Ace of Hearts

by Goode, Ella

  “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.

  She mewls a small protest that’s cut off the minute I have my mouth on her. With one suck, she is curling off the counter. Her fingers dig into my skull. “My God,” she gasps. “Owen, please!”

  I smile around her tit. If her breasts are this sensitive imagine what she’ll be like when I have my mouth plastered against her cunt. She might tear my hair out. Not that I care. It'd be a worthwhile sacrifice. I suck hard, teasing each nipple into a tight, hard bud. She writhes under me and I wonder if I could make her come by just sucking on her tits. I didn’t know that was possible. It’s not something the guys talk about in the locker room. Of course, that could be because they’re selfish dicks who just want to get their cocks wet.

  As much as my cock aches, there’s something overwhelmingly satisfying about seeing my girl mad with pleasure. I want to see that love drunk look on her face at all times and if that means putting off my own orgasm until she comes ten, fifty, a hundred times, that’s what I want, too.

  I move lower, to the waistband of her pants. Her fingers tangle with mine as we tear them off. Her panties come with them, leaving her gloriously nude.

  I lean back and take her in. Her skin is glowing in the light of the kitchen. She looks like a goddess. If I was a painter, this is how I would immortalize her—leaning back on her elbows, one knee canted outward and the other draped over the edge of the counter. Her chest is pink, flushed with excitement. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips are swollen from our kisses. She peers down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, drunk from excitement.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I inform her. I drag a finger from her belly button, through the close-trimmed pubic hair, stopping just above her clit, which is begging for attention. “It’s hard to concentrate when we’re together because all I can think about is how gorgeous you look and how much I want to taste you.”

  I can’t wait another moment. I slide my hands under her ass and lift her to me. She screams and bucks up hard against my mouth. I drink her in, devouring her as though I ran ten miles and need water more than air. But it’s the same. I need her more than air. I need to have her in my arms, my mouth against her skin, my tongue drenched with her essence. I need all of those things to live.

  “Owen, babe, this is…this is…I can’t…”

  I know. It’s everything. I suck on her pussy lips, arrow my tongue inside her tight channel, revel in the tart honey that floods my mouth.

  Her ass cheeks tighten under my grip.

  “I never knew it could be like this,” she cries. Her fingers pull on my hair and she begins to ride my mouth, pulsing and grinding against my lips and tongue, using me ruthlessly.

  My cock throbs inside my pants. A hot ball of want roils at the base of my spine. I’m going to come just by sucking her off. I free one hand and swing an arm underneath her ass and seal my mouth against her sopping wet pussy.

  With my free hand, I undo my jeans and whip out my cock. In uneven moves, I jack myself with one hand while I tongue her to ecstasy. Her pussy convulses against my mouth. Her screams fill the room. My cum explodes out of my cock.

  I work her until she collapses on the counter and my own cock runs dry. She slides off into my arms and I sink to the floor, cradling her tight.

  “Ace, girl, I fucking love you,” I whisper into her hair. “I’m gonna take care of you for the rest of my life. ‘Kay?”

  “‘Kay,” she answers softly, nuzzling her nose into my sweat-soaked neck.

  We sit like that for a long time—me in my unbuttoned jeans and my T-shirt clinging to my back and her nude, tucked into my embrace. I still want to fuck her. I still want to plunge my hard cock into that hot, tight, wet sex of hers. But this is good. This moment of tenderness and love and sweetness is good.

  You can never have enough good moments in life.

  15

  Alice

  “You sure you don’t want me to wait?” Melody asks. She has her car keys in her hands. She’s been coming to the games with me every Friday. I’m not sure if it’s because she likes watching them or hanging out. I’ve made a few friends in sewing class but Melody makes me laugh. She wasn’t lying about being a hard w
orker either. She takes better notes than I do and she always brings snacks whenever we meet up to study. I’ve grown close to her in the small amount of time that I’ve been here. I love to tease her about me being in this friendship solely for the snacks.

