“What you pouting for?”
“Because...”
“Becausewhat?”
I’m still new at this, at him, and at sex, so sexy words don’t fall out of my mouth like they should.
“I can’t read your mind. What you pouting for?”
“Because I—I want you again,” I stutter out.
I sound like I did last night when I asked him for it the first time in the kitchen—young and inexperienced.
After a moment, he sighs. “Take it then.”
My eyes grow. “People can see us.”
“Nah, we too high up and even if they did...” He smiles. “Fuck them.”
This is the side of him I saw in that first practice—the one that had him running suicides with a smile.
“Can you put it in for me?” he asks, pumping his hips up and grabbing the sides of his shorts.
He rolls them down between us. I lift just enough to see his dick and I’m as fascinated by it as I was last night.
It’s so captivating that it makes me believe that if I taste it, just like it is, I’ll start understanding all of Ace and the confusing words he breathed into my mouth while inside of me. I can’t believe he ever wanted to jump off the ledge of anything without me. That wasn’t how life worked on Planet Ace. I’d follow him to the end—always.
I grip the base of his dick like I’ve done it a thousand times before, and it makes him laugh. When I place it where Ithinkit should go, I sink down and now I understand how cravings form. ThoseCosmomagazines also forgot to mention how making love drapes a cloak of irresponsibility over your brain. Skin against skin makes that forever we’re always talking about seem real, and I’m ready to try to make love to him again.
This time is all bodyandmental. I feel every throb of his dick and every vein that’s etched on it. It’s a snug fit that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.Thistime is the real deal. It’s what those girls on Twitter are always chirping about when they admit the embarrassing things they’ve done just to get back tothisfeeling.
“Fuck...” Ace murmurs, shoving his hands onto my legs and easing the rest of himself into me. “You feel us?”
“Uh, huh,” I squeak out, choking on a moan that’s fighting its way up my throat. “I—I can’t move.”
His Adam’s apple bounces in a harsh jump underneath the morning sun, and a stinging slap against my ass makesthiseven better. Now I feel all of him—his dick jumping in rough twitches against my walls, its warmth, my wetness.
“Pick your legs up for me.”
I nod, dragging my legs against the yoga mat and pulling them up. When I plant my feet on it and look at his strained face, I know this is the real forever he was talking about. I can see the words in his eyes before they come out of his mouth, so I try to hold my breath to get ready for them.
“Don’t youeverhave your ass down on Earth trusting a man like you trust me.”
There’s no corny follow up question like, “do you understand?” or “am I clear?” Instead, he blurts out, “Is this what happens when you let me be a control freak?”
I groan out a “yeah,” that turns into a moan while I try to comprehend the good words he’s feeding my inexperienced brain.
“Can’t trust another man to take care of my pussy like I take care of it, right?”
I shake my head this time because I’m afraid another moan will belt out into the morning air for all the city to hear. Another slap echoes through it instead because Ace doesn’t care. All he cares about is leaving another purple bruise on my ass because I can’t ever just act right.
“Open your mouth and answer me.”
I open it and a bunch of gibberish pours out with promises of forever and him buried deep in the unintelligible sentences.
“Yeah... that’s what I thought,” he grunts. “Now, go ‘head.”
My eyes fight against the gushing sound of our bodies colliding, the birds chirping in the distance, and the cars gliding on the streets below us.
