Chapter 11
ANDREA
T he headlights slice through the darkness, sweeping across the trees. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might crack open my ribs. The truck rumbles to a stop, and for a second, we just sit there, breathing heavily, suspended in the kind of tension that feels like it might combust.
“Here we are,” Ace says, his voice rough and low. He reaches for his door handle, but I grab his wrist before he can move.
“Wait.”
He looks at me, and the force of his gaze punches the air right out of my lungs. “I can’t wait until we get inside,” I whisper.
I reach up and run my hand along his jaw, smiling at the coarse feel of his beard stubble against my skin. In a flash, his hands are on me, pulling me into a deep and probing kiss. He pulls me tight in his arms, and we make out with the enthusiasm and intensity of teenagers. When we pause for breath, the windows of his truck are steamed up.
I move across the console and straddle his lap. My dress rides up, bunching around my hips as I sit on his lap, grinding down on his thick cock and teasing both of us.
“Christ, Andrea,” he growls, fisting my hair and dragging my mouth to his. “Three fuckin’ years.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, rough and claiming. His tongue plunges deep and sweeps through my mouth. He kisses me like he’s starving—and I’m the only thing that will ever satisfy him.
The steering wheel bites into my back, but I barely register it. All I can feel is the rigid heat of him pressing against my soaked panties. I rock against him, desperate, the pressure unbearable.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he gasps against my mouth, grabbing my hips and grinding me down harder against his cock. “You drive me fuckin’ insane, Andrea.”
A broken sound tears from my throat. Every nerve in my body is electrified—the friction of his hard cock delicious. I grind down on him, my clit throbbing and aching. I want to get inside and for Ace to get inside me, but I don’t want to stop this . Not after waiting for so long. I don’t want to let go of him for even a moment.
I clutch at his shirt, yanking open buttons, desperate for skin. His chest is a furnace beneath my palms, smooth and hard, the muscles flexing as he moves. I scrape my nails down his chest, a new kind of pleasure rising in me as he shudders under my touch and moans my name.
His hands are everywhere—gripping my ass, sliding up my thighs, squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. When he pushes the neckline down and frees one breast, his mouth descends with a feral groan.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping lightly, tongue flicking the sensitive tip. I arch against him, moaning helplessly. My panties are soaked, clinging to me, and every grind of my hips makes the desperate ache grow sharper, hotter.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he pants against my skin. “So sweet...so fuckin’ mine.”
The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat and need. His fingers slide under my panties, dragging the soaked fabric aside.
“You’re dripping,” he groans, pressing the pad of his thumb against my swollen clit. “Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for me.”
A desperate whimper rips from me. I clutch his shoulders, riding his hand shamelessly as he circles my clit, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.
“I’ve been ready for you for a long time. I need you,” I gasp. “Need you inside me.”
He growls low in his throat, a raw, dangerous sound. “Inside. Now.”
The scramble from truck to cabin is frantic—clothes half-askew, mouths locked together, hands roaming with greedy urgency. Ace shoves the cabin door open, kicks it shut behind us, and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing.
He carries me down the hallway, his mouth on my neck, my jaw, biting and kissing and making me moan. I squirm with anticipation as his hard cock presses against me.
He sets me down at the edge of the massive bed, breathing hard, his hands cradling my face.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he says quietly, his forehead leaning against mine. “Tell me before I lose all control.”
In answer by standing and reaching behind me, and tug down the zipper of my dress. Slowly. The sound is sharp in the silence between us.
The lavender fabric slips from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in lace panties, stockings, and nothing else.
Ace stares at me, his eyes wide. He reaches down and rubs his cock through his pants.
“Jesus Christ,” he says hoarsely. “You’re killin’ me.”
He strips off his clothes with frantic hands, muscles rippling, cock springing free—thick, long, glistening with pre-cum. I can’t tear my eyes away. I lick my lips, hungry.
“Come here,” I whisper, reaching for him.
Ace prowls toward me and cups my face in one hand, his other sliding down my body, claiming every inch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
He bends and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and lightly scraping his teeth against me. His other hand kneads my other breast, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I arch into him, desperate to feel him inside me.
He lowers me onto the bed, spreading me wide as he kneels in front of me. When he buries his face between my thighs without hesitation, I whimper as his tongue teases my soaked folds. He’s relentless, lapping, sucking, teasing my clit until my body bucks against his tongue and my orgasm gains force inside me.
He slips first one, then two, fingers inside me, thrusting in a rhythm that drives me wild and increases my hunger for him.
“Come for me, sunshine,” he growls against my slick flesh, his tongue never letting up.
I run my fingers through his dark hair, and stars explode behind my eyes as I come hard on his tongue. He holds me down, feasting on every tremble of pleasure and licking me until I’m whimpering.
When he rises above me, his lips are slick with my juices, his smile pure male satisfaction.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous when you come,” he says roughly.
I drag him down for a kiss, love the taste of myself on his lips.
“Please,” I pant, reaching for his cock. It’s hot and heavy in my hand, the silky skin hard and trembling in my hand. “I need you inside me.”
He moves quickly over my body, the broad head of his cock nudging against my soaked, slick core.
“Look at me,” he orders, voice low and commanding.
I meet his eyes as he sinks into me, inch by thick inch, stretching me and making me cry out. The burn is exquisite, perfect, everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
“Fuck,” he groans, burying himself to the hilt. “You feel amazing.”
I clutch his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he starts to move—slow at first, then faster, deeper, grinding against that perfect spot inside me.
“Harder,” I gasp. “Ace, please—harder.”
He obeys with a growl, pounding into me, each thrust driving the breath from my lungs, each collision sending new sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Say you’re mine,” he groans, hips slamming into mine. “Tell me, Andrea.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, clinging to him as he drives me higher, closer. “Forever.”
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing hard, relentlessly. I didn’t even know I could rush toward another orgasm so fast, but a new one builds in me so fast that I can’t slow down. I’m thrusting my hips up against Ace and he teases my clit. I’m about to explode.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come on my cock. Show me who you belong to.”
His words send me over the edge, and a fresh orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I cry out at the overwhelming intensity of it, my body clenching around him. He groans my name, a savage growl tearing from his chest as he pumps into me, his body shaking and then stilling after he comes.
He collapses onto me, still buried deep, his body a trembling weight, his heart hammering against mine.
“I love you,” he pants against my neck. “Fuck, Andrea. I love you so much it scares me.”
Tears prick my eyes, overwhelmed with everything I feel.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, not wanting to ever let go. “I love you, too.”
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