Chapter 8: Three's a Crowd (But Not Really)
The slam of Lee’s car door was swallowed by the parking lot’s ambient buzz, leaving Ace and CC cocooned in the sudden, charged silence. CC trembled, pinned against the chilled metal of the Prius hood, Ace’s taller frame crowding her, radiating heat that battled the cool night air. The scent of spilled beer, cheap perfume, and exhaust fumes mixed with the intoxicating aroma of CC’s arousal, thick and unmistakable. Ace’s hand was still buried in the soaked lace of CC’s panties, two fingers curled possessively inside her, feeling the desperate, fluttering clench around her knuckles. The damp heat was overwhelming.
"Fuck, you’re drenched," Ace growled, the vibration rumbling from her chest into CC’s body. Her other hand fisted in the fabric of CC’s blouse, bunching it near her shoulder. "Shattering glass over me talking to someone? That jealous, princess?" Her voice was low, rough, a dangerous edge beneath the heat. She twisted her fingers within CC’s slick channel, pressing hard against the sensitive front wall. CC’s head snapped back against the hood with a thud, a ragged cry tearing from her throat, her hips bucking wildly, grinding down onto Ace’s hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more Ace.
"Y-you let her…" CC gasped, her voice fractured, tears still clinging to her lashes, smudging her mascara. Her green eyes were wide, dark pools of need and wounded pride, fixed on Ace’s face. "Her hands… her lips…"
"Means nothing," Ace snarled, cutting her off. She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of CC’s ear, her breath hot. "Look at me, Chloe." She thrust her fingers deeper, harder, the heel of her hand grinding against CC’s swollen clit through the soaked lace. "Do you feel this? Who’s making you feel this?" She pressed down ruthlessly. "Who’s got their fingers buried in your tight little cunt?"
"Ace!" CC whimpered, her whole body arching, her nails digging deep crescents into the leather of Ace’s jacket sleeves. "God… yes… you… only you!"
"Damn right, only me." Ace pulled her fingers out with a slick sound that made CC moan in protest. Before the sound fully left her lips, Ace hooked her thumbs into the waistband of CC’s panties and jeans and yanked them down her thighs in one rough motion, baring her completely to the cool air and Ace’s burning gaze. CC’s pale skin glowed faintly under the distant streetlamp, the dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs glistening wetly. Ace’s sharp intake of breath was pure hunger.
"Up," Ace commanded, her voice guttural. She hoisted CC easily, the strength in her arms undeniable, lifting her petite frame until CC was perched fully on the edge of the hood. The metal was cold against her bare ass, a shocking contrast to the heat flooding her core. Ace stepped between CC’s thighs, forcing them wide apart, spreading her open.
"Anyone else ever made you this fucking wet?" Ace demanded, her eyes fixed on the glistening, swollen flesh before her. She didn’t wait for an answer. She dropped to her knees on the gritty asphalt, her hands gripping CC’s hips, pulling her right to the edge. "Anyone else ever tasted you?" Her breath ghosted over CC’s heat, making her shudder violently. "Made you come so hard you screamed?"
"No," CC choked out, her hands flying to Ace’s short dark hair, tangling in the damp strands. "Ace, please…"
"Please what, baby?" Ace murmured, nuzzling the inside of CC’s thigh, teeth grazing the soft skin. "Please show you?" She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto CC’s with fierce intensity. "Show you exactly who this cunt belongs to?"
Before CC could gasp, Ace’s mouth was on her. A broad, wet stroke from the sensitive skin behind her entrance all the way up to her clit, lapping up the flood of her arousal. CC cried out, her hips jerking. Ace groaned into her, the sound vibrating through CC’s entire body. She didn’t tease. She feasted. Her tongue was relentless, plunging into CC’s entrance, fucking her with deep, demanding strokes, then swirling around her clit, sucking the swollen bud hard into her mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. She used her lips, her teeth – gentle nips that made CC gasp – her whole face buried in CC’s pussy, inhaling her scent, devouring her.
"Oh fuck! Ace! Oh god! Right there! Fuck!" CC babbled, her back arching off the hood, her fingers tightening painfully in Ace’s hair, holding her exactly where she needed her. The world narrowed to the searing heat of Ace’s mouth, the rough texture of her tongue, the unbearable pressure building low in her belly. She could hear the filthy, wet sounds, feel Ace’s nose pressing against her clit, the scrape of stubble high on her inner thighs. It was raw, primal, a claiming. Ace was obliterating everything – the soccer fan, the jealousy, the crowded bar – with her mouth and her sheer, undeniable focus.
"Taste so fucking good," Ace growled against her, her voice muffled by CC’s flesh. She slid two fingers back inside CC’s drenched channel, crooking them upwards, finding that spot deep inside as her tongue continued its ruthless assault on CC’s clit. "So fucking tight on my fingers. Come on this mouth, baby. Come right fucking now."
