26. AceLark
TWENTY-SIX
ACE
ACE:
Last review night before the big exam, Sweets. You ready?
LARK:
You don’t even need it. You know this material inside and out.
ACE:
So. Maybe I just want to hear my girl talk to me about dirty shit. Is that a crime?
LARK:
No, but you could be resting. You have some big games coming up.
ACE:
Speaking of games…the stuff we ordered came today and it’s my turn to pick the role-play.
LARK:
Are you sure you want to do this?
ACE:
Yep. And you can say you were joking all you want, but we both know you’re into it.
LARK:
Only one way to find out.
I toss my phone into my duffel bag, pulling out my batting glove and fitting it over my hand. I’m at the practice facility for another hour. Then I’m meeting Lark back at my place for one last study session. The final exam will be posted to the student portal on Monday morning, and then we have until midnight on Sunday to turn it in. She’s right—I don’t really need the review, but I have plans for tonight that I think we’re both going to enjoy.
“You’re up, Mathers,” the hitting coach yells as I put my helmet on and walk into the netted area. I take a few practice swings, loosening my shoulders before getting into my stance and awaiting the pitch. He throws it, and I bring the bat around, connecting and sending a grounder between second and third base.
“You’re chopping down on your swing,” he says. “Angle upward next time.”
I nod, choking up on the bat and watching as he throws another one. This time, I follow his instructions, hitting the ball at a lower point. A loud crack breaks through the air as the bat makes contact, sending the pitch over the fence with plenty of distance to spare.
“Good. Again,” he says, and I repeat the action several times, each one cleaner than the last. We spend a while perfecting my technique, making sure I’m ready for the next series before I return to the locker room to shower and gather my things.
By the time I’m driving along the ocean on my way home, the sun is already setting. Water rolls toward the shore, eating up the sand for a moment before pulling away. I look out the windshield, enjoying the view and the excitement of having a beautiful girl waiting for me when I get back to my apartment. I’ve convinced Lark that it’s easier for me if she’s set up and ready to work when I walk in the door, but I’ll admit I have other reasons for giving her access to come and go.
After my grandma died, my life felt so empty. Although it was a bit of a trek, I visited her several times a week when I was in the minors and even got her to come to a few home games before she became too weak. But once she was gone, I was completely alone. Sure, I’d go out with the guys and dance with women, but at the end of the night, I’d walk into a dark house or hotel room and get into an empty bed. Even though I made the choices that got me there, it was still lonely as fuck.
Now, there are times when I find myself going well over the speed limit just to get home if I know Lark is there. And she never fucking disappoints. Whether we’re here in Daytona or on the road, I know that beautiful smile will be waiting to welcome me back as soon as I step through the door. I don’t care that we haven’t known each other that long or how many years apart we are in age—I know, without a doubt, that I want her forever.
“Baby?” I say, walking in and setting my keys in the decorative bowl on the entry table. “Are you here?” The lights are dim, and music filters through the speaker system, but she’s not curled up on the couch with her laptop like she normally is when I get home.
“Sweets, where are you?” I call out, making my way toward the bedroom, where I’m completely frozen by the sight in front of me as soon as I step inside.
“Welcome to class, Mr. Mathers.”
Fuck.
LARK
“Holy shit,” Ace chokes out as I sit on the edge of the bed, a devious smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. After he blew my mind with our last role-play, I wanted to do something extra special to celebrate him making it through his course. I did a little shopping for the perfect outfit to go along with tonight’s study session, and I feel sexy as hell. My blonde hair is pulled into a bun on top of my head with rogue strands framing my face, and plastic-framed glasses sit on my nose for the full naughty teacher effect. His eyes lock onto the black lace bra that pushes my tits up so they’re spilling out of the cups just the way he likes. Slowly dragging his gaze down my body, he stops at the indecently short plaid skirt that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, including the matching lace thong underneath. Black patent leather stilettos adorn my feet, and by the look on his face, he likes what he sees—a lot.
I rise, sauntering over to where he’s standing like a statue, barely breathing. Stopping in front of him, I drag a finger down his chest, watching his throat work as he swallows thickly. A mixture of nerves and excitement radiate from his expression, and I take a moment to remind him that he’s still in charge.
“Use your colors at any time,” I say quietly, and he nods in understanding. We’re both still experimenting to figure out what we like, so we need to communicate at all times to make it work.
