Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
AINSLEY
"I need you, Ace," I moan against his lips. I have no idea where this confidence is coming from. All I do know is I've been on edge with a pulsating need for him to touch me since our kiss earlier. It was so hot, and I want more of it... I want more of him.
Ace is holding onto my hips with a firm grip—it feels like he's trying to stop me. I pause momentarily; he's stopping me from making this harder on both of us. I know he wants me, I can feel his erection reaching for my pussy.
“What’s wrong? You want me, right Ace?” I'm so close to his face, I practically pant the question into his mouth. His willpower is crumbling before me. His head falls back and he lets out an exasperated sigh. I’m not trying to make this difficult, but my self-control is non-existent at the moment.
“Ainsley, this is a bad idea. I know I blurred the lines, but you said you needed time to think everything over.” His grip tightens when my hips begin to move again. "Fuuuck, Ains you have to stop, or I won't be able to." My only thought right now is that I need him in whatever capacity I can have him. He told me he was in love with me, and I'm supposed to ignore that? I can't.
“I know... I know what I said. But I can't help the way you make me feel. I need you to touch me, Ace. Now.” He's mildly taken aback by my command; I’m sure women never tell Ace Maddox what to do in the bedroom. In my case, it's the living room sectional but…eh, semantics.
"Ah, fuck it." He crashes his lips hard against mine, and I'm suddenly lost in the spell he has on me. An inferno flares through my body. I may not know what I'm doing, but the fervent need my pussy has to rub on his cock is insane.
I grind aggressively—it feels good, but I need more. Breaking our kiss, I slowly stand up off of his lap.
“What are you doing, princess?” Ace asks me in a low, serious tone that sends goosebumps down my body.
“I need more. These sweatpants are too thick, I need to feel you.” I slide the sweats down my legs quickly before he can stop me. His eyes spark with a heady desire. He doesn't want me to stop.
“Get on my lap, Ainsley.” I'm not one to do as I’m told, at least not anymore, but the dominance in his words have an intoxicating effect on me. I sit on his lap and begin to move, sliding up and down his massive erection. I may be an inexperienced virgin, but I want him inside of me more than my next breath. Stopping my movements, he grabs my hips again.
“You do not move until I tell you to. Is that understood?” My pulse skyrockets at his commanding words. Woah. I feel wetness start to drip from my pussy, dampening my panties. He's never spoken to me like this before. Then again, tonight has included a lot of things we’ve never done before. I nod at his command and stop moving.
“Good girl.” His hand rubs my ass as he praises me.
Oh. My. God. Why was that so hot, and why do I want him to do it again?
He grabs a handful of hair at the base of my neck, tilting my head to the side. Pulling me closer, he latches his mouth onto my neck and bites me. Hard. I suck in air through my teeth, hissing at the sting of his bite. The pain quickly subsides as he rolls his tongue over the sensitive area. His mouth travels slowly, kissing me up the length of my neck, with one of his hands still gripping my hair and the other holding down my hip.
I can't help the moans escaping my lips at his touch. This man is doing something foreign to me, and I'm enjoying every bit of it. I know one of us should have the sense to stop this, but we won’t, it's too late.
Lust is written in his eyes, feeding my hunger for him. I know we're both conflicted: wanting this, knowing it’s a terrible idea. At this moment, all doubts escape my mind, and my body takes over.
“Panties stay on. Do you understand?” I nod in agreement. I don’t feel like arguing, that won't do me any favors.
“Words, princess. I need your words. Do. You. Understand. Me?” he asks again in a more serious octave, sending shivers coursing through my body, accelerating the pulsing of my pussy.
“Yes! Yes…I understand.” That's all I can muster, when his hands make their way above my bent knees, spreading them apart further. I'm wide open for him, on full display, wearing only panties and a t-shirt. He moves his hands to my thighs, inching closer to my hot center. I hold my breath, waiting for him to touch me, I'm so desperate for him. His thumbs on each lip—still outside of my panties—he slowly spreads them apart. My clit rubs against the lacey fabric, jolting my body into overdrive.
"Fuuuck... Baby, you're so wet," he moans out, as he starts rubbing my clit. His cock grows larger as he touches me there. I'm not exaggerating when I say he is packing some serious heat between his legs.
