Chapter 9: Ace's possessive grip tightens as she rolls CC onto her back, the morning sunlight catching the bite marks and hickeys scattered across CC's throat and breasts. 'You're not running from this,' she rasps, pushing two thick fingers back into CC's still-sensitive pussy while her other hand fists in blonde hair. 'Not after last night.'
Sunlight, thin and hesitant, sliced through a crack in the dusty blinds, painting a stripe across Ace’s bare shoulder and onto the rumpled sheets. CC blinked, the world swimming into focus: the unfamiliar, slightly sagging dorm mattress beneath her, the faint smell of old textbooks and Ace’s unique scent – clean sweat, leather, and something earthy beneath – clinging to the pillowcase. Ace’s arm was a heavy, warm band across her waist, her breathing deep and even against the back of CC’s neck. The events of the previous night slammed into CC’s consciousness like a freight train: the jealousy, the shattered beer glass, Lee’s exasperated exit, the cold metal of the Prius hood against her skin, Ace’s mouth, Ace’s fingers, Ace’s cock… Her entire body throbbed in remembered ecstasy, a dull ache between her legs a testament to the intensity.
Panic, sharp and sudden, spiked through her. Straight. The word echoed uselessly in her foggy mind. You’re supposed to be straight. This… this was chaos. Beautiful, terrifying, overwhelming chaos. She needed air. Needed space to think without the intoxicating haze of Ace’s proximity muddling everything. Carefully, inch by excruciating inch, she began to slide out from under Ace’s arm. Her bare feet touched the cool, gritty linoleum floor. Almost free. She reached for her crumpled dress, discarded near the foot of the bed.
A hand clamped down on her wrist like a steel trap. CC gasped, her heart leaping into her throat.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
Ace’s voice was a low, sleep-roughened growl, vibrating against CC’s spine. Before CC could form a coherent thought, Ace yanked her backward. The world tilted. CC landed flat on her back on the mattress with a muffled whumpf, Ace rolling with terrifying agility to pin her down. Ace’s weight settled heavily atop her, one strong thigh wedged between CC’s legs, a powerful forearm pressing across her collarbones. Ace’s face hovered inches above hers, sleep-tousled dark hair falling across her forehead, eyes like chips of obsidian, wide awake and blazing with a possessiveness that stole CC’s breath.
"A-Ace…" CC stammered, trying to push weakly against the immovable pressure. "I just… needed the bathroom…"
"Bullshit," Ace snarled, her breath warm on CC’s face. That single word held the echo of the parking lot, of shattered glass flung in jealous fury. Ace’s gaze raked over CC’s face, lingering on her swollen lips, the fading mark on her neck from last night. "Tryin’ to sneak out? After that?" Her voice dropped, dangerous and intimate. "After I fucked you so deep you screamed yourself hoarse? After you came all over my tongue, then clenched down on my cock like a fucking vice?"
CC flushed crimson, the explicit reminder sending a traitorous jolt of heat straight to her core. "I wasn’t sneaking!" she protested, the lie feeble even to her own ears.
Ace leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of CC’s ear. "Liar." Then, without warning, she bit down hard on the sensitive curve of CC’s collarbone. Not playful. A sharp, claiming sting that made CC cry out, arching into the pain-pleasure mix. Ace soothed the mark instantly with a hot, wet swipe of her tongue. "Mine," she growled against the damp skin. Her hand slid down CC’s side, rough palms scraping over ribs, waist, hip, and then plunged between her legs. CC hadn't even realized how wet she was until Ace’s fingers found her naked slit – she hadn’t managed to get her panties back on last night. Ace groaned, a sound of pure, feral satisfaction. "Fuck, you’re already dripping. Thinking about running got you this wet?"
"No!" CC gasped, but her hips betrayed her, lifting instinctively towards Ace’s touch.
Ace’s fingers plunged into her without preamble, two thick digits spearing into her slick heat, curling upwards instantly to find that spot that made CC’s vision blur. "Tell me you were thinking about sneaking off," Ace demanded, her fingers setting a ruthless pace, pumping in and out, the heel of her hand grinding against CC’s clit.
"I… I… oh god, Ace!" CC writhed, caught between the sharp invasion and the building pleasure. She tried to clamp her thighs together, but Ace’s leg held them ruthlessly apart.
"Say it!" Ace commanded, biting her earlobe. "Tell me you were gonna walk out that door after I claimed every fucking inch of you." She added a third finger, stretching CC deliciously, the stretch a sharp counterpoint to the deep, relentless pressure inside. "After I made you come so hard on my face you soaked the goddamn pavement?"
"Yes! Okay, yes!" CC sobbed, the confession ripped from her as Ace’s thumb pressed hard circles on her clit. "I was scared! It’s… it’s too much!"
Ace stilled her fingers, buried knuckle-deep inside CC’s pulsing cunt. "Scared of this?" she murmured, her voice softening almost imperceptibly, though her gaze remained intense. She flexed her fingers, making CC whimper. "Scared of how good I make you feel?" She withdrew her fingers slowly, glistening wet, and brought them to CC’s lips. "Taste yourself, baby. That’s what you are for me. Wet. Needy. Mine."
