Who: Ace and Katee What: A dinner date When: Friday Evening Where: A Thai restaurant and then Ace's home Warnings: NSFW
Ace had picked up Katee after her shift, wearing something a little less formal than the suit he'd been decked out in that afternoon. He'd decided on a simple button- down shirt beneath his sweater and a pair of jeans with sneakers to round out the outfit. Once he'd collected Katee from work, he'd gotten directions from her and they'd gone to the Thai restaurant she knew of. Their orders had been placed and now Ace couldn't seem to stop grinning across the table at her. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he asked her. It was decidedly hard to focus on anything but the pretty girl across the way from him. Especially when all he wanted to do was taste her again.
Katee blushed, smiling down at the table, picking at the edge of the table. She wasn’t used to hearing compliments, more accustomed to brushing off insults, playful or otherwise. She knew she was a lot to handle, knew she could irritate people. Finding someone who wanted to spend time with her, as more than a friend, was still amazing to her. Her hair was tied back in two low buns, a little more makeup on than she’d had earlier. She’d taken off the t-shirt she’d been wearing at work, leaving her in a deep purple vest, and the bright pink leopard-print skinny jeans she’d been wearing earlier.
“You too,” she replied, sliding her foot forward under the table, nudging her toe against the side of his foot. She leant forward on the table, her chin on her hand, elbow on the hard surface. “Seriously, I’m trying to work out what’s wrong with you,” she grinned. “You can’t be smart, and that hot, and interested in me.” She raised an eyebrow. “So, you wanna share your deep, dark secret? Skeletons in the closet?”
He shrugged a little. "Honestly? I don't think so," he murmured. "I mean other than what you know about my friend passing away. There's more to that story than he just took his life, but I don't know if you wanna hear all about that or not," he explained. "And I mean I told you about what I am and that didn't freak you out so I guess you're not afraid of the skeletons in my closet," he smiled. He wasn't sure why more people weren't interested in her. She was sweet, funny and absolutely adorable at the same time as being sexy as hell.
“If you want to talk about it,” she said softly, “I’ll listen.” She tilted her head to the side. “But I think that might need to be a conversation with booze and privacy. And not sitting in a restaurant.” She smiled a little, trying to make him feel better. “I’m a crier. Like, I cry over ridiculous things. Commercials. Films. Sephora discontinuing my favorite lipgloss. I’m like the most ridiculous human being ever.” She wasn’t ashamed of it, though. Her passion was part of who she was, and while she sometimes regretted her temper, she couldn’t hate who she was. There was no point.
He nodded a little. "Yeah," he agreed. Talking about his friend in the midst of the restaurant didn't seem like the right thing to do. Privacy would be much better, he thought. His eyes slid over her body again, and right down the front of her vest to behold the pink and blue polka dot bra she had beneath it. "You're not ridiculous," he assured her. "You're adorable."
Katee followed his gaze, blushing and straightening a little as she realised that she’d been leaning forward far enough that Ace could see right down her shirt.
“Behave,” she teased, trying not to grin at him. She couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night, how gentle he’d been with her, how good his mouth on her had felt. It made it incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything else. She shifted a little in her seat, her temperature picking up a little, heat pooling between her thighs. God, she had to stop thinking about it, stop thinking about him.
"Oh go on and ruin all my fun," he commented, teasingly rolling his eyes at her. "I'm trying to behave but you make it difficult," he reminded her. And she did. He too was stuck on the previous night and how good she felt and how perfect she tasted and he was more than tempted to drag her off to the bathroom so he could have a little more fun with her. He managed, however, to keep some self restraint.
She blushed harder, biting her lower lip. “Sorry,” she said, not really meaning it. She liked that he was so interested in her, that he couldn’t help the way he reacted to her. And the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her was definitely an ego boost.
Their food arriving was a bit of a rude awakening, and Katee had to blink at the waiter, concentrating for a moment as she tried to remember exactly what she’d ordered. “Um, sorry, yes, that’s mine.” She grinned, sitting back as he set the food down in front of both of them. “Your fault,” she accused Ace once the waiter had walked away. “Being all distracty and cute.” Once again, he was wearing a shirt that left a triangle of bare skin visible, and Katee was having a similar problem to Ace, keep her eyes above chin-level. God, she kept finding herself wanting to lick him. She’d never had that before. Yes, abstractly, famous actors she found hot. But she always said it in a jokey way. She’d never actually had to fight the urge to lean across and taste a guy.
He grinned at her fumbling and once the waiter left them to their meal, he chuckled a little. "My apologies," he teased. "I will try not to be so distracting, but I can't promise anything." Ace knew he wasn't a bad looking guy, but Katee looked at him like he was God's gift to women and it was certainly a boost to his confidence to know he had that sort of effect on her. Her eyes playing at the bit of his chest showing in the V at the top of his shirt amused him and as he took a bite he couldn't help but smirk a little around his fork.
Katee dragged her eyes up to his mouth, just in time to see him smirk around his fork. She kicked him gently under the table, though she was grinning as she looked down at her plate.
“You’re distracting,” she said, “like I said.” She was blushing fiercely now, embarrassed that he’d noticed. She focused on her dinner, looking down at her plate rather than across the table at Ace.
He chuckled a little when she kicked him. "Sorry," he said, even though he wasn't sorry at all. He was quite content to be tormenting her because whether she knew it or not, she was pretty distracting herself. Her eyes, her smile, the cute way she ate her food. Little ridiculous things that were drawing him in more and more. He was winding himself up over the pretty girl across the table from him and he thought he might snap if he kept it up.
"So tell me more about you," he said. He was curious about her and wanted to know as much as she'd be willing to tell him. "Hopes, dreams, fears," he shrugged. "Anything you're willing to divulge."
She shrugged, playing with her fork, twirling it around in her fingers.
“Until I was twelve, I wanted to be in the Olympics,” she admitted, voice soft. Only her grand mother knew that. None of her friends did. “I was a gymnast,” she smiled at him. “A good one, too. I had scouts from China and the US both wanting to talk to me.” Her grin widened a little. “I’m still pretty flexible.”
