52. Truth
My pussy squeezed at the thought of licking Ace’s cock, again and again, and again.
Sweat dripped down my neck, and a breathless whine escaped me.
“You’re getting hot again, huh, sweet thing?” he said.
I nodded, too busy admiring the curve of his throbbing length between my fingers to give him a real answer. My mind was fixed on what it would feel like when it was finally inside of me.
I bet that curve will hit me in exactly the right spot— “Doe”—Ace’s ragged voice snapped me out of the stupor—“I think it might be time to let me take over, hm?”
He looked down to where my thumb was swirling around the tip of his erection. I could hear his teeth grinding as he clenched his jaw.
“Why?” I gripped him harder, worried he was going to pull away from me. My uncontrollable arousal spoke for me next: “I want to suck your cock. I want your cum down my throat.”
His hips shot up once again while he sent a quiet prayer up to the ceiling.
I must have been hallucinating because I could’ve sworn I saw Ace’s eyes flash black before returning to their natural blue.
I didn’t have time to worry about it. I needed him in my mouth, to please him and feel him twitch and throb against my tongue. I needed his cum.
Just as I started to bend down, ready to take the head of his cock between my lips, Ace grabbed me by
my jaw and stopped me.
I whimpered. No, no, no.
“Hold on there, Doe. Fuck. ~Fuck,” Ace cursed as he looked down at me, taking in my desperate eyes and my hand that still holding his manhood in an iron grip.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but now might not be the best time for you to wrap your sweet lips around my cock, baby.”
I whined again. I didn’t understand. He seemed to be just as eager and desperate as I was. I could feel it under my palm and see it in his face. Why wouldn’t he want it?
“I’ll let you take me down your throat any other time you want. I promise.” He tightened his grip on my jaw and pulled me toward him so I was forced up his body.
With a huff, I begrudgingly released his cock and straddled his stomach.
He put the back of his hand against my sweaty forehead and frowned. “Right now, though, I’d rather take care of you.”
His hard stomach felt amazing under my wet slit. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips so my clit grazed over his abs, gasping in delight.
“But you already took care of me,” I said. “In the car, remember? It’s my turn.”
Ace moved me down his body just slightly. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head when his length found a spot between the lips of my soaking pussy, brushing up against my sensitive nub.
The only thing separating us at this point was the thin string of my thong. It felt absolutely wonderful.
“It’s my birthday, remember?” he said gruffly. He thrust his hips with mine to a consistent rhythm.
“Don’t you keep reminding me of that? This is all for my birthday, so I get to decide some things.”
The jerk was using my own words against me.
But, then again, who was I to say no to a second orgasm?
“Okay.” I nodded. I honestly didn’t care what happened now as long as he ended up inside me. “I’m done being in charge now.”
Ace let out a loud growl of triumph. The next thing I knew, I was flipped in the air, landing on my back with Ace above me.
I blinked up at him. Sometimes I forgot how strong he was. “You just have to be on top, don’t you?”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” He gave me the same boyish grin that made my knees weak.
He swept his hands up the inside of my thighs, gently pushing them apart so he could fit his hips between them. “You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”
He played with the elastic at my bikini line. “I need to make sure you know how much I appreciate my birthday present before it ends up in scraps on my floor.”
“Ace. Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was even asking for. “I need you.”
Never in a million years would I have expected to become a begging mess when I was turned on. I thought I had more class than that. But I didn’t feel embarrassed.
Not with Ace. I felt safe with him.
“I fucking love it when you beg for me.” He rolled his hips against mine, hitting me in the exact right spot. “You know I’ll always take care of you, don’t you, Doe?”
“Too much talking, not enough kissing,” I rasped.
I saw his pupils dilate before he bent down to put his lips on mine. Tremors moved through me, my femininity squeezing and weeping, demanding to be filled.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and attempted to slide them down my legs. He must have decided it was taking too long because he growled, “Fuck it,” and ripped them from my body.
“Ace!” I admonished him. “I was hoping to wear those again, you know!”was. I could feel it “Don’t care. I’ll buy you a million new pairs. Especially now that I know how goddamn sexy you look in them.”ed his grip on my He ripped my bra and corset off with the same sense of urgency, leaving us both completely bare and desperate for each other.
Ace leaned back and took a moment to study my nude body before seeming to lose all composure. He basically attacked my neck with his mouth, sucking the bump near my throat fiercely.
I groaned, and so much wetness trickled out of my sex that I was sure he must be feeling it.
“Ace,” I panted, digging my nails into his back. “Condom.”
“Condom?” He was making his way down my body now, kissing and licking my breasts. He took a
nipple into his mouth.
Oh, ~fuck.~ “Y-yeah,” I stammered, still bucking my hips against his. “There are condoms in my purse.” Shit, did I leave that in the car?
“Why the fuck do you have condoms in your purse? Where did you get them?”