“Good boy,” I reply. “Why don’t you have a seat on the bed, and we’ll get started?” He doesn’t hesitate, moving over and taking his spot at the end of the mattress as I open my textbook and stand in front of him.
“I’m going to quiz you on some of the material you’ve learned this semester. If you answer right, you’ll be rewarded. If you answer wrong, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he rasps, and my core clenches in response. Normally, as a woman in my thirties, I cringe whenever someone calls me that. But coming from his lips in this situation? So fucking hot.
“Okay,” I reply. “First question. Where are most of the nerve endings inside the vagina located?”
He takes a minute to think, shaking his head several times as though he’s trying to clear it of all the impure thoughts I’m sure he’s having. I inwardly chuckle at the way he’s already struggling.
Shifting from one foot to the other, I put a hand on my hip and give him a stern look. “Come on, Ace,” I taunt. “You want a reward, don’t you? Answer the question.”
He furrows his brows, taking a chance. “The outer third of its length?”
I smile coyly. “That’s right.” He exhales a relieved breath as I step out of my shoes, pushing them aside with my foot before setting my book on the bed and straddling his lap. I take off my glasses, tossing them across the room to get them out of the way. His hands immediately go to my ass as I settle myself on his already semi-hard cock and lean in, licking across his lips. He opens for me, and I plunge my tongue inside, kissing the breath from him as he grinds me along his length. He moans into my mouth, clearly needing more, but I don’t give it—instead, I stand back on my feet and grab the textbook before stepping away.
“Goddamn it,” he mutters breathlessly, adjusting his erection while I pretend to act unaffected. Turning a few pages, I choose the next question.
“Where is pre-ejaculate fluid produced?” His brows pinch and he fidgets with the comforter while he thinks, but I can tell he’s unsure.
“Can you repeat the question?” he asks, attempting to buy more time. This is a tough one, so I show a little mercy, leaning down so my hand is on his thigh as I look straight into his deep blue eyes.
“That pre-cum you leak every time you think of fucking me—where does it come from?” I say slowly, biting my lip as he groans in pain. I know he’s fully hard now because the evidence of his arousal is tenting his sweatpants. I want nothing more than to climb on and fuck him until we both explode, but this is his role-play, and I won’t stop until I’m sure he gets everything he’s asked for and more.
He clears his throat, swallowing. “The prostate gland?”
The corner of my mouth tugs up in a devilish grin as I shake my head. “Wrong. Clothes off, then get on all fours for me.” He obeys immediately, standing and undressing himself before climbing back onto the mattress, settling on his hands and knees with his ass facing me. Enjoying the view for a moment, I leisurely rid myself of my skirt, thong and bra, letting them fall into a pile at my feet.
“Maybe you need an anatomy lesson,” I say, sauntering over to where the box of items we ordered for tonight sits on the dresser and taking out what I need. I opened and cleaned everything before he got here, so it’s all ready to go.
Crawling up beside him, I set it down, then move my hand to his cock that hangs heavy between his legs and swipe the bead of moisture that leaks from the tip. I bring it in front of his face, showing him as I rub it between my fingertips. “During the plateau phase of arousal, pre-ejaculate is secreted from the Cowper’s gland, providing additional lubricant for intercourse.” He watches as I lift it to my mouth, sucking his sweetness onto my tongue with a satisfied moan. His head falls, and I don’t miss the small thrust of his hips, telling me that he’s so turned on that desperation is beginning to set in.
“The prostate gland,” I continue, “is where the largest portion of ejaculate is produced. It’s also an erogenous zone with several nerve endings that, when stimulated, can result in very intense orgasms.” Reaching over, I take the bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount onto my finger before dripping more down the cleft of his muscular ass. He flinches at first, so I take a minute to check in.
“Do you still want to do this?” I ask quietly. We’ve talked about it on multiple occasions, but he knows he can change his mind at any time.
“Yes,” he whispers, lowering to his elbows and spreading his thighs apart to give me better access. I rub my fingertip around his rim, making sure there’s more than enough lube for me to slide around easily. Even though we’re pretending this is a punishment, I don’t want anything I do to hurt him, so taking my time during prep is extremely important. His breathing quickens, and he sinks down even lower, arching his back as he relaxes. When I’m sure he’s ready, I add pressure, entering him up to the first knuckle while his muscles clench around me.