"I'm sure you are," he commented, shifting slightly in his seat because the thought of her being flexible was definitely hard to ignore. His body certainly didn't want to ignore it and the way his jeans started to feel tight, he knew if he kept thinking about her flexibility, he might just burst. "Do you ever think about going back into it?" he asked.
Katee shook her head, looking down. “Nah,” she said softly. “I quit when my parents died. I um,” and wow, she could really put a downer on conversations.
“I ran away. And when I came back, I didn’t want to take up training. Not the same anyway.” She poked at her food, pushing it around her plate. “I wouldn’t be good enough now. Not to compete.”
"I don't think that's true," he told her, shaking his head a little. "I mean if you never tried, how do you know for sure? And even if you weren't good enough to compete, didn't you used to love it?" he asked her. It was obvious that the mood had taken a bit of a downturn and he hoped he could bring it right back up again. "If you love something, you should do it, whether or not you're good at it doesn't matter. If it makes you happy, that's the whole point."
“I still go to gymnastics classes,” she replied, smiling softly. “It helps keep me in shape.” It didn’t give her the same thrill that it used to, though. Not without her parents in the stands watching her, without the buzz of a competition. Putting her fork down, she sat back.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I totally ruined dinner.” She felt bad; she’d wanted to share something with him, something no one else knew about, and she’d managed to depress them both. “Can we go back to yours?” She asked quietly. “I think...I think I’d like to cuddle up with you in the blanket fort and watch a movie.”
He frowned a little and shook his head. "You didn't ruin dinner," he promised her. Getting up from the table, he moved towards her and bent enough to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'll grab the check and a couple of to-go boxes and we'll go back to my place," he agreed. He hadn't meant to bring up bad memories for the girl, but at least she was opening up to him. That meant something, he thought. "I'll be right back," he promised.
Within about fifteen minutes, they'd gotten their food in styrofoam containers and were back at his place. "Are you still hungry?" he asked her as he held up the boxes in his hand. "Or should I just put them in the fridge til later?" he questioned.
Katee shook her head. “No, not just now,” she murmured, still a little subdued. She shrugged off her coat, hanging it up by the door, leaving her bag underneath. She kicked off her shoes, crawling into the fort as he put their food away, grabbing one of the blankets off the floor and curling up against the pile of pillows, blanket pulled up to her chin. She felt like an ass for putting such a downer on the evening, for ruining their nice meal out. When Ace came back, crawling into the fort, Katee immediately snuggled up to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I suck.”
Ace shook his head, letting his fingers slowly stroke over her shoulder. "You do not," he promised her. "I don't expect you to be happy every second that we're together," he reminded her. "And it's not your fault that you got upset and you don't have anything to apologize for. If anything you just made me like you more because you've got so much depth to you, cupcake." She was beautiful and smart, sweet and funny, but she also had a lot of damaged inner turmoil going on with her too and that was just one more thing that he truly found fascinating about the girl. "So don't apologize," he murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead.
Katee closed her eyes, sliding her arm around him, her fingers resting on his chest, just above his heart.
“I miss them so much,” she admitted softly. She pretended that it didn’t bother her, not having parents. Most of the time, she didn’t think about it. But she wanted her mom there now. Wanted to be able to introduce Ace to her parents. Wanted them to be proud of who she was now, who she was growing up to be. Between the gore of yesterday’s horror film, and talking about gymnastics today, Katee’s chest was aching, the weight of their loss heavy inside her.
“My dad would have loved you,” she continued quietly. “He never got numbers. He always thought people that were good at maths were like, wizards or something.” She chuckled quietly. “I remember one time I brought him my maths homework because I’d gotten stuck, and I had to explain it to him. “
Ace held her a little tighter, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "They'd both be proud of you," he assured her, doing his best to comfort the girl. "You're amazing and they know that, wherever they are. I don't know if you believe in heaven or whatever, but you need to know that you're parents are proud of you and they wish they were here just as much as you wish they were." Ace didn't mind the turn that things had taken, if anything he was happy that she trusted him enough to open up to him in this way. "I know that if I am proud of you and I just met you, they'd be overflowing with it."
Katee smiled, tilting her head up enough to kiss him, still clinging to him tightly. This was ridiculous; her second date with Ace, and she was falling head over heels for him. He was the sweetest, most lovely guy she’d ever met. And there was no way she was letting him go.
“Thank you,” she whispered, shifting to crawl into his lap, her arms around his neck. “How’d you get to be so sweet?” She asked, still feeling a little wobbly, but incredibly flattered by his words. He was incredible, and she wanted to make sure he knew just how much she appreciated it.
He let his own arms slip around her waist, leaning in to catch another little kiss. "It's not about being sweet," he told her. "It's about being honest and that you can blame on my mother," he smiled. She'd raised him to be polite and a respectable man and though he didn't get to see his family as often as he liked, he loved them and wanted them proud. "But you're welcome all the same even if I don't thing truthfulness needs any thanks. You're amazing, beautiful, smart, and funny and I'm ridiculously in... like with you. What's not to be proud of?"
A shy smile spread across Katee’s face, blush staining her cheeks. He liked her. Like liked her. ‘Like’ in a too-scared-to-say-the-other-word way. She leant in, kissing him again.
“I’m ridiculously in like with you, too,” she replied, teasing him just a little. She stroked the nape of his neck, smiling still, feeling incredibly lucky to have him in her life. Breaking the kiss, she laid her cheek on his shoulder, her face against his throat.
“Talk to me?” She asked gently, still stroking his neck. “Tell me a secret.” She’d shared things with him she’d never shared with anyone else; she didn’t want him to feel obligated, but she liked the idea of the same being true in return.
