Chapter 20
Shelby
"Ace,” I moan out his name as he sucks one nipple deeper than the last nipple. "I want you to touch me"—I pant out—"everywhere." My head is going to explode with the anticipation of him touching me. His eyes go a deep blue after I say the words, and I'm afraid that I've upset him, and I want to cover myself up. Maybe I was too forward with him. I'm such a hussy is the only thing I can hear in my head. "But if you don't want to." I try not to sound hurt, but my voice doesn't hide anything.
"Lie back," he commands me. "And spread your legs for me." My stomach flutters, and my body moves to his command. I lie back on the cushions, and my legs drop from around his waist. His eyes never leave mine as I lie back and open them for him. "Fuck," he hisses right before his hands come to the little square white material in the middle of my legs. "You’re wet." His fingertips graze right over my clit, and I groan. Before, when I was straddling him, I thought I was going to come just from rubbing myself on him. My body is on fire for him, unlike I've ever been before. "Push your legs back," he says, his eyes on his fingers that rub my clit over the fabric. "I need to taste you." His fingers move the material to the side, and his mouth is on me. His tongue slides up my slit toward my clit in one long lick. "Good God," he says again as he licks back up, and then when he gets to my clit, he uses the tip of his tongue to go around in a soft slow circle. My legs open wider for him as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
"Ace.” I say his name frantically as my back arches off the couch.
"You want something?" he asks, looking up at me as he licks up and then around and repeating it two more times. "Tell me." He sucks my clit into his mouth as he watches me. My hips move up to get closer to him. My body feels like it's going to explode. "Tell me what you need." He sucks my pussy into his mouth, and my hands move over my head to the back of the couch.
I look into his eyes. "If you don't make me come," I pant out as his hot tongue slides inside me. "I'm going to ride your face until you make me come."
He smirks at me and kisses the side of my leg next to his head. "I'll make you come," he assures me. "You just have to tell me how you want it." He licks me softly. "Do you want it soft?" His tongue goes around in a circle in what feels like an eternity. "Or do you want it hard?" He nips at my clit and sucks it into his mouth.
"Fuck me." My body shivers.
"That's after, baby," he says. "Right now, I just need to know how you want me to make you come."
I can't even think as I watch him lick me up and down, taking his time. "Hard." That’s the only word I get out before he groans and slides two fingers into me. His other hand holds my leg up so he can get in there better. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit while he finger-fucks me with two fingers. Slamming into me over and over again while biting my clit and then flicking it. Every two pumps, he bites and then flicks. "I'm almost there." I don't think he is even listening to me because his mouth is too busy pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I let go of the couch and roll my nipples between my fingers, feeling it in the center of my core. My legs move on their own as I try to open wider for him, and then my hips start to move. "Ace,” I pant out his name as one of my hands goes to the back of his head, and I pull his hair. "Right there," I say as his finger fucks me, rubbing over my G-spot over and over again.
"I can't get enough," he admits, sucking my clit into his mouth, and all I can do is close my eyes when I feel myself come over his fingers and his tongue. "That's it," he says, moving his fingers even faster as I ride out the orgasm. And just when I think that I'm at the end of it, he bites down on my clit and presses on my G-spot, making me come again. I pull his hair and push him into my pussy. "That's it," he says, licking me. "I think you have one more in you." I move my head from side to side in slow motion as I come down from what has to be the best orgasm of my life. "Yes, you do," he says to me. "I can feel it in you."
"No," I refute, my hand falling from his head, and he chuckles.
"Your mouth says no." He moves his fingers in and out of me, turning them. "But your pussy." He sucks my clit into his mouth. "Your pussy is begging me to let her come again."
"Ace," I warn, my stomach getting tighter as he talks dirty to me. "No," I say, but my legs open wider for him. "I can't."
"Yes, you can. I can feel your pussy getting tighter," he says. "Watch." My eyes go to the middle of my legs as I watch his fingers fuck me.
"I've never watched before," I say, my eyes never moving from his fingers.
"You like it, don't you?” I don't know if he's asking me or telling me. "Your pussy is getting even wetter since you started watching me." He brings his other hand up, licking his thumb and then rubbing my clit in circles. "After, you're going to watch my cock fuck you," he states. "Over and over again." My legs start to shake, and I can feel the build-up again.
"I don't believe this," I say right before I come on his fingers for the third time in a row. I try to close my legs to get him to stop moving, but he doesn't. He goes on until my body is limp like an overcooked noodle. He kisses my inner thigh. "Are you a sex god?" The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Like, did you take lessons and go to a special school?"
He moves over me now. "You make me lose my mind," he confesses, and I just roll my eyes. "Shelby." I look at him. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you." My hand comes out to touch his stomach as he bends and kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth as I taste myself on him. "Anyone."
