Scoring Position (Daytona Fury #2)

30. Ace

THIRTY

ACE

“Admit it,” Lark says, popping a gummy bear into her mouth.

“I will do no such thing,” I reply sternly, shaking my head. Her jaw drops in shock as she points at the television, where the end credits are rolling up the screen. I’m off today, so we’ve been lounging around, watching movies and eating junk food in our pajamas. Well, I’m in pajamas—she’s in one of my oversized t-shirts, looking as sexy as ever with her hair in a messy bun on top of her head.

“You’re going to look me dead in the eye and say that The Sandlot is not a better movie than Rookie of the Year ?”

I pause, pretending to think before giving her a tight nod. “Yeah.”

“I give us three months,” she mumbles, standing from the couch. I dart my arm out, wrapping it around her waist and hauling her back on top of me as she giggles loudly.

“What did you say?” I ask, tickling her sides as she squirms to get away. She continues laughing as I dig my fingertips into her soft flesh.

“I s-said…” she stutters between wheezes, “said I give us thr—” I cut her off with a chaste kiss, because if she repeats herself, I’m going to put her over my knee and turn her ass red.

“We’re forever,” I say, kissing down toward her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access. “Say it.”

“Ace,” she moans as my lips warm against the heat of her silky skin.

“Say it,” I repeat, reaching up her shirt and pinching a peaked nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. She exhales a shaky breath, enjoying the onslaught of sensations a moment longer before she grants my request.

“We’re forever.” The words are barely a whisper, but she may as well be tattooing them on my heart with the way they make me feel. I’ve never been this happy in my entire life. Waking up next to her is a feeling that, even though I know I have so many amazing days ahead of me, can’t be topped. I’ll never tire of watching her pouty lips part as she snores softly, lost in what I hope are dreams of the future we’re going to build. The house with the big yard. Vacations in the mountains. Christmases in our home with as many babies as she wants to give me. I crave it all so badly that it causes a physical ache in my chest just thinking about it.

“That’s right, baby. You and me, no matter what.” I coast my hands along her body, earning the sweetest whimpers and moans as she squeezes her legs together for relief. Just as I’m about to part them with the back of my hand, a vibration rumbles against the wood of the coffee table. Ignoring it, I continue my descent, but she turns her head, sitting up abruptly.

“Wha—” I start to protest, but she leans forward, lifting my phone.

“It’s a notification from the university’s app. Your grade was updated.”

I sit up, pulling her into my lap. “Open it, Sweets.”

She hesitates, chewing the inside of her cheek nervously. We’ve been waiting over a week for these results, and the more time that went by, the more worried I became that I’d fucked it up. The last thing I want to do is let her down after all the work she put into helping me get through the semester.

“Look at me,” she says, cupping my face and capturing my attention. Fuck, she’s pretty . “Whatever happens, I’m proud of you. Your grandma is, too. I’m sure of it.” I blink back the tears that are threatening to fill my eyes, swallowing thickly. This is another one of those moments—where you feel everything shift. Where you know your life is about to change, and there’s nothing you can do but make the leap, hoping for a soft place to land. She’s that place for me. She has been since the first time I kissed her.

“I love you, Lark,” I whisper, losing the battle as a single tear falls down my cheek. I don’t know if it’s the nerves, the way she spoke for my grandma by saying they were proud of me, or just the magnitude of my confession, but I don’t want to hide the emotions as they flow through me. I want her to see all of it. Taking her hands in mine, I bring them to my chest so she can feel the way my heart beats wildly for her. “If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s that you shouldn’t wait to tell someone what they mean to you. You should do it as often and as loudly as possible because you never know what tomorrow holds. I’ve loved you for a while now, and I wasted precious time that we’ll never be able to get back because I thought it was too soon. I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same. If you’re not there yet, that’s okay. I’ll happily wait forever to hear you say it back if that’s how long it takes. I just couldn’t go another second without telling you that I’m in love with you.”