"My best friend, the one that died, was a werewolf," he told her. "His name was James and we'd been friends practically forever. He got attacked and cursed and we moved out here because he couldn't really cope with it. So for a while I did what I could to help him until he decided that it was just too much. I found his body and I don't think I've ever really recovered from it." It was hard admitting things like that, but she'd opened up to him, he should give her the same respect. "I'm afraid to let people get too close," he admitted. "Because of him. I feel like eventually it'll just blow up in my face so sometimes I get moody and ridiculous and I push people away just to save myself the hurt."
Well she'd wanted a secret, she'd certainly gotten one.
Katee had no idea what to say to that. She’d expected something like, ‘I secretly like Hanson’ levels of secret. Embarrassing, but cute. Not really on the scale of what he’d just told her.
“...I have no idea what to say,” she admitted, deciding honesty was the best option. She lifted her head, kissing him softly. “Other than I’m sorry that happened to you.” She stroked his face gently, looking into his eyes. “And you’re not gonna push me away. Not ever.” She nodded firmly. And fought the urge to start singing ‘I’m sticking with you, cuz I’m made out of glue’. Barely.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I just thought maybe I should tell you since you told me something that made you feel upset," he shrugged. Which sounded lame even as it came out of his mouth. "I hope not," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. "I don't want to lose you because I'm being stupid and antisocial."
“Boys are always stupid,” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Side effect of having a penis.” In her experience, at least, that was the case. She kissed Ace again, tightening the hold she had on him, her arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“You didn’t have to tell me something that upsets you, just because I got upset,” she murmured, scolding him softly. “But thank you, anyway.”
He chuckled a little at her words, then returned the kiss. "I wanted you to know anyways," he told the girl. "I said I want to get to know you and I want you to know me. I guess the best way was getting the crappiest things out of the way first. If you stick around through that, then you'll be plenty happy with the good parts about me."
She smiled softly, nodding. “Now we know all the crappy parts,” she murmured. “Oh, except from the part where I can be a crabby bitch a couple of days out the month.” Her grin widened. “But I can be appeased with sugar, so it’s not difficult to stop the crabbiness.” She stroked her hands down his neck, onto his shoulders.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she admitted, looking up at him through her lashes. Sliding both her thumbs into the neck of his shirt, she pulled it open a little more, baring more skin. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his adam’s apple, and then a little lower, to the dip in the hollow of his throat.
He chuckled a little at her words, gently brushing his fingers through her hair. Then she had to go and start stroking her hands over his neck, kissing and touching his skin and making it decidedly difficult to think. "Katee," he whispered appreciatively. "Now who's being distracting?"
“Me?” Katee replied cheekily, her lips still against his throat. “I think it’s me...” She slid her hands down his chest, thinking that both of them needed the distraction, that both of them needed to stop thinking for a while. Heart pounding with nerves, she unbuttoned his shirt slowly, kissing his neck, breathing him in, the scent of shampoo and sweat and cologne and him.
"Mhm," he murmured. "Definitely you." She was more than distracting. She had gotten his mind completely off of everything but her and the feel of her lips against his chest and neck. She was driving him absolutely mad. "If we're both so distracting, neither of us will ever get anything done," he teased.
“I’m fine with that,” Katee pulled back, grinning at him as she pushed his shirt open, biting down on her lower lip as she looked at his chest, his stomach.
“You’re really hot,” she murmured, blushing. “Like, stupidly hot.” She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him again harder, sighing softly as she leant against him, sliding her hands over his chest and stomach, fingertips tracing lines around his muscles.
"Keep it up and I'm going to have to do horribly ungentlemanly things to you again," he warned her. Of course he doubted that she'd mind much if he teased her again. Just thinking of the previous night had his body slowly responding. Biting his lower lip, he let his fingers slide up her sides to cup her breasts. "You're teasing me," he breathed.
Katee nodded, arching her back a little, pushing into his hands, shivering at the feel of his fingers grazing the sides of her breasts.
“Is it working?” She smiled playfully, sliding her hands up his body, curling over his shoulders to pull him close, shifting her hips forward. If she had her way, neither of them would be thinking of anything more than how good this felt, how they could make each other feel.
He nodded a little as his lips found her throat and he shifted, hooking one arm around her waist as he pushed her backwards and followed after her, letting her take up residence beneath him. He groaned at the feel of her body warm and soft beneath his on. "It's working," he groaned, kissing and nipping at her throat and neck.
Humming softly, Katee let her head fall back, shivering a little as Ace’s mouth moved over her neck. Her arms were still around his shoulders, fingers sliding through his hair, combing it back from his face. She could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of her vest top, the hardness of his muscles against her as he shifted, pressed close.
“Ace,” she whispered, the sound almost a moan, her hands sliding over his shoulders, again and again.
He let his mouth slide back up, catching her earlobe between his teeth and giving it a little tug. "I love the way you say my name," he breathed out against her skin. "All breathy and sexy and I swear to god it makes me so horny." He probably shouldn't have admitted that, but he was being honest with Katee and she did drive him terribly crazy, his cock pressing against her through his jeans said as much.
She shivered as he bit gently at her ear, closing her eyes. His voice has just the same effect on her, every word he said sounding like liquid sex. She could feel the effect she was having on him, feel exactly what this was doing to him. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, and Katee’s stomach fluttered, nerves making her heart pound. Her fingers combed through his hair, other hand still palming his back, loving the feel of his muscles shifting under smooth skin as he moved.
"Say it again," he all but pleaded as his lips found hers in a soft kiss, his dark eyes opening to meet hers when he pulled back from it. This girl would likely be the death of him, but what a way to go.
Katee’s short nails scratched the nape of his neck gently as she forced her eyes open, looking up at him as he broke the kiss, pulled back.
“Ace,” she said again, her voice a soft whisper, shifting her legs a little, bending her knee, wrapping one leg around his, her bare foot resting against the back of his knee, soft against the fabric of his jeans. She slid her hand down his back, breath stuttering a little as she reached his waistband, fingertips slipping underneath, staying outside of his underwear. She palmed one asscheek, pulling him tighter against her, almost whimpering into the kiss.
