30. The Janitor’s Closet
The news that Ace and I were finally together spread like wildfire.
After my dad caught Ace and me making out in the foyer of Ace’s house, he didn’t hesitate to complain about it to my mother.
My siblings found out soon after. The whole family—except for my father, who immediately went to sulk in his office—was overjoyed.
My younger brothers were especially excited, taking the news to mean that Ace was going to be coming over even more, if that were even possible. He was already at my house every day.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about people at school finding out, but when we stepped into the hallway on Monday morning, Ace decided he wanted everyone to know and smashed his lips against mine.
It was an extremely possessive and territorial act, and I probably should have been disgusted by it, but hell if I didn’t love it.
Plus, it meant I put my own claim on him at the same time.
It felt so unbelievably good to finally be able to say that Ace was mine. It felt right.
My only complaint was the sheer number of PDAs.
Usually, I didn’t mind Ace touching me. In fact, I loved it.
But that first day we were officially a couple, he got into the strange habit of touching me every time we were surrounded by people. Even in class, his hands found me under the desk.
Away from school, it was even more intense. Let’s just say Ace made good on his offer to put his head
between my thighs every day.
And then some.
But as much as I was enjoying exploring the new boundaries of our sexual relationship—and trust me, I was enjoying it—it was also getting ridiculous.
I was in a near-constant state of horniness, only ever thinking about how I could pleasure Ace and he could pleasure me.
I craved him so much that it had to be more than just teenage hormones. I felt like I was going insane.
“Ace,” I chided, elbowing him in the gut when he licked the skin behind my ear.
I was trying to record when the color of the liquid changed in the glass for our science lab, but due to Ace’s incessant, wandering hands, I couldn’t concentrate.
He stood behind me, his front flush against my back, his hands on my hips and waist. He kept pressing his nose into my hair and skimming it up my neck, and then nipping and licking my ear.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but the rest of the class seemed to be minding their own business.
Still, I could feel myself turning bright red with embarrassment. “Aren’t you going to help me with this? Or are you just going to stand there, watching me do all the work?”
Ace chuckled. “I’m helping.” He pressed his lips against my shoulder, causing me to regret my choice to wear a tank top. “See?” He lifted a beaker and poured one solution into the other.
“And you just ruined the experiment.” Exasperated, I looked down at the instructions we were supposed to be following, noting that he had just skipped four steps.
“Oh, no!” Ace feigned an expression of remorse. “Not the experiment.”
I rolled my eyes. Ace had never taken school seriously. It was a miracle he still got such good grades.
I glanced up at our teacher, Mrs. Barlowe, checking to see if she was watching us. sitate to complain Thankfully, she was across the room, helping another student.
I liked her. Mr. Callahan had unexpectedly gone on leave, which I thought was strange given there were less than two months before the end of the school year.
Still, I wasn’t complaining. My science grade was shooting up now Mrs. Barlowe was our teacher. She even allowed me to retake the midterm and gave me an A-Minus.
I owed my 4.0 GPA to her, and my goal to go to college was suddenly alive again.
“When do you think Mr. Callahan is coming back?” I asked Ace. Hopefully, he wouldn’t return before finals. I’d much prefer to take the final exam while Mrs.
Barlowe was our teacher.
Ace’s chest rumbled against my back as he spread his hand over my stomach. “I wouldn’t worry about him. I heard his family emergency is pretty serious. He won’t be back for the rest of the year.”
Some of my dread dissipated. It sucked Mr. Callahan was going through something, and I hoped it would resolve itself, but I was glad to finish my senior year with teachers who actually liked me.
Now, I just had to stay on Mrs. Barlowe’s good side.
Ace wasn’t helping with that!
His lips were still on the bare skin of my shoulder, and his possessive hold was causing a strange feeling in the bottom of my stomach. His body against mine was heating me from the inside.
I wanted— needed—more contact.
Ace stiffened. He moved his nose over the bump on my neck and inhaled deeply. A steady pulse startedp—and trust me, I
up between my legs.
