Chapter Four
When they were kids, Ace had known that Trixie was special. That feeling had never disappeared, and had still been the same when she walked into his tattoo parlor. Now, with her cunt clutching his cock, he knew without a shadow of doubt that she was the woman for him. Staring into her eyes, with her pussy wrapped around him, and the way she made him feel, he just knew that she was his. They belonged together, and nothing was going to take that away.
Pushing her hair out of her face, he smiled down at her, wondering if she knew for a second that he loved her. His love had been there for a lot longer than a few years. Having her close every single day and not touching her had been torture, but it had also been a dream come true. She was finally in his life for good, and he wasn’t about to let her go all that easily.
“I told you I’d fit.”
“You’re not a tiny guy,” she said.
“No, I’m not, but you see with a big dick, comes a great deal of responsibility.”
“It does?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He eased out of her a few inches, and then slammed back inside her, loving her moan. “Because I’m now in charge of making sure you’re on cloud nine with my cock.” He kissed her temple, and sat up with his cock still inside her. “Look at us, Trixie. Look at how good your pussy looks.” He stared at where they were joined. The lips of her pussy were opened. Her clit was swollen and wet, begging to be touched even though he’d sent her into not one but two orgasms. His cock was so deep inside her, the lips of her pussy touched him.
Moving his hands from her hips, he slid them down, and stroked one over her clit. Sliding up and down, back and forth, he watched as she came apart. With each stroke her pussy tightened around him.
“Ace!” she cried out, arching up.
“That’s right, baby. You know what I like to hear.” He gritted his teeth, trying to keep a handle on his own pleasure as he drew her to another orgasm. Ace took his time, not moving as she wriggled and thrust down. It was Trixie who moved, taking him in deeper. “Do you want to come again?”
“Yes, please, Ace. I can’t stand it.”
He brought her to a third orgasm, only this time he didn’t wait for her to finish. The moment she thrust over the edge, and her cunt began to clench on his dick, he took hold of her hands, pressing them either side of her head. Next, he began to ride her hard, fucking her so that the bed hit the wall with the force of his thrusts.
It had been so long since he’d been with a woman, and the fact that he finally had Trixie in his bed, there was no way he could last. Through her orgasm, he found his own release, thrusting deep inside her as he filled the condom.
They were both panting as the pleasure began to ebb away. He collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing her head.
“What are you sorry for?” she asked.
“I didn’t take my time. Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll take care of that.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yes. I know that wasn’t my best performance. I let the team down.”
She was laughing now. “You’re really not joking, are you?”
“Why would I joke about this? I promised you some really good sex, and I failed. I’ve got some serious catching up to do. Can you forgive me?” he asked.
“What we just shared was better than anything I had ever felt before in my life, and you think that wasn’t all that great.”
“I’m a perfectionist.”
“I think you’re amazing.” She cupped his cheek, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ve never had a man go down on me like that.”
“Then it’s their loss and my gain.” He flicked his tongue out. “It’s one of my many specialties. Licking pussy, and fucking.”
“Don’t forget your talent with ink.”
“I won’t forget that.” He traced her back where he’d put her first tramp stamp. “I’ve marked your beautiful skin, and now I’ve tasted your pussy. There’s no getting away from it now, Trixie. You’re mine, and have been for a long time.”
“I can’t get over that you wanted me in high school. That was so long ago.”
“Did you know we had English together?” he asked. “You used to sit in the middle row, second seat.”
“You remember that?” she asked.
“My obsession was what kept me in school.”
“I was your obsession?”
“You always wore different socks.”
She was laughing now. “You saw that!”
“I saw everything. You’d wear different colored socks. Sometimes totally contrasting colors. One day you wore green and orange, purple and pink, blue and red. No one ever commented on your socks. I don’t know if they noticed or didn’t care. I saw it. It was your little rebellion I figured. Even then I saw a fire inside you that everyone else was trying to burn out.”
The smile dropped from her face. “I wasted so much time trying to be someone I never was. I woke up at twenty-seven years old, and realized that I’d done everything by the book and that I wasn’t happy. I mean, you’d think I would be, right?”
“Not necessarily.”
“I had the good job, a fantastic income, a guy to marry. I think I was even on the verge of buying a house, and it all came crashing down,” she said.
“You coming into the shop was one of the best things that ever happened to me,” he said, being honest with her. “I always wondered about you. I hoped you were happy. Graduation day, you looked so sad. Everyone else around you was happy and celebrating. You stood away from them, looking in, watching. I should have come to you then, and I didn’t.”
