Ace of Hearts (FU High 1)

“Drive faster.”

“Fast as I can, Ace.”

My eyes go to the speedometer and see he’s doing exactly the speed limit. I overheard my dad talking to Owen about driving with care when I was in the car. I thought it was sweet until now. He is really doing what my dad told him and I am going to come out of my skin. It did warm my heart that he respected my dad enough to do as he asked. It said a lot about Owen. I found it endearing that although my dad wouldn’t know if he sped or not, Owen still chose to follow the simple request.

These past few weeks have been intense. I’ve been riding the edge of how far I should take things with Owen. I knew we’d be going all the way but I want to savor all of the moments until then. Each touch lingers a little longer while going a little further. It’s been a tease. It was the sweetest torture. I keep waiting for Owen to take the next step but he never pushes. His control is finally breaking.

My breathing is becoming unsteady with every mile that passes. Our destination is not coming soon enough. Each time I look over at Owen it gets worse. I peer out my window to keep from getting worked up any further. Trying to distract my mind from its dirty thoughts, I watch the land pass by for a while. My eyes drift closed in hopes that it will pass the time. I’m jostled from my inner thoughts when I feel the car being pulled over on the side of the road.

“Fuck, I need a small taste, Ace. I’m not going to make it home without it.” His hand unbuckles my seatbelt and he pulls me toward him. His mouth comes down on mine. Our kiss is desperate, both of us trying to consume the other. I moan into his mouth, trying to get as close to him as possible. I break the kiss and climb over the console so that I’m seated on his lap.

“Ace.” My name comes out pained. His hands come up, locking around my face as he pulls me back to his. Our mouths make love. It’s raw and sweet mixed with so much need I think I’m going to come undone. I want to get back in my seat so we can get back to his place but I also don’t want to pull apart. I whimper into his mouth, not sure what to do.

“I got you,” he tells me. His hands drop from my face, one going to my hip as his other slips into my pants. His hand is on my hip, taking a firm hold of me. I know I am pressed into his hard-on. I didn’t realize that I was rocking my hips back and forth trying to find my release on it. Desperate for some relief, I am unashamed in my movements. All of my inhibitions have been tossed out of this car window.

His fingers slide through the lips of my sex. The only sound in the car is our heavy breathing. Owen’s fingers find my clit and he sucks in a deep breath. I know I’m not just wet. I’m soaked through my panties. I am used to it, being around Owen, but this is more than ever. I would be shy about it but Owen closes his eyes and I know he’s trying to get it together. His hardness under me gives a jerk. Yeah, all of him is enjoying how wet I’ve grown. I don’t know if it’s normal to get this wet but I don’t care.

“Owen.” That’s the only word I can manage to get out. My mind and body are only focused on one thing. I need him to give it to me. Those dark brown eyes spring open as his fingers move faster over my clit, giving my body exactly what it needs.

”Give it to me, Ace. Let that sweet pussy come on my hand.”

With those words, my body begins to tremble for him. The pleasure rolling through me from head to toe is overtaking everything. My mind goes blank as I let the feeling take me. There are no words to describe it. I’m lost in the sensation. I’m lost in him. As he holds me close to him, his fingers move to get every last bit of pleasure out of the orgasm.

I lay with my head buried in his chest, my nose brushing back and forth, breathing him in. I often find myself doing that. Trying to steal another breath of him. He relaxes not only me but my mind.

His hand on my hip slides up my back, rubbing me back and forth. His cock jerks below me, reminding me he hasn’t gotten his turn.