Oh my God, is his size normal? Could I even handle that thing going inside me?
My eyes widen at just how big he is. The look on my face stops him—he must have read my mind. “Have you ever seen a dick before, princess?” The smirk on his face tells me he already knows the answer. I mean, I know what they look like from health class, but I haven’t seen one in person.
“You know the answer to that.” My cheeks warm with embarrassment at my lack of experience. I don’t want him to know how little I know, but I also can’t fake something I know nothing about.
“Take it out." His eyes focus on his crotch, while he moves my hand to press against his hard-on. "My cock is the first you've touched. You need to see how hard I am at the sight of your drenched panties." He speaks with the confidence of a man who knows what the hell he is doing.
I hesitate, and rightfully so. This will be the first penis I see in real life, and he wants me to take it out myself? I know he's confident, but I lack that boldness. His hands gently grip my shoulders—he noticed my hesitation.
“You're nervous. Princess, if this is too much for you, we can go back to watching the movie.” His face softens. He’s giving me an out. Do I want an out? Is this too much, too soon for me?
No, it’s not. You can do this. You have fantasized about this man so many times. Put your big girl panties on and be that bitch.
My hand dives inside his black basketball shorts as I grab his massive cock. It's in my hand, and I have no idea what to do with it. His eyes widen in surprise—he thought I would back out. Not tonight, we've already gotten this far. My hand grips his dick; I'm taken aback that my thumb doesn't reach my fingers around him. His hard length is surprisingly smooth, like silk wrapped around steel. I don’t move my hand, because what the hell am I supposed to do with it? When I get nervous I tend to word-vomit, and I don’t disappoint myself. I let out a shaky breath.
“Uh-I…I’m not…Wha-What do I do with it?” I'm a stuttering mess, any confidence I had when starting this has dissipated. The command in his voice softens, I assume to avoid freaking me out, but little does he know I liked his commands. With my lack of experience, I need him to take control.
“Take it out of my shorts.” I see the restraint he's trying to hold onto by the furrow of his brows. I take it out with the same firm grip I've had and my eyes travel down to see exactly what I'm holding. Ace’s dick is long as well as thick. He isn’t giving any more direction, so my grip loosens and I use the fingertips of my other hand to trace invisible lines up and down, feeling every ridge of his long shaft. I trace the tip of my pointer finger to the crown, and I make circles around it, exploring this new, uncharted territory. I’m not sure if I'm doing anything right, but he must be enjoying my touch—the noises coming from his lips seem to be derived from pure pleasure.
“Stop teasing me baby, wrap your hand around my cock. Here, like this.” His hand wraps firmly around mine, and we stroke his length, moving up and down. He maneuvers my hand in a rotating twist over his soft skin, creating a delicious friction, pulling a moan from his lips. The rapid rise and fall of his chest is a good sign, right? This must be what it’s like when he pleases himself, and I wonder what he thinks about when jerking himself off. Is it me?
I’m taken out of my thoughts when he stops our languid stroking. His thumb finds his way back to my throbbing clit as he groans, rubbing circles over the tight bud. His movements have me hypnotized with desire. My hands return to his shaft, following his instructions on how he likes to be touched.
“Ace! Oh. My. God. Wha-What are you…oh God.” I can’t even form complete sentences at this point.
“Fuck baby, you’re drenched for me. I shouldn't, but I need to feel how wet I make you.” He pulls the thin fabric of my panties to the side, giving him full access to my aching core. Ace continuously rubs those beautiful circles over my clit with his thumb, while my strokes of his cock match the rhythm. My body naturally moves up, leaving space between his lap and my ass. He knows what my body needs—one of his fingers slides inside my pussy, and I gasp.
“This feels so good. Ace, I’m close. I think... Mm…” I’m not exactly sure what I am close to. I know it’s an orgasm, but I’ve never had one before. Am I close? Would I know? It feels like I am reaching the precipice of something explosive.
“Yes, you are. You're right there, baby. Fuuuck...Ainsley, yeah just like that, princess.” His words nearly send me over. My walls are stretched as he adds another finger. He curls his fingers up, pressing on a wall of my pussy that electrifies my nerve endings there. His god-like hands continue to work me into a haze, and right as I am about to combust—he stops. What the hell is he doing?
