Aspen
"You're so beautiful, Aspen," Ace whispered as he gently lowered his lips to mine, I sucked in a breath when his hand gently ran along my stomach and slipped in between my legs.
I moaned when he started stroking me through my panties, and he smiled, leaning over me while kissing the corners of my lips.
"Does that feel good?" he asked me.
I nodded, tipping my head back in pleasure.
"Yeah..." he murmured, sliding his hand into my panties and I started moaning louder. "Yeah, I bet it does, huh?" He looked down at me then. "When you wake up, are you going to touch yourself?"
I nodded, arching my back as he slipped a finger inside me.
"Yeah?" he said. "Do I make you that hot?"
I nodded.
He chuckled then. "Look how wet you are," he pulled his fingers out, "I bet you're soaking the sheets while you're sleeping, huh?" He leaned forward while pressing his lips to mine. "Wake up now and satisfy the ache."34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu1HLMOn7C2
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*****
My eyes opened slowly, and I winced at the sunlight blinding me from the window.
I rolled over in the bed, burying my face into the pillow as my clit throbbed in my panties.
Why does this have to happen?
He constantly teases me, even in my fucking dreams.
I slipped my hand down into my favorite place and started lightly stroking my clit, hoping to ease the pain.
God I was so wet... I hope it didn't bleed through my pants or I'd have to change the sheets again.
I moaned softly, tipping my head back as I rubbed faster, arching my back at how amazing this felt.
Does that feel good?
I felt it coming...
Yeah? Do I make you that hot?
I winced. Oh, God...
Look how wet you are.
I came, silently, but I still did, the orgasm spreading through my body as I dropped back in the sheets, turning over and pulling my hand out from my pants.
That's better...
It was horrible, though... Every time I came, it wasn't as strong as the last. I needed a bigger release, and I didn't know how to get it.
Well... I did, but I couldn't.
I blinked as I took in my surroundings.
Wait a minute.
I thought I was in my dorm room...
This isn't my dorm room.
The walls were painted a very light blue, the sheets I lay on completely white and silky, and there were ceiling-high windows that blared light into the room.
Where was I?
But a bigger thought crept into my mind. Did I just masturbate in someone else's bed?
I quickly peeled back the sheets to check if there were any wet spots.
There weren't, and I exhaled a sigh, gazing around the room again.
What happened...? How did I get here?
I closed my eyes, trying to bring back a memory of last night.
My eyes opened in shock.
I went to see Ace and then went to go make sure my sister was safe.
Fuck.
I suddenly felt weak at the graveyard and passed out.
Who took me? Whose house was this?
Judging by the wall decorations and countless paintings and statues, I would guess that this person was very rich.
Shit... and I just fucked myself in their white sheets.
Great job, Aspen.
But the door opened, and I nearly jumped out of the bed to hide, but then I stilled.
Ace peered into the room at me, clearly checking to see if I was awake.
His breath caught when his eyes locked on mine, and he smiled.
I couldn't tell if it was a kind one or not.
I still felt weakened from my orgasm.
Shit!
I just FUCKED myself in HIS bed?!
THAT'S EVEN WORSE!
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he told me as I tried to regain my composure. "Sleep well?"
Too well, I thought.
But I nodded, questioning how and when he found me.
I took a deep breath, gazing around the room. "Is this your house?"
He nodded.
"Your bedroom?" I asked.
He nodded again. "I couldn't put you in a guest room because everyone else is occupying them." But his eyes narrowed at me, trailing down my form and I subconsciously pulled the sheets up to my waist, worried that I had a wet spot on my jeans. He gazed back up at me, brows raised. "Why are you blushing? Your face is beat red."
I hesitated. "Nothing."
He smiled, clearly trying to stifle a laugh. "Are you on your period?"
"What?" I said, now offended. "No! You're not supposed to ask a girl that when they're being moody, dickwad. It pisses them off."
He eyed me with amusement now. "No, just... when I looked at you, you pulled the sheets up to hide your pants. A stain perhaps?"
I swallowed, my clit pulsing again.
Fuck. Great job, Ace. Now I'm needy.
I stayed where I was, and he chuckled and waved outside the door, gesturing for me to leave.
I listened, checking to see if there were stains on my jeans when he wasn't looking and waddled out when I was in the clear.
Oh, wow.
Something was different about me. I felt strong and steady, not like I was walking on clouds for ages.
Ace was behind me then, pulling some hair off my shoulder while watching it fall.
