Chapter 20 Camile #3
I take another breath, preparing myself to try again, only this time controlling my gag reflex.
I cover him with my mouth, loving the feel of him, his combination of hard and silky soft.
The scent and taste of him, too. I want to see this big man lose control and know I am the reason for it.
He’s even harder than he was before, the head smooth and dark.
His length is ridged with veins, and I wonder what he would feel like inside me.
My pussy gives another pleasurable throb, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go all the way.
It’s pathetic—an almost twenty-three-year-old virgin—and it’s probably stupid, but for a long time now I’ve imagined that Jack would be my first.
“Look at me, Princess,” Ace says, tipping my chin up with his hands. “Where did you go there?”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug. I’m not about to tell him I was thinking about losing my virginity to his club president while I had his cock in my mouth.
I suck him deeper and swirl my tongue, then pull back slightly to tease the tip, pressing my tongue into his slit and gathering more of that salty precum on my palate.
Ace gives a hiss, a sound I can’t quite decipher, but he doesn’t pull away.
I squeeze my thighs together, wishing I had something to grind down on…
or someone. I could easily climax like this.
Ace stares down at me. “God, your mouth is so fucking perfect. Hot and wet and…”
I take him extra deep, and he loses his words as they turn into a groan of pleasure.
His hips start to pump, and his grip on my hair grows tighter. “Fuck, yes, Princess. Oh, fuuuck.”
I match his pace, bobbing faster, but it’s hard to keep up.
It feels more like he’s fucking my face now rather than me being the one who is taking him.
I can sense he’s on the very edge of losing it.
I grind my hips, even while I’m fucking him with my mouth, and he suddenly jerks forward, and his cock jams down my throat.
I barely have a moment to react. Stream after stream of hot, salty cum pours down my throat, and I choke and splutter around him.
But I don’t pull away from him until his hips give a final jerk, and I feel all his muscles go slack.
His cock slips out from between my lips, and he stares down at me. He strokes my hair and cups my cheek in his palm. I press my face into his warm touch, and my eyes close briefly.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says, “and completely unexpected.”
I open my eyes again, and he drops to his knees in front of me. He leans in and kisses me, his lips soft and warm and firm. Our tongues meet, tentative at first, then with more passion. I wonder if he can taste the saltiness of his cum on my tongue.
He breaks the kiss. “Now it’s your turn.”
I blink at him. “It is?” I’m not completely sure what he means.
Ace grabs me and tosses me onto my back in the hay. Without giving me a moment to protest, he lifts the skirt of my dress and positions himself between my thighs.
“Those are some very sensible panties,” Ace says with a grin before yanking my sopping wet underwear down my thighs.
I cover my face with my hands. “I hadn’t exactly been planning for the day to go this way.”
“I prefer you without them on, anyway.”
“I’m embarrassed at how wet I am,” I tell him honestly.
“Oh, fuck, no, Princess. Don’t ever be embarrassed at that. I want your pussy dripping all down my chin.”
He does? He doesn’t give me any more time to question it.
His mouth covers my clit, hot and wet, and he sucks. I let out a cry of surprise and pleasure, and my hips lift right off the floor. God, that seemed to have a direct line to my womb. I swear I felt the fucking thing contract.
He grabs my inner thighs, one in each hand, and pushes them apart. He pulls back as though to admire me, and I squirm under his appraisal.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy. You taste so sweet. I could eat you out for days.”
Ace dives back between my thighs, his tongue flattening and licking me right from my asshole, back up to my clit, where he returns to focusing his attention.
I swear he’s writing the alphabet on my clit with his tongue.
The sense of something building deep inside me heightens, and my eyes slip shut again so I can focus on what he’s doing.
He pushes his tongue inside me, curling it up to hit a spot inside me that sends my hips lifting to the sky again.
God, can all men do that, or does Ace just have a freakishly long tongue?
My orgasm builds. The muscles in my thighs and stomach tighten and relax, tighten and relax.
I reach down and spear my fingers into his soft curls, pulling lightly, the way he did to me.
Sounds of pleasure fall unbidden from my lips, and my breathing grows ragged.
I hold him closer, my body working with him, wanting more, more, more…
I’ve completely forgotten where we are and what’s happened.
All that’s on my mind now is the insane level of bliss this man and his clever mouth is taking me to.
I’d wanted him to lose control, but it hadn’t occurred to me that he would do the same to me.
My inner thighs are damp, and the air is redolent with sex.
“Oh, Ace,” I cry. “Fuck, Ace. I-I-Oh, God…”
My climax explodes inside me with a rush of tingles all over my body, my eyes rolling, toes curling, body lifting off the hayloft floorboards.
I’d swear I levitated for a few seconds.
It ripples through me again, and again, and still Ace sucks and licks and works my body through every second of it.
I’ve never experienced an orgasm at someone else’s hands—or mouth—before, and I feel like I’ve just reached another level of consciousness.
I come down, dazed and breathing hard. My skin is flushed and damp with perspiration, and between my legs is puffy and slick.
Ace grins down at me.
“What?” I say, suddenly self-conscious.
“You look like you just got fucked in a hayloft.” He reaches down and plucks a piece of hay from my hair.
I cover my face with my hands and laugh. “I guess I did.”
“Well, not completely.” He leans down and murmurs in my ear. “I hope next time my cock will find its perfect fit inside your pussy.”
I shove his bare shoulder, but I can’t help smiling.
I’d like that, too. The only thing that’s holding me back is Jack, and I kind of hate myself a little for that.
Jack is my best friend’s dad. He’s completely off limits.
Plus, he can be a complete dick. Is that why I want him so badly?
Because forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter?
Here is a completely gorgeous man who would probably take my virginity right here and now if I asked him.
I glance down at his cock, which is already at half-mast again.
He looks like he’s ready to, as well. Why can’t I just give in and accept that Jack and I have no future?
He doesn’t even want me that way. But every time he calls me Baby-girl in that low growl of his, I just about want to crawl under his skin and live there.