Chapter 20: Ace pins CC's wrists above her head with one strong hand while using the other to guide their bodies together, growling 'Feel that, princess? That's all me' as she increases the pressure, their swollen clits rubbing in perfect sync until CC screams through another earth-shattering climax.
The word hung between them, thick and needy, tasting of salt and arousal. CC’s wrecked voice, still trembling from her climax, demanded reciprocity. Her green eyes, glazed but insistent, locked onto Ace’s. Her fingers, clumsy with lingering aftershocks, finally popped the button on Ace’s jeans. "I want to feel you too," she whispered again, a raw scrape of sound. "All of you."
Ace’s breath caught, the command echoing in the humid air of the dorm room. She watched CC’s small, determined hands push the denim down over her hips. The sight – CC, flushed and bruised, sprawled on the rumpled sheets, actively undressing her – sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through Ace’s core. Her own clit throbbed, a persistent ache against the fabric of her briefs. She stood, helping shove the jeans and briefs down her long legs, kicking them aside. She stood naked before CC, bathed in the warm, low lamplight, every defined muscle, the dusting of dark hair between her legs, the hard points of her nipples on display.
CC’s gaze traced her body, lingering on the V of her hips, the swell of her biceps. A small, almost disbelieving sound escaped her lips. "Fuck, Ace… you’re…" Words failed her. She just reached out, her fingertips brushing the hard plane of Ace’s stomach.
Ace didn’t hesitate. She moved onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress beside CC’s hips. "Roll over," she murmured, her voice rough gravel. "On your back."
CC obeyed immediately, a slight wince crossing her features as she shifted, her soreness undeniable. Ace positioned herself, her knees bracketing CC’s thighs, her hands gripping CC’s hips firmly. She lifted, pulling the petite blonde beneath her, aligning their bodies. CC’s legs instinctively bent, knees falling open in invitation. Ace settled her weight down, the soft, damp heat of CC’s pussy meeting her own.
The gasp that tore from CC was sharp, surprised. Pure sensation. Ace’s pubic bone pressed firmly against CC’s slick mound. Her own folds, already wet and swollen, ground down against CC’s exposed, swollen lips and throbbing clit. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. Wetness mingling. It was an entirely different kind of friction than the deep, stretching fullness of the strap. This was surface fire, direct, electric, concentrated. Clit against clit.
"Oh fuck!" CC whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow, eyes wide. "Oh god… oh… it’s… different."
"Tell me," Ace demanded, pressing down harder, initiating a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. Her own breath hitched at the sensation – the incredible softness of CC yielding beneath her, the slick glide, the direct pressure on her own aching nerve center. She watched CC’s face, mesmerized by the dawning shock and burgeoning pleasure.
"It’s… everywhere," CC breathed, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking more contact. "Hot. So… direct. Like… like your skin’s alive against me. Right on my… my clit. Oh fuck, Ace…!" Her words dissolved into a high-pitched whine as Ace increased the pressure, grinding down in a firm, circular motion. The rough texture of Ace’s trimmed curls added a delicious abrasion against CC’s sensitive flesh.
Ace groaned, the friction igniting sparks behind her eyelids. She could feel the slickness building between them, hear the soft, obscene shlick of their pussies sliding together. CC’s inner thighs were soaked. "Feel that?" Ace rasped, her voice thick. "Feel how fucking wet you are? How wet you make me?" She shifted slightly, changing the angle, grinding her clit hard directly against CC’s."Yes! God, yes!" CC cried out, her hands flying to Ace’s shoulders, nails digging in. "Harder! Please! Grind harder on me! Make me feel it!"
Ace obeyed, anchoring herself with one arm braced beside CC’s head. She drove her hips down, focusing the intense pressure right where they both needed it. Her own pleasure was a rising tide, sharpening with every rough slide. She could see CC’s clit, flushed and peeking from her slick folds beneath Ace’s grinding pubic bone, utterly exposed and vulnerable to the relentless friction.
