Page 39 of Scoring Position

“Look at this,” I say, reaching out and ghosting my hand up the back of her bare thigh. She jumps at first, not expecting my touch, but relaxes into the mattress as goosebumps bloom across her skin in my wake. “A free-use set of holes in my bed, waiting to be fucked.” She moans in response, and I look to where she’s already dripping, swiping my fingers over her slick lips.

“You’re soaked, baby. Are you so pathetic that just the thought of me treating you like a filthy whore makes your pussy wet?” I suck her arousal into my mouth, and it takes all my self-control not to lean in and eat her until she makes a mess on my tongue.

“Yes,” she whispers, arching her back and wiggling around as if she’s uncomfortable. She’s clearly turned on, but she asked for this, and I need to make it good for her. So, I’m going to make sure she’s throbbing before I fuck her.

“Reach back and spread yourself apart,” I order. “Show me where you want my cock.” She hesitates for a moment, and I listen for her colors just in case I’m going too far, but she doesn’t use them. Instead, she takes an ass cheek in each hand and pulls, exposing her most intimate parts to me.

“Good girl,” I praise. I know she wants mean words, but I have to reward her for being so obedient right now. It’s not lost on me how vulnerable this position is, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world that she’s trusting me with her fantasies. “What a pretty little cunt. I can’t wait to jerk off into it.” She whines with need, and the sound sends a jolt straight to my harddick. I was nervous to step into this role at first, but now that we’re here and I see how she’s reacting to it, I can’t get enough.

Walking toward the side of the bed where her head is facing, I make sure she can see perfectly as I push my underwear down my legs, stepping out of them and gripping my cock before stroking slowly. I squeeze, gathering the bead of precum from my tip and wiping it across her lips. She darts her tongue out, lapping it up like she’s starving for it.

“Hungry girl,” I mock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and let me feed you?” She scrambles up, shuffling across the bed and bringing her feet to the floor before dropping down in front of me. Just as she leans forward to take my throbbing erection into her mouth, I grip a large handful of her hair, yanking back so she’s looking into my eyes. She looks shocked, and I break character for just a moment to check in.

“You good? Can I have a color?” I trust her to tell me if she doesn’t like what we’re doing, but I think I need the reassurance, too.

“Green,” she rushes out quietly. “So green.”

Chuckling, I stretch my neck from one side to the other and take a deep breath as I slip back into the scene. I tighten my fist in her hair again, making her wince as a low moan slips from her lips. “Do you want to suck my cock?” I ask, taking it by the base and stroking upward right in front of her.

“Yes, please,” she whimpers, attempting to reach forward, but I don’t allow it.

“Beg,” I reply. “Show me how desperate you are for it.”

She swallows, shifting around so her thighs are pressed together. She’s getting more turned on by the minute. “Ace, please. I want to suck it so bad.”

“Hmmm,” I say, acting unaffected. “I think you can beg prettier than that. Do it right, or I’ll make you sit there while I blow my load all over your face. Then I’ll parade you around thehalls so everyone on this floor can see what a filthy little whore you are.” I’ve completely abandoned all the lines I’ve read in books, going off on my own with how I’m speaking to her. As much as I didn’t think I had this in me, it’s easy when I’m feeding off her energy.

“I need you in my throat. Choke me with your big cock, please. I’ll do anything.” Her eyes are pleading, and I can’t deny her when she’s looking up at me like I’m the only man she’ll ever need. Having this kind of power over her is a heady feeling—one I could easily get addicted to if she decides this is what she really likes.

“That’s better,” I say, sticking my thumb between her lips and pulling down until her jaw goes slack. “Tongue out for me.” She obeys, and I move my hand to my aching dick, stepping in and giving her just the tip. She tries to close around it, but I retreat, gripping her jaw and bending so I’m right in her face. “Did I say to suck, slut? Are you that greedy that your sweet little head goes empty as soon as a cock touches your tongue?”

“I’m sorry,” she replies, panting as I squeeze her cheeks between my fingers.Fuck, she’s loving this.

“Let’s try again. Open.” She does as she’s told, opening her mouth and waiting for me to give her what she wants. I don’t hesitate, pushing my length past her lips slowly and watching her stretch to accommodate me as I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes well up with tears, and I can tell she’s trying not to gag, but she’s struggling.

“That’s a good girl, baby. You don’t need air, do you?” She looks up at me, and I shake my head, mocking her with a fake pout. “No, you don’t. You’d rather pass out than stop choking on me right now.” I thrust in and out, snapping my hips roughly. Her face starts to turn red, and I pull away, looking down as she sputters and gasps in an attempt to fill her lungs. I change tactics, already knowing I won’t last long in her mouth—she’stoo fucking good at sucking dick. Reaching down, I lift under her arms until she’s standing. Her knees wobble, and I wrap my hands around her waist for support.

“You still okay?” I ask quietly. I don’t want to kill the mood by checking in too much, but from our lesson on kinks and fetishes, I know it’s normal to make sure both partners are still on the same page.

“Yes. Green,” she replies, looking up at me adoringly. I lean in, kissing her gently because I can’t fucking help it. She’s so pretty, especially with her makeup running down her face and her hair all messy from my hands. As filthy as this scene has been already, we’re still sharing something, and it’s a bonding experience for us both. One I hope she never forgets—because I know I won’t.

“Good. Then get back on the bed.”

TWENTY-THREE

LARK

I’ve diedand gone to kinky heaven.

When I told Ace I wanted to be degraded and humiliated, I hadno ideahe’d be so good at it. I figured maybe he’d call me a few names and then start to feel bad, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He’s giving me everything I’ve craved and then some, and now I’m a hundred percent sure that this is something I’m into. I’m confident he’s part of the reason, since I trust him wholeheartedly, but having him treat me this way has me wetter than I’ve ever been.

I turn, walking quickly toward the bed and lying on my back, waiting for him to instruct me further. Being in charge of our lessons and every other aspect of my life can be exhausting, so letting him have control feels really good. Knowing I don’t have to make a single decision while we’re in this room is allowing me to let go in ways I don’t normally feel comfortable enough to do.

He climbs up, wrapping a hand around my ankle and pulling my legs apart before kneeling between them. His eyes lock onto my bare core, and I turn my head, still a little embarrassed by being on display as he studies my body like he’s trying to burn every detail into his memory. Ryan and I rarely had sex with thelights on, and even when we did, he certainly didn’t look at me the way Ace does.

He lies on his stomach, pressing his chest into the mattress and reaching forward to spread me further before shoving my thighs toward my ears. “Hold these so I can play with you. And watch me while I do it.”

Damn it.The way this man reads me is unreal, considering we’ve only known each other for just under a month and a half.

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