His eyes, dark and knowing, held mine. He saw the wanting there, the desperate plea for more than just the fleeting touches we usually shared. He saw the girl beneath the layers of glitter and confidence, the girl who still felt a flicker of that teenage infatuation.
Ace leaned in, closing the distance between us, and his lips met mine. The kiss was electric, a surge of pure sensation that stole my breath. I tasted myself on his lips, a heady mix of sweat and sugar, and a moan escaped me.
"Do you want to go further?" he asked, his voice husky.
A smile bloomed on my face, radiant and uncontainable. This was it. My first time, with Ace. A dream I'd held onto for so long was finally within reach. "Yes," I whispered, barely audible. "Give me everything."
He wasted no time. With a deft movement, he unclasped my skirt, letting it pool at my feet. Then came my shirt, his hands skimming over my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Each touch was a promise, a whisper of what was to come.
I panted softly, my senses heightened, every nerve ending on fire. He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and unhooked my bra. One of his hands cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple. The other nipple was captured by his mouth, a hot, wet pull that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me.
"Ace…y-yes," I moaned, arching into his touch, wanting more, needing more.
He switched his attention, lavishing the same attention on the other breast, his fingers twisting and pulling, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I cried out, a plea for release, but he held back, teasing me, drawing out the exquisite torture.
Finally, he pulled away, his gaze burning into mine. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open, revealing a sculpted chest and a washboard stomach. He looked like a Greek god, a K-pop idol, everything I'd ever fantasized about.
My hands trembled as I reached out, wanting to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. I wanted to bury my fingers in his hair, to pull him closer.
He reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. He slowly unbuckled it, the sound amplified in the charged silence. He unsnapped his pants and slid them down, revealing his hard cock.
He lined himself up with my entrance, teasing me with a slow, deliberate rub that was both exquisite and agonizing. I ground against him, desperate for more, but he stopped, a sudden movement that made me gasp.
"Why did you st…"
Before I could finish, he thrust into me, filling me completely. A sharp pain shot through me, and I yelped, but it quickly subsided, replaced by a rush of pure, overwhelming pleasure.
Everything blurred, a kaleidoscope of feelings and sensations. He began to move, slowly at first, then deeper, harder, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through my body. He nipped at my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.
"You look so beautiful covered in my marks," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me, who do you belong to, Hailey?"
I gasped, my body arching against his. The world narrowed, focusing on the feel of him inside me, the pressure, the heat, the overwhelming need.
"Y-you," I whimpered, desperate for release. "I belong to you."
"Good girl," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, more insistent.
I gripped his back, my nails digging into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure consumed me. I cried out his name, over and over again, lost in the dizzying spiral of sensation.
I begged for release, my body screaming for it. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him to take me over the edge.
His movements became more erratic, his groans filling the room, mingling with my screams. He was hitting the spot, the one that made my eyes flutter shut, the one that made my breath catch in my throat.
I was on the edge, teetering on the precipice. My body clenched around him, my pussy squeezing him tight, pulling him deeper. My screams grew louder, more desperate, as I lost all control.
Then, just as I was about to shatter, a loud thud echoed through the room. The door burst open, and two men barged in, brandishing guns.
Fear stabbed through me, cold and sharp, but beneath it, a simmering anger began to rise. The fact that these two goons had ruined my long-awaited moment with Ace sent a red-hot fury coursing through my veins.
Ace pulled out of me, his face a mask of fury. He stepped in front of me, shielding me from the intruders. "Can I help you?" he said, his voice dangerously low, laced with a barely suppressed rage.
One of the men stepped forward, his eyes narrowed, his face contorted with fury. "Ace, you dirty bastard! You played us!"
Ace smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Did I?"