“You’re doing great, baby,” I praise, and I feel him loosen in response. I retreat slightly, pushing back in further and earning a deep moan that tells me he doesn’t dislike how it feels. “Do you want more?”
“Mhmm,” he replies, so I push until I bottom out, stopping to let him adjust.
“You are so fucking hot, Ace,” I say, looking at where I’m buried inside him. “How does it feel?”
He exhales a shaky breath. “Like I need more. Please .”
“You have to earn it,” I reply, using my free hand to pull the textbook toward me. “What’s the name of the theory that suggests that romantic relationships are more likely to occur between people who spend time together in a physical space?”
His fists clench the comforter above his head as his body shakes with need. “P-proximity effect,” he stutters.
“Correct,” I reply, squeezing more lube over his tight hole before working another finger inside. A guttural groan leaves him as I twist my hand, finding his prostate and applying enough pressure to make his toes curl beside me. He pushes back in search of more, and I take the opportunity to slide the rest of the way in, giving him every inch I have to offer— at least for now . I pump in and out, and he meets me, thrust for agonizingly slow thrust.
“That feels so good, doesn’t it?” I mock. “I can tell by the way you’re trying to ride my hand.”
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Please.”
“What, baby?” I question. “Use your words and tell me what you want.”
He swallows, rocking his hips gently as I rub my free hand up and down his back. “I want you to fuck me.”
I remove my fingers, earning a desperate moan of frustration, and reach for the strapless strap-on dildo we picked out. After doing some research, we agreed that a regular strap-on harness was way too intimidating, so we opted for this one, which is geared toward beginners. The shaft is long, but barely wider than a few of my fingers, so it’ll be comfortable for him. The end that goes inside me curves forward to rest against my G-spot, giving stimulation every time I thrust.
“I should lick your pussy first,” he says. “I want to make sure you’re ready.”
I giggle. “Ace, I’m dripping down the insides of my thighs from playing with your ass. I’m ready, I promise.” I swipe a finger between my legs, holding it up to show him I’m telling the truth.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says on a forced exhale, and I lean in, locking my mouth to his. Stars explode behind my eyes as his tongue slides against mine, and my clit throbs with desire. I’ll never get enough of the way his kisses possess me.
“Are you ready?” I ask, and he nods in consent. I can tell he's nervous, but I know he wants it just as badly as I do. This role-play was his idea, right down to ordering the toy we chose and having it delivered.
Picking up the dildo, I drag my end through the wetness that leaks from my pussy before slowly pressing it inside. I sigh as it pushes against my walls, giving me a small taste of the relief I'm about to experience once I start thrusting into him. I need to be patient, though. As much as I'd love to chase my own orgasm, making it good for Ace is my main priority.
“Use your colors if you need to,” I say, letting a generous amount of lube drip onto the toy before stroking up and down with my fist to coat it. I whimper quietly as I pull, the curved end inside me bumping against my most sensitive spot and nearly making me come with how good it feels already.
Squeezing a little more of the slippery liquid onto his tight hole, I toss the bottle aside and notch the head of the dildo at his entrance. I feel him clench against it immediately, so I rub my hand across his lower back, trying my best to comfort him.
“It’s okay, baby,” I say softly. “You’re doing great. Just try to relax and let me in.” I feel him sink into the mattress, so I carefully drive forward, watching with rapt attention as he swallows the first inch. A quiet exhale leaves his lungs, and to my surprise, he pushes back enough to take the toy even more.
“Slow down, Ace,” I say. “Let yourself adjust. Are you okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums. “I need more.” His body is trembling, but not with the nerves he was displaying just moments ago. He’s so desperate that I can tell he's seconds away from begging me to sink the rest of the way in. So, I give him what he wants, gripping his hips and thrusting forward until my pelvis is pressed tightly to his ass.
A needy whine pushes past his lips as I pull back, slowly burying the dildo inside him again and making it press against my walls. Pleasure zips through my limbs as I pick up my pace, our moans and heavy breaths mixing in the air as I fuck him.
“Look at you,” I say, taking a cheek in each hand and pulling them apart so I can enter him even deeper. “Such a good boy taking your tutor’s cock in this pretty hole. I wish you could see how sexy you are right now.”