I know that we will have to have a conversation later. I know that there are things we need to speak about. I know all this, but my body isn't listening to my head. "Why are you wearing so many clothes?" I ask him when I let go of his lips. My hand goes to the hem of his shirt. "We need to start taking off layers," I tell him. "So I can touch the places I've wanted to touch."
He moves away from me, taking his shirt off. "Where exactly do you want to touch me?" he asks with a smirk, and all I can do is sit up.
"This is done better if you are standing up." I smirk at him, and he stands up in front of me. "See, much better." I put my hands on his hips. "Except with your shorts, I saw a little bit more." My hands go to the button of his shorts. "I saw a little bit more." I unzip his shorts, and they fall to his ankles. I see the wet spot on his boxers. "I guess I wasn't the only one wet." I wink at him, and all he can do is look at me.
"I thought I was going to full-blown come in my pants," he discloses to me, and then he looks down at me when I put my hands on his hips. "Are you going to tell me where you thought about touching me?" he asks with a smile on his face, and I swear all I can do is smile at him. "You know what?" He shakes his head. "Better if you just show me."
I put my head back and laugh. "Well, I'm going to let you know," I start to tell him, ignoring the way my neck gets heated. "I'm not good at this." I avoid his eyes now. "So there is that."
"The fuck?” He steps out of my reach, and I look up at him. "What the actual fuck, Shelby?" I tilt my head to the side, not sure. "Why the hell would you say that?"
I take a deep inhale. "I've been told," I say, ignoring the way my leg starts to bounce nervously. "That I'm not the best at that."
He holds up his hand, stopping me from speaking. I'm waiting for him to give me a pity look, but instead, his eyes just lighten up. "I think it's better if you show me." He steps into my reach again. "So you were going to show me where you wanted to touch me."
"Well, I wanted to lick you all over, but . . ." I move his boxers down just a touch, showing me that side muscle I've thought about biting for the last two days. "This," I say, nipping at the side muscle. "This right here was it." I move to the other side. "But there was also another part of you I thought about."
"Is that so?" He looks down at me with his hand behind him as if he's offering himself to me on a platter.
My hands move his boxers over the tip of his cock, and I have to stop midway as I come face-to-face with his cock. "This is the nicest penis I've ever seen in all my life." My mouth says the words, and it doesn't even stop there. No, it continues on its destructive path of embarrassing myself. "That's from experience and also from porn movies."
"Um, one, thank you, I think," he says. "And two, later, after I've had you a couple of rounds, you and I are going to watch a movie together," he says, and I just look at him.
"Is that a fact?" I ask him, already anticipating it. "Will it be a play-by-play?"
"You bet your ass it will," he confirms, and I grip his cock in my hand and lick the tip. His jaw goes tight.
"Can you do me a favor?" I ask as I swallow the tip of his cock and taste his precum. I look up at him as I swallow a bit more of his cock. "Will you do me a favor?"
He blinks his eyes a couple of times. "I'm sorry, with your hand on my cock and my cock in your mouth, I don't even know what words I'm speaking right now."
I don't know why that sentence gives me the courage. "I need you to tell me what I'm doing wrong." I move my hand up as I take more of his cock into my mouth. "Can you do that?" I look up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. "I just don't know how bad it is." I suck him as far back as I can take him, moving my hand at the same time as my mouth. "I mean, it's not like I don't like it." I try to take him a bit deeper, but I've never had anyone so big and so wide. "I love doing it," I say as my hand moves up and down his shaft. "It's sexy and . . ." I take him in my mouth. "Makes me wet."
"Shelby," he says my name with his jaw clenched. "For the love of God." He holds my head in his hands as he fucks my mouth. "I'm going to come down your throat in two more seconds."
My hand picks up speed, moving over his shaft all the way to the top, and then I lift my mouth off him. "Yes," I say, taking him back into my mouth and moving my hand up to play with his balls. "Come down my throat," I urge him, looking up at him. "Watch me." I slurp off his cock. "Watch me swallow your cum," I tell him, and he groans out my name.
"Shelby." He thrusts his hips as I swallow every last drop down. His hips stop thrusting into me as he looks down at me.
I release his cock, expecting it to go soft, but it doesn't, so my hand just keeps jerking it. "That was . . ." he says, trying to find the words, and I don't want him to lie to me.
"It was okay, right?" I ask, leaning forward and taking his cock again.
"It was more than all right," he assures me, and I stop moving.
"You don't have to lie to me, Ace." He reaches down and picks me up and all I can do is yelp.
"Trust me, Shelby," he says, looking into my eyes. "I will never ever lie to you." He kisses my lips. "Now I want you on the bed,”he rubs his nose with mine, “spread for me."
"Um, do you need a little bit of time to . . ." I cock my head to the side. "Recover." I look down at his still-hard cock, amazed. "I can start without you to get things going."
"I don't think you understood the words I said before," he says. "I've been dreaming about this moment for a long, long time."