  She’s leaning up against the side of my car while I’m watching people exit the parking lot. The game ended a few minutes ago. Soon this place will be empty. I’m not going anywhere until Owen gets here. I drove us today because it’s game day. We’ve made a pattern of it. I drive on game days because after school we do a quick food run before heading back to school. Once we get back I usually head to the library while he hits the field and warms up. I come to the game to cheer him on and then after we play the fake game of do you want to go to the party tonight. We never go. If we have free time we spend it attached to each other in the most pleasurable ways. The blowjob I gave him in the car before he took off for warm-ups was a great example of that. I lick my lips thinking about it. They still feel a little swollen from being stretched around him. I never knew that pleasuring him would also get me so worked up. Owen had to slide his hand down my panties before he left so that I could come too. He said there was no way that he was leaving me in the state that I was in. I insisted that he not be late but he said he’d make it quick. He said his game depended on me being satisfied because there was no way he’d be able to concentrate on the field knowing I was in the stands aroused. I rolled my eyes at him but I let him have his way.

  “Nope. Owen will be out any minute.”

  “See ya.” She lifts her fingers to give me a finger slap before she turns to leave.

  I go back to watching where the guys exit after the game. I’ve oddly enjoyed falling into schedule with Owen. I always know what he is doing and he knows what I’m up to also. We set up everything so we can see each other as much as possible. It is cute and a little obsessive but I don’t care. We do what we’re supposed to. We both keep up on our work load. Besides, studying is way more fun when I get to steal kisses and an orgasm every now and then from Owen. Life has been busy but fun. I no longer think having a boyfriend will slow me down or get in the way of what I want. Now I see it’s nice to have someone you work with. Having a person that makes you be your best self and encourages you is so important. I’ve found that in Owen. We might have different goals we are working for but we are doing them together.

  Normally Owen is the first one out the door. He’s usually running over to me so when I see someone coming I push off my car. I try to keep the pursed look off my face when I see it's Billy. I haven’t had any run-ins with him but I’ve heard some of the girls’ whispers that he’s the biggest D-bag of them all. Rumor has it he’s crude and doesn’t like the word no. I brace myself and expect the worst as he walks closer to me.

  I pull out my phone to play with so we don’t make eye contact. I don’t want to even bother with fake hellos. My plan doesn’t work. It’s only a few moments later that his body is blocking out part of the light that’s above me in the parking area. I am grateful to Owen for parking under the light. I’d been complaining that he was searching for a spot too long when we’d gotten back from grabbing food earlier. When classes are over you can park wherever and now I know that he took the extra time so that I would have light while I was waiting. He is always putting me first.

  “Aly.” He drawls out the Y as he says my name. I don’t know if he’s trying to be cute or flirt with me. Doesn’t matter; it’s annoying. Goosebumps crawl up my skin when my name comes out of his mouth.

  “Alice,” I correct. Only friends call me Aly. He narrows his eyes on me for a moment.

  “Owen’s going to be a minute. Coach and Carter are talking to him.”

  “Thanks.” I give a half smile in hopes of him moving along. He only steps closer to me. I put my hands up to stop him. I’m already against my car now.

  I have to lean my head back to look up at him. Owen’s taller than him but Billy is still pretty freaking tall compared to me. Most people are. I start to feel trapped. Silently I’m panicking but I’m also trying to mentally map a way around him.

  “Billy.” I try and keep my tone firm. Inside I’m beyond freaking out. I try to remind myself that if I scream someone will hear me. Most people have cleared out but more people should be leaving soon. If not this very second. Owen will be here soon. I keep telling myself that.

  “Heard you like to give fast blowies in the car. That why he played so good tonight?” Heat rushes to my face. I don’t know if it’s anger or embarrassment. He wears a cocky smile. I know my skin is showing what I’m feeling. I’m sure I’m a nice shade of pink under the parking lot lights.

  “You know I have a real nice car you can give me a blowjob in anytime you want. I know you Cooper girls like money. With me you won’t have to wait for it like with Fast. My family already has it.”

  “Fuck you.” It pops right out of my mouth. I wish I had something more clever to say. Not sure there would even be a point with someone like Billy. It would be a waste of breath and time. Cooper isn’t a name I’ve heard in a while. I’m not ashamed of the name. It was my mom's maiden name. The name she gave me when she brought me into this would. Then Dad made us Alistairs the day he married my mom and asked to be my dad.