Held captive by Ace’s stare, CC opened her mouth. Ace pushed her soaked fingers past CC’s lips. The taste of her own arousal, musky and tangy, flooded her senses, a shockingly intimate act that sent another wave of heat crashing through her. She sucked instinctively, her tongue cleaning Ace’s fingers, the obscenity of it making her moan around the digits.
Ace watched, mesmerized, her breathing growing ragged. "Fuck, that’s it," she groaned. She pulled her fingers free, then abruptly flipped CC onto her stomach. CC gasped into the pillow as Ace shoved her thighs wide apart, exposing her completely. Ace’s calloused hands gripped CC’s hips, hauling her ass up into the air. The cool air hit her wet folds, making her shiver. Then Ace’s mouth was on her again, not gentle, not teasing. A hot, demanding tongue licked a broad stripe from her dripping entrance up to her clit, then plunged back inside her hole, fucking her with it, mimicking the thrust of a cock. CC cried out, pushing back against Ace’s face, the sensation raw and overwhelming. Ace devoured her, sucking hard on her clit, tongue delving deep, the rasp of her stubble against CC’s inner thighs a delicious abrasion. The sounds were filthy, wet, sucking noises that filled the small room. CC buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as Ace ruthlessly pushed her towards the edge with her mouth alone.
"Gonna come?" Ace growled against her swollen flesh, her tongue circling CC’s clit rapidly. "Come on my fucking face. Like last night. Do it."
The command, the relentless pressure, the sheer mastery of Ace’s mouth shattered CC’s control. Her orgasm tore through her, a silent scream locked in her throat as her body convulsed, hips grinding helplessly against Ace’s face, her cunt pulsing around Ace’s driving tongue. Ace rode it out, drinking her down, only stopping when CC collapsed, trembling and gasping, onto the bed.
Before CC could recover, Ace flipped her back over. Ace was naked now, having shed her boxers while CC was lost in her climax. Her cock stood hard and thick against her stomach, glistening at the tip. She grabbed CC’s hips again, pulling her forward, positioning herself. The blunt, slick head nudged against CC’s stretched, sensitive entrance.
"Look at me," Ace commanded, her voice thick with urgency. CC forced her dazed eyes open, meeting Ace’s burning gaze. Ace pushed forward, not slowly this time, but with a single, powerful thrust that buried her cock to the hilt in CC’s still-quivering cunt. CC cried out, the sudden, deep fullness stealing her breath, the friction reigniting the embers of her climax instantly.
"Yeah, take it," Ace groaned, her hips already pulling back, then slamming home again with brutal force. "All of it. My cock belongs in this tight fucking pussy." She set a punishing rhythm, each deep thrust rocking CC’s entire body up the bed, the headboard thudding dully against the wall. Ace leaned over her, bracing her weight on one arm beside CC’s head, the other hand fisting in her blonde hair, holding her head still, forcing her to maintain eye contact. Sweat dripped from Ace’s brow onto CC’s chest. "See me? See who’s fucking you? Who owns this cunt?"
"You!" CC gasped, her voice breaking with every powerful stroke. "Ace! Oh god, Ace!" Her legs wrapped around Ace’s waist, heels digging into the muscles of her ass, pulling her deeper, meeting her thrusts. The stretch was intense, almost too much after the night before, but the pleasure was blinding, obliterating thought, obliterating fear. She was nothing but sensation: the deep slide of Ace’s cock, the desperate clutch of her own inner walls, the possessive fire in Ace’s eyes.
"Gonna fill you up," Ace panted, her rhythm becoming erratic, frantic. "Mark you inside again. Make sure you remember who you belong to when you try to fucking leave." She drove into CC with a final, brutal thrust, burying herself impossibly deep, and held there. A guttural roar tore from Ace’s throat as she pulsed, hot seed erupting into CC’s depths in thick, scalding spurts. CC felt the flood, the intimate claiming, and it triggered her own, secondary climax, a sharp, clenching release that milked Ace’s cock as she emptied herself.
Ace collapsed onto her, crushing her into the mattress, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together. CC could feel the frantic hammering of Ace’s heart against her own chest, the hot puff of her breath against her neck. Ace’s softening cock remained nestled inside her, a heavy, possessive weight. The silence stretched, punctuated only by their ragged breathing and the hum of the fan. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with dust and old paper.
Slowly, achingly slowly, Ace shifted her weight. She didn’t pull out entirely, just moved enough to cradle CC’s face in one hand, turning it towards her. The ferocity was gone from her eyes, replaced by a raw vulnerability CC had never seen before, a crack in the confident armor. Ace searched CC’s face, her thumb brushing over CC’s kiss-swollen lips. The intensity of the parking lot, the bite on the collarbone, the raw claiming – it all hung unspoken between them.
Her voice, when it finally came, was rough, quiet, stripped bare. "Stay?"