He let out a soft groan as she palmed his ass. He couldn't help but smirk at her. "Find something you like?" he teased, biting his lower lip through a wide grin. "Stop objectifying my awesome bod," he teased, leaning in for a little kiss from her as his fingers teased over her sides. "Unless of course I get to do the same to yours."
“Oh yeah,” she murmured, unable to help but grin back, his dimples doing wicked, evil things to her insides. “You could bounce a dime off that ass,” she teased, squeezing his ass gently, sliding her other hand down his back to cup the other asscheek. Just in case it was feeling left out.
“Objectify away,” she murmured, lifting her chin far enough to steal another kiss. “My bod,” she mumbled against his lips, “is just as awesome as yours. Plus, I have a rockin’ tat.” And therefore she won.
"It is awesome," he told her. "Way more awesome than mine." That was a given. She had tits and a vagina, automatically more awesome than a cock. His fingers slipped up to the buttons on her vest and he undid the first one, tugging the fabric enough that he could press his lips to her chest. "I could objectify every inch of your body and still not be satisfied," he whispered.
Katee shivered a little, biting at her lower lip as he unbuttoned her top, trying her best not to squirm. Or worse, heat up so much that she burnt him. She couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night though, about how good his mouth had felt against her...she wasn’t anywhere near ready to have sex with him, but that mouth pretty much anywhere on her was a good thing.
“I’m sure we can work out some kind’f schedule,” she murmured breathlessly, grinning as she stroked his back slowly, enjoying the warm skin under her hands, the way he felt against her. “Mutual objectifying.”
"I wanna taste you again, cupcake," he breathed against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip as he undid another button on her vest. "Think you can keep from burning the whole house down?" he teased, fingers working yet another button and then another until he could part the vest and slide his fingers over her chest, splaying them out between her breasts.
She couldn’t help but moan approvingly at that idea, nodding softly.
“Y-yeah,” she murmured, goosebumps spreading the wake of his touches, the soft brushes of his fingertips against her chest and stomach. She shrugged out of her top, reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra while she was raised off the ground. Tossing it aside, she slid her hands around his neck, tugging him up for another slow kiss.
He kissed her back, his fingers sliding down her chest to the button on her jeans and working in loose. "You're so fucking sexy," he breathed against her mouth as he drew the zipper down and slipped his hand into her panties. He cupped the heat between her thighs with a little groan, his fingertip teasing over her folds. "I swear I spent the whole night and the whole day dreaming about how perfect your cunt tastes," he admitted, tugging at her lower lip as he let his middle finger slide between her folds to tease in a circle around her entrance. It was an awkward position, but he didn't give a damn, not right now.
God, he drove her crazy. He’d barely touched her, and already Katee felt like she was going to fly apart into a million pieces. She sucked in her stomach a little as his fingers slid into her jeans, her thighs falling wide apart as she arched up against his hand.
“Ace...” She probably sounded like a broken record, but right now saying more than that was beyond her. His name was a soft whimper on her lips, her hands clutching, holding him close as she rocked up against his hand, wanting more.
Okay, the position wasn't good enough for him, not anymore. Reluctantly he shifted his hand from within her pants and moved down her body, kissing along her chest and stomach as he jerked her pants and panties down in one fluid motion. His hand cupped her heat again, thumb pressing against her clit as his middle finger slid inside of her, his mouth coming to her breast to catch a nipple between his lips. Fucking god, she was beautiful. He wanted her so badly that he could taste it, but he was content in that moment to just make her come undone.
Katee kicked off her jeans once Ace had pushed them down, a slow rippling shudder going from her shoulders right down to her toes as he eased one finger into her. The feel of his mouth on her breast made her nipples tighten, hard buds under his touches as his lips closed around one. She cupped the back of his head, holding him close, moaning softly as she let her hips move a little, thighs splayed wide open. She was completely naked in front of a guy, and for the first time in her life she didn’t want to hide, or pull away. He was perfect, and he was driving her crazy.
He didn't think she had any reason to want to hide or cover up. She was beautiful and spectacular and everything a guy could have ever wanted in a woman. He felt lucky just to be able to touch her and to taste her and to be in the same room with her. He groaned against her breast, his finger slowly stroking inside of her, curling against her inner wall. His eyes flicked up to look over her face, watching when she liked certain things and letting out a low approving moan at the facial expressions that moved over her.
Moaning, Katee writhed under him, tightening her grip on his hair as he sucked at her nipple. She’d had guys play with her nipples before, but most of them seemed to think they were tuning a radio, and she’d never really got why girls enjoyed it. If it was supposed to be like this, though...she shivered hard, panting softly as she lifted her hips, grinding against his finger inside her. The slow circle of a fingertip around her clit had her aching for more, her temperature picking up with each teasing scrape of his fingernail against her.
“Ace, please...” she whimpered softly, clutching at his arm, his hair, not even knowing what she was asking for.
He let his mouth move to her other breast, gently tugging and nipping at her nipple. He wanted to make her make more noises like that, make her feel like she was going to burst. God, she felt so fucking good. Sliding his mouth down her chest and over her stomach, he kissed and nipped at her skin as he moved, sliding his lips over her flesh until he could catch her clit in his mouth. He still worked her cunt with that single finger, wanting to make her ache for him, make her feel like she was going to burst.
“Ohhhh....” Katee squirmed, her face flushed, trying to control her temperature, trying to keep from setting anything else on fire. She curled her hands into fists, pressing them to her mouth as she tried to keep quiet, tried to make sure she wouldn’t scorch anything. She couldn’t keep still, squirming under him, her hips pushing up against his mouth.
As her body responded, Ace slipped a second finger inside of her, working them in and out at a lazy pace at first but faster and harder as her movements increased. Knowing that he was driving her that crazy, that he was making her so hot was arousing itself and he rocked his body against the floor beneath him for a bit of friction for himself. He groaned as his cock was pressed tight between the floor and his body, sending little vibrations across her clit. She was beautiful in the throws of passion and he wanted to see her unwind.
