Chapter 31 #2
“You’re safe with me, Ruby.” His voice rings with sincerity. “You can say whatever you want. Ask for whatever you want. No judgment.”
His words are like a dam breaking inside me.
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers and your tongue,” I whisper. “I want you to suck my clit. I want you to put your whole mouth on my pussy and suck and lick me. I want to ride your face, and after you make me come, I want you to kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips.”
His gaze darkens and he gives me exactly what I want, sliding two fingers inside me at once and steadily pushing them in and out of my body, curling them.
Touching something deep with every thrust that has me slowly unraveling.
I lift my hips, arching into his hand and when he replaces his fingers with his mouth, I grip the back of his head, holding him to me, much like I did the last time we did this .
He doesn’t seem to mind as I basically smother him with my pussy.
God, he eats and eats at me, giving me what I asked for.
His lips and tongue toying with my clit, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.
I feel like I’m going to fall straight over it at any moment.
As if I’m freefalling in the air, and there’s no net to catch me. It’s exhilarating.
It’s terrifying.
He grabs hold of me, his hands slipping beneath my ass, lifting me up, his mouth still attached to my pussy and my hands fall away from his hair. I grind against his face, whimpering. Moaning. Ohhh…
Oh.
“Ace.” His name falls from my lips on a pant and he zeroes in on my clit, his tongue and lips working the bit of sensitive flesh.
Circling. His fingers teasing the crack of my ass, sliding closer to a spot no guy has ever touched before.
He spreads my ass cheeks with those big hands, fingers dipping deeper, tongue flicking at my clit and shit.
That’s it.
I’m coming.
Coming.
“Oh God,” I choke out as the orgasm hits me hard, my head spinning, my entire body shaking. He never lets up, his mouth working me into a frenzy, my clit becoming so sensitive that when it’s over, I’m pushing him away from me because I can’t take it anymore.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
Truly, he’s not enough.
“Roll over,” he demands and I automatically do as he says, turning over onto my stomach.
He yanks me into position so I’m on my knees, my upper body still pressed into the mattress and I wiggle my ass back and forth like the shameless woman I’ve become thanks to him, shivering as the cool air hits my heated flesh.
I can feel him looming behind me. Hear him kick off his shoes—oh my God, he just did all of that to me with his shoes on, and I don’t know why, but the idea makes me giggle.
Ace pauses. “Are you laughing at me?”
A shiver pulses through me at the sound of his deep voice. God, he sounds like sin and sex. “No.”
“Better not be.” He smacks my ass, his palm connecting with my flesh, making me jolt forward, a moan falling from my lips.
Heaven help me, that felt good. I never thought I was into spanking. Seriously, the idea of it always sounded kind of silly to me, but what he just did?
I swear I’m dripping down the inside of my thighs, it was so hot.
“Look at you.” His tone is admiring as he contemplates me and I can hear him get rid of his jeans.
Most likely his underwear too. I’m tempted to turn around and check to see if he’s naked, but there’s something so delicious about lying here with my face basically buried in the pillow I find myself clutching and my ass sticking up in the air.
I spread my knees a little, wanting him to see all of me and he smacks my butt again.
A little lighter this time but still hard enough to sting.
To burn.
I feel that burn all the way to my clit.
“You are a dirty girl, Red.” He massages the spot where he just slapped me, his touch gentle, making me tremble. “I plan on fucking you like this someday.”
Oh, the promise in his voice. I can barely take it.
“From behind?” I ask hopefully .
“Mmm, hmm.” The mattress sags when he climbs onto the bed, his hands on my hips as he pulls me into him. I feel the brush of his cock against my exposed pussy and good God, all I want to do is back up even more and feel him slide into me. Just like this.
“Why can’t we do it now?” I ask, my voice muffled by the pillow I’m clutching.
He goes still, his large hands spanning my hips, his cock right there, poking at me. He’s long and hard and I’m dying to feel him slowly enter me. Dying to experience the delicious friction.
Oh god. I could come again just thinking about it.
“You really want me to fuck you like this?” He sounds surprised.
“Yes, please,” I practically scream into the pillow.
