Chapter 12

12

LIBBY

A ce can be hard to read at times. Right now, for example. I’m not sure if he’s horrified or proud of whatever he is talking about. It’s not that out there for me to not get it. I'm learning a lot of new things. Especially when it comes to men.

“Marked? What does that mean?” It must be slang. I'm noticing that many words lose their intended meaning when used in different contexts, but this fancy phone is helping me catch up. The world is a whole lot bigger and different than I ever understood. It’s scary and exciting all at once.

There are times, like this one, when I'm utterly confused. That can be frustrating, especially when it comes to Ace.

“I put a hickey on you.” He fixes his gaze on my neck. Ace runs his tongue along his teeth.

“What’s a hickey?”

“Fuck me.” He drops his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Sorry, I don’t know.” I drop back down onto my butt. This isn’t how I thought this conversation would go. I actually didn’t know how it would go at all.

“I’m pissed at myself, not you, Libby." His head falls back forward. “Never you.”

“You could have fooled me.”

My heart broke a little when he ran off to the bathroom. I’d had one of, if not, the best moments of my life, and he had to get away from me as quickly as possible. I freaked out and called my sister.

I didn't tell her what happened. Only said I was teared up because I missed her. I wanted to see her face. I thought it would help, but then I felt bad because I didn’t want to talk to her about what happened with Ace. Because honestly, I didn't know what happened.

"Can I touch you, Libby? I really need to fucking touch you for a second."

"Yes," I say without hesitation. I want him to touch me forever. Not for only a second. Ace slips back onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.

"I'm trying to be good with you. There is so much for you to learn."

"You're the best with me." I try to make him understand that.

"You won't say that when you see your neck."

"What?" I touch my neck, not sure what he's talking about.

"Here." He snags my phone on the bed, turning the camera on, he flips it so it shows the two of us. Without thinking, I reach up and press the button that will snap the picture. "Trying to show you the mark, babe."

"Oh." I see the small purple thing. I lean forward to get a better look. It doesn't hurt. "Is that a hickey?"

"Yeah."

"Your mouth did that?" I laugh.

"Yeah," he says again.

It's kinda silly, but it makes the tingling sensation come to life inside of me. I run my finger along it. I'm not sure he'd be okay with me saying I like it. He's upset that he left it there.

“Is it a terrible thing?” I peek up at him.

“Depends.”

“Could I give you one?”

“Fuck me.” He groans under his breath. “You’re not helping me keep it under control.” Ace openly adjusts his cock in his sweatpants. My eyes linger there. I’d felt that between my thighs, and I really wanted to see it, but I don’t want him to freak out again and run to the bathroom. This is when I could really use my sister to pepper with questions, but that would only get some shot my way.

“Is it always hard like that?”

“You have that effect on it.” Ace picks me up and places me back on his lap, leaving me straddling him.

“Is this okay?”

“That’s on you, Libby.”

“You’re confusing.”

“Trust me, babe. I’m fighting with myself here.”

“Why?”

"It would be devastating for me if you ever felt regret for anything we did."

“I would never.”

“You don’t know that yet.” I’m sure he believes that. I don’t.

“So now what?”

“Like I said.” He gently rests one of his hands on my shoulder. He rubs the marked spot with his thumb. “That’s up to you.” I lick my lips.

“Are you saying that I could?” My eyes drop to his neck. He reaches behind him with his other hand, grabbing the back of the collar, and pulls the shirt off, tossing it away. God, I love when he doesn’t wear a shirt. He probably thinks I’m a weirdo because I’m always rubbing my hands all over his chest. But I can’t stop myself. I love the feel of his skin on my fingertips.

“Libby, you can do anything you want to me. I’d never tell you no.”

I lean in and brush his neck with my mouth. Ace digs his fingers into my hair as I gently kiss his neck. “What do I do? Suck?”

“Yeah.” The one word is gruff. I swirl my tongue around before I latch on to him. “Libby,” he groans. His cock jerks against my ass. I keep going, knowing he’s enjoying it. I suck harder, and once again I start to rock my hips, my body wanting the pleasure it knows he can provide.

This time, Ace allows me to take charge. I open my legs wider to find that perfect spot on his cock. “That’s it, baby, take what you need.” I do.

I let any doubts, shyness, or insecurity I have melt away. It’s only Ace and me right now. I rub against him, finding the pleasure I need until I come again. Ace groans my name too as I collapse onto his bare chest.

“Are you going to run to the bathroom again?” I tease after a long moment.

“Maybe.”

“Really?” I sit up so I can see him.

“Kinda want to see the damage.”

“Damage?”

“The mark, babe.”

“Oh.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I gave him a way bigger one than he did me. Actually, there are a couple. I guess I moved my mouth around a lot. I have an immediate understanding as to how Ace felt when he left his mark on me. Because I feel it too, looking at mine on him. He’s mine. I just hope he doesn’t think I got carried away.

“Don’t make that face.” Ace says.

He grabs the phone, flipping the camera on. He points it at us. A smirk pulls at his lips. He turns his head and kisses me as I hear him snap a picture.