“I saw you that day. We stared at each other,” Trixie said. “I was going to come over to you, to congratulate you.”
“Someone walked between us, and I left.”
“You left.”
“It was the biggest mistake I made,” he said. “I could have kissed you that day, and not waited twelve years to do it.” With that, he kissed her again.
****
Sitting on a kitchen chair completely naked was not how she’d imagined spending the rest of her night. Nor was holding a bowl of cereal as Ace padded around naked. He made her feel so comfortable in her own skin, it was unreal.
“You sure you don’t want anything else to eat?”
Trixie shook her head. “It is so late, I do not want to even think about anything too big.” She took another bite of her cereal. “Is there a risk of your mom walking in and catching us?”
“Nope. She always turns up when I’m at work.”
“She doesn’t come to see you at work though,” Trixie said, knowing in the past three years she hadn’t seen his mother.
“No. She doesn’t. Our relationship is really complicated, and I don’t like her being in my place of work when I have to concentrate,” he said. “It messes with my head.”
He moved toward her, taking a seat opposite. His cock, while flaccid, was still impressive to look at. She couldn’t believe that moments ago he’d been inside her.
“She’s still your mother.”
“Yeah, well, I prefer her to stay away from work. Last time she was at my place, she kept convincing everyone there that they didn’t need to mark their bodies for life. She loves me and all, but she is not good for business.”
“Did you lose a lot of business?” she asked in between mouthfuls of food.
“Nope. I didn’t lose a lot. They just advised that I kept mommy dearest away from my workplace. I have, and business is indeed booming.”
“Yay! It’s good because I’ve got a job, and you are very talented.”
“Thank you.” He was eating, and she was eating. “Spit it out. Whatever is going on in your head, just let me have it.”
“You don’t know everything I’m thinking.”
“I know you like my cock, and you probably want it again, deep inside you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not thinking that. I’m curious about what happens tomorrow.”
“We get up. If you’re a good girl, I will make you breakfast, and then we’ll go to work.”
“Just like that?” she asked. “I’m new to this whole one-night stand thing.”
Ace held his hand up. “Wait, whoa, who said anything about a one night stand?” he asked.
“I don’t know what this is.”
“Now I feel very used,” he said, making her smile. “Honey, one-night stands do not linger over dinner, even if it’s cereal. It’s late, and this is dinner. I’d call this a backward date.”
“Sex and then food. It’s the best way to go. I couldn’t have sex if I was totally full,” she said. “You know, I just thought. I love Italian food. Spaghetti and meatballs is probably not authentic Italian, but it’s my favorite. Could you imagine getting all hot and heavy on that kind of food?” She wrinkled her nose. “I think I would barf.”
He burst out laughing. “Only you could think about food that would make you sick after sex. Just so you know it is duly noted, and I will make sure that you don’t visit any Italian places before I want sex.”
“This is fun,” she said.
“You know this means you’re my girl.”
“What do you mean?”
“No offense intended. I don’t stick my dick in just anyone. I’m a guy, but I’ve changed a lot as well. I’ve not been with anyone in a long time, and I want this to work between us.”
“Work?”
“Yes. I want you to be my girl, Trixie. I wanted it over twelve years ago. I’m not going to wait around for you to leave again. I’m laying my cards on the table. I want you for my own. The sex is amazing, but I want forever.”
Her heart began to pound. “I didn’t know you were the forever kind of guy.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. I won’t freak you out just yet. This is, after all, our first official date.”
She licked her lips, and then stared down into her cereal. Her stomach was in knots. “I wanted you,” she said.
“What?”
“Twelve years ago. I stared across that field, and if you had still been there, I wanted to go to you.” She smiled, thinking about it. “It’s crazy how many times I have thought of that one moment. If you had still been there, I probably wouldn’t have gone to college, or tried to change places.” She shook her head. “It’s surreal how one moment can change our entire life.”
“You would have gone to college, Trixie. Your path was chosen for you.”
“Exactly, and if you hadn’t gone, and I had the guts to go looking for you, I think our lives would have been different.”
He was silent, and she had nothing else to say. Looking back there had been so many moments in high school. The times they had bumped into each other and they had done that often. One time had been in the library, and he’d helped her with the books that had fallen out of her hands. Someone had distracted them. Moving on, they had been standing together in the dinner hall, and she had wanted to say something fun, cool, and witty. The line had gone, and she had remained silent. Every chance over their high school years had been wasted in one way or another, and she wasn’t going to waste another moment.