Ace of Hearts (FU High 1)

“Oh,” she says in surprise. She didn’t expect that to happen but when she moves, I move. My dick is only going in one direction.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Is there much…more?”

We both look down and the sight of my cock spearing her cunt is almost too erotic. I close my eyes and throw my head back.

“How am I taking all of that inside me?” She gasps.

“It’s a mystery.” I blow out a heavy breath. At this rate, I’m gonna die before I’m fully seated. I definitely might come, which would be humiliating, but what can a mere mortal do when he’s fucking the goddess of his dreams? I palm one bare ass cheek and hold her still while I surge forward another inch.

Her head drops back, presenting her beautiful neck. I lean forward to mark her at the same time her hips surge up.

“Owen!” she cries.

“You’ve got this, Ace. You’ve got this.” I have so little control left. It’s a shoelace frayed almost all the way through. I dig deep, steel myself, and wait for her to start breathing again.

I lick her neck, nip at her sensitive ear lobe, scatter kisses across her face, all the while commanding the cum that’s gathered in my balls to wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

And then it happens. She moves. Her hips swivel, slowly, in cautious movements, testing herself. Wet sucking sounds fill the air as she moves herself on my rigid shaft.

“You’re so hard,” she moans.

I nearly cry with the pain of waiting. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot. I want you to come all over me. Get my dick good and wet.”

“I want to come,” she says. “Help me. Help me come.”

“Nothing I want more.” I dig my hand between us again, finding that sensitive little button.

She gasps when I get my fingers on her. She rocks against me, faster and harder. The heels of her feet dig into the back of my thighs. Her pussy grows slicker and the sounds of dirty, filthy fucking punctuated by gasps fill the room.

“You feel good, don’t you, Ace? You like my thick cock inside your tiny pussy, don’t you?”

She lets out a choked whimper as I drive my cock inside of her in fierce, sure movements, my hard shaft sliding out until only the tip of my broad head still parts her lips and then slamming forward with enough force to drive her the length of the mattress.

Her climax hits only seconds before mine bursts from my body. The gush of cum is hot and long. It feels like I’ve never come before. I keep spurting inside of her, filling her up with my seed until it leaks out of her pussy, drenching her thighs.

Spasms wrack her body as she chants my name.

“Owen, Owen, Owen. Yes. Yes, fuck yes.”

I keep going because this is our first time and I never want it to end. And it never will.

21

Alice

Months later

I elbow Owen in the side before he can open his mouth. “It’s perfect.” The walls are bare and there is nothing in the room but two twin beds and two small tables.

“We can make it homey in no time.” My mom claps her hands together, excited about decorating my room. If anyone can make this place homey it’s her. She was always good about taking nothing and making it into something. No clue how she did it but she did.

“We’re lucky I got a single,” I whisper to Owen. He gives me a wink, making me wonder if it was really luck or not. I got into Notre Dame and so did Owen. He didn’t really have to apply. Every school was banging down his door. I had the grades and scores to get in on my own. My hard work got me an early acceptance letter. I’m sure when Owen and I showed up together for our tour that they were overjoyed. Since I had already committed to their school at that point, they almost had a guarantee that they would snag Owen. The school made it a point to show us the many perks they offered. I’m sure if Owen hadn’t been with me, I wouldn’t have received the same treatment. I would have been herded around with all of the other students instead of receiving a private tour and a room that looked like it could be for two. It’s set up for that.

Freshmen have to live on campus. Lucky for me there was a single room that had suddenly become available. It had my name written all over it.

Owen was pretty much shoved into a frat house with all of the other football players. Plus side to that is he has his own room too.

Owen wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side. My mom is already making a list of things we’ll need for my room.