Oh god. Now is not the time for this.
“We should…” I licked my lips. “We should probably start the lab over.”
Ace hummed absently in agreement but then growled when I tried to step away.
“No.”
I looked up at him. Ace was usually possessive, yes, but not letting me walk five feet from him to grab a new beaker was a whole other level. Something was off.
“Is this about this morning?” I asked.
Ace raised a brow. “What about this morning?”
I’d had a dirty dream about him. Ace had been sitting in an armchair while I was kneeling between his legs. I’d slowly undid the zipper of his pants while he watched me with dark, hungry eyes.
He reached down and petted my hair for encouragement before explaining exactly how he wanted me to wrap my lips around his hard cock.
I was just about to follow his orders when Ace had woken me by sliding his fingers into my panties.
He’d toyed with my pulsing clit before kissing his way down my body and licking my wet slit for several long minutes, at last bringing me to orgasm.
Twice.
If we hadn’t needed to get ready for school, I’m not sure he would have stopped. I sure as hell didn’t want to. I was more than ready to return the favor and make the dream I’d had a reality.
Maybe that was why Ace was acting so weird now. Maybe he knew I had been dreaming about him. He had always been so good at reading me and knowing what I was thinking.
And then he helped me without asking for anything in return.
“Jesus, your scent, Doe,” Ace groaned. “It’s killing me.”
“What’s wrong with my scent?” I sniffed my shirt but didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary.
Instead of answering me, Ace raised his hand and got the attention of Mrs. Barlowe, who instantly
made her way over to us.
“Doe and I have to go.”
“Go?” Mrs. Barlowe glanced between us, looking nervous.
“Yes. We have to go,” Ace repeated sternly.
I didn’t get the chance to question him before he started pulling me toward the door.
“Okay,” Mrs. Barlowe said, “I’ll excuse you both for the day.”
She was going to let us leave? Just like that? No questions asked? How come I never knew it was that easy to get out of class? I would have started skipping ages ago.
“Everything okay?” Madoc asked as we walked past his lab table.
Ace pressed my face into his shirt while he murmured something to Madoc. I don’t think he meant for me to overhear, but I could have sworn I heard him say something about me and a “heat spike.”
Then Ace continued to pull me forward, leaving a baffled-looking Madoc behind us.
“Where are we going?” I asked him once we were outside the classroom. eady pulse startedAce dragged me down the hall by my hand, his strides so purposeful that it was hard to keep up with
him.
“I need you for something.”
He stopped in front of what looked like a custodian’s closet and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.
“Okay, seriously, what are we doing here?” I tried again.
I watched in shock as he put one of the keys into the doorknob and turned it.
My brow shot up. “You have the key to the janitor’s closet?”
Ace nodded. “It’s a skeleton key. It unlocks any room in the school.” He opened the door, pulled me inside, and closed it behind us.
“How do you have a skeleton key to the school? Why do you have a skeleton key to the school?”
Ace pulled the string hanging from the ceiling, turning on the light in the small closet. Brooms and mops surrounded us, and the shelves were filled with cleaning supplies.
“To get into any room in the school,” Ace said as if it were any kind of valid explanation.
I leveled him with an annoyed look and crossed my arms over my chest. I was starting to think it brought him joy to confuse me. “What the heck are we doing in the janitor’s closet, Ace?”
With a hooded gaze, he started licking his lips while looking me up and down.
I noticed his breathing was very shallow. His chest was expanding and hollowing on rasping pulls of oxygen. I could practically see the arousal overtaking him.
Holy hell, I am so turned on right now. What the hell is going on?
Ace forced me back until my spine was against the closed door. He ran his fingers over my waist before ng about him. Hetugging me against him with a low growl.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach at first…then that funny, ticklish feeling traveled lower, lower, lower… “I needed to kiss you. That’s why I brought you here.” Ace ducked his head and brushed the tip of his nose over my jaw.
A gentle kiss was pressed beneath my ear, and I moaned.
“And I didn’t think you would want me claiming your pretty little mouth in front of the entire class, as much as I wanted to.”
