[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
My heart races as Ace's lips meet mine once again. I'm seated on his office table, my legs hanging over the edge, and he's standing between them. His hand cradles my neck, deepening the kiss. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek, and my hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders.
As I break away from the intense kiss, I try to catch my breath, my heart racing. I can feel the heat of my shyness rising in my cheeks, and his gentle chuckle fills the air. I can't believe I'm making out with my professor. I'm brought back to reality by Ace's lips pressing against mine once again as his arm pulls me closer.
"Ace...," I manage to say, my voice a little breathless.
"Hmm?" He replies in a low, husky voice as his lips find my neck, gently sucking on my skin, which draws breathy moans from me.
"I really have to go," I insist, biting my lip.
He halts his actions and looks at me, his eyes darkened with desire. He smirks, his fingers lightly tracing my jawline.
"Do you really want to?" He teases, his gaze holding mine captive and part of me wants to stay, but duty calls.
"Yes, I have class," I reply, my voice firmer this time, and he chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to mine once again.
"You know," he murmurs. "I'm tempted to make you late,"
With that, his mouth brushes mine in a teasing touch, his teeth pulling playfully at my lower lip. My heart skips a beat at his words, and I find myself leaning in. But I take a step back, mentally shaking my head.
"As much as I'd love to stay, I can't afford to miss class," I confess, and Ace lets out a sigh, a playful pout forming on his lips.
"You're no fun," he teases, though there's a fondness in his eyes and I can't help but smile.
"Believe me, I'd love to continue this, but duty calls," I say, and he nods, his expression a mix of understanding and reluctant agreement.
"Alright, go ace that class then," he says with a peck on my lips.
As I'm still sitting on his desk, him between my legs, my heart racing, I take a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask.
"Ace," I begin, my voice a bit shaky. "Are you free tonight?"
A curious smile plays on Ace's lips as he dangerously leans in, his hands resting on each side of my thighs. His gaze briefly flickers to my lips before focusing on me.
"Why?"
Nervousness rushes through me, cheeks flushing, as he trails slow, wet kisses along my neck, drawing breathy moans.
"W-well," I stammer, my hands clenching his shirt as he sucks and nips at my skin.
"Mm-hmm," he hums, his arm settling around my waist to keep me close.