  Still, it pisses me off that someone would think my mom was with my dad for money. She loves that man.

  “I’d fuck you anytime.” He leans down. “He get your cherry yet?” My hand flies before I know what I’m doing. The smack is loud.

  “Shit,” I yelp, the hit stinging my palm. Billy turns his head back to look down at me. His own hand goes to the cheek I smacked, looking momentarily shocked that I did it. That makes two of us.

  “Hey!” is shouted, making Billy turn to see who it is. I don’t know his name but I know he’s on the team. Billy steps back from me.

  “Just telling Fast’s girl he’s running a little late,” Billy tells the guy. The guy’s eyes bounce between the two of us. I don’t have Property of Owen Fast McCoy written on me but everyone in this school knows we’re together. Owen made that clear to anyone who asked or looked our way.

  “Anytime, Aly.” Billy winks at me before taking off. The guy turns to head back toward where the players always come from. My hands clench into fists. My right palm is still stinging. It’s not even seconds later when I see Owen is on a dead run toward me. I have a feeling that other boy went and said something.

  “What happened, Ace?” Owen’s eyes are all over me. He reaches for my wrist, lifting my hand that’s clenched into a fist. When I open it you can see it’s bright red.

  “What did he say to you?” I can tell Owen is trying to keep calm but the anger bleeds through each word. I tell him everything Billy said.

  “How would he know that?” he asks. I know he’s talking about the blowjob. I also know Owen wouldn’t have told anyone. It must click in his head too. Billy must have seen us.

  “He touch you?” Something dark flashes in Owen's eyes. I shake my head. “Words, Ace. I need them.”

  “He didn’t touch me.” Owen’s eyes close for a second before he drops his forehead to mine. I touched Billy but I have a feeling Owen already knows that. The unknown boy must have told him about the smack because my hand was the first thing he’d checked.

  “I want you to get in the car, baby, and go home.” His eyes open and lock with mine.

  “Alone?” I question.

  “Text me when you get there.” He reaches for my car door, pulling it open for me.

  “Owen.”

  “Ace, please. Get in the car and text me when you get home.” I can see the determination on his face.

  “Okay,” I say after a beat.

  “Okay?” He raises an eyebrow at me but I see relief fill his face that I’m not going to fight him on this.

  “Yeah, okay.” I trust him. If there is something he needs to do, fine. “Don’t do anything stupid,” I add, though, ‘cause sometimes men do stupid shit.

  He gives me a
smile but no dimple shows. “And I want my kiss.” I was hoping for more than a kiss but Billy killed any dream of that for now.

  Owen leans into the car, brushing his mouth against mine.

  “Text me, Ace,” he reminds me.

  “Promise,” I say before he shuts my door. He stands and watches me pull out of the parking lot.

  When I pull into my driveway, I text him.

  Me: Home

  I start to text out I love you but I stop myself. My emotions are all over the place right now and that’s not something you say in a text. Maybe it’s something he needs to hear at this moment though. I lick my lips staring at my phone as I debate what to do.

  16

  Owen

  The minute Ace’s taillights clear the parking lot, I hunt for Billy. The minute I get my hands on that asshole, I’m turning his face into hamburger meat. I weave through the cars, looking for that floppy-haired pencil dick, but can’t spot him. It’s dark and I don’t know what kind of car he drives. I never cared to know. Halfway through the parking lot, I spot a car I do know. It’s Carter’s silver Benz with the gull wing doors. That machine is sick, seats only two people, and is never occupied by anyone other than Carter. Andi Thompson, an actual model for a magazine or some such thing, once asked for a ride home from school and Carter told her that she wasn’t good enough to sit in his car.

  I arrive at the vehicle just in time to see Carter slide into the driver’s seat. “Carter,” I shout.

  He stops in mid-motion—one hand still on the car door and one foot outside on the ground.

  “What do you want, Fast?” He sounds irritated, as if I’m keeping him from some appointment.

  I don’t give a shit. Billy needs to be taught a lesson stat.

  “Where’s Billy Crenshaw?”

  “No clue.” Carter starts to close the door, but I grab it and force it up. “Do you mind?” he says tersely.