Catch Me if You Can (18+) (FINISHED)

18 - Trying to Escape, but Only Staying Longer

Aspen
Five Years Ago

I opened my tired eyes, gazing around my new guest bedroom cautiously before sighing and slipping out of my bed.

After readjusting my ponytail that I pulled up hours ago, I stepped out of my bedroom, yawning as I gazed over at Nikoli, the guard Ace placed next to my door last night.

He nodded at me, and I nodded back, smiling.

I walked down the steps then, hearing the wood gently creak as I entered the living room where a bunch of cups and junk scattered along the floor. The lights were still on, but I heard no voices, so I assumed everyone was off to bed.

The party ended the moment I ran, I guessed, but it looked like Ace and the boys hadn't cleaned up yet.

Whatever, I needed to sneak out of here, though, even when I particularly didn't want to leave.

My brother was going to kill me if I wasn't home before dawn. My dad couldn't care less, but my brother?

Let's just say he was a controlling asshole.

The moment my feet touched the bottom floor, a hand reached out from behind the staircase, and I yelped when my back met the wall.

I gasped, looking up in shock when I felt their familiar body heat.

Ace was in front of me, pinning me to the wall while his hot breath dusted my cheeks.

He didn't smell like alcohol like I expected... he smelled more like mint and toothpaste, and I found myself closing my eyes when he leaned forward.

"Where do you think you're going?" he whispered.

Was it just me...? or did he make that sentence seductive?

I opened my eyes, staring at him with lowered lashes, as I leaned forward and lightly pecked his lips.

"I have to go, Ace," I told him.

"Why?" he asked me. "Why now? It's two in the morning, angel, and you've barely slept."

"Yeah," I responded, smiling, "maybe it's because we set an apartment on fire and bombed a house. Or am I wrong?"

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, and I gave in then, the memory of the rape drowning in the desire as I parted my lips and let his tongue slip through and explore me.

We kissed for what felt like hours, and when he let go to let me catch my breath, he trailed more kisses across my throat and down my neck, making me gasp when he ground his hips against mine so gently.

I noticed he gazed up at me to see my reaction, and when he did it again while watching—clearly making sure I wasn't repulsed—I dropped my head back and moaned.

He smiled up at me then, and I clenched when he slipped his fingers along my shirt and then down to my leggings, gently stroking me with two fingers as I moaned softly.

"Good?" he whispered.

I nodded.

"You're so naughty." He gazed up with a smile.

I smiled back.

"What are you two doing up?" Nick said, almost making me scream when he came around the corner to examine us.

Ace pressed his finger to his mouth, silently communicating, Shhhh...

I listened.

He took his hand away and pressed his hardness to me, letting me feel him as he started grinding slightly.

"She couldn't sleep," Ace explained, looking at me while I pressed my forehead to him, stifling a moan. "What better than a little hug, right?"

He kept grinding... softly... painfully, and I clenched, wrapping my arms around him and pressing myself further to his heat as I tried not to scream.

"Awww..." he said, smirking at my gesture, "look. She likes hugs, see? You want to hold me tighter, Aspen? It's fine with me."

I grabbed his shirt in my hands, the arousal burning me like acid.

"That's cute," Nick said then, completely oblivious as to what was happening. "I didn't know she was a cuddler."

"An extreme one," Ace whispered.

"Jesus, you guys are up, too?" Miles said, coming up behind Nick. "Looks like everyone can't sleep, huh?"

"Let's get fucked up," Kylo said from the kitchen.

"Hell, yeah!" Tyce hooted.

Twenty minutes later, the lights were off in the entire house, music blasting through the walls, and everyone was dancing and screaming, drinking and humping the walls.

I was sitting on Ace's lap, once again, on the couch; mainly because the entire sofa was full of girls and guys drinking and kissing.

I watched one from the corner of my eye, thinking that Ace was passed out under me because he'd been silent, and his arms were lax when they were around me.

This girl was next to me, straddling a guy's lap as she humped him softly, both of them hungry kissing while she giggled at his lustful stare.

I didn't know them, honestly... but I felt something hot twist inside me from the denial Ace gave me earlier tonight, and it was painful.

I slowly started moving my ass forward and back, watching them curiously as my clit throbbed under my jeans.

But all the sudden, I felt something harden under me, and I looked down, finding Ace's jeans protruding outward.

I started lightly grinding him, no one particularly noticed it because they were busy with their own kissing and dry-fucking.

But Ace's hands tightened around my waist, and he lightly caught the front of my throat and pulled me back. "Knock that off," he whispered in my ear, but I was still rubbing my clit on him.

I couldn't stop.

It felt too good.

A giant crash echoed from the kitchen, and he groaned against me, hand tightening around my waist. "Aspen," he warned.

I kept going, starting to moan silently as the entire house filled with howls and screams.

He pulled my hair back and pressed his lips to my neck. "You're going to come, aren't you?"

Another crash echoed through the house, and I cried out, spasming from under him while he tensed, but everyone clearly assumed the noise was made out of surprise.

I felt his jeans dampen under my legs.

He came, too.

And he chuckled in my ear as if my orgasm amused him, lightly kissing my neck as I gasped softly before saying in a leveled voice, "What did you break?"

"Sorry, man!" a guy called.

Ace sighed, shoving me off his lap and set me back on the couch, leaving me seconds later.

I closed my eyes and leaned back.

That felt... so good.

I wanted to do it again, honestly.