The double assault was too much. The command in Ace’s voice, the unrelenting pressure, the sheer ownership of it shattered CC. Her climax ripped through her with terrifying force. She screamed, a raw, throaty sound that echoed slightly in the parking lot, her back bowing impossibly as her hips snapped against Ace’s face. Her cunt clamped down violently on Ace’s fingers, a rhythmic pulsing that sent wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashing over her. Ace rode it out, drinking her down, fingers pumping firmly, tongue relentlessly massaging her clit through the convulsions until CC was sobbing, writhing, utterly spent, collapsing back onto the cold metal hood.
Ace slowly pulled her fingers free, glistening wet. She rose to her feet, her own breathing ragged, her eyes dark and blazing as she looked down at the wrecked girl before her. CC lay trembling, eyes closed, legs splayed open, her pussy exposed and glistening under the streetlight, the evidence of her climax smeared on her inner thighs and Ace’s chin. Ace unzipped her jeans with a sharp tug, shoving them and her boxer briefs down just enough to free her cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, the head slick with her own arousal. She gripped herself, giving a few rough strokes, her gaze never leaving CC’s flushed, vulnerable body.
"Open your eyes, Chloe," Ace commanded, her voice thick. CC’s long lashes fluttered open, her green eyes dazed but fixed on Ace’s face. Ace moved forward, stepping out of her boots and kicking the jeans the rest of the way down her legs. She was naked from the waist down now, her muscular thighs framing CC’s hips. She guided the thick head of her cock through CC’s slick folds, coating it thoroughly in her wetness, bumping against her swollen clit, making CC gasp and jerk.
"Look at me," Ace repeated, gripping her own cock at the base. She positioned the blunt head right at CC’s slick, stretched entrance. "See who’s fucking you." She locked eyes with CC, holding that intense, possessive gaze as she pushed forward in one long, inexorable thrust, burying herself to the hilt in the hot, clutching tightness of CC’s cunt.
CC cried out, a sound of pure, overwhelmed sensation – pain edged with mind-blowing fullness. Ace filled her completely, stretching her, the friction intense. Ace groaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction, her head dropping forward for a second before she forced it back up, maintaining eye contact. Her jaw was clenched, muscles in her neck corded with the effort of control.
"All mine," Ace ground out, her voice tight. She pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, letting CC feel every ridge, every inch of her, before slamming back in with brutal force, her hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin sharp in the relative quiet. "This cunt. Mine." Another punishing thrust. "This body. Mine." Another, deeper this time, angling to hit that spot that made CC see stars. "Fucking shattering glass over me? You think I want anyone else after this?" Ace demanded, her thrusts settling into a hard, relentless rhythm, each one driving the air from CC’s lungs, each one punctuated by the possessive declaration in her eyes.
CC could only cling to Ace’s shoulders, her head thrashing against the hood, gasping with every deep penetration, every grinding withdrawal. The fullness was overwhelming, the friction building a new fire deep inside her already sensitized body. She could feel Ace everywhere – inside her, surrounding her, possessing her with every powerful stroke. Ace leaned over her, bracing one hand beside CC’s head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, holding her in place for the pounding. Their sweat-slicked chests pressed together, the worn cotton of Ace’s band tee rough against CC’s thin blouse. Ace’s breath was hot against her neck, ragged gasps mixed with low curses.
"Feel that? Feel how deep I am?" Ace grunted, pistoning into her. "Who owns you this deep, Chloe? Say it."
"You!" CC sobbed, the word ripped from her. "You do, Ace! Only you!" Her inner walls were fluttering, clenching desperately around Ace’s thick cock, another orgasm coiling tight at the base of her spine, amplified by the sheer physical domination and the raw possessiveness blazing in Ace’s eyes.
"Fuck yeah, I do," Ace growled, her rhythm faltering, becoming more urgent, more desperate. She thrust harder, faster, the hood of the Prius rocking slightly under their combined force. "Gonna come. Gonna fill this tight little cunt up. Mark you inside." Her words were filthy, primal promises. She buried her face in the curve of CC’s neck, biting down lightly, a claiming mark as her hips snapped forward erratically, once, twice... On the third brutal thrust, she stilled, buried to the root, a guttural groan tearing from her throat as she pulsed, hot and thick, deep inside CC. Her body shuddered violently against CC’s, her grip on CC’s hip iron-tight.
Feeling Ace’s release, the hot flood filling her, triggered CC’s own climax. It was less explosive than the first, but deeper, more consuming, a wave of intense, full-body tremors that radiated from where they were joined, milking Ace’s cock as she spilled inside her. CC muffled her cry against Ace’s shoulder, her body clamping down rhythmically, drawing out Ace’s pleasure until Ace finally slumped over her, breathing like she’d run a sprint, her weight heavy and warm.
They lay like that for long moments, tangled against the Prius, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the distant thump of music from the bar. Ace’s softening cock was still nestled inside CC, a heavy, intimate weight. Slowly, Ace lifted her head. She looked down at CC, her eyes still dark, but the possessive fire softened by something raw, almost vulnerable. She gently brushed a strand of sweat-damp blonde hair from CC’s forehead, her thumb tracing the smudged mascara beneath her eye. Then, slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving CC’s, she brought her fingers – the ones that had been inside CC earlier, still glistening with her combined release – to her lips and sucked them clean, tasting her.
"Only you," Ace whispered, her voice rough with spent passion and absolute certainty.