Page 30 of Hers To Keep
“Believe me, baby,” he whispers against my palm cupping his cheek. “Not that I mind the hot, mind-blowing hate sex, but I can assure you this…” He grabs my right hand, removing it from his cheek, and placing it over his groin, his dick hot and hard beneath my fingers, “Does not get like this for someone I don’t like.” I look down at my hand on him, instantly feeling flustered. My eyes move up to his, and fuck if the raw look of desire in them doesn’t make me want to combust.
“Okay, what if we realize other than your uncle, this twisted ass place, and my conniving mother, we have nothing in common?”
“Why are you trying to find excuses, Scarlett? Haven’t we been through enough obstacles, suffered through more pain than normal? Why can’t we just enjoy our time together, alone, away from all the forces trying to tear us apart?” His pleas are real and heartfelt and are felt deep within me. My heart aches for him, for all we’ve had to deal with at the hands of his uncle, and for allthat’s left to come. He’s right, we must enjoy the little time we have alone because I’m afraid we have little of it left.
“I’m just, I don’t know… worried, you might not like…” He stops me before I can finish, silencing me with a gentle kiss.
“Baby, everything about you I like,” he murmurs against my lips. “This pretty face,” he adds, cupping my chin tenderly in his palm as he places soft kisses upon my cheeks. “This sexy neck,” he continues, tracing kisses across the skin of my neck down my chest, eagerly yanking open my uniform blouse, the buttons flying across the room. He pulls my bra down, revealing my right breast, my nipple hard and pointing out to him in a salute. “These fucking perky ass nipples,” he slowly swipes his tongue over my nipple, blowing slightly, his hot breath sending a painfully delicious ache straight to my already heated center. His mouth slowly comes down over the peak, sucking, and licking with his tongue running circles around the tip, making me squirm against the couch.
“Mmm,” I moan, biting down on my tongue. The pain of my teeth against my tongue is a welcome distraction from the blazing agony inside me.
His left hand moves to grip my other breast, as he squeezes and pulls, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive, taut peak. I can feel my wetness pooling in my core as his hand roams lower pushing my shirt off my shoulders, revealing my stomach, and giving his mouth access to lick my aching flesh.
“These tattoos on your silky, porcelain skin. I could spend the rest of my days tracing the ink with my tongue.” He pushes me to lean against the back of the couch, his mouth continuing its descent, till it reaches the waistband of my skirt. “And that fucking delicious scent. I can already smell how wet you are.” He lifts my skirt, his mouth moving under to meet my pussy as he teases me with his tongue through the material of my panties. He inhales a deep breath holding it in slightly before speaking. “I can close my eyes and remember what you taste like with just your hypnotizing aroma.”
“Ace, please,” my pleas excite him as he quickly moves to pull my skirt off, taking my panties down with it. He reaches a hand down to cup me, his fingers easily gliding through my slick wetness.
“God it’s fucking beautiful, this sweet little cunt.” My legs voluntarily open wider for him, my arousal on his fingertips as he brings them to his mouth. I love it when he tastes me on his fingertips. I even love it when he brings them to my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on them. The flavor he craves, his weakness. “And it’s all mine,” he adds, bringing his mouth down, blowing softly against me.
“Yes, baby. It’s yours, only yours.”
“Hmm,” he growls. “Show me how you touched yourself last night, as I begged you to, commanded you to.”
“Ace, no, I need…” my whimper dies on my lips as he removes his fingers from me.
“Show me.”
I reach my right hand down to my pussy, gliding one finger through my plump, swollen lips. “I can’t, please. It’s too much. I need your mouth on me, I need your touch.” He groans loudly, an animalistic sound coming from deep within his throat as he covers me with his mouth, eagerly licking and lapping over my lips, sucking like he’ll never have enough. He places his hands on my thighs, pushing me open wider, and fuck if the sight of his face down on my pussy, at my mercy does something to me. I bring my hand to grip his hair roughly, eagerly pressing his mouth closer to me, my hips moving up and down, grinding against his tongue intensifying my pleasure.
I throw my head back, eager, needy, and ready for more of him. The gluttonous sinner in me yearning for all that he is. Greed, the voracious bitch living deep within me, awakens with his searing touch.
“Fuck, baby, you’re insatiable,” he mutters, the deep rasp of his voice only exciting me more. He continues to lick and suck,tugging my clit into his mouth as he bites down softly, bringing me to the edge again and again, until I come apart in a mind-altering orgasm. My body convulses around him, my pussy tightening around his tongue.
“Fuck, Ace, I need more, baby. Fuck me, please.” He moves over my body, kissing me vigorously. I can taste the sweet and saltiness of me on his tongue and it nearly makes me come again. What is it that this man does to me? He makes me behave like a wild animal, like a ravenous beast who can’t contain herself.
“Go on a date with me first?” he asks, his mouth lingering on my neck.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Now you’re trying to be all chivalrous. I don’t need a date, I just need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“If we don’t try, you’ll only keep questioning yourself repeatedly. You’ll have that doubt in your mind. It won’t let us move forward.”
His valid point irritates me as I nuzzle him off me. “Fine.” I say, moving to pick up my underwear he discarded on the floor, but he’s quick to grab them before me.
“No, leave them. I want you to go without. I want to smell your arousal as I’m sitting next to you. I want you to ache as I kiss you, your wetness pooling in your pussy, dripping as you walk.” And once again I’m there, at the point of no return.
“We’ll have to stop back at the Dahlia house so I can change,” I say. Slipping back into my uniform.
“But wear a dress, or a skirt, something I can easily access in case I’m not strong enough to make it till we’re back.”
“And they say chivalry is dead.” I say, turning to him and reaching up on my tippy toes for a kiss.
“Baby, I’m your Anti-Prince Charming.”
After stoppingat the Dahlia House, changing into a black T-shirt dress, and throwing my jean jacket over it, we’re in Ace’s SUV headed to Scottie’s diner in downtown Hillcrest Hills for our first official date. I mentioned to Ace that I didn’t want to eat at any of the ritzy restaurants I’d stick out like a sore thumb, or where we could run into Carrington, or any of the other kids from school, so he brought me to the diner the guys and him used to frequent as kids, where she wouldn’t be caught dead.
“You ever been to Scottie’s?” he asks as he pulls into the parking lot. It’s Friday night, the town is buzzing with teens crowding the downtown streets, and couples are dining at the finest dinner establishments in town and Christmas shopping at all the boutiques and shops in the Town Square Plaza. Christmas lights are strung up all around a giant 20-foot tree that sits idly awaiting its grand reveal when the sun sets. Luckily for us, Scottie’s parking lot is practically vacant, only a few cars scattered around, the bright light of the diner’s neon sign nearly blinding us.
“Never eaten here, but Stella’s ordered breakfast for us a few times, and we had burgers the other day, although I didn’t eat mine. She says it was her mom’s favorite.” He parks the Benz in the space closest to the front entrance, quickly opening his door and rounding the front of the car.