“What are you doing? Wha-Why did you stop?” I’m sure the look I'm giving him is as confused as I feel. He moves my panties back into place before sitting me firmly back on top of him. My pussy is pressed against the back side of his shaft.
A mischievous smirk adorns his face, but I don't appreciate him stopping my first orgasm. "I want you to grind on my cock. Don’t think; just listen to your body. And move.” His commanding words are domineering, but I listen, shutting off my brain. Slowly, I start to slide my pussy up and down against his steel-rod cock. “That’s it, baby…Keep working yourself. Up. And. Down. Aaaaah.” I'm back to that euphoric state, while his eyes move from my face to my pussy. He has a firm grip on my ass with both hands, guiding my movements. I'm still missing something, and I make a split-second decision.
I know he said panties stay on, technically they are—they'll still be on my body. Moving quickly, I reach down and move my panties to the side.
Mmmm... That’s what I needed.
The friction of my wet heat against him is explosive. My eyes find his, and while I’m sure my face screams pleasure, his is giving off anger. Maybe moving my panties to the side wasn’t the best idea, but fuck, it feels too good.
ACE
What the fuck is she thinking? I stare at her, scowling. I can’t handle her like this. Ainsley Copeland is bare and sliding her slick cunt up and down my shaft. She can tell I’m pissed that she disobeyed me. I told her the panties stay on, and yes, I did rub her clit while putting my fingers inside her bare, but that was my hand. This is my cock being grinded on by her bare pussy. It wouldn’t take any effort to slide inside her with how wet she is. She isn’t stopping her movement, and fuck, I can’t find the strength to stop her either.
“Ainsley, I?—”
Rub.
“I told you?—”
Tug.
“Panties need?—”
Twist.
“Need to stay?—”
Rub.
“On.”
Fuuuuck.
At this rate, I’m going to come any second, and I’m not even inside her. Fuck, I want to be inside her more than anything. I can’t. There's no way I'm taking her virginity on my living room couch. It’s bad enough we've already gone this far. If Morgan were to walk downstairs and see us in this position… I’d be a dead man. Maybe he won’t kill me, my title as his best friend has to count for something, right? But will that extend to me letting his little sister dry hump me? Although, fuck, I don’t know if I can call it dry humping when her pussy is dripping for me like a Goddamn slip and slide.
“Ace, don’t stop. I need this. I need you. Please? Please let me do this.” Oh my God, the shortness in her breathy moans, and the way I can feel her tits bounce with her movements is intoxicating. My hands slide up her torso to her heavy breasts, twisting both her hardened nipples between my fingers. Feeling her perfect tits has me ready to bust.
“Fuuuck... Take what you want, baby. You will come all over my dick. Yeah…Right there. Ah fuck, Ainsley. Fuuuck!” I’m losing control, and fast. I need to do something to push her over the edge quickly. My hand goes back to her ass, caressing, until I lift it and smack her ass cheek hard. She jolts in surprise at my abrasive touch, but moans in my ear louder. She likes my rougher side. For the love of anything, I hope Morgan and Cassie are passed the fuck out—I don’t need them waking up to us in this state.
“Ace! I think I’m…Oh God. I’m…I…Oh fu-fuuuck. Yesss.” Her bottom lip is white beneath the pressure of her teeth. I need to ride this high out with her, so I rip off her t-shirt and squeeze her nipples hard. The aftershocks must be coursing through her while she continues to rub her pussy on me. She comes again, and I am done for. I blow my load across my stomach, chest, and her tits.
Both of us are panting into each other’s ear as we slowly come down from the insane orgasms. Her hands come to my chest and she pushes herself up to gauge the look in my eyes. I don’t know what my expression tells her, because I’m confused as fuck to what this means. I know it can’t go any further, but at the same time, I want more…I need more.
Cupping her cheeks, I stare at her. Ainsley is gorgeous like this. The flushed pink hue of her cheeks and the beads of sweat trickling down her neck are utterly mesmerizing. The scent of her sweat, combined with the perfume she wore tonight, mixed with her arousal, will torment my every waking thought. I place my hands on her hips and rub the damp skin beneath my fingertips. The air conditioner is on and the house feels cool, but our bodies are an inferno of heat. Fuck, the thought of her gyrating on me will forever be stuck on repeat in my head.
