Chapter 28: Ace's breath catches when she hears the telltale wet sounds from inside the storage shed. Peering through the cracked door, she sees CC sprawled across the equipment bench, Ace's jacket barely covering her full breasts as her fingers pump in and out of her glistening cunt. 'You gonna watch all night?' CC pants, her green eyes glazed with need as she drags a nipple between her teeth, 'Or you gonna come claim what's yours?'
The scent hit Ace first as she pushed open the creaking door of the equipment shed – damp earth, old leather, and something else. Something sharp, primal. Sweat, but layered beneath it, thick and unmistakable, the musky tang of arousal. Her own frustration, honed to a fine point during the long, solitary afternoon spent pacing her dorm room and crafting a dozen aborted apologies, evaporated instantly. The air crackled.
Dusk filtered through the grimy high windows, painting stripes of bruised purple and fading orange across the concrete floor littered with deflated soccer balls, discarded cones, and coiled jump ropes. Dust motes danced in the dim light. And there, perched precariously on a stack of folded mesh goals, was CC.
Not hiding. Not broken. Waiting.
Naked except for Ace’s faded varsity letterman jacket. The dark blue wool engulfed her petite frame, the sleeves swallowing her hands, the hem brushing the tops of her creamy thighs. It gaped open, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, the pale pink tips hard and pebbled in the cool air. Her long blonde hair was loose, cascading over the jacket’s shoulders like spilled honey. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the dusty concrete. One hand braced behind her on the mesh, the other…
Ace’s breath caught, ripped from her lungs.
CC’s other hand was buried knuckle-deep between her own spread thighs. Fingers worked rhythmically, slick sounds echoing obscenely loud in the confined space. Her head was thrown back against the metal frame, throat exposed, lips parted in a silent gasp. The golden light caught the sheen of sweat on her collarbones, the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs, the desperate clench and release of her fingers inside herself.
She heard the door. Her eyes snapped open, finding Ace frozen in the doorway. Emerald green, wide and dark, blazing with a heat Ace had never seen before. Not fear. Not confusion. Raw, unfiltered need. A challenge.
"Took you long enough," CC gasped, her voice husky, strained. Her fingers didn’t stop. They plunged deeper, curling, drawing a choked moan from her own lips. Her hips lifted off the mesh, grinding down onto her hand. "Been… fucking waiting…" She spread her legs impossibly wider, the movement deliberate, obscene. The jacket gaped further, offering Ace a full, devastating view: the flushed, swollen lips of her pussy stretched taut around her own thrusting fingers, glistening wetness dripping down onto the concrete beneath her. "See something you want, Walker?"
The raw hunger in CC’s voice, the deliberate vulgarity, shattered the last of Ace’s restraint. Lee’s words – She’s fucking miserable without you – collided violently with the sight before her: CC, marked by her jacket, fucking herself raw in their secret place, waiting. Not hiding. Wanting. Demanding.
Ace slammed the shed door shut behind her. The latch clicked, sealing them in the thick, scent-choked air. She crossed the space in three long strides, her cleats scraping harshly on the concrete. She didn’t speak. Words were ash. There was only the pounding of her blood, the roar in her ears, the magnetic pull of the wet, glistening center of CC’s spread thighs.
She dropped to her knees between CC’s legs with a force that jarred her own bones. Her hands, rough from soccer and bike grease, shot out. One clamped onto CC’s hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the sharp bone. The other slapped CC’s hand away from her cunt with a sharp, wet smack.
"Fuck!" CC cried out, more surprise than pain, her eyes widening further.
Ace didn’t hesitate. She replaced CC’s fingers with her own face. She buried herself in the scorching wet heat, inhaling the thick, musky scent, tasting her – salt, musk, pure fucking CC. Her tongue was a broad, flat stroke, lashing from the tight, clenching hole of her ass up through the dripping slit, gathering the flood of arousal, pushing hard against the swollen bud of her clit.
CC screamed. A raw, ragged sound that tore through the shed. Her hips bucked violently, trying to grind against Ace’s mouth. Ace held her hip firm, pinning her in place. "Stay. Fucking. Still," Ace growled against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through CC’s body. Ace’s tongue became relentless. Not gentle. Not teasing. A claiming. She speared deep into CC’s cunt, fucking her with her tongue, hard and fast, curling it, searching for the spots that made CC’s thighs clamp around her ears. She sucked fiercely on CC’s clit, pulling the swollen nub between her lips, worrying it with her teeth just shy of pain.
