Page 34 of Hers To Keep
“Baby, I just came for you.”
“Now I need you to come with me.”
Fifteen agonizing minutesis what it takes for us to make it back to the academy campus and upstairs to my quarter at the Dahlia House. The girls are still out, thankfully, at the party taking place at Liam’s mansion.
Ace stands behind me whispering against my neck as I take my keys out of my purse. “They home?”
“No,” I mumble breathily, already turned on with just the feel of his warm breath against me. His hand moves around my waist, roaming upward until he cups my right breast in his palm. He squeezes slightly as I inhale sharply, with shaky fingers trying to unlock the door and get us inside, before I impulsively get on my knees and take him in my mouth out here in the hall. What a sight that would be.
The moment I unlock the door, gradually turning the knob, Ace throws it open, slamming it against the back wall with such force it makes me jump. Not sure if it’s because of fear or excitement. He rushes us inside, slamming the door closed behind us, pushing my back against it, and kissing me instantly. My hands move to his shirt, tugging upward without once letting go of his lips. He reaches a hand to the back of his neck and in one swift tug, pulls it off over his head, his hands moving back to grip my bare ass under my dress. My legs wrap around his waist as he lifts me, my bare pussy rubbing against the flesh of his torso.
“Fuck you’re so wet, baby, I can feel you on my skin. You’re soaked.” I swallow his words, taking his lips in mine once again, our tongues dancing to the rhythm and music they know best.
“Take me to my room.” He obeys rushing down the hall, and over to my bedroom, setting me down before closing the door and locking it.
“Just in case,” he says, turning and walking toward me, each slow step he takes exciting me, until he reaches the end of the bed.
Ace kneels down on the foot of the bed, crawling to me, hovering over my body. He bends to kiss me, but I’m quick to evade him, moving to push him back against the bed. At my movement, he falls back taking me with him and I’m quick to straddle him, his head lying on my pillow.
I urgently tear off my dress, unclipping my bra and tossing them both on the floor beside us, the need to have him inside me is dominating my senses. My pussy throbs when I feel his thickness beneath me. Placing my hands flat on his chest, I run my hands down his tattooed torso, watching his breath quicken as my fingernails scrape the muscled flesh. He unbuttons his pants, but I cover his hand with mine to stop him.
“Let me,” I whisper, slowly tugging the zipper of his jeans down, as he shifts allowing me to pull them down, taking with them his boxers, and freeing his erection. My eyes take in the sight of him, hard and all, fucking, mine.
A moan escapes me as I lick my lips instinctively, a rare hunger within me surfacing with just one look at his dick, perfectly standing before me, ready for me to devour it. I glance up at him, a sheer look of unfiltered lust radiating from his mesmerizing eyes is the final push threatening to make me combust. I steady myself on all fours above him, placing my hands on the bed beside his hips, my head lowering, my tongue reaching out to lick the precum already seeping out of him. A groan reverberates from deep within his throat, his head falling back, his eyes closing with just the simple feel of my tongue barely grazing him.
The fire within me ignites, his deep growl like gasoline fueling the blaze already raging inside. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me as I devour you with my mouth and take you in as deep as possible till my throat screams to let me breathe.” His head slowly lifts, his eyes dark and hooded, his dick hardening right before my eyes, the husky tone of my voice bringing it to life.
I move my right hand, bringing it to cup his balls as my mouth lowers to his cock, my gaze never leaving his. I lick his hard shaft from bottom to top, swirling around the tip once again before I wrap my lips around his length, taking him in fully. I move my head up and down a few times before letting him go with a pop, and bringing my right hand that’s cupping his balls, over to do the same as my mouth did. The thirst in his eyes intensifies as I look down at his rock-hard erection. He growls, making me chuckle lightly as he sits up, resting back on his elbows.
“Put that filthy little mouth back on my cock, before I do it for you. And trust me, baby, with that lustful look in your eyes, your perfect tits bouncing up and down as you suck me off, I won’t be gentle.” His dirty words light the already ignited fire within me and I bite my lip roughly before bringing my head slowly back down to his aching cock. And without another word I wrap my lips around him, the tip of his dick harshly hitting the back of my throat as I move up and down greedily, the husky moans coming from his lips only exciting me more, making me move faster and faster. I gag slightly but hold it back not wanting to show any sign of weakness. He feels too good in my mouth, I never want to let him go.
“Fuck, Scarlett, shit I’m not going to fucking last. Your mouth feels too good, so damn warm. God if you could just see how fucking gorgeous you look right now. Those luscious lips on my dick, your tits so fucking sexy, and the shadow of the perfect cunt I know is dripping wet. I’m at your mercy, baby, this is it, right here and now, if you didn’t already know.” His right hand comes to the back of my head gripping tightly, my hair fisted in his palm as he holds me in place, his hips lifting as he fucks my mouth, letting go of what little restraint he had left.
My teeth graze his shaft, and a guttural moan reverberates from deep within him; I nearly come with just the sound of it.
“Babe, I’m going to lose it. I’m going to come, and I want to do it in this pretty little mouth.” I look up at him nodding for him tolet go and he does. The warm, salty cum oozing from his dick coating my mouth as I swallow, gagging slightly but refusing to let any spill out. His head falls back against the pillow, his breathing erratic, his chest moving up and down as he tries to gain his composure. I bring my hand to my mouth, running my thumb against my bottom lip, cleaning the cum that tried to escape.
Ace lifts his head, his eyes connecting with mine, mirrors of the lust filled gaze in my eyes when I bring my thumb into my mouth, sucking every ounce of him.
He sits up rapidly, gripping my waist and bringing me over to straddle him. His hair is messy, slightly overgrown but still fucking sexy, his body sticky and glistening with sweat. A sly smirk teases his lips before his mouth comes down on mine, his kiss demanding as he tastes every inch of my mouth with his tongue.
I’ve never enjoyed giving blow jobs, always tried everything to avoid giving them. Women are often told it shows weakness, that the male is in control and it’s demeaning. But the look of ecstasy in his eyes put there from my lips wrapped around his cock, well fuck, it’s empowering. For a moment he was at my complete and utter mercy, and if that doesn’t make you feel good, then I don’t know what will.
Chapter
Twenty
ACE
It’s been over a week and my body is still reeling from the best fucking blow job I’ve ever received. More like three of them.
Scarlett is a fucking siren, a goddess, a nymph, whose sex drive, and stamina rivals mine. Every day this week we’ve spent locked in my bedroom after school, fucking like rabid animals, coming over and over together.
I can still sense her reluctance to open up to me emotionally, saying over and over that whatever this is between us is just sex. I can’t blame her when I have yet to declare to her exactly how I feel. But I know she feels so much more. I also know she’s not ready to hear it, not ready to admit it to herself, let alone say it out loud. We’re connected on a deeper level, not just physically, but our souls are made from the same substance. The same fight flows through our veins, the same will to protect, to sacrifice ourselves, lives deep within us. Our fates, although so seemingly different,will lead to the same outcome. Our survival, or our demise. But no matter what the consequence will be, we will rise or fall together.
I never thought I’d find another soul who was as tainted as mine, but still so equally divine. She’s the calm to my chaos, the fuel to my fire, the sanity to my madness. A soul so extraordinarily rare I am never letting her go.
Which is why today I’m coming clean to Sebastian. To my brother who obviously already knows how I feel for her, but who I need to have on my side. Without a doubt I know he will be with me. He’s my best friend, my comrade. If I can’t trust him, then I’m fucking screwed.