I veered back slightly. Why did he sound mad? “My parents gave them to me a while back. I think they thought we were”—I swallowed—“having sex.” I cringed.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”
Ace sucked in a breath. “Is that what you want?” nding on my backI nodded slowly. “That was sort of the plan. Did I not make that clear?”
When Ace finally spoke, his words were slow and careful. “So, you’re telling me, this entire night was leading up to us fucking?”
I hesitated. “Yes?” Did he think I bought the lingerie just to tease him?
Ace laughed. He looked down at my naked body beneath his and then back up at me. Then he laughed again.
“I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to—”
Ace slid his hand beneath my head and hauled my face up so it was right in front of his, our noses nearly touching. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”
I giggled as he pressed his mouth back to mine. For a moment, we got lost in the kiss.
“Ace,” I said against his lips. “Condoms.”
He shook his head, tightening his hold on the back of my neck. “No.”
He tried to thrust his tongue into my mouth, but I quickly turned my head so he licked my cheek instead. Ace didn’t seem bothered by this and left a wet, sloppy trail across my chin and neck.
“N-no?” I moaned as he started down my body again.
“No condoms,” he clipped. “If you think there’s going to be a barrier between us when I take you for the first time, then you’re crazy. And so are your parents.”
Wait, what?
“But what if I…?” I trailed off as he gently bit my neck, totally ridding me of my ability to finish my thought.
He finally moved back so he could see me. His eyes were ablaze with lust. “What if you what?”
“Well, um, what if I g-get pregnant? What if you get me pregnant? I’m not on birth control or anything.”
His nostrils flared. “I would love nothing more than to fill you with my babies and watch your belly get round and big, over and over again, until we have a family of our own. A big one.”
Massive alarm bells went off in my head. “I’m sorry?”
“You got a problem with something I said, baby girl?”
I paused, searching his expression, trying to understand what was happening. The irises of his eyes were definitely much darker in this lighting. It was a little scary.
“Uh, yeah, kind of.” My arousal faded a bit. “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself?
We’re only eighteen.
“There is absolutely no way I will be having sex with you without any sort of protection. No way am I letting you get me pregnant.”
Ace’s chest heaved. I knew that look. He was trying to keep himself in check before he lost control.
I stared right at him, not willing to back down on this. I could hardly believe we were even having this back. I think theyconversation.
“Ace, you’re kind of freaking me out. You’re not being serious, right?” I tried to make my voice softer.
I wanted to understand what was going on inside his head.
The vulnerability and fear in my expression must have penetrated his barrier because his body loosened.
“No,” he grunted. His tone was much more even. His eyes seemed clearer too. “No, you’re right. I’m not being serious. I didn’t mean any of that.”
“Then…then why did you say it?”
“I’m sorry, Doe. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to confuse or upset you. Something just came over me.
I don’t know how to explain it. I—I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
I was having déjà vu. The desperation in his voice reminded me of how he’d behaved the day before when he’d brought me back to his house and begged me to let him take care of me.
He spoke in circles, said things that didn’t make any sense, and acted completely out of character, like insisting he lick the bruise on my back.
The same thing happened when he bit me in his car after I ran from him and fell asleep in the woods.
The next morning, he kept apologizing, all while looking disoriented and agonized.
He wasn’t himself then and he definitely wasn’t himself right now.
I framed his face in my hands. “Is everything okay? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
A muscle slid up and down in his throat—the first sign of vulnerability I’d seen from him all night.
“I’m…” He paused.
For a moment, I thought he might actually be honest with me.
ch your belly get
I stared right at him, not willing to back down on this. I could hardly believe we were even having this conversation.
“Ace, you’re kind of freaking me out. You’re not being serious, right?” I tried to make my voice softer.
I wanted to understand what was going on inside his head.
The vulnerability and fear in my expression must have penetrated his barrier because his body loosened.
“No,” he grunted. His tone was much more even. His eyes seemed clearer too. “No, you’re right. I’m not being serious. I didn’t mean any of that.”
“Then…then why did you say it?”
“I’m sorry, Doe. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to confuse or upset you. Something just came over me.
I don’t know how to explain it. I—I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
I was having déjà vu. The desperation in his voice reminded me of how he’d behaved the day before when he’d brought me back to his house and begged me to let him take care of me.
He spoke in circles, said things that didn’t make any sense, and acted completely out of character, like insisting he lick the bruise on my back.
The same thing happened when he bit me in his car after I ran from him and fell asleep in the woods.
The next morning, he kept apologizing, all while looking disoriented and agonized.
He wasn’t himself then and he definitely wasn’t himself right now.
I framed his face in my hands. “Is everything okay? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
A muscle slid up and down in his throat—the first sign of vulnerability I’d seen from him all night.
“I’m…” He paused.
For a moment, I thought he might actually be honest with me.
