Chapter 15: Raw Confession
The silence stretched, thick as the humid air trapped in Ace’s cramped dorm. Only the fan’s monotonous whir and CC’s shallow, uneven breaths broke the stillness. Ace remained perched on the edge of the mattress, her hand resting lightly on CC’s hip beneath the oversized flannel shirt, the cool dampness of the washcloth long gone. The fierce protectiveness warred with a gnawing guilt deep in her gut. What the fuck did I do? The thought echoed, sharp and unwelcome. CC’s vulnerability, her tear-streaked face, the raw confusion in her eyes… it carved a hollow ache beneath Ace’s ribs that the earlier dominance hadn’t touched.
Then, CC moved.
It wasn't sudden, but deliberate. A slow, almost painful roll onto her side, facing Ace. The flannel gaped open, revealing the flushed curve of her hip, the shadowed dip of her waist. Her green eyes, still swollen and red-rimmed, locked onto Ace’s. They held no accusation now, only a profound, dazed intensity that stole Ace’s breath. CC’s hand trembled as she lifted it, fingers brushing tentatively against the taut muscle of Ace’s abdomen, exposed where her t-shirt had ridden up. The touch was feather-light, hesitant, yet it sent a jolt of electricity straight through Ace’s core.
"Don't stop," CC whispered, her voice raw, scraped thin from crying and screaming. It wasn't a plea; it was a command, low and thick with something desperate. Her fingers traced the ridges of Ace’s abs, dipping lower, towards the waistband of her jeans. "Ace… please." Her gaze burned into Ace’s, stripping away any pretense. "I need…" She swallowed, her throat working. "I need all of you tonight."
Ace froze. The guilt, the protectiveness, the confusion – they evaporated under the sudden, searing heat of CC’s demand. The vulnerability was still there, but it was wrapped in a fierce, undeniable hunger. CC’s trembling fingers hooked into Ace’s belt loop, pulling her closer. Ace leaned in, her own breath catching. "CC…" she started, her voice rough with conflict.
CC didn’t let her finish. With a low, guttural sound that vibrated against Ace’s skin, CC surged up, burying her face in the crook of Ace’s neck. Her lips were hot, frantic, pressing open-mouthed kisses against Ace’s collarbone. Then, sharp and sudden, her teeth sank into the hard muscle of Ace’s shoulder.
"Fuck!" Ace gasped, the sharp pain igniting a wildfire inside her. Any hesitation incinerated. Possession roared back, primal and undeniable. Her hands flew to CC’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath the flannel, hauling her up and backwards onto the mattress. Ace followed her down, pinning her, her taller frame engulfing CC’s smaller one. She ripped the flannel shirt open, buttons scattering onto the sheets. CC’s breasts spilled free, pale and heavy in the dim lamplight, nipples hard and dusky pink. Ace captured one in her mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
CC cried out, arching her back, her fingers clawing at Ace’s shoulders. "Yes! God, Ace! Harder!"
Ace growled against her skin, her free hand shoving roughly between CC’s thighs. She found her instantly soaked, slick heat coating her fingers. "Fucking dripping again," Ace snarled, thrusting two fingers deep without preamble. CC’s hips bucked wildly, her inner muscles clamping down in a vice-like grip. "Can't help yourself, can you? My needy little slut." Ace curled her fingers, finding that spot deep inside, grinding the heel of her hand against CC’s swollen clit.
CC screamed, her head thrashing back against the pillow. "More! Fuck me! Ace, please, fuck me properly!"
The demand ripped through Ace’s last shred of restraint. She tore her mouth from CC’s breast, her eyes blazing. "You want it all?" she rasped, pulling her fingers out with a wet sound. "You want me to fuck that greedy cunt deep?"
"Yes!" CC gasped, her legs spreading wider, knees falling open in blatant invitation. Her green eyes were wide, pupils blown black with lust. "Fill me! Use me!"
Ace scrambled off the bed, her movements frantic. She kicked off her boots, ripped her jeans and boxers down in one violent motion. Her cock, thick and rigid, strained against the confines of the harness she’d worn beneath her clothes – a familiar weight she’d hoped, guiltily, CC might ask for tonight. She fumbled with the buckle, her hands shaking with adrenaline and need. The leather straps felt hot against her hips as she secured it, the silicone shaft jutting out, glistening faintly in the lamplight. She grabbed the bottle of lube from her nightstand drawer, slicking the shaft with thick, cold gel, coating it until it shone.
CC watched her, panting, her chest heaving, her fingers pinching and pulling at her own nipples. The sight of Ace, tall and powerful, harness strapped on, cock gleaming – it sent a fresh wave of slickness gushing from CC’s core. "Hurry," she whimpered, spreading her legs impossibly wider, lifting her hips. "Need you inside me now."