“Ace, ohmygod....” Katee whimpered, that low groan against her making her buck up, a shudder rippling through her. She felt like she was on fire, and she actually had to open her eyes to check, scared that she was going to burn down the house. She slid her hands down her neck, over her breasts, hands splayed wide across her ribs as she fought the urge to reach out and touch him, scared she’d burn him. She was burning up, feeling sweat sheen her skin, the nape of her neck damp against the pillows.
Watching her touch herself got another groan from the man. God she was beautiful. The way her fingers slipped over her breasts and her neck and her ribs had his pace quickening. He curled his fingers inside of her, trying to find every little place within the woman that got a rise from her. "You're so fuckin' beautiful," he gasped out against her flesh, still hovering close to her clit before leaning in to suckle at the tiny nub again.
Katee still couldn’t believe this was happening, believe that a guy like Ace was interested in her. He was perfect, and she could barely stand it. Every touch of his mouth, his fingers, was driving her more and more insane, bringing her closer to release. She moaned, hissing as her hands flared with heat, nearly burning herself as she pressed her hands to her stomach. There were red marks when she pulled her hands away, the pain forgotten under a haze of lust. The marks faded quickly, her entire body slick with sweat now, feverish under Ace’s touches.
Ace groaned again, pulling his fingers from within her and letting his mouth switch places with them. His tongue immediately sank inside of her heat, his slickened fingers rubbing at the little nub of nerves that he'd released. He could tell she was close, tell she was aching for him to get her there as much as he was aching to do the same. He curled his tongue against her inner wall, memorizing the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she shivered and rocked against him.
“Ohh...Oh my God,” Katee arched up off the ground, leaving nailmarks on her hips as she writhed. The wicked twist of his tongue inside her, the thumb rubbing at her clit, was too much. Wailing Ace’s name she jerked underneath him, muscles clenching around his tongue. She was panting hard, her entire body feeling like it was on fire, hot and slick with sweat.
He continued to lap at her, even after she'd flew through her climax. It wasn't until her body began to calm down that he crawled over her, catching her mouth in a rough little kiss. His cock ached, pushing against the fabric of his jeans and he groaned at the friction of his body pressing against hers. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her lips as he kissed over her neck, tongue teasing between his lips to taste the salty sheen of sweat that coated her flesh.
“Only because of you,” Katee whispered huskily, still panting softly, wrapping trembling arms around him. Her hands were cool enough to touch him now, though her skin still felt hot, feverish against his. She slid her hands slowly down his back, one slipping over his side, easing between their bodies. She undid the button on his jeans, easing the zipper down slowly.
“I want to make you feel that good,” she murmured, sliding her hand inside his underwear, her fingers nervously curling around his cock.
Ace shivered as her fingers wrapped around his cock and he thought he might die from the sheer pleasure that rolled through his body. "Fuck," he gasped, biting his lower lip through a soft groan. "I make a bigger mess than you," he reminded her. At least he was at his place and clean up wouldn't be a big issue. "You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do," he reminded her as he kissed upwards over her cheek to her lips. "But I love the way your fingers feel around my cock."
“I know,” Katee smiled, loving the noises he made, the way she could make him shiver just by touching him. It was intoxicating.
“I want to,” she assured him. “I don’t mind getting a little messy.” The thought of getting messy with him was inviting to say the least. She kissed him slowly, able to taste a hint of musk on his lips, the remnants of her. She sucked on his tongue, moaning softly into the kiss as she stroked him slowly from root to tip, letting her thumb slip over the head of his cock, swiping teasingly across the slit.
He let out a soft little gasp as she stroked her thumb over the slit at the tip of his dick. "Christ," he groaned, biting his lower lip and arching into her hand. "You're trying to kill me," he breathed. And oh what a wonderful way to go. He thought he might burst if she kept it up. It certainly didn't feel as good when it was his own fingers brushing over himself, that was for damn sure. His breathing hitched in his throat and he rocked against her grasp.
Katee shook her head, biting her lower lip gently.
“Nope,” she replied softly. “No killing.” She grinned, stroking him a little faster, paying close attention to the touches that got the most sounds from him, what made him shiver and groan against her. “If I kill you, then I don’t get to have my wicked way with you.” And she had Plans. She might not be ready to have sex with him yet, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want it to happen in the future. And if things kept going the way they were now, it really wouldn’t be long before she gave in. He was just too perfect, too tempting.
He continued to rock his hips into her grip. Shifting a bit, he pushed his jeans down his hips to give her more room to use that perfect hand of hers against him. Still hovering above her, right between her thighs, made it difficult to not want to press inside of her, but he managed to keep his cool. He balanced himself on one hand, using the other to brush over her stomach and up to her chest, cupping her breast. He drew his thumb over her still hard nipple and groaned. "I don't know how you're real," he breathed. "You're beautiful."
Katee shivered, leaning up on her elbow to kiss him, still stroking slowly. The angle was awkward, though, and she pulled her hand away long enough to push at his shoulder, easing him down onto his back. Lying down against his side, she kissed him again her her hand slid back into his boxer briefs, cotton tight against her wrist as she curled her fingers around his cock, stroked slowly up and down.
He shifted as she directed him and when her hand slipped back into his boxer briefs, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pushed them down a little, freeing his cock and her hand. His eyes moved over her fingers, curled around his dick and stroking him slowly. Watching her do it was almost as good as the way it felt and his hips shifted upwards into her grip. "Fuck," he whispered, taking a moment to take off his shirt since she seemed to like when he was topless. Might as well give her something to look at and if he made a mess all over his stomach it wouldn't be that difficult to clean it up.
She’d enjoyed the view she’d had of his chest, framed by the loose open sides of the shirt. But having the shirt off completely was even better. She let him push his boxers out of the way, looking down at his cock, her cheeks flushing a little as reality sank in. She was stroking Ace’s cock. Ace’s cock which seemed even bigger now she could see her fingers wrapped around him, as well as feel him. She honestly wasn’t even sure if that would fit inside her.