With that, he sealed his lips over mine. Pleasure took over my body, touching everywhere—my stomach, between my thighs, the buds of my breasts.
Ace pushed me against the door while his tongue invaded my mouth, taking complete ownership of me in a way that had me gasping for air against his mouth. I was barely able to stand on my shaking legs.
We had never kissed like this before—never so passionately and out of control. All I could do was hold on to his massive shoulders for dear life while he completely ravished me.
He dragged his tongue against mine, over and over, our lips wet and slippery and eager, using his hips to prop me up against the door so I didn’t fall.
It definitely wasn’t helping to tame the overwhelming fire building inside me. It just made me want more of him.
His lips were red and swollen when he finally pulled back. “Fuck, Doe. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
He gave me another quick kiss while squeezing my ass roughly. “You’ll have to forgive me for the cliché of dragging you to a janitor’s closet to make out with you. I just couldn’t help myself.”
I felt like I was in a daze, totally drunk on the taste of his mouth. I didn’t ever want him to stop kissing me.
“Hey, Ace?” My voice sounded low and strained.
He was too busy watching the way my breasts were heaving to look me in the eye.
“Mm-hm?”
I couldn’t believe I was about to say this. “I had a dream about you this morning. A really good one.”
His attention swung back up to me, intense and heated. “Oh, yeah? Is that why you were whining my name in your sleep? And why I found a wet mess when I reached between your legs?”
His dirty words made me gasp.
So, I was right. He did know I was dreaming about him this morning!
I nodded. “Y-yes.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, gripping me harder. “And what exactly was I doing in this dream?”
I could feel how hard he was getting against my lower stomach. Was it a good idea to get each other this worked up at school? Probably not. But I really didn’t give a shit.
“You were…”
Jesus, I was so turned on, I couldn’t think. If it weren’t for Ace pressing his hips against mine, I would r my waist beforehave been rubbing my legs together, trying to relieve some of the ache in my core.
“You were teaching me how to do something.”
His jaw flexed. “Teaching you what exactly?”
My hips shifted against his of their own accord. “You were teaching me how to…”
“How to?” he coaxed.
I licked my lips. “You were teaching me how to suck your cock.”
He slammed his hands down on either side of my head, and the growl that came from his mouth was carnal and low, traveling through my body and filling me with more need.
After several seconds of intense breathing—during which I knew to keep quiet and allow him to get a hold of himself—he finally spoke.
“Doe,” he said slowly, pressing his forehead against mine, “you’re playing a dangerous game telling me this while we’re at school. You’re playing a dangerous game telling me this at all.” ownership of me I giggled. “You’re the one who needed to take a break from science to go make out in a closet.”
“Oh, it’ll be more than just a break now.” He bent down and nibbled on the little bump on my neck. ould do was hold My body convulsed with a violent shudder.
“Yep,” he said with a heavy breath. “We’re going home.”
Jesus, I was so turned on, I couldn’t think. If it weren’t for Ace pressing his hips against mine, I would have been rubbing my legs together, trying to relieve some of the ache in my core.
“You were teaching me how to do something.”
His jaw flexed. “Teaching you what exactly?”
My hips shifted against his of their own accord. “You were teaching me how to…”
“How to?” he coaxed.
I licked my lips. “You were teaching me how to suck your cock.”
He slammed his hands down on either side of my head, and the growl that came from his mouth was carnal and low, traveling through my body and filling me with more need.
After several seconds of intense breathing—during which I knew to keep quiet and allow him to get a hold of himself—he finally spoke.
“Doe,” he said slowly, pressing his forehead against mine, “you’re playing a dangerous game telling me this while we’re at school. You’re playing a dangerous game telling me this at all.”
I giggled. “You’re the one who needed to take a break from science to go make out in a closet.”
“Oh, it’ll be more than just a break now.” He bent down and nibbled on the little bump on my neck.
My body convulsed with a violent shudder.
“Yep,” he said with a heavy breath. “We’re going home.”
