Ace of Hearts (FU High 1)

There’s a bite in her tone I haven’t heard before, but I deserve it. I cross over to the island and bracket my hands around hers, bringing her closed fists up to my mouth. “I’m a dumbshit. I already said it. Forgive me?”

She shifts a little in her chair before nodding. “Nothing to forgive.”

“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, your list of the things you want did not include me peeling off your pants and sticking my tongue between your legs so is that off the list or not?”

She pulls her hands out from my clasp and tugs on my bangs. “Maybe I want your world-class mac and cheese first.”

“Done.” I get busy, grabbing the box of noodles and reaching inside for the milk. I’m about to pour the milk into a measuring cup when it occurs to me that I’ve slobbered all over the carton. Mom told me not to drink from it and I didn’t listen. With a sigh, I stick the milk back inside the refrigerator. “How about spaghetti? The milk’s expired.”

“That’s fine.” Her voice is somewhat far away.

I twist around to see her inspecting the pictures Mom has hung all over the wall.

“Have you always been good at football?” Ace asks.

“Yeah. Pretty much. I’m fast and have good situational awareness.” I fill a pot with water, throw some salt in, and fire up the burner. “I’ve had some college scouts out to my games. My coach came to me and told me I should transfer to FU High because the quarterback is better and I’d have a better chance of getting into a good school. How about you? You always know you wanted to be a surgeon?”

“Nope. Not until my mom married Carl. I never even thought about being a doctor. I didn’t have any grown-up plans. He took me to the hospital, though, and he even let me watch him do surgery. You sit in this little room up high, kind of like a sky box thing. It’s pretty cool. He saves people. I want to do that.”

“He seems real decent.”

“He is.”

The water starts to boil so I throw in the noodles and begin to heat up the sauce. “I’m actually a shit cook,” I tell Ace so she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“I’m not here because of your cooking,” she says, joining me at the stove.

My cock instantly lurches to a standing position. “I’m going to need you to not say that shit while I got stuff cooking on the stove,” I order.

She grins impishly and tilts her head to the side. “What if I told you that suddenly I’m only hungry for one thing?”

I flip off the burners and lift her up, tossing her onto the counter. “Then I guess it’s time for me to eat.”

She tenses, probably thinking I’m going to attack her. I capture her mouth, running my tongue against the roof of her mouth, feeling the softness of her cheek, the firmness of her palate. Desire races through my bloodstream, firing up my nerve endings, making everything a thousand times more sensitive. My cock grows hard and heavy. If she touched me, if she wrapped her soft hand around my massive shaft, I’d come in an instant. And as much as I want that, as much as I want to fill her hand and her pussy with my seed, I can’t stop kissing her. I cup her face and run my thumbs along her cheekbones.

She scrubs her hands through my hair. Her nails scrape my scalp and send shivers down my spine. Her tongue tangles with mine, aggressively and surely informing me that she’s my equal. She’s more than that, though. She’s got the power. With one touch of her small hand, one glimpse of her bright smile, I’m ready to go down on my knees.

“Owen,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“Yeah, I know.” She wants more. Me, too. I let my mouth trail over the hard ridge of her jaw, down the damp column of her throat. Her pulse beats wildly at the base. I nip it lightly and then tongue the small wound. She whimpers and wriggles, trying to get her aching pussy some satisfaction.

“Shhhh,” I whisper. “I’ll make it better.”

“Owen,” she says again. The naked need in her voice makes my knees buckle and my mouth water. Her pussy is going to be so wet when I get down there. I know she’s drenching her panties. I can smell her arousal, her want.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. She unclasps her bra before I can get to it and her breasts spill out of the restraint, bouncing like two juicy peaches.

“Look at you,” I say hoarsely. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are.” I cup her breasts and thumb the pert tits that harden with my attention. “These babies need a little love,” I tell her.