Aced (17 page)

But shit if that wasn’t a lot of expectation to live up to.

“Ace?” Dylan asked, his head tilting to the side. “Everything okay?”

His eyes weren’t on mine, though, and when I looked down, I realized he was staring at my clenched fists. I hadn’t even realized I’d done that, and as I unballed them and flexed my hands, I took a deep breath.
 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, getting up on his knees so we were face to face. His hand went to my thigh as he searched my expression.
 

“I just…” My words trailed off because, God, the man was fucking beautiful, and there was no way he wasn’t highly experienced, but that wasn’t the only thing on my mind. The thoughts of what I’d do to him if I could were pushing to the forefront, and what if they scared him off?

“Look at me,” Dylan said, and as my eyes met his, I felt some of the tension in my shoulders ease. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. And we can do as much or as little as you want to. There’s no pressure here.”
 

As he moved closer, the tip of his cock grazed my open jeans, and then he chuckled and reached down to palm his erection. “Okay, so maybe my dick disagrees.”

I cracked a smile at his attempt to ease the sudden tension in the room. Then Dylan’s hand lightly ran over the bulge in my pants, and he said, “Would you rather I start things off? Or would you rather not do this—”

“No, it’s not that,” I said, adamantly shaking my head. “I want to. Fuck, I want to.” As I searched those luminescent sea-green eyes, I had the feeling that I could tell him anything and there wouldn’t be any judgment.
 

Something Dylan saw as he looked at me had recognition dawning, and he nodded slowly. “Then do whatever you want to me.”
 

I froze, and when I tried to look away, Dylan caught my chin with his thumb and forefinger. His stare was insistent as he said, “I mean it. Let go with me.” Then he increased the pressure to my groin and I rocked my hips forward into his touch, and his next words were a caress on my lips. “I can take you…or we can do this slow”—his hand mimicked his words with unhurried strokes—“or maybe…just maybe, we can do it rough.” And with that final word, he squeezed me with a force that had my eyes rolling in the back of my head, but it was that bite of pain mixed with pleasure that had me pushing him onto his back with a growl. It was as if he’d known exactly what would push me, what would set me off, and what was more, he seemed to
want
it.
 

I made quick work of pulling his briefs down his body and tossing them to the ground before yanking my own pants and boxers down. I was in a frenzy now, ready to be all over him and inside him, ready to give him as much as he’d let me. I just prayed it’d be enough for him.
Please, God, let me be enough.

As I crawled up the bed and hovered over Dylan, I brought my lips down on his in a crushing kiss, and just like that, there wasn’t time to think anymore—only do.
 

I locked his hands over his head in a firm grip and relished the feel of his naked body underneath mine. Lifting up from him slightly, I aligned our cocks, and the sweet slide of them rubbing together had Dylan cursing.

“Damn tease,” he said, raising his hips to press more firmly against me, and I ground down on him in response.
 

“But fuck, you feel so good. My very own
Daydream
,” I teased as I reached between us and gripped our erections in one hand, jerking us off together as the sound of our panting combined to make the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. That. That right there was what I needed from the man beneath me. Leaving him breathless and aching for more, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to come right then. As it was my hand was already wet from arousal, both his and mine, and I had to slow my movement and lean down to press my mouth against his to try to regain control.
 

Dylan craned his head up to meet me halfway, and when his lips parted, allowing my tongue the deep slide I craved, a rumble vibrated up my throat. Wet and slick, the heated inside of his mouth reminded me of how it had felt when I’d slid my cock between his delicious lips, and as the memory flashed into my mind, I punched my hips forward and groaned at the way my dick rubbed against his.
 

“Ace. Jesus…” he said, tearing his mouth free. Dylan’s chest rose and fell with every labored breath he took, and when his eyes met mine, I noticed how dark they’d become. He then bit his lower lip and tilted his head to the side. “Top drawer. Lube and condoms.”

I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my lips to his ear then and nipping at the lobe. “Condoms as in plural?”

He faced me and pressed a kiss to my chin as I continued to hold him captive. “A brand-new box, hotshot.”

My fingers flexed around his wrists and Dylan’s lids lowered to half-mast as he said in a silky tone, “I promise. I’m not going anyfuckingwhere.” And again, I was stunned by just how well this man could read me.
 

I released my hold of his wrists, and the firm grip I had of our cocks, and then made a move to leave. But before I got very far, Dylan came up off the bed and took each side of my face in his hands and kissed me hard.
 

When he let me go and flopped back down on the mattress, he flashed a sinful smile at me that had his dimples appearing. He then stretched his hands over his head and spread his legs wide. His erection was stiff and glistening from the sticky evidence of our lust, and I was momentarily paralyzed in the face of the erotic picture he made.

“I’ll wait right here,” Dylan said, and I immediately reached for my own cock, sliding my hand up and down the pounding length as I continued to stare at every inch of Dylan’s gorgeous body, which he was proudly displaying for me.
 

“But don’t be too long. I want that,” he said, and lowered his eyes to the dick I was stroking. “Inside me.”

Yeah, I hadn’t been wrong. Dylan was hazardