you.” She giggles as I push back onto my knees, tearing into the foil wrapper with my teeth and removing the condom before rolling it down my length. When I’m sure it’s secure, I settle back on top of her.

“You sure about this?” I ask, rubbing my thumb along her cheek.

She smiles softly, her hands ghosting up and down my biceps. “Absolutely. Are you?”

I lean down, kissing her gently and resting my forehead against hers. “I’ve never been more positive about anything in my whole life.”

She nods, and I exhale, slowly pushing the crown of my cock inside her. The entire world stops spinning, and the only thing I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat pounding wildly in my chest. She’s so hot and tight, but as much as I should be focusing on how she feels wrapped around me, it’s not the physical effects of being connected in this way that are hitting me like a freight train. It’s the emotional ones.

Fuck. I think I’m falling in love with her.

“Oh, wow,” she whispers, taking quick, shallow breaths as she adjusts. “I knew you were big, but I don’t know if you’re going to fit now that part of you is inside me.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to laugh. If I was one of the guys from my books, I’d say something cheesy like We’ll make it fit , then push forward anyway. But this is real life. I have to take my time, even if it kills me.

“Is this amusing to you?” she asks, smirking. “No wonder that girl thought you were a bad lay. You didn’t even get to the fun part. She’s probably still walking funny.”

That’s all it takes for me to break, nuzzling my face into her neck and shaking with laughter. She joins in, giggling against my shoulder as her legs drop from where they’re wound around my hips. I press my lips to her soft skin in a chaste kiss, bringing my gaze to hers and realizing how amazing this moment is. Sex isn’t passion and fire all the time. Sometimes it’s awkward and clunky—but with the right person, it can be perfect.

“I’m sorry. You just really know how to feed a guy’s ego,” I say with a playful smile. All the nerves I was feeling before are long gone, and I couldn’t be happier that it’s Lark I’m sharing this moment with. Because while I’ve technically had sex before, this feels like my first time. It’s monumentally different than anything I’ve ever experienced, and deep down, I hope it’s the same for her.

I feel her inner muscles loosen, so I take the opportunity to sink in a couple more inches, never breaking eye contact as I slowly thrust my hips. Relief floods over her expression, so I pull back, pushing forward again gently to find her even wetter than before. Her ragged, uneven breaths turn into satisfied moans as I take my time, working inside and mentally high-fiving myself for not coming early. To be honest, being focused on her in this way has made me forget about my own needs altogether. Don’t get me wrong…it feels better than anything in the world, but I can wait until she’s completely ready before I take what my body craves.

Reaching between us, I press my thumb to her clit and rub in slow circles, making her tight walls relax enough for me to slide forward until I’ve bottomed out. She feels like heaven, and the contended sounds she’s making tell me that the discomfort she was experiencing moments ago has morphed into the same pleasure that’s consuming me right now.

“Look at you,” I praise. “Such a good girl swallowing my big cock with that pretty pussy. You’re doing great, baby.”

“Ace, please move,” she begs, and I pull back out before burying myself to the hilt, setting a steady pace as I fuck her. Her legs wrap around me, resting above my ass and urging me even deeper, although I don’t think it’s possible.

“Fuck,” I curse quietly, finally letting myself feel the way she grips my length as I slide in and out. Nothing could ever beat this. Not only am I with the most perfect woman, who’s an absolute dime seven days a week, but the emotional connection we’ve built is making this experience more than I could’ve imagined in my wildest dreams. This isn’t just fucking—it’s more . “You’re everything. You feel so good. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she replies. “I’ve never been this full.”

I lean forward, driving into her as I take her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing every moan that leaves her body. When I feel her muscles begin to squeeze me, I grind my pelvis against her clit and roll my hips in tight circles, praying like hell that I can get her there again.

“I can feel you getting close, Sweets,” I grit out. “Are you going to be my special girl and show me what it feels like to have my cock strangled?”

She nods rapidly before turning her head and shoving it into the pillow. Her hair bunches and knots as she squirms, creating the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. “Please don’t stop doing that. Make me come. Please. ” She’s pleading, but she doesn’t have to. There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever stop when she’s writhing under me like this. I’ll stay buried inside her pussy forever if it means bringing her this kind of pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” I coax, feeling warmth begin to course through my limbs, snaking its way toward my core. I know I’m getting close too, but I’m determined to make sure she’s completely satisfied before I finish. “Give it to me.”

A few more deep thrusts and her orgasm hits like a speeding train, her back bowing off the bed as I work her through it. She cries out, a string of unintelligible words and curses falling from her plump lips. The sensation of her contracting around me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, going on for so long that I’m unable to hold back.

My fists grip onto the edge of the pillow under her head as I piston my hips, finally letting go and fucking her without abandon. It doesn’t take much for my movements to become erratic and jerky, with my loud grunts filling the air around us. Electricity shoots through me, and everything goes white as I bury myself a final time, emptying my thick, hot load into the condom. I envision what it would be like without the barrier, filling her so full of my cum that it would leak out between us as I fucked her until she owned every drop. I hope someday she lets me mark her as mine in that way.

I slow my hips, lazily moving in and out of her as we ride out what’s left of our releases, taking in the sounds of our deep breaths while we come back down to earth. I’m on cloud nine right now with her satiated body pressed against me, and even though I just came, I’m already counting down the minutes until we can do it again.