I've been secretly infatuated with this girl for years, and I did an amazing job keeping that secret. She had no idea how I really felt about her. At this point, I am crazily obsessed with her. The way she thinks, the way she smells, the attitude she embraced over the summer, and how Goddamn gorgeous she is.
“That was…Fuck Ainsley, that was hot as fuck. I've never come that hard, and I wasn't even inside of you.” I’m struck breathless as I admit to the woman I'm in love with that her pussy is fire.
“Ace, what are we doing? We have both made it clear nothing can come from this, but I can’t help my feelings of wanting to do this more. I mean, unless you find my inexperience a turn-off? I know we fooled around tonight, but I’m obviously a virgin.” She looks mortified admitting that. I know she's a virgin, that's not what’s stopping me. “You've had so many women, I’m not sure how to compete with that.” Her shoulders drop as her eyes look anywhere but at me. I don’t want her to feel vulnerable, but I can admit to myself it turns me the fuck on. My dick revs up, regardless of the fact that only minutes ago I blasted both of our bodies with my seed.
“You being inexperienced has nothing to do with my hesitation. You know the reason we can’t pursue this... Your brother. But also, I’m not good for you, Ains.” It’s true, I don’t want her entangled in my dealings with Denny. I may be under the radar, but that doesn’t mean I want her anywhere near that place or situation. If she knew my activities at the club, she would bolt.
“I love how innocent you are, I would love nothing more than to tarnish that innocence, but I can't do that to you. We're already so complicated, and your brother would murder me if he ever found out about us. Yes, I love you and have loved you for probably longer than I was aware. But there is nothing that can come from that love other than friendship. Morgan would never forgive me—he'd forgive you, but I would lose him forever.” My shoulders sag as much as hers did. He'd never approve. I've heard the comments in the past and while they may not be aimed at me, I read the message loud and clear. I’m sure if he ever found out about what we did tonight, he'd be furious, taking his anger out entirely on me. I would be his ex-best friend that took advantage of his little sister.
“So…friends? I hate knowing this will be the last time you hold me, but I understand. You'll do what you do, and I'll meet new people and date.” She's not saying it to drive a metaphorical knife into my chest, but that’s how it feels. The thought of her dating other men sends me into a wave of anger. But this is something I need to let go. As long as she steers clear of Jackson Davis, I won't hold anything against her wanting to see other people. This is our reality, and it’s a painful reality at that. Now that I have had her in the way I just did, I can’t imagine her with anyone else. That’s the choice, though: I have to choose between her and Morgan. There isn’t a choice. I have to let it go so I can have them both. They're my family, and I can’t see my life without either of them.
I’m sprawled out on the sectional and realize there's still jizz all over both of us. Sliding her off of me, I go to find something to clean up with. I’m sure with all this heavy talk she isn’t thinking about my seed splattered all over her tits. I make my way to the kitchen, grab a hand towel and hold it under the faucet to dampen it. Sitting back down next to her, I rub the rough kitchen towel gently across her chest, then use the same towel to clean up my chest and abdomen. I need to throw this towel in the laundry, so there's no evidence of what happened tonight.
Once I discard the towel in the laundry room hamper, I'm on the sectional pulling her in next to me. She has her sweats and t-shirt back on, watching the movie again. I think about a non-existent day where Ainsley and I have a home together, and she sits on our couch waiting to cuddle against me as we watch a movie without a care in the world. It’s a fantasy that will never happen.
We lay in comfortable silence, until the heavy breaths of deep sleep come from the beautiful girl with her head on my chest. The rise and fall of her body lying on me is about to lull me to sleep as well. Not to mention it’s late as fuck. With everything Morgan and I have to accomplish on this new project for Denny, I should probably crash, too. I need to head up to my room, but I love the way her body molds to mine. I've never been one for cuddling, but with Ainsley, it feels right.
I close my eyes and fall asleep to the sound of her deep breaths against my chest. We may be in a dream state right now, but what I wouldn’t give to make this a reality.