Distracting herself, she kissed him slowly, her hand moving a little faster, fingers teasing over the head of his cock every few strokes. She wanted it to be good, wanted to make him feel as incredible as he’d made her feel. She thought about moving, about sliding down to wrap her mouth around him, but she was already nervous enough. She didn’t want to do something wrong, didn’t want to make him change his mind about how amazing she was.
His hips flexed upwards with each stroke she gave and as he closed his eyes he could almost imagine that his cock was sliding in and out of her. He groaned at the thought, toes curling a little against the floor as his tongue moved against hers. His hand slid over her cheek as he nipped at her lower lip. "Feels s'good," he whispered against her mouth. "Not gonna last much longer," he admitted. It had been far too long since someone had touched him like Katee was touching him now.
“That’s ok,” Katee whispered, kissing him back. “I just wanna make you feel good,” she murmured softly, pulling back enough to look at him, watching the expressions flitter across his face as she twisted her hand just right, slid her thumb over the top, traced her fingers down the vein that ran down the underside of his cock.
“I want to taste you,” she admitted, tongue flicking out to dampen lips dry with nerves. “Want to feel you in my mouth. But you’re so big...” blushing, she kissed him, trying to distract him.
He couldn't help but smirk a little despite the groan that escaped his lips. "Thanks for the compliment," he murmured, leaning up to catch her mouth again. "But if you wanna taste me, you're not gonna have much time," he warned her, rocking his hips up again. He could feel the tension settling in his balls and urging him to explode into her hand, but he managed not to go off just yet, holding tight to that last little bit of willpower.
Katee shook her head, biting her lip again.
“Not now,” she murmured, smiling a little teasingly. “I’ll just let you think about that for next time.” She was blushing, but she still found this unbelievably hot. The way she could make him groan and arch with just a few little words, the softest of touches.
“Think about my mouth on your dick,” she breathed, stroking him faster, feeling his hips twitch up, “about how hot and wet it’d feel. How good it’d be...” God, she was going to have to practice. With like, whole cucumbers or something. Maybe popsicles to start. Work up from there.
He bit his lower lip at the thought of her mouth wrapped around him, his eyes closing at the thought. "Fuck," he whispered, his hips twitching a little as the urge to buck into her hand started to become unbearable. "I'm gonna," he gasped. And with a couple of jerky little movements of his hips, he came. Sticky, warm liquid slid over her fingers and dripped against his stomach as he let out a sort of feral growling noise mixed with the sound of her name.
Katee’s gaze flicked between his face, and her hand on his cock, not sure which was hotter. That rough growl of her name sent a shiver down her spine, leaving her wanting to do more just to hear that sound again. She kept stroking him slowly, easing her hand away from him, her fingers covered in his come. Curious, she lifted her fingers to her lips, sucking her fingers into her mouth, tasting him.
He shuddered as her fingers left him, eyes opening just in time to catch her fingers disappearing into her mouth. He groaned at the sight, shivering again as his eyes landed on her mouth. "That is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," he breathed, his voice hoarse and raspy.
Katee grinned around her fingers, carefully licking them clean. She was still pressed tight against his side, her body a couple of degrees hotter than normal. Feeling daring, she shifted to lean over him, pressing her lips against his chest, licking up a spot of come. It didn’t taste as bad as she’d thought; and the effect she was having on him more than made up for the hint of bitter saltiness on her tongue.
She moved down his body, licking come from his stomach, her eyes on his face as she shifted, lying between his legs. Taking a breath, she licked a stripe up the underside of Ace’s cock, feeling soft skin shift under her lips as she sucked gently, licking him clean.
He shivered a little as she licked at his chest and then moved to lick upwards over the underside of his cock. He wasn't quite hard anymore, but the way she was touching him, tasting him, he wouldn't stay soft for long. "Damn, baby," he whispered, eyes on her face as she lapped at him. She might not be trying to kill him, but she was certainly faking it well.
Katee smoothed her hands over his hips, her hair coming loose out of its buns, hopelessly mussed by his hands and the way she’d writhed against the floor. Loose strands curled down around her ears, brushing against his skin as she ducked her head, mouthing the underside of his cock. She took the tip into her mouth, hands nearly shaking as she clutched more firmly at his hips, nervous, but fed up of holding back for fear of doing something wrong. The way he reacted to her, it was like he couldn’t get enough of her, like she couldn’t do anything wrong.
His cock was sensitive to say the least as her mouth sucked the tip of him in. He still wasn't quite hard, but he was moving in that direction, his fingers coming up to push her hair out of her face so he could see her better. There was something fucking delicious about a girl, especially one as beautiful as Katee, with her mouth wrapped tight around the head of his cock. His lips parted as another groan slipped out, hips twitching slightly and aching to push upwards to meet more of that wet warmth.
Katee hummed softly, surprised he was getting hard already - and more than a little flattered. She wrapped her fingers around him, lifting his cock up a little, closing her lips over the head of his cock and sinking down as far as she could. Even half-hard he was bigger than she could manage to fit in her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his cock, and she still had room for her mouth to move up and down him.
Of course he was getting hard again, her mouth was on his dick and it was warm and wet and she was fucking gorgeous. The added feel of her hands wrapped around him as she started to suck at him had Ace rolling his eyes back in his head. His hips twitched upwards just slightly and he bit his bottom lip through a growly sort of noise. "Katee," he breathed, fingers clenching in her hair.
Looking up at Ace, Katee moved one hand from his cock, squeezing his hip gently. She sucked softly, her eyelashes fluttering at the grip of his hand in her hair. She was heating up again, the sound, smell, taste of him making her ache, her cunt clenching, already moist. She felt like such a slut, kneeling naked between a guy’s legs on the second date, only the day after their first. But she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t control the way she felt around him.
Ace didn't think she was a slut. If he was being honest he thought she was a goddess sent down to him from heaven or the ancestors or something equally as majestic. He felt like he'd known her for ages and like he could open up to her in ways he'd never been able to open up to anyone. He couldn't have denied that he was falling for her if she'd asked, but he kept that thought to himself and shuddered a little, cock twitching eagerly between her lips. "Fuck," he rasped.