Anxiety washes over me as I wait for her reply, praying that my admission wasn’t too much. It’ll break me if she doesn’t feel the same, but I need her to know where I’m at—that I’m all in on us.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she tilts her head to the sky as a smile blooms across her face. Inhaling deeply, she soaks in the moment for a few beats longer before finally returning her gaze to mine. She looks relieved, like the entire world has just been lifted off her shoulders, as she leans in and takes my lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you too. So, so much.” Her chin quivers, tears falling from her eyes as I cradle her cheeks and wipe them away with my thumbs. This is the only way I’ll ever make her cry—by overwhelming her with the love and support she’s deserved all her life. I’ll always be careful with her heart, knowing it’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.

Suddenly, my test grade doesn’t exist—only Lark does. Lowering her back down to the couch, I fuse my lips to hers, licking at the seam until they go slack. I push my tongue inside, tangling it with hers as I settle between her soft thighs. She exhales a sharp breath as I grind my growing erection against her center, lifting her hips and creating the sweetest friction between us. I don’t stop kissing her, reaching down and pushing her panties to the side as I swipe my middle finger over her swollen clit.

“Fuuuuck,” I curse into her mouth as I press down, feeling her wetness coat my skin while I rub in tight circles. “Always such a good girl, getting wet and ready to take my fat cock.”

“Ace, please, I can’t—” she whines, sucking in a gasp as I sink two fingers into her tight heat. Pumping in and out slowly, I stroke her walls, leaking precum as she loosens enough to take me.

“You want it, baby?” I ask, removing my fingers and sucking them clean before I pull my pants and boxers down my legs. I rip her shirt and panties off, desperation fueling my actions as I throw them over the back of the couch. She’s braless, her nipples hardening as soon as they’re exposed to the cool air in the room. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lower down, enjoying the way they feel pressed against the firm muscles of my chest. Her hot, wet slit pulses against my bare shaft, and I have to grit my teeth so I don’t come all over her before I even get inside.

“No, I don’t want it. I need it ,” she begs. I love when she’s desperate like this. Being in control of her pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I want to make her see stars until she breaks, crying big, swollen tears while pleading for me to stop.

“That’s my sweet girl,” I praise. “I can’t wait to feel you gush around me.” She whimpers at the dirty words, writhing around against the couch until I slowly surge forward, breaching her opening with the head of my cock. Her muscles clench in protest to the intrusion, attempting to push me out. I spit into my hand, smoothing the saliva over my fingers with my thumb before reaching down and splitting them around the spot where we’re joined. I massage the swollen flesh that’s hugging my girth, waiting for the breathy moan that tells me it’s safe to feed her a few more inches. Sliding deeper for a moment, I drag my heavy shaft back out before pushing forward again, this time continuing until I’m buried as far as her body will take me.

“Oh my God,” she moans as I keep a steady tempo, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around me. I encircle a gentle hand around her throat, holding her in place as I fuck into her.

“This cunt is mine,” I say, looking down as she swallows me whole with every thrust. “I’m going to paint your insides with my cum until you taste it on the back of your tongue. You’ll never forget who you belong to, because I’ll be dripping from your lips long after I’m gone.”

A low moan tumbles from her mouth, and her eyes roll back, so I squeeze my fingers against the sides of her throat, capturing her attention once again. Her hands shoot to my wrist, but she doesn’t pull me away. Instead, she holds me there.

“You want me to make you float, baby?” I ask, earning a frantic nod. We discussed breath play during our lesson on kinks and fetishes, and I became obsessed with learning all about it. I wasn’t sure if we had the level of trust it requires before. But now? There’s no question.

“I want that too,” I reply, letting her know that she has my consent to do this, as well. “Hold onto me. Only remove your hand if you want to stop.” She nods again, giving me her full attention as I flex my fingers slowly, pressing into the delicate skin underneath. My heart beats wildly inside my rib cage with the power coursing through me, and I do my best to stay focused on her face as she slowly begins to fade away. Increasing the pressure on her pulse points, I stay present, ready to let go at the first sign that it’s becoming too much. But she’s as into it as I am. Her hand stays wrapped around my wrist firmly, never flinching with indecision for a single moment.

Pounding into her, I take in the sight of her tits bouncing, the sound of my thighs slapping against her full ass filling the room. I swear, she’s like a work of art when she’s getting fucked. Her pussy begins to contract as I steal the oxygen from her body, signaling to me that she’s ready to fall over the edge. I relax my grip right before her climax tears through her, watching as she shakes violently from the sudden onslaught of adrenaline. Sucking in big gulps of air, she attempts to fill her lungs, but it’s futile with the way she’s screaming in ecstasy.