When his thumb grazed that spot on my neck, I stifled a moan.
"How are you feeling?" he said, walking in front of me and eying my whole body.
Every place his eyes touched burned like a match.
"Good," was all I could say.
He gazed up at me and smiled. "You don't have to be nervous, Asp. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Nervous?" I echoed. "Haha. Nope. Far from it."
He eyed me for a moment with a look that said, You serious? But shook his head and walked off. "Meet me in the kitchen."
I took a loud gasp of air when is burning presence left me, and I closed my eyes.
If he walked in minutes earlier, he would've caught me.
Shit.
Is this how my body would react every time I saw him? I needed to learn to control it.
But I walked downstairs, taking a deep breath when I met his presence in the kitchen, seeing him prepare a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
I swallowed a lump in my throat, the arousal turning into grief.
That was... Tyce's favorite food.
And Ace hated it, so it meant that he was preparing it for me.
I couldn't eat that... And I could tell by the Mario can that it was Tyce's soup... they didn't sell those anymore. Not here, anyway.
Ace turned to me and set the bowl on the counter, nodding to the chair for me to sit.
I did, hesitantly, and watched the Bowser and Peach shaped noodles float around in the broth.
Just the sight of it made nausea coil my stomach.
I loved this stuff... but I couldn't eat this. No.
"How long has it been since you ate?" Ace questioned me, leaning on the counter with his strong arms. "I had a nurse check on you, and your blood sugar was very low. She told me you needed to eat more, but that your organs weren't failing, so you were okay for now."
I stared at the bowl of soup.
"Whatever..." he said, rolling his eyes, "just... eat the fucking soup."
"I can't," I told him before he could walk away.
He glared at me then, but I felt more nausea coil my stomach. "Aspen," he warned.
"I can't eat his food," I told him, and he stopped, looking at me with confusion now.
But his brows drew together in concern now. "Aspen..." he repeated softer.
I scooted out of the table. "I have to go."
He caught my arm before I could leave the kitchen. "You're not leaving," he told me with a stern tone. I glared at him, but it didn't phase him, he just added, "Not until you eat."
He let go of my arm then and nodded to the soup, stepping back and leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, clearly waiting for me to eat.
I swallowed something hard, the nausea burning me as I sat on the chair.
And forced the soup down.
I tried not to picture Tyce eating it, because it make me feel even sicker along with the pain forming inside me, but eventually, I finished, and I left the bowl stranded, shoving down the puke as I stepped back to Ace.
He clearly saw my face green a bit, and his brows drew together. "Aspen...?"
"Can I go now?" I asked him.
He nodded, but with caution as I stepped past him and started to the front door.
Shit... I was going to be sick.
I opened the door and started outside.
I hope he wasn't following me, because I was going to puke pretty soon.
I couldn't hold it down for long.
But right as I exited the house, a car bumped onto the driveway, and I could hear Ace's footsteps behind me.
Fuck.
Right as Nick and Miles exited the car, followed by Kylo, and when Ace walked outside behind me, I couldn't hold in in anymore.
I dropped onto my hands and knees and hurled, tears leaving my eyes at the memory of Tyce, and I could feel the entire world still as all the contents of the soup left my body.
I gasped when my stomach was empty, staring at the lawn lazily as I heard Ace's footsteps rush toward me.
"Aspen!" he said, clearly panicked. "What the fuck?"
I clutched my stomach through my shirt, gagging at the horrible taste in my mouth, and I heard his friends pad toward me, as well.
"I told you," I said to Ace, voice raspy, "I can't eat his food...."
He stilled next to me, and I could tell his friends were looking at each other in confusion, but Ace started rubbing my back to soothe me.
His touch was light, but I still wasn't sure if we were on good terms.
"Can you guys get me some mouth wash?" he asked, and Miles immediately ran into the house. Ace's gaze focused on me then. "Does this happen every time you eat?"
I shook my head. "Only when I eat things he ate."
Miles came rushing out with a giant bottle of mouth wash, and Ace took it and handed it to me. "Rinse," he said.
I did, and spit onto the lawn. He didn't seem to care, though.
But I felt him eyeing me, and his friend's, too. "Aspen..." he said, "why are you protecting him?"
I clutched the grass under me, closing my eyes because the sight of my vomit was nauseating.
Ace could clearly tell I was guilty, but he didn't understand why.
"It's none of your business," I told him, standing up shakily and walked off.
It was hard to say, but he had to back off.
He had to.
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