He turns back to face me fully, and I suck in a breath. Having faced the other way has done nothing for his erection. If anything, it’s even bigger and harder than it was before. My core gives a low thump of need, and desire I’ve only ever felt for one man before courses through me.
I might be obsessed with Jack, but he’s not interested in me in that way, or at least he won’t let himself be. And Ace is gorgeous, and I want him, and I think he wants me right back.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him. “Can I?”
His cock jerks at my words, and a clear bead of precum forms on the very tip. I dart my tongue out to wet my lips, and he wraps his hand around the base of himself.
“I’m gonna get in some serious shit with the Prez if he finds out,” Ace says, “but fuck if it won’t be worth it.”
He pumps himself a couple of times, and the sight of his hand wrapped around himself makes me moan. I’m already wet, and I haven’t even been touched. My nipples are hard bullets beneath my dress.
I crawl up to him and pause with my nose directly opposite the head of his cock. I look up at him, and our gazes lock. Slowly, I run my lips all over his erection, up and down, marveling at how soft his skin is, and how hard he is beneath. Breathing him in, I love the clean, slightly musky scent of him. The head is wet with precum, and I lap at him. He’s surprisingly salty, and the taste seems to have the immediate impact of making me even wetter. I clench my thighs, enjoying the tingling heat that continues to build.
He lets out a groan, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I haven’t told him that I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been so up close and personal with a man’s dick in my life. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I hope I don’t make a fool of myself. I’m running purely on instinct here. But from the way he’s looking at me, the sounds he’s making, and how hard this particular part of him is, I think my instincts are good.
Wrapping my lips around him and swirling the head with my tongue, I sink deeper. He laces his hand in my hair, not enough to push me down on him, but enough to tug at the strands and set my body alight. His thighs are taut, and I reach around to grab that gorgeous ass I’d been admiring so much. I dig my nails into the muscles. He growls on an exhale.
The movement takes him deeper, and he hits the back of my throat.
I hadn’t been expecting it, and I gag, my eyes welling with tears. I pull back, so his dick slips from between my lips.
“God, sorry.” Was that supposed to happen? Can he tell how inexperienced I am?
“It’s okay, Princess,” he tells me, stroking my hair. “You’re doing so well.”
I take another breath, preparing myself to try again, only this time controlling my gag reflex. I cover him with my mouth, loving the feel of him, his combination of hard and silky soft. The scent and taste of him, too. I want to see this big man lose control and know I am the reason for it. He’s even harder than he was before, the head smooth and dark. His length is ridged with veins, and I wonder what he would feel like inside me. My pussy gives another pleasurable throb, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go all the way. It’s pathetic—an almost twenty-three-year-old virgin—and it’s probably stupid, but for a long time now I’ve imagined that Jack would be my first.
“Look at me, Princess,” Ace says, tipping my chin up with his hands. “Where did you go there?”
I lift a shoulder in a shrug. I’m not about to tell him I was thinking about losing my virginity to his club president while I had his cock in my mouth. I suck him deeper and swirl my tongue, then pull back slightly to tease the tip, pressing my tongue into his slit and gathering more of that salty precum on my palate. Ace gives a hiss, a sound I can’t quite decipher, but he doesn’t pull away. I squeeze my thighs together, wishing I hadsomething to grind down on… or someone. I could easily climax like this.
Ace stares down at me. “God, your mouth is so fucking perfect. Hot and wet and…”
I take him extra deep, and he loses his words as they turn into a groan of pleasure.
His hips start to pump, and his grip on my hair grows tighter. “Fuck, yes, Princess. Oh, fuuuck.”
I match his pace, bobbing faster, but it’s hard to keep up. It feels more like he’s fucking my face now rather than me being the one who is taking him. I can sense he’s on the very edge of losing it. I grind my hips, even while I’m fucking him with my mouth, and he suddenly jerks forward, and his cock jams down my throat. I barely have a moment to react. Stream after stream of hot, salty cum pours down my throat, and I choke and splutter around him. But I don’t pull away from him until his hips give a final jerk, and I feel all his muscles go slack.
His cock slips out from between my lips, and he stares down at me. He strokes my hair and cups my cheek in his palm. I press my face into his warm touch, and my eyes close briefly.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says, “and completely unexpected.”
I open my eyes again, and he drops to his knees in front of me. He leans in and kisses me, his lips soft and warm and firm. Our tongues meet, tentative at first, then with more passion. I wonder if he can taste the saltiness of his cum on my tongue.
He breaks the kiss. “Now it’s your turn.”
I blink at him. “It is?” I’m not completely sure what he means.
Ace grabs me and tosses me onto my back in the hay.Without giving me a moment to protest, he lifts the skirt of my dress and positions himself between my thighs.
“Those are some very sensible panties,” Ace says with a grin before yanking my sopping wet underwear down my thighs.
I cover my face with my hands. “I hadn’t exactly been planning for the day to go this way.”
“I prefer you without them on, anyway.”
