Ace of Hearts (FU High 1)

“Where are your parents?” I ask, suspiciously.

“Dad’s at his doctor convention and Mom went with him.”

“That was this weekend?” I remember them talking about it, but I thought it was happening next year for some reason.

“Yes.” Ace pulls me through the kitchen, past the great room and up the stairs.

I stop halfway. “Ace, baby, I think I should go home.” Being alone with her in this place is too much temptation. Already my head’s emptying of all thoughts but one—how fast I can get her naked.

“Nope. You’re going to come to my bedroom and take my virginity,” she states boldly. “I’ve waited until the season is over, but I’m impatient and horny. I’m tired of rubbing myself and wondering what it would be like to have your dick inside me. Either you come upstairs with me or I’m throwing you down on the stairs and mounting you like a horse.”

My jaw drops open and I freeze. But only for a second. At the next tick of the clock hand, I have Ace over my shoulder and I’m racing for her room. Her laughter dies the moment I cup her hot sex through her jeans.

“Owen,” she sighs.

I rub her through the denim. “Yeah, baby?”

“I’ve wanted this for a long time. Why’d you make me wait?”

“The hell if I know,” I admit, lowering her to the ground when I reach her bed. “I guess I wanted you to know that I wasn’t into you for your smoking hot body.”

“That moment passed like eight weeks ago.”

“We started dating eight weeks ago.”

“Exactly.” She smiles up at me.

I melt. Well, my heart melts. My dick’s still as stiff as steel. “Okay, then consider that eight weeks as foreplay because I’m not going to last long inside your pussy.” It’ll be a miracle if I’m able to last more than a couple strokes. Even as I stand here, I’m about ready to come in my jeans. I squeeze my dick hard enough to see stars.

“I don’t care. As long as we can do it again, what’s the big deal? We’re learning together, right?”

“Right.” Alice Alistair is my first and will be my last.

I thumb open her jeans and slide my hand inside her panties until I reach her juicy pussy. I’ve tasted her before. I’ve fucked her with my fingers, but it’s never the same. No matter how many times I touch her, it always feels like a privilege—a miracle.

I drop to my knees and drag her jeans down to her ankles. She steps out of them and a shirt goes flying over my head. Her bra jettisons across the room a second later. I run my hands up her firm calves, stroke the backs of her knees, and kiss the tender areas along her inner thigh, licking the liquid honey that has dripped out of her pussy to coat her skin.

“Please,” she begs as I linger over her hot cunt, inhaling her spicy essence, licking her sticky sweetness.

“Yeah, I know.” My cock’s about to burst. I kiss her pussy a little while longer, knowing that no matter how many times I’ve fingered her, she’s still gonna hurt. My dick’s no small thing but she is—small and fragile and vulnerable. I kiss along the soft folds and then hold her open with my fingers while I fuck her with my tongue.

“Yesssss,” she hisses. Her fingernails bite into my scalp and her body shudders as her release floods my mouth. Wet and ready, she falls back onto the bed.

I throw my clothes off and follow her, bracing myself above her bare body with one knee on the mattress and one hand planted next to her head.

“You ready?” I ask, taking my aching cock in my hand.

She nods, her eyes shining.

I press my broad head between her swollen lips and into the tight channel of her cunt. She inhales sharply.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

She scrapes her teeth across her lower lip and nods. Christ, she is so tight. And hot. And wet.

My arm trembles as I fight to keep from canting forward. I reach between us until I can find her clit. I pinch it lightly and then rub it in circles until her cunt walls soften just enough to accept an inch, maybe two.

Sweat breaks out across my forehead.

“Let me in,” I say in between harsh, heavy breaths. “That’s it. Your little pussy wants it. Relax. This feels good, doesn’t it?” I urge.

She stares at me with big eyes. “You’re so big. I don’t know if you’re going to fit.”

I let out a laugh that turns into a groan. “Yeah, that’s not helping.” I can feel my dick swelling larger and harder.

She giggles in response. “I can’t help it. You feel enormous—bigger than you were in my mouth or when I had my hand on you.”

She wriggles and I gasp at the sensation as I sink further into her.