“Holy shit,” I say on a quiet exhale, pressing my forehead to hers. “That was fucking insane. Are you okay?”

She nods, her chest heaving against mine. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’m not just saying that. It’s like you knew exactly what I needed.” Relief washes over me at her words. Going into this, my main concern was blocking out all the negative memories from my past and making it good for Lark. She deserves someone who gives her everything she could ever hope for, and I can’t think of anything I want more than to be that man for her. “How do you feel?”

I huff a laugh. “I don’t know if there are words to describe how I feel,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. “Like the luckiest guy in the world.” She looks up at me, her eyes full of emotion as I cup her cheek, unable to tear my gaze away. “Thank you…for being perfect for me. I’ve been scared for so long, and I knew life was passing me by. But it just never felt right—not like it does with you.”

She slides her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. We lie there, breathing each other in until I’ve gone completely soft inside her.

“I should probably take care of the condom and wash you up before this gets messy,” I say reluctantly. She groans as I pull out, hating it just as much as I do. I wish I could stay wrapped in her warmth all night, but we’ll be able to cuddle up once we’re done. Hopefully, she’ll stay tonight so I can wake up next to her again…and maybe go for round two if she’s up for it.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, padding toward the bathroom and flipping on the light switch. I remove the condom, tossing it into the trash before walking to the sink and turning on the warm tap. As I wait for the water to heat, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I’m frozen by my own reflection. I know I didn’t just lose my virginity, but I look different . My eyes are a brighter blue, my skin is still flushed and glistening with sweat, and there’s something else in my expression that I’ve never seen before. It may sound stupid, but I feel changed. Whether it’s from the sex or her, I don’t know. I’m guessing it’s probably a little bit of both because I can’t even imagine having this experience with anyone else.

I clean myself up, taking a second washcloth and getting it warm before returning to the bedroom. I know I didn’t come inside Lark, but she made one hell of a mess all over herself, and I want to take care of her. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I gently pull her ankle out so she’s spread open for me.

“Wha—you don’t have to do that,” she says as I carefully press the cloth to her sensitive pussy, wiping away the remnants of her orgasm. She winces slightly, and I pull back, looking at her with my brows knitted tight.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, concerned that she’s clearly in pain. I know I’m bigger than average, but I tried so hard to be careful. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept going after she mentioned me not fitting.

She shakes her head. “I’m a little sore because it’s been a long time, but I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt like you think. I’m just overstimulated from the orgasms.”

“It’s swollen,” I reply quietly. “Are you sure you’re alright? Did I do something wrong?”

She sits up. “Ace, remember our first lesson. If I was properly lubricated, which I definitely was, why else would I be swollen right now?”

Gripping the back of my neck, I think carefully before realization dawns on me. We did talk about this the first time she came to my hotel room. I remember being distracted by how hot she was while she went through the chapter, talking about the body’s physiological responses to sex.

“Increased blood flow,” I reply, making her smile proudly.

“Exactly. I’m perfect. You did nothing wrong.”

I shake my head, chuckling. “How unsexy is it that we’re reviewing course material after we just fucked?” Then again, all of that was a little different than I expected. We laughed, we had fun, and now we’re talking about it in a way that may not be normal for other couples, but for us—it just is.

She scoffs playfully. “I’m not here to be sexy. I’m here to make sure you pass Human Sexuality, and that was a learning moment.”

Tossing the cloth to the floor, I tackle her to the mattress, kissing her face as she giggles. “You’re sexy no matter what you’re doing, Sweets,” I reply, digging my fingers into her sides and reveling in the way her little laughs get louder.

“Ace, stop!” she says between heavy breaths. I take mercy on her, pressing my lips to hers once more before standing and pulling her to her feet. “Nooooo,” she groans as I lead her to the bathroom, ushering her inside.

“Go pee,” I order. “Then get your fine ass back in my bed so I can hold you.” I close the door, hearing her mumble something about me being so bossy as I walk over and pull the blankets down, sliding under them while I wait for her to finish. I take a few seconds to think about everything that just happened and all the things I felt. There was no denying the emotions that washed over me as I pushed inside her for the first time. I’m falling for Lark Dawson, and I don’t know if she feels the same. I’d like to think there’s no way she doesn’t, but I’m also not dumb enough to believe all her reservations just magically disappeared because we had sex. I’m glad she agreed to open her mind to the possibility of us, but are the things I’m doing enough to make her think it would be worth the risk?

The bathroom door opens, and she emerges, still completely naked. Just like the first time I saw her, every breath is sucked from my body, and all the anxiety I felt moments ago falls away, only to be replaced by the warmth of being in her presence. We might have a lot to talk about, but for now, I just want to enjoy the rest of the night in our little bubble. Finals week is coming up, and if she decides to move on without me, I don’t want the last of our time together to be anything less than a perfect memory of the most amazing summer of my life.

“Come here, baby,” I say, lifting the sheet for her to climb in beside me. As soon as she’s within my reach, I pull her under my arm, wrapping it around her protectively as she snuggles her soft body into mine. “Will you stay with me tonight?” I can’t imagine sleeping alone after what we just did.

“Only if you promise to do that thing with your tongue again in the morning,” she quips, making me laugh.

“You liked that, huh? I suppose that can be arranged.” I kiss the top of her head, holding her tightly and hoping that this is only the beginning of a lifetime of nights just like this one.