“Fuck,” he chokes out. “It’s unreal. I want to come so bad.”
“Sit up with your hands on your knees,” I order, reaching down and taking a fistful of his hair to guide him up. It's a weird angle, so I have to shift myself a little, but I'm able to reach around, gripping his hard cock in my hand and stroking as I thrust. He whimpers loudly as I squeeze, jerking him in time with each snap of my hips.
“Fuck, Lark! I’m going to come! I can’t?—”
“Come for me, baby,” I reply, cutting him off. “Come all over my hand while I fuck your ass.”
Seconds later, his body stiffens as cum shoots from his tip like a fountain, missing my hand entirely and covering the pillow and headboard in front of us. He convulses wildly as it goes on for what feels like minutes, crying out in ecstasy and nearly dropping forward. I wrap my arm around his chest, holding his large frame against me as tightly as I can. When I’m sure he’s spent, I loosen my grip, letting him slump onto the bed as the toy pulls from his ass. I remove it from my soaked pussy, ignoring the pulsing throb inside me as I focus on providing the aftercare I’m sure he needs.
I scoot beside him, where he’s hunched face-first over the pillow, breathing heavily as he recovers. Kissing his cheek, I bring my lips to his ear. “You did such a good job,” I praise. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You didn’t come,” he says, turning his head and peeling his exhausted eyes open to look at me.
“I don’t need to,” I reply with a reassuring smile. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Apparently, that's the wrong answer, because he sits up, wraps a hand around my throat, and throws me down onto the mattress. I gasp in surprise as he hovers over me, his eyes darkening in a way I’ve never seen before. He shoves my thighs apart, kneeling between them, and if I didn’t trust him with every fiber of my being, I’d be terrified right now by the look on his face alone.
“I’m not okay until this wet little cunt is sobbing all over these sheets,” he says, slamming his long, thick cock into me. A scream gets caught in my throat as he bottoms out, lifting my ass from the bed with his large hands and rutting into me. He just came two minutes ago, but he’s as hard as granite, fucking me like an unhinged animal while I stretch and struggle to take him.
“Oh my God!” I moan loudly, succumbing to the numbness that’s flooding my entire body as he fucks it like he owns it. “Ace!”
“That’s right,” he grits out. “Tell the world whose pussy this is, Sweets.”
“It’s yours!” I reply, clawing at his chest in an attempt to hold onto something as my orgasm barrels toward me. I’m so worked up from the way the toy was pressing against me while I fucked him that it doesn’t take much to get me to the edge. Every muscle inside me is wound whipcord tight, just waiting for that final thrust to push me over. He leans down, plunging his tongue between my open lips in a demanding kiss, and that’s it. I shatter around him, digging my nails into his skin and screaming unintelligible words as I come harder than I ever have in my life. He grunts loudly, a full-body tremor working its way through him as he empties everything he has left to give into me, not stopping until we’re both unable to go on for another second.
“You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers, ghosting his lips down my face as I return to awareness. “So fucking perfect. Are you okay?”
I exhale a breathy laugh. “ I’m supposed to be asking you that.”
“I’m more than okay,” he replies, smoothing a strand of hair from my face before dropping his lips to mine. “Did you like it?”
I nod my head. “Mhmm. Especially the part where you grabbed my throat and threw me.”
His brows shoot up, surprise overtaking his expression. “Noted, dirty girl. We’ll circle back to that during the next role-play.” I smile, completely dick-drunk, as he stands, disappearing for a moment and returning with a warm washcloth. Bringing it between my legs, he carefully wipes away the mess we made, tossing it to the floor and climbing back into bed.
“You highjacked my aftercare,” I whine, snuggling into him, my heavy eyes falling closed as his heart beats against my ear.
“This is all I need,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “Falling asleep with you in my arms, knowing your face is the first thing I’ll see when I open my eyes, is more than enough for me.”
I exhale contentedly, reality washing over me like a warm wave. Monroe was right. I’m so in love with this man that it’s almost impossible to hold the words inside. What started as giving him a small, terrified corner of my heart has turned into him consuming the entire thing. I’m powerless to stop it…not that I want to anymore.
Ace Mathers was made to be mine. And although I attempted to fight it for far too long, I know now that I am undeniably and unwaveringly his.