“I do love a woman who’s polite,” he says jokingly, pulling me into him, his cock sliding along my folds, teasing them. Between my lower lips. Back and forth, nice and slow, driving us both out of our minds. “Fuck, you feel good like this, Red.”
“So do you,” I whisper, rocking against him.
We keep this up like we’re unable to stop, the mattress creaking with our movements, both of us panting. He increases his pace, his cock slipping inside me, just the tip, and we both pause, the guttural groan coming from deep inside Ace’s chest sparking something primal inside me.
I want to hear him make that sound again. Now.
“Fuck me, you are so tight.” He inches inside, just a little bit more, and I whimper. “I need a condom.”
I go completely still, his cock barely inside me, my chest aching with the need to just push back and engulf him completely but…
“I don’t have any condoms,” I admit .
He’s quiet for a moment, like he’s struggling to find words. “I don’t either.”
My stomach sinks.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Are you serious?”
“I mean…yeah.” He pulls out a little.
Pushes back in a little.
I moan, enjoying the torture.
“You’re Ace fucking Townsend. Biggest player on campus,” I remind him.
“Don’t remind me,” he mutters. “I haven’t fucked anyone in ages.”
“Define ages.”
“Since you came back into my life.”
“Wait…what?” I’m shocked.
Is he for real?
“I’m serious.” He runs his hands up and down my sides, making me shiver. I can’t get enough of him touching me. “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before.”
Is he just saying that?
No. I get the sense that Ace respects me.
Actually likes me. We get along. Conversation is always flowing and I want to know more about him.
I think he wants to know more about me too.
I like this man. He wouldn’t lie just to have sex with me.
If that was the case, he would’ve tried something a long time ago, I probably would’ve fallen for it and we’d already be done-zo.
“Really?” I ask.
“Really,” he says firmly.
I went on birth control my senior year in high school and I’ve never stopped taking it. Should I tell him that? It’s not foolproof and I don’t know his sexual history so I’m the type who likes to double up on safety. I don’t like putting my health at risk and babies ?
Yeah, no. Not for at least ten years.
“Me neither,” I admit softly. “And…I’m on birth control.”
He rocks his hips, sliding in deeper, the bastard. Trying to remind me of how good it feels like this. “I’ll pull out of you before I come if you want.”
“Come all over my tits again?” I ask teasingly.
His hips buck against me. “Damn, woman, don’t say those words. Conjures up all sorts of images in my brain.”
Aw, he’s so cute. And sexy. And easy to rile up.
But I forget about all of those thoughts when he slides deeper, entering me until we’re both completely still, getting used to each other.
I feel so full of him, stretched out completely because he’s long and thick.
Like a dream dick, if I’m being real with myself, and of course Ace has a dream dick.
He’s a dream guy. It makes sense that he’d come properly equipped.
“Lift up, baby. Brace yourself on your hands,” he demands, and I do what he says, sending him deeper, making us both moan.
Gripping my hips, he steadily fucks me, sliding in and out, slow and easy.
Driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
I knew the friction would be good. That slow drag of his cock inside of me pulling almost all the way out before he plunges back in.
Over and over. I can feel his fingers trace along my folds that surround his cock, his gaze hot on my skin, and I don’t even have to see him to know this is happening. To feel it.
“This is sexy.” He drifts his fingers back and forth over my pussy, along his dick. “Watching you take me.”
I duck my head and moan at his words, my tits swaying with his every thrust as he increases his pace. We fuck like this for so long, I marvel at his stamina, at the fact that he’s driving me closer to orgasm yet never quite getting me there. Like he’s drawing it out on purpose.
He most likely is.
“Jesus, I can’t take this.” Ace pulls out of my body completely, grabbing my waist and giving me a tug. “Roll over.”
I glance over my shoulder at him. “Why?”
He flips me onto my back with ease, his body hovering over mine as he grabs hold of his cock and guides himself into me. I’m so wet, he slides home easily and I lift my hips, meeting him halfway. “Because I want to look at your beautiful face when I make you come.”
Oh God. He says things like that and I want to melt. I want to fling myself at him and never let him go.
Ever.