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Igrab his face and smash my lips against his, and with a deep groan, his eyes widen.
“I love your cheesy one-liners,” I tease him, nibbling on his bottom lip.
He groans and pulls back. “Where the fuck is the bedroom, Ace?” He draws out each word while he picks me up like I weigh nothing.
“Through there,” I say, pointing to the hallway with a trembling finger.
“Let’s fucking go, then,” he says, carrying me away. He opens the door and places me on the bed.
He turns on the bedside lamp, the light casting a soft glow across the room. In one fluid motion, he pulls his sweater over his head. He shrugs off his long-sleeved shirt, and I gasp, the dark purple bruises he has on his left ribcage and on his neck catching my eye.
“What the hell happened?” I ask, reaching out to trace the dark lines.
He winces and grabs my hand. “I fell on a test run in the half pipe yesterday.”
“And you still dropped in three times?” I pant, sitting and reaching out to follow the angry-looking bruises.
“Yeah, why not, I needed to win.” He shrugs and lets out a sharp breath as he pulls my sweater over my head.
“You could have cracked your rib. Why did you carry me? Why did you make love to me while you were hurt?” I ask, exasperated, the cold air making my nipples peak against the white lace of my bra.
“Because I wanted to. Pain is only in your head, babe, and it wouldn’t be the first rib I cracked.” He chuckles, pushing me down on the bed by placing his hand against my chest. “And it sure as hell isn’t going to stop me from eating you out,” he tells me, waggling his eyebrows.
“Promises, promises,” I tease, pressing my thighs together. I’m already wet for him.
“I don’t joke about eating your pussy, Acie.” He chuckles. “I want a taste,” he replies, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me down the bed so my knees are dangling over the side.
“Take off your shirt,” he orders. His sexy smirk makes my heart skip a beat.
“Because you asked so nicely,” I counter, taking it off and flinging it across the room.
“And the bra,” he drawls, wetting his lips. I stare at his crotch, his hard on clearly pressing against his pants, and take a deep breath.
I roll my eyes as he stands there in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest. I slowly take off my bra and drop it to the floor. My gaze zeroes in on the bulge pressing against the zipper. He leans over me, holding all his weight in his hands. He traces my right breast, kneading and softly trailing the pads of his thumbs over my skin, and teasing my nipple until the tip is hard as a rock. With his knee, he presses my legs farther apart.
Teasing my puckered nipple with his fingertips, he says, “Damn, Ace, your breasts feel different.” He blows his hot breath on my cold skin. Brushing his hair behind his ears, he locks eyes with me.
“Different how?” I mutter, looking down at my breasts. He kisses below my jaw, and my back arches, loving the way his tongue glides to my collarbone.
“Bigger, or maybe it’s just wishful thinking,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
I flip him off and giggle when he tickles me with his stubble.
“Nah, Acie, I love your tiny boobs.” He snickers.
“They are not tiny, asshole,” I say through clenched teeth.
He chuckles and goes to work on the button of my black high-waisted skinny jeans. Opening the zipper, he tugs the fabric down my legs, taking off my black Timberlands until I’m only wearing my red lace underwear.
“Damn, Ace of Spades,” he says, spreading my knees apart. He takes off his own pants, and his bulge is even more prominent against his gray boxers. I can see the head of his dick outlined against the thin fabric. He trails his calloused palms over my thighs and hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties, tugging hard and exposing me. I’m already panting and dripping wet from his hungry gaze.
“Let’s find out how wet you are,” he hums in my ear. Slowly, he guides his hand up my thigh, and I squirm, pressing my legs together. “Don’t think so,” he warns, opening my legs again and settling himself between me.
“Damn you, Jesse,” I grit out when he slides his index finger through my center and pulls my pussy lips back, exposing my clit. He licks his lips and blows on the tiny nub. My back arches, and I want to move, but he keeps me hostage with his weight.
“Just a little taste,” he rasps, licking me from bottom to top. His finger moves down, grazing the rim of my ass, and I whimper as lightning moves up my spine.
“Have you ever had someone in your ass?” he asks, his thumb applying a little pressure.
