Chapter 35: Ace slams CC face-first into the doorframe, yanking her panties down with one rough tug before driving three thick fingers into her dripping pussy from behind while biting marks into her shoulder. 'You feel that?' Ace snarls, curling her fingers brutally as CC screams, 'That's how fucking deep I'm in - now take it like you mean it.'
The silence after the leather harness hit the floor had stretched into something suffocating. Days bled into each other within the cramped dorm room walls, a tense ceasefire punctuated by the rustle of turning textbook pages and the low hum of Ace’s laptop. Textbooks were spread across the small desk, notebooks open. Three pillar candles flickered erratically on the windowsill, casting long, dancing shadows that did nothing to dispel the chill that had settled between them. The scent – old paper, warm wax, and the lingering ghost of their last violent coupling – was cloying.
Ace sat stiffly at her desk, staring unseeing at a diagram of a bicycle gear system. Her knuckles were white around her pen. Every muscle felt coiled, ready to spring. Across the room, perched on the edge of the rumpled bed, CC sketched furiously in her fashion portfolio. The scratching of her pencil was like nails on a chalkboard. Her blonde hair was pulled back severely, revealing the tense line of her jaw. She hadn’t met Ace’s eyes since… since the aftermath. Since Ace watched her tremble beneath the towel.
"You missed study group again," Ace finally said, her voice flat, cutting through the brittle quiet. She didn’t look up.
CC’s pencil snapped. The sharp crack echoed. "Didn’t feel like it," she muttered, her voice thick with something that wasn’t quite defiance, wasn’t quite defeat. Resignation, maybe. Or simmering resentment.
"Lee texted. Asked if you were okay." Ace kept her tone deliberately neutral, but the name hung in the air like poison. Lee. The witness. The judgment.
CC slammed her portfolio shut. "He saw enough, didn't he?" Her voice rose, edged with a brittle hysteria. "Does he want a fucking report? Photos? Maybe we should send him the shower video too! Seems like everyone gets a fucking highlight reel!"
Ace whipped around in her chair. "Don't," she snarled, the word lashing out. "Don't you fucking drag that into this."
"Why not?" CC stood up, her petite frame vibrating with sudden, brittle energy. Green eyes, usually warm, were chips of ice. "It’s all part of the show, right? The crazy dyke and the straight girl slut, putting on a fucking spectacle! First the showers, then the parking lot like animals, then that!" She gestured wildly towards the spot where the harness had lain. "You think fucking me like a whore with that… that thing fixed anything? Made me forget how you pinned me against Lee's car like I was fucking property?" Tears welled, spilling over, tracking mascara down her cheeks. "It just made me feel dirtier!"
Ace surged to her feet, the chair scraping violently. "You wanted it!" The accusation tore from her throat. "You fucking begged for it! You rode my fingers watching that goddamn video like it was your fucking lifeline! You screamed for me to fuck you harder!"
"I was trying to feel something that wasn't shame!" CC shrieked, backing towards the door. "Anything but the fucking shame! But you… you just give me more! You and your goddamn anger and your possessiveness and your… your fucking straps!" She spun, fumbling for the doorknob. "I can't do this anymore! I'm done! I'm fucking out!"
The sight of CC reaching for the exit, for escape, detonated something primal in Ace. The carefully constructed walls of numbness and control shattered. The hollow ache in her chest exploded into a supernova of raw, terrifying need. She crossed the small space in two long strides.
"No." The word was a guttural command. Ace slammed her palm flat against the door just as CC yanked it open an inch, forcing it shut with a heavy thud that rattled the flimsy frame. Before CC could react, Ace grabbed her shoulders, whipping her around and pinning her back hard against the wood. Their bodies collided – Ace’s tall, muscular frame crushing CC’s soft curves against the unyielding surface. Chests heaved against each other, breath mingling hot and frantic in the cramped space between their faces. Candlelight caught the tear tracks on CC’s cheeks, the fierce desperation in Ace’s dark eyes.
"Let me GO!" CC screamed, twisting, trying to shove Ace away. Her small fists pounded uselessly against Ace’s shoulders. "Get OFF me!"
Ace leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp that vibrated against CC’s skin. "You don't get to run. Not this time." Her grip tightened, fingers digging into the thin fabric of CC’s sweater dress. "Not after everything. Not after you crawled under my skin and fucking built a nest."
"I didn't ask for this!" CC sobbed, struggling harder. "I didn't ask for you to… to fucking ruin me!"
"RUIN YOU?" Ace roared, the sound raw and scraping. The carefully guarded words, the feelings she’d choked back for months, erupted like shrapnel. "Is that what you think this is? Me ruining you? You stubborn, oblivious, infuriating fucking brat!" Her face contorted, a mask of anguish and furious longing. "I'm in love with you!"
The words hung in the air, charged and impossible. CC froze mid-struggle, her eyes widening, breath catching in a shocked gasp. Her lips parted slightly.
Before she could speak, before the confession could fully register or be denied, Ace crushed their mouths together.
It wasn't a kiss. It was a collision. Teeth clashed. Lips mashed hard, bruisingly. It was desperation, fury, and the terrifying, naked truth of that confession all fused into one brutal act. Ace kissed her like she was trying to consume her, to force the words into her, to brand her. She tasted salt – tears, sweat – and the faint sweetness of CC’s lip balm. It was messy, violent, and utterly devoid of tenderness.
CC whimpered, a small, broken sound against Ace’s mouth. For a heartbeat, she remained rigid. Then, with a sob that was half-anguish, half-surrender, she kissed Ace back. Just as hard. Just as desperate. Her hands, which had been pushing, clawed into the back of Ace’s t-shirt, fisting the fabric, pulling her impossibly closer. Her mouth opened under Ace’s assault, tongues clashing, a frantic, wet tangle.
