Page 91 of Your Echo
25Don’t Mind Me || Walking On Cars
STÉPHANIE
Eight Months Later
He appearsbehind me in the bathroom mirror, hands reaching to grip my waist where it’s circled by the tight bodice of my skater dress. I pretend to ignore him as I fiddle with one of my earrings, but his hot breath on my neck is enough to send a thrill of heat shooting through my core. When he presses his lips to my skin and flicks his tongue against the side of my throat, my slight shiver gives me away.
“I haven’t seen this dress in awhile,” he murmurs, bunching the black fabric of the skirt in his fists.
“Vas t’en, Ace,” I admonish, still doing my best to act like I’m focused on the earring. “We’re going to be late.”
“But I want you,” he groans into my neck.
It takes an extreme amount of willpower to keep my smile in check.
“Well the world doesn’t stop when you want me, Ace Turner.”
He nips my shoulder. “Doesn’t it?”
One of his hands slides up to cup my breast while the other creeps under my skirt. I let my head drop back with a sigh. I know that he’s right; all I have to do is close my eyes and everything stops. Everything except this. My breathing gets more and more ragged as he teases me over the fabric of the lace underwear I have on. By the time he slips a finger inside me, I’m dripping wet and thrusting myself down onto his hand. I can’t remember where it is we’re supposed to be going.
“Did I mention that Ireallylike this dress?” Ace growls.
I mutter something incomprehensible in response. I just need him to keep going. The hand on my breast rises to grip my throat, and Ace presses his body against my back. I can feel how hard he is even through all our clothes.
“I want you in me,” I rasp. “Now.”
He chuckles. “I thought we were going to be late?”
“Tabarnak. They can wait for us.”
I tug on his wrists to pull his hands off me and then flip myself around to face him. Bracing my hands against the sink in Ace’s bathroom, I settle myself on the edge of it and spread my legs. That wipes the teasing grin right off his face. He reaches for his belt, then steps between my hips as I wrap my legs around him.
The sink gives an ominous creak. I freeze.
“Is this thing going to hold me?”
Ace cocks an eyebrow. “Let’s find out.”
He slides into me without any warning, and I cry out in pleasure and surprise. He places his hands over mine on the sink ledge and starts to thrust. It only takes a few minutes before I’m clawing at the back of his shirt and shouting his name so loud I’m sure everyone in the building can hear me. He keeps up a steady pace, groaning and hissing curses. I dig my heels into his ass. He lets out a particularly vehement, “Ohfuck,” and starts pounding into me so fast I lose my breath.
His whole body shakes as he comes with a moan that makes me clench around him. We just cling to each other for a few moments after that, foreheads pressed together and hands clasped. Eventually he pulls out of me and rolls up my skirt, staring down at the soaked lace and my glistening thighs.
“Fuck.” His voice is hoarse. “Fuck, you look good. I kind of want to make you go out tonight like this.”
“And I kind of want to do it,” I admit.
I end up grabbing a washcloth anyway and shooing him out of the bathroom so I can tidy up. From the other side of the door, he begs me to let him make me come. I just tell him he’ll have his work cut out for him when we get home later tonight.
I touch up my smeared makeup and finish putting my jewellery on. After patting it down a bit, I decide to leave the crazy sex hair aesthetic intact. I walk out of the bathroom and leave my panties sitting on the edge of the sink. I’ll let Ace know where they are just after we arrive tonight, when he’ll have to wait hours to touch me.
“What are you smiling that devious smile for?” Ace asks, as he stands waiting for me to strap my heels on.
“No reason!” I chime.
We hold hands throughout the whole car ride to the theatre.
“How was your session today?” Ace asks me, as the endless streets of Montreal walk-ups fly by. The last traces of sunset are fading, and a few splashes of bright pink still streak the city sky.