Katee chuckled softly, knowing he’d feel it. She was still a little disbelieving, but each shift of his hips, each moan, was making her forget about anything other than how good this felt, how much she wanted more. She tongued the slit at the head of his cock, stroking him harder, her fingers tight around his cock. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of him, the weight of his cock against her tongue.
Even having only came just minutes before, Ace was spiraling in that direction all over again. His fingers held tight to her hair, following the movements of her head, never pushing or pulling more than she was already going. His hips twitched upwards to meet her mouth with each downward stroke and the more he watched her, the harder holding back became. "I'm s'close," he warned her. Sure, she'd lapped at his come, but that didn't mean she wanted him to go off in her mouth. "So fuckin' close," he rasped.
Humming softly, Katee just sucked harder. She wanted to feel him come, wanted to know what he tasted like in her mouth, wanted to make him feel just as good as he had her. She worked his shaft with her hand, lips meeting her fingers as she bobbed her head, taking as much of him in as she could. She pushed a little too far, coughing gently as she pulled back, lapping at the head of his cock for a moment before sinking down again, her eyes fixed on Ace’s face.
Good god. He felt like his senses were overloading and he was unable to speak or utter a sound and simply reduced to growls and whimpers and groans as she sucked him in earnest. "Oh, fuck me," he gasped as he hit that wall of pleasure and burst through it, hips arching up a bit as he spilled into her mouth. His fingers were tight in her hair, holding her in place just far enough on his cock to feel like he was going to die from the pleasure of it all. Yeah, he'd definitely have to repay that favor about a billion times. Fuck.
Katee did her best to swallow, taken a little by surprise as he came. Some of his seed spilled out of her mouth, coating his cock, and her hand. Humming, she slowly let her lips slide off him, swallowing around his cock as she pulled back. She licked his cock clean again, and her fingers, resting her cheek against his hip as she looked up at him.
“Not bad for a first time,” she murmured, blushing a little. She couldn’t believe she’d just given her first blowjob. She couldn’t believe how good it had felt, to have Ace at her mercy like that, to have him under her, groaning and begging for more.
"Not bad?" he rasped breathily, laughing a little though it was more of a wheezing sort of sound as his cock twitched a little. "Fucking hell," he breathed. "If you get any better I don't know what I'm going to do to keep up. And you think I'm not real." Katee was amazing in every way and not just because she'd gone down on him. "Come here, you," he breathed, gently tugging at her hair in hopes that she'd do as he asked.
Katee slid up his body, leaning down to kiss him softly, closemouthed. She didn’t mind kissing him after he’d gone down on her, but she wasn’t sure if he’d be just as ok with it. She combed her fingers through his hair, pressed against him from head to toe. She hummed softly at the feel of his cock against her groin, imagining what it would be like to feel him pushing into her. The thought made her shiver gently, rock her hips slowly against his.
“I never thought giving a guy head could be so hot,” she admitted, blushing.
He didn't mind kissing her, even if she tasted of him. Honestly it was just sort of hot that she'd wanted him enough to go down on him so he kissed her again, letting his tongue slide into her mouth as he rocked his hips right back against hers. He probably looked pretty silly with his pants and boxer briefs around his ankles, but he really couldn't be bothered to care. "Never thought that a girl could be so hot giving a guy head," he breathed, a smirky sort of smile on his lips.
Katee giggled, shaking her head at him. “Dude. Officially the worst post-sex chat-up line ever,” she teased him, her voice still a little breathless. She sobered quickly, that slow rock of his hips against hers making her shudder, just a little. She shifted, moving over him, letting her legs fall either side of his as she bent down again to kiss him. She was still so warm, his skin feeling soothingly cool against hers, making her want to press closer, crawl inside his skin.
“And hey, I didn’t burn anything this time,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his softly, teasingly. “Go me.”
"Well he, I can't be perfect," he whispered against her mouth, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips as she shifted her body. He kissed her back eagerly, holding tight to the girl and not wanting to let her go. "Go you," he murmured. "Glad you didn't burn me, though are seriously hot, even to the touch," he admitted, letting out a little breath. "Katee, stay with me tonight." He wasn't sure if she'd say yes, but he wanted her to. "No expectations other than maybe some serious cuddling," he promised.
Katee bit at her lower lip, thinking for a moment. She had to work, but she could always go home and change, she wasn’t on until the afternoon. And the thought of spending the night in Ace’s arms, of waking up there, was too tempting to resist.
“Okay,” she whispered, smiling as she leaned down to kiss him. “But only if I’m the little spoon.” Not that it would really work the other way; her knees would be at the small of his back if she tried to be the big spoon.
He couldn't help but laugh a little at her words, kissing her in the midst of nodding. "You can be the little spoon," he promised her. "And maybe I'll even put some clothes on," he smirked, nipping her lower lip and giving it a little tug.
Katee pouted, whining softly. “No clothes,” she murmured. “I like feeling you against me.” She was blushing a little, but her hips still moved, her folds wet and slick with wanting him. She could feel her pulse in her clit, the slow grind of her hips against him doing nothing to help. She was driving herself crazy, but he felt too good to stop.
“So um,” she murmured softly, looking down at his chest. “When I said going down on you was really hot...” She forced herself to look up at his face again. “I meant really hot.” She punctuated her words with a slow grind of her hips, wordlessly pleading with him to touch her, to do something, anything.
He smirked a little at her, biting his lower lip through the expression. "Well then why are you rubbing against me instead of bringing that hot little pussy up here where I can have another taste, cupcake?" he asked her, his words low and raspy. If she wanted him to touch her, he would. Hell, he'd beg to touch her if she wanted him to.
Katee shuddered, because of what he’d said, and the way he’d said it. His voice sounded utterly wicked, and she whimpered softly as she kissed him hungrily. She shifted up onto her knees, gasping as the shift in angle meant that she rubbed against his cock for a moment, before shuffling up his body. She knelt over his face, blushing furiously. “Like this?” She asked softly.