Ace growled deep in her throat, the sound vibrating between them. The kiss deepened, turning filthy, hungry. Ace freed one hand from pinning CC’s shoulder, sliding it roughly down her side, over the curve of her hip, and under the hem of her dress. Her fingers found bare skin, hot and smooth. She yanked the fabric up, bunching it around CC's waist, exposing her thighs and the flimsy lace of her panties already dampening at the center.
"Fuck," Ace gasped against CC's mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to look down. Her hand slid between CC’s legs, rough denim scraping CC’s inner thigh. She pressed the heel of her palm hard against the soaked lace, grinding. "Fucking wet already. Even now? Even after all this shit?"
CC cried out, her head hitting the door with a thud, eyes squeezing shut. "Shut up," she gasped, hips bucking instinctively against the pressure. "Just… fuck me. Stop talking and fuck me, Ace!"
Ace didn’t need asking twice. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of CC’s panties, tearing them down her thighs with a single, brutal jerk. The flimsy lace gave way instantly. CC kicked them off her ankles. Ace shoved her own sweatpants and boxer briefs down just far enough to free herself, the movement frantic, graceless. The cool air hit her skin, but the heat radiating from CC was overwhelming.
She grabbed CC’s right thigh, lifting it roughly, hooking it over her own hip. The position forced CC wider open, pinned against the door, completely vulnerable. Ace stepped in closer, the hard muscle of her bare thigh pressing firmly against CC’s exposed, dripping center. She ground against her, the rough friction of denim against wet, sensitive flesh making CC yelp.
"No," Ace rasped, her lips against CC’s ear, her breath hot and ragged. "Not that. Not this time." Her free hand slid back down, fingers spreading CC open. They were slick, swollen, glistening in the candlelight. Ace lined herself up, the hard length of her thigh pressing insistently against CC’s entrance. "Open wider," she commanded, voice thick.
CC whimpered, shifting her hips, trying to accommodate. Ace pressed forward, her thick, muscular thigh sinking inexorably into the hot, slick vise of CC’s pussy. There was no gentle slide, just the relentless pressure of muscle forcing its way into yielding, desperate heat. CC’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from her as Ace filled her, stretching her wide on the unyielding column of flesh. It was raw, almost brutal in its intimacy, the angle deep and demanding.
"Fuck… Ace!" CC choked out, nails digging into Ace’s back through the t-shirt. "Oh god… yes!"
Ace groaned, the sensation of being gripped so tightly, so wetly, by CC’s cunt around her thigh sending jolts of pure electricity through her. She braced one forearm high on the door above CC’s head, leaning her weight in, driving her thigh deeper. She began to move. Short, sharp thrusts of her hips, grinding her thigh flesh deep inside CC’s clutching channel. The wet squelching sound was obscenely loud in the room, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of their bodies hitting the door, the ragged gasps and choked cries torn from CC’s throat.
"Feel that?" Ace gritted out, watching CC’s face contort with each inward grind. "Feel how deep I can get? How fucking full I make you?" She shifted, angling her hip slightly, ensuring the thick muscle rubbed hard against CC’s clit with each thrust. "Gonna make you come just like this. Humping my fucking leg like a desperate bitch against the door. Is this what you need? Huh? Tell me!"
"YES!" CC screamed, her body arching, breasts pressed flat against Ace’s chest. "Need it! Need you! Fuck!Harder! Please, Ace, harder! Make me come!"
Ace slammed her thigh forward with brutal force, grinding and rotating her hip bone against CC’s clit. CC’s entire body locked, her cunt clenching like a vice around Ace’s thigh muscle. A raw, ragged scream ripped from her lungs, echoing off the door, as her orgasm slammed through her. Wave after wave of violent tremors shook her, her inner walls milking Ace’s leg, gushing hot wetness that soaked Ace’s denim and dripped down her own thighs.
Ace rode it out, grinding relentlessly, watching the ecstatic agony twist CC’s beautiful face. She felt CC’s leg tremble where it was hooked over her hip, threatening to give way. As the shudders began to subside into exhausted trembles, Ace slowly withdrew her thigh. It slid free with a slick, wet sound. CC slumped against the door, panting, eyes glazed, legs trembling. She was a mess – dress hiked up, hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
Ace leaned in, capturing CC’s mouth again. This kiss was slower, deeper, tasting salt and surrender. She kept her thigh pressed firmly against the apex of CC’s legs, the denim soaked through and radiating heat.
"Love you," Ace murmured against her lips, the words rough but undeniable this time. Not a weapon. An anchor. A terrifying truth laid bare in the wreckage.
CC didn’t answer. She just kissed Ace back, her body softening against the door, trembling with aftershocks and something else – exhaustion, maybe. Or the sheer, overwhelming weight of what had just been said and done. Ace held her there, pinned between her body and the door, feeling the frantic pounding of CC’s heart against her own. The candles flickered, casting their tangled shadows on the wall, a tableau of violence, confession, and fractured need. The words hung heavy in the air, fragile and immense, a fragile truce bought with tears and bruising force. Outside, the campus hummed with oblivious night life. Inside, the silence returned, thick now with the echoes of the impossible. Ace rested her forehead against the door beside CC’s head, breathing in the tangled scent of sweat, sex, candle wax, and the terrifying, undeniable reality of loving Chloe Davis. The collision course hadn't ended. It had just shifted, hurtling them towards an even more treacherous unknown.