“That’s my beautiful little whore,” I praise, jerking into her as she rides it out. “Coming so hard from being choked and fucked at the same time.” Her release flows through her in waves, finally ebbing away as her body settles back into the cushions.

Her eyes flutter open, focusing on me as I slow the movement of my hips, gently skimming my fingertips over her warm cheek.

“You okay?” I ask. “Can I have a color?” Even though we aren’t in the middle of a scene, I still want to make sure what I’m doing is okay. It’s been an emotional evening, and if any of my words or actions are missing their mark, I need her to tell me.

“Green,” she says on a quiet moan before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, obviously still riding the high from her orgasm.

“You’re so perfect,” I reply, leaning down and brushing my lips against hers. “Tell me if you need to rest.” She nods in understanding, and I fuck her in slow, languid strokes, giving her time to recover. I feel like I could go all night, edging myself with her pussy until the sun comes up. If I had my way, I’d never leave her warmth.

“Ace,” she whimpers, looking up at me like I’m the center of her world. Her blue eyes are sparkling with emotion, and I can’t stop a smile from breaking free when I think about the fact that she’s all mine.

“What, baby?” I reply, leaning down and sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth. Her hands shoot to my hair, holding me close as she arches into me.

“I l-love you. You feel s-so good,” she stammers.

“I love you too,” I say against the pebbled bud, feeling her grow even wetter with every swipe of my tongue. “Give me another orgasm. Milk my cock so I can watch it drip out.” Leaning away just barely, I slide my hand between us, rubbing her clit as I pick up speed. I fuck her hard, feeling my balls draw up tight as my thrusts become sloppier. Her inner muscles clamp down, her face twisting with pleasure when she shatters again, this time pulling me under right beside her. My dick swells and pulses, spilling inside her until I’m completely empty. I lower down, careful not to crush her as I savor the post-nut high, my entire body humming with satisfaction. Nuzzling my head into her shoulder, I inhale the scent of her freshly fucked skin, which has become one of my favorite things to do. She smells like me, and it gives me a sense of possession that feels unlike anything else in this universe.

I sit up, reluctantly pulling out. She groans in protest, making me laugh as I scoot down the couch, settling between her legs. Using my fingers to spread her swollen lips apart, I wait impatiently for her to give me what I want.

“Push for me, Sweets,” I instruct. She does, and I watch as my cum slowly drips out, running over the sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. Instinctively, I reach forward, using a finger to scoop it up before shoving it all back inside. It’s one thing to fill her up, but it’s something entirely different to force it where it belongs, making sure that not a single drop goes to waste.

I know I’m only twenty-one, and this relationship is in its beginning stages, but I can’t stop myself from dreaming about the way she’ll look carrying my child. I’ll give her everything she could ever want, even if it means rubbing her back for hours or making multiple trips to the grocery store in the middle of the night for whatever she and our baby are craving. I never had a dad, so I’m determined to be the best one ever. And I already know Lark will be an amazing mother.

Placing a gentle kiss under her navel, I work my way back up, breathing her in once more before pulling my phone from where it’s been wedged between the cushions. Handing it to her, I wait nervously. “How’d I do?”

She swipes up on the screen, opening the app and giving it her full attention while it loads. Tapping a few times, I watch as her eyes light up and her jaw drops. “You got an eighty-two! You passed!”

“Fuck yeah!” I shout, pumping my fist in triumph before wrapping my arms around her and peppering sloppy kisses all over her face. She giggles in response, halfheartedly trying to break free from the assault. I show mercy, sitting up and pulling her with me as I hug her tightly. “Thank you,” I say with a smile. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

She cups my cheeks, kissing me softly before standing and reaching out to pull me from the couch. “Come on, Mr. Soon-to-be College Grad. You can show your appreciation by cleaning up the mess you made in the shower.” I look down at where I marked between her legs, feeling like a caveman at the thought of caring for her that way. It’ll never get old. I live and breathe to give this woman what she wants.

“Lead the way, baby.”