The slow grind became faster, more desperate. Ace fucked her own pussy against CC’s, the rhythm primal, seeking mutual ignition. Her breath came in harsh pants, mingling with CC’s ragged gasps and choked moans. Sweat slicked their skin where their torsos pressed together. The scent of their arousal filled the small room, mixing with the fading coffee and the faint vinyl scent from the record player’s slow, sultry tune.
"Fuck, you’re so fucking soft," Ace gritted out, mesmerized by the contrast – her own harder angles, CC’s yielding curves. "Your cunt feels like fucking velvet against mine. Soaking wet velvet." She dipped her head, biting gently on the bruised skin of CC’s neck, making her cry out again. "You love this, princess? Love rubbing your needy little pussy on mine?"
"Love it!" CC sobbed, her hips bucking frantically upwards, meeting Ace’s downward thrusts. "Love feeling you! Your skin! Your wetness! Oh god, Ace… I can feel your clit… rubbing mine… it’s… OH FUCK!" Her body tensed, a high, keening sound tearing from her throat. "Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Make me come like this! Please! Fucking make me!"
Ace felt CC’s inner muscles flutter wildly against her grinding mound. The sensation, combined with the frantic pressure on her own clit, pushed her perilously close. She redoubled her efforts, grinding with brutal intensity, her teeth clenched. "Come on, baby," she growled against CC’s neck. "Fucking come. Rub your clit raw on me. Let me feel you shatter."
CC’s orgasm crashed over her like a breaking wave. She screamed Ace’s name, a raw, guttural sound that filled the room. Her entire body arched violently off the bed, pushing her pussy impossibly harder against Ace’s. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically, spasming against the relentless pressure, a fresh gush of wetness flooding between their grinding sexes. Ace rode the convulsions, her own climax detonating seconds later, ripped from her by the sheer friction and the feeling of CC pulsing beneath her.
It was blinding. White-hot sparks exploded behind her eyes. Her hips jerked erratically, grinding down harder as wave after wave of intense sensation tore through her core, radiating outwards. She collapsed forward onto CC, burying her face in the curve of her neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and Chloe. Their bodies trembled together, slick and heaving, the only sounds their harsh, ragged breaths and the slow, persistent crackle of the record player.
Minutes bled together. Ace became aware of the pounding of her own heart against CC’s chest, the rapid flutter of CC’s pulse beneath her lips. The fevered heat slowly subsided into a profound, boneless exhaustion. And beneath that, a deep, possessive satisfaction.
CC stirred first, a soft, almost involuntary whimper escaping her. Her hands, which had been gripping Ace’s shoulders like anchors, slid weakly down her back. "Fuck," she breathed, the word barely audible. "My clit… it feels… hammered." She shifted slightly, wincing. "Everything… feels hammered."
Ace lifted her head, propping herself up on her elbows to look down at CC. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips kiss-swollen. Bruises bloomed vividly on her neck and collarbone. She looked utterly fucked out. Beautifully wrecked.
"Yeah?" Ace traced a fingertip along one particularly dark bruise. "Sore princess."
CC managed a weak smile. Her hand moved sluggishly between their still-pressed bodies, her fingertips tentatively exploring the sensitive, swollen flesh of her own mound, slick and tender. "So sensitive," she murmured. "Like… a live wire." Her gaze met Ace’s, a spark of her earlier hunger flickering despite the exhaustion. "But… fuck… the way you ground on me…" She trailed off, a blush rising on her cheeks. "I didn’t know… skin on skin… could feel like that."
Ace kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the shared exhaustion and lingering salt. "That’s just skin," she murmured against CC’s lips, her hand sliding down to cup CC’s ass possessively. "Imagine what it feels like… inside." Her thumb pressed firmly against CC’s perineum, hinting at the familiar, deeper ache. "When you’re ready." The harness case under the bed felt suddenly very present. The promise, like the low thrum of the record player, hung heavy in the lamplight. Rest was temporary. The exploration was far from over.