Chapter 12: Raw Possession
The slam of the door echoed like a gunshot in the small room, rattling the posters on the walls. Ace was across the space in two long strides, the crushed flowers and pooling coffee forgotten. Before CC could gasp, a strong hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her fingers viciously out from the damp heat beneath the jersey hem. Ace slammed CC’s hand flat against the headboard, pinning it there with crushing force. Her other hand shoved roughly between CC’s spread thighs, fingers plunging through soaked curls to find her entrance slick and swollen.
CC cried out, half in shock, half in raw relief, her body arching involuntarily towards that demanding touch. The scent of her own arousal, mixed violently with Ace’s sweat from the jersey, filled her nostrils.
Ace leaned down, her face inches from CC’s, her breath hot against the blonde’s neck. Her teeth scraped the sensitive skin below CC’s ear, not quite biting, a promise of pain. “You want me to fuck you like in the videos, baby?” Ace growled, the words low and rough, vibrating against CC’s skin. Her pinned fingers dug deeper, finding the swollen bud of her clit and rubbing it hard, making CC’s hips jerk off the mattress. “Then fucking beg for it.”
Tears pricked CC’s eyes – humiliation, yes, but beneath it, a desperate, clawing need that obliterated shame. Ace’s eyes, dark and predatory, held hers, refusing to let her look away. The power in them, the sheer command, ignited something primal deep within CC’s belly. She couldn't form words, only whimpers escaping her throat as Ace’s thumb pressed punishingly against her clit.
“Use your words, princess,” Ace commanded, her voice a gravelly rasp. She shifted her weight, pressing CC deeper into the mattress. The rough mesh of the jersey scraped CC’s flushed skin. “Tell me what you want my cock to do to you.” The crude word, so stark in Ace’s mouth, sent a fresh wave of slickness gushing around the fingers still pressed firmly against her entrance.
The demand shattered CC’s last resistance. The image of Ace on the field, fierce and powerful, merged with the woman pinning her down, smelling of leather and sweat and dominance. “Please,” CC gasped, her voice cracking. “Please, Ace… fuck me.”
“Louder.” Ace’s thumb ground down. “Tell me how.”
“Hard!” CC cried out, her body writhing, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of her. “Fuck me hard! Like… like before! Please!”
A savage grin touched Ace’s lips. She released CC’s clit, curling her long fingers and driving them abruptly deep inside CC’s cunt with a brutal thrust. CC screamed, the sudden stretch, the raw invasion, hitting her like a jolt of electricity. Ace’s fingers were thick, calloused from bike chains and soccer balls, and they filled her impossibly, stretching her walls wide. Ace didn’t pause, didn’t tease. She started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes, her wrist driving hard, knuckles slamming against CC’s flesh with every inward thrust.
“Fuck!” CC shrieked, her back bowing, her free hand scrabbling at Ace’s taut forearm, finding no purchase. “Yes! Oh god, yes! Like that!”
“Watching my fucking games?” Ace snarled, her breath coming faster now as she pistoned her fingers relentlessly. She leaned down, her teeth finding CC’s earlobe, biting down hard enough to make her yelp. “Getting off on me sweating? On me winning? Is that what gets your little cunt dripping?” Her free hand ripped at the jersey, pulling the neckline down, exposing CC’s full breasts. Ace’s mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping the tender peak, while her fingers never slowed their brutal rhythm.
The dual assault was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure blurred into a white-hot agony of need. CC’s vision swam. She was being split open, consumed, claimed all over again. Her cries were wild, incoherent, punctuated only by Ace’s guttural groans and the obscenely wet slap of fingers plunging deep into her soaked pussy. “Ace! More! God, more! Fuck me! Don’t stop!” She was babbling, lost in the furious, demanding rhythm Ace set. The earlier shame was incinerated, replaced by a desperate hunger only this woman could satisfy.
Ace released her nipple with a wet pop, lifting her head. Her eyes were blazing, her own arousal evident in the flush creeping up her neck, the tightness around her eyes. “You like getting fucked like a whore?” she demanded, curling her fingers inside CC, finding that spongy spot and grinding the heel of her hand against it while her fingertips pressed hard. “This what you craved while you were washing my fucking taste off you?”
CC shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with terrifying force, a violent convulsion that locked every muscle. Her scream was raw, primal, tearing from her throat as her cunt clamped down viscously around Ace’s fingers, pulsing and gushing. Her body bucked wildly, uncontrollably, as wave after wave of intense, almost painful pleasure crashed over her. Ace didn’t relent. She kept fucking her through it, her strokes turning even deeper, harder, prolonging the convulsions until CC was sobbing, her voice hoarse, tears streaming down her temples.
Only when CC’s body finally went limp, trembling violently, did Ace slow. She withdrew her fingers slowly, slick and glistening. She held them up, watching CC’s dazed, tear-filled eyes follow them. Then, deliberately, she brought them to her own mouth, sliding them between her lips, sucking the taste of CC off them with a low groan, her eyes never leaving CC’s face. The intimacy of the act, after the brutality, was somehow more shocking.
Ace lowered herself, her body covering CC’s trembling form. Her hand, sticky with CC’s release, slid possessively over her hip, gripping hard. She buried her face in the crook of CC’s neck, breathing raggedly against her damp skin. No words. Just the heavy weight of her, the frantic beating of her heart against CC’s breast, and the lingering, sharp smell of sex and sweat and Ace’s forgotten coffee, now gone sour on the floor. The silence stretched, thick with exhaustion and the enormity of what had just happened. The jersey, soaked with more than just Ace’s sweat now, clung to CC’s skin. Ace’s grip tightened, anchoring her. For now.