Page 50 of Your Echo
He smirks as he grabs the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. I watch the muscles in his chest and arms strain and ripple with the movement. He’s lanky and limber, but everything is toned to perfection. The raven’s wings tattooed on his skin lift and then lower as he tosses his shirt away.
In one supple motion, he lays himself down on the mattress between my thighs and throws my legs over his shoulders. His face is level with my navel now, and the warmth of his breath on my stomach sends sparks shooting through every part of me. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with anyone, and my body is quickly tensing up into a hair trigger of desire.
Ace kisses lower and lower down my stomach, flicking his tongue against my skin every once in awhile and making me gasp. He meets the band of my underwear and keeps going, kissing between my legs over the fabric. My back arches.
“You’re wet for me, Stéphanie. I can taste you already.”
Even I’m not sure what I mumble in response to that.
He hooks a finger around the lace and tugs it to the side, then swears at the sight of me bare for him. I can feel myself dripping, and when he slides a finger inside me, I grind down onto him without thinking. He makes that same menacing laugh from earlier and slides a second finger inside while I fuck myself on his hand. I don’t care that I look like a desperate animal right now; Iama desperate animal. Nothing matters except this primal urge to feel full, to befilled.
Nothing matters, that is, until he flicks his tongue against my clit and I almost scream. I clap a hand over my mouth and writhe on Ace’s mattress as he licks and sucks and pumps his fingers in and out of me with a slow, steady rhythm. I hear him groan when I clench around his fingers a few minutes later. The sound shoots straight through me. I sit up on the bed, yanking on his hair until he moves his mouth away and looks up at me.
“Enough!” I order, my chest heaving. “I didn’t come here for gentle, Ace. I didn’t come here for nice. I want this to hurt. I want it toburn.”
He sits up in front of me, staring at me with a look of intense concentration, before he lunges towards me and twists my hair around his fist, tugging my head back and then shoving the fingers of his other hands in my mouth—the fingers that were just inside me.
“Suck.” His voice feels like it’s everywhere. “Suck harder. You taste good, don’t you?”
I suck his fingers like that’s my only purpose in life. Right now, it feels like it is. When he lets me have my mouth back, his fingers are coated in spit. I can feel more of it drying on my lips.
“Now stand up and take all your clothes off.”
He gives my hair a sharp tug before he lets me scramble off the bed. I shimmy out of my dress, then slide the drenched scrap of lace down my legs, bending over to step out of it. Ace is sitting on the edge of the bed once more.
“Do that little twirl again,” he orders with a smirk.
I feel a flash of vulnerability and embarrassment, but somehow that only makes me even more aroused. After a few faltering breaths, I put myself in first position and do another set ofchaînés. It’s all so deliciously perverse.
I’m dancing for Ace. Naked.
I can’t keep the satisfaction off my face when I stop and find him staring at me with a slack jaw, one hand absently stroking himself over his jeans. I drop to my hands and knees between his legs and look up at him.
“Let me suck it.” I don’t recognize my own voice. “Please.”
He doesn’t look like he can move right now, so I reach for his belt buckle myself. I get his jeans undone, and then he takes over, sliding them down enough that he can pull his cock out. He’s thick and hard. I can see the muscles in his arms twitch as I settle myself in closer to him.
I lick him once, from his base to his tip, and watch his head drop back. After that, I stop teasing. I stop taking my time. I just suck him, bobbing my head up and down to take him as deep as I can with rapid thrusts. Spit drips down the length of him, and the sounds my mouth is making right now are obscene. It’s vulgar and dirty and everything I need. I move faster.
“Fuck. Oh,fuck. Jesus Christ.”
Ace holds my hair out of the way, and I feel his hips start to buck as he keeps hissing curse words. I take him so deep I choke and have to stop for a moment.
“Holy fuck, Stéphanie.”
His glassy eyes meet mine. I try to take him into my mouth again.
“Wait.” He stops me. “Get on the bed.”
I do as he says, moving to lay on my back. He interrupts and orders me to get on my hands and knees, facing the wall. I shiver, bracing myself for whatever comes next. I hear him moving behind me and then the dullthumpand clank of his jeans hitting the floor.
“Thisass.” I yelp at the sharp slap on one of my cheeks. “And this fucking pussy. Do you know what a pretty fucking pussy you have?”
I feel him spreading my lips apart from behind me.
“I could stare at this pussy all day. I could get off just fromlookingat you Stéphanie.” He slides two fingers inside me and I moan, dropping my face onto the blanket. “But I’m not just going to look at you tonight. I’m going to give you what you asked for.”
Without any warning, his fingers start thrusting in out of me, so fast and hard that this time I really do scream. He’s curling them just right, hitting the exact spot I need him to, and the pace and pressure are so overwhelming I see white-hot streaks at the edge of my vision.