"OhgodohgodohgodAce!" CC babbled, her hands scrabbling at Ace’s short hair, fisting it, pulling her closer, deeper. Her back arched off the mesh goals, the jacket slipping further down one shoulder. "Yes! Fuck! Like that! Harder! Please!"
Ace obeyed. She drove her tongue deeper, lapping at the gushing wetness, feeling CC’s inner muscles flutter wildly around her intrusion. She slid two fingers easily into the drenched channel, meeting no resistance, only slick, clenching heat. She crooked them, pressing hard against the front wall, finding that spongy spot inside.
CC shrieked, her body bowing like a drawn bowstring. "THERE! FUCK! RIGHT THERE!" Her thighs trembled violently around Ace’s head.
Ace fucked her with her fingers, deep and punishing, matching the rhythm of her tongue on CC’s clit. She added a third finger, stretching her wide, feeling the incredible tightness yield. CC’s cries turned guttural, animalistic. She was drenched, Ace’s chin slick with her juices, the sounds of wet penetration, sucking, and CC’s desperate gasps filling the small space.
"Who do you belong to?" Ace snarled, pulling her mouth away for a second, her fingers still pistoning ruthlessly inside CC’s clutching cunt. Her voice was rough, dark, possessive. "Say it!"
CC’s eyes were glazed, unfocused. Tears streamed down her temples, mingling with sweat. "You!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "You, Ace! Only you!"
"Mine," Ace growled, surging back in. She sucked CC’s clit back into her mouth, biting down gently, then harder, making CC yelp and convulse. Her fingers pumped faster, deeper, the heel of her hand grinding against CC’s clit as her mouth worked. She could feel it building, the tremors intensifying, CC’s inner muscles spasming around her fingers in frantic pulses.
CC’s scream this time was wordless, primal. Her body locked rigid, every muscle straining. A gush of wetness flooded Ace’s mouth and hand, soaking her wrist. CC shuddered violently, wave after wave of brutal convulsion ripping through her. Her fingernails raked Ace’s scalp, her cries dissolving into choked, gasping sobs as the orgasm tore through her with shocking violence.
Ace didn’t stop. She rode it out, fingers still buried deep, tongue lapping at the aftershocks, drinking down CC’s release, the taste bitter and sweet and utterly consuming. She kept her pinned, held captive by the relentless pressure, until CC finally collapsed back against the mesh, boneless, trembling, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Sweat plastered strands of blonde hair to her flushed cheeks and neck. Ace’s jacket hung precariously off one shoulder, revealing the pale curve of her breast, the nipple still hard.
Slowly, Ace withdrew her fingers, slick and glistening. She lifted her head, her own breathing harsh. She looked up at CC, her jaw wet, her eyes dark pools reflecting the fading light through the windows. CC stared back, her green eyes huge, pupils blown wide, filled with a shattered exhaustion and a dazed, terrifying hunger that mirrored Ace’s own.
The silence that followed was thick, charged. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy. Ace slowly raised her wet fingers to her own mouth, never breaking eye contact. She sucked them clean, tasting CC’s climax, the salt of her sweat, the raw truth of what just happened. The act was deliberate, possessive, a silent echo of her earlier claim.
CC watched, a fresh tremor running through her. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. The defiance, the raw demand she’d shown moments before, was gone. Replaced by something vulnerable, exposed. The jacket, Ace’s jacket, was the only shield she had left.
Ace lowered her hand. The taste of CC lingered on her tongue, potent and confusing. The frantic energy that had driven her to her knees was gone, replaced by a hollow ache beneath the fading adrenaline. She’d answered CC’s desperate call, claimed her with mouth and hands, felt her shatter. But staring up at CC’s tear-streaked, shattered face, marked by her jacket and her touch, Ace felt no triumph. Only the chilling certainty that nothing was fixed. The broken table leg, the bite marks, the fear… it was all still there, lurking beneath the slick heat and desperate cries. The shed felt less like sanctuary and more like a confessional box reeking of sin. Her own fingers, now clean, trembled faintly against her thigh.