"Mhm," he murmured, leaning his head up a bit and catching her cunt with his eager tongue. He groaned at the taste of her, the dripping heat of her. She was turned on that much from pleasing him? He drew his tongue along her slit and let it sink inside of her, sucking at her folds as the tip of his nose pressed to her clit. His hands slipped around her body, gripping her ass and holding her still above him, his eyes on her face as he continued to lap at her heat.
Katee cried out as he licked at her, shivering as she braced her hands on the floor, rocking against his mouth. She was aching, soft sounds falling from her lips with every lap of his tongue against her. Looking down, she shuddered hard as she met his gaze, the look in his eyes making her flush.
She was hot, practically on fire, and the sounds she made certainly made it difficult for him not to feel just as warm. It was taking longer to get hard this time, mostly because he'd already came twice and he wasn't exactly a teenager anymore. Still, god damn, this girl was driving him insane. He let her rock her body against his mouth, giving her the control in the situation, letting her dictate just how much friction and pressure she got. He couldn't help but groan appreciatively against her flesh, lapping at every drop of arousal that seeped from within her.
She rocked her hips slowly down against his mouth, his tongue and lips driving her insane, the soft scrape of his teeth making her shudder fiercely. Arching her back, her head fell back, her spine curved enough that her hair brushed his stomach, Katee bracing her hands against the floor behind her as she pushed down against his mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open as he licked at her, his tongue pushing inside of her cunt. At this angle, she could see right down his body, could see that this was turning him on again, that he was getting hard. The thought of touching him again, of feeling him against her, made Katee groan softly. With him fucking her with his tongue, pushing inside her, she couldn’t help where her thoughts headed.
“Ace,” she whined softly, straightening up, looking down at him. She was nervous, shy even straddling his face like this, even after everything they’d done tonight. “I want to have sex with you.” Not the most romantic of invitations, but she could barely think right now, let alone string a sentence together. She’d already come once, and she was incredibly turned on...she probably wasn’t going to get any more relaxed than she was right now.
The way she moved, rocking her hips against his mouth and whimpering and wriggling and then bending like a damn contortionist was distracting. Ace was hard and aching all over again but his tongue continued to thrust inside of her, lapping at her juices and groaning out his approval. He could have stayed like this for hours if she'd let him.
When she whined his name and straightened, looking down at him, he paused his motions. Something was obviously on her mind but nothing could have compared to what actually came out of her mouth. He just blinked up at her, lips and mouth and chin still damp with the glistening taste of her. He swallowed, eyes moving over her body as best they could from this angle. "You don't have to," he breathed out, knowing what she was saying and that perhaps she wasn't truly ready just yet. "Are you sure?"
Katee nodded, biting at her lower lip, her cheeks bright red.
“Yes,” she whispered. “But um, only if you want to. You don’t...you don’t have to.” She knew things were moving fast, knew that they should probably wait, get to know each other better. But she already felt like she’d known Ace far longer than a couple of days. She already knew she wanted him, wanted him to be the first person she slept with.
“I want this,” she assured him, shifting back enough that she could look down at him properly, stroking her fingers against his temple, his cheek. “I know it’s kinda soon, but...” she trailed off, smiling down at him softly. “I want you.”
"It's not that I don't want to," he told her, shaking his head a little as he leaned up, shifting her body further down so he could prop himself up on his hand and use the other to wipe across his face before catching her cheek. "I like you, a lot, and I want you, way too much," he breathed, thumb riding the curve of her cheek. "I just don't want to be something you end up regretting later. I want your first time to be special for you."
Katee smiled softly, reaching up to cover his hand with hers, her fingers curling around his wrist, holding his hand in place as she turned her cheek into his touches.
“It already is,” she whispered, looking down at him. “I’m not going to regret this, I like you too much for that.” She knew that rationally she shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be feeling this way already. But she was a passionate person by nature, and just about everything was extremes. Once she loved someone, she loved them fiercely. And she was falling for Ace far harder than she’d ever thought possible. Her arousal had abated a little, now that he wasn’t touching her. It made it easier to think, easier to make the decision with her heart rather than any lower.
“Please, Ace,” she murmured softly. “Take me to bed?” She wasn’t going to lose her virginity on the floor of his living room, even if the blanket fort was comfortable and intimate.
He didn't want to refuse her, not just because he was aching for her just as much, but because she seemed to genuinely want this; to want him. He couldn't really deny her request when she was looking at him that way, could he? "Okay," he breathed, nodding a little as he leaned in enough to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Bed," he agreed. Winding his arms around her waist, he turned them over enough that he could get to his feet, still holding tight to her. She was a tiny thing so it wasn't very difficult to lift her from the floor.
He stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, not about to fumble with tripping down the hallway. Heading for his room, he kissed her again, slow steps carrying them away from the fort and into uncharted territory.
Katee gasped as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders as he stood and walked towards the bedroom, carrying her.
“Ok, this? Definitely a turn-on...” she murmured breathlessly, kissing him again. “You can carry me around as much as you want.” She scraped her fingers backwards through his hair, mussing it up, only to smooth it back down as she combed it back again. She kissed Ace softly, stomach fluttering with nerves as he carried her into the bedroom.
He didn't mind carrying her around, that was for sure. It only took a moment or two to get to the bedroom and once there, he carefully laid her out on his bed. He reluctantly parted from her with a simple little kiss and went to the side table to collect a condom from one of the drawers. He returned to the bed then, lying beside her and held up the packet between his thumb and forefinger. "You're in control of this whole thing," he told her. "Beginning to end, it's your pace, okay?" He didn't want her feeling pressured or pushed into the situation in the slightest. "You pick the position, the speed, the everything. If you want me to stop, I will. It'll suck, and I won't want to, but I will."
She shifted on the bed, lying back against the pillows, watching Ace move around the room. She turned on her side to face him, nodding.
“I won’t want you to stop,” she assured him. “I want this. I do.” She wasn’t uncertain about this. Her stomach might have been churning with nerves, but it didn’t make her any less certain. She reached for him, pulling him close, her arms sliding around him as she kissed him slowly.