Ace stalked back to the bed, her gaze locked on the glistening pink folds exposed before her. She gripped CC’s hips, hauling her roughly to the edge of the mattress. CC’s ass hung slightly off the bed, her legs hooked over Ace’s shoulders. Ace positioned the broad head of the strap against CC’s soaked entrance, pressing insistently. "Tell me," Ace commanded, her voice a dark rumble.
"Fuck me!" CC cried, pushing her hips down against the pressure. "Put your cock in me! Fill my slutty pussy!"
With a guttural groan, Ace thrust forward, burying the entire thick length inside CC in one brutal stroke.
CC’s scream tore through the room, raw and ecstatic. Her body arched violently, her back lifting clear off the mattress, her cunt clamping down on the invading shaft with incredible force. "FUCK! YES! SO DEEP!" she shrieked, her nails digging into Ace’s forearms.
Ace held herself deep, grinding her hips against CC’s ass, feeling the silicone stretch her impossibly tight. The sensation was overwhelming – the heat, the clenching pressure, the sheer taking of it. She leaned down, her mouth finding CC’s throat. She didn’t kiss; she bit. Sharp, possessive bites along the delicate column, marking her territory. CC writhed beneath her, sobbing with pleasure, her hips jerking erratically.
"Hold still," Ace snarled against her skin, biting harder. She pulled back slowly, dragging the thick shaft almost all the way out, watching CC’s slick pink flesh cling to it. Then she slammed back in, hard and deep, the sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the small room. "Take it! Take every fucking inch!"
She set a punishing rhythm, driving into CC with deep, powerful thrusts that rocked the cheap bedframe against the wall. Each plunge buried her to the hilt, grinding the harness base against her own clit, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. CC was incoherent, babbling curses and pleas, her body a taut bowstring, her cunt gripping Ace’s cock like a wet, hot fist. Ace kept biting, marking CC’s throat, her shoulder, the swell of her breast – claiming her with teeth and cock.
"Gonna come?" Ace growled, pistoning relentlessly, sweat dripping from her brow onto CC’s heaving chest. "Gonna come all over my cock?"
"Yes! Fuck! Ace! I’m gonna—" CC’s words dissolved into a high-pitched keen. Her body locked, rigid, every muscle straining. A guttural cry ripped from her throat as her cunt spasmed violently around the thick silicone shaft buried deep inside her. Wave after wave of convulsions gripped Ace, milking her cock, pulling her own climax violently to the surface.
Ace roared, a sound ripped from her gut. She slammed deep one final time, grinding hard as her own orgasm detonated. White-hot pleasure surged through her, centered on her clit where the harness base pressed relentlessly, radiating outwards until her vision blurred. She collapsed forward, her weight pressing CC deeper into the mattress, her teeth sinking one last time into the juncture of CC’s neck and shoulder as the aftershocks shook them both.
They lay tangled, slick with sweat, breathing ragged gasps that filled the silence left by their cries. The fan hummed, pushing the thick, musky scent of sex around the room. Ace slowly disengaged, the silicone slipping free with a wet sound. She fumbled with the harness buckle, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. She rolled onto her back beside CC, both of them staring at the water-stained ceiling, chests heaving.
CC shifted first. Slowly, gingerly, she turned onto her side, facing Ace. Her skin was flushed, marked with bites and fading red handprints. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, sated, but beneath the exhaustion, that same intense gaze held Ace captive. She reached out a trembling hand, tracing the fresh bite mark on Ace’s shoulder, her touch surprisingly gentle. Then her fingers drifted lower, over Ace’s sweat-slicked stomach, towards the damp thatch of dark curls between her legs.
Ace caught her wrist, not roughly, but firmly. "Enough," she rasped, her voice wrecked. "You’re wrecked."
CC’s lips curved into a faint, exhausted smile. "So are you." Her fingers flexed against Ace’s grip. "Still… mine?" The question was soft, tentative, echoing Ace’s earlier claim, but seeking confirmation.
Ace met her gaze. The possessiveness was still there, a low thrum beneath her exhaustion, but tempered now. She released CC’s wrist and instead pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her, tucking CC’s head under her chin. CC’s body molded against hers, soft and pliant, skin cooling against skin. Ace pressed her lips to CC’s sweat-damp hair. "Yeah," she breathed, the word thick with exhaustion and something deeper, more terrifying. "Still mine."
CC sighed, a sound of profound relief, and nestled closer. Her breathing deepened, evening out towards sleep almost instantly. Ace held her, staring into the shadows cast by the flickering lamp. The gnawing guilt was back, sharper now, mingled with a fierce, protective tenderness and the terrifying weight of that simple word: Mine. The bite marks throbbed faintly on CC’s skin, visible even in the dim light. Proof. Claim. And a question neither of them could answer yet, hanging heavy in the scent of sex and sweat and old paper. Outside, the campus slept. Inside, Ace held her world, bruised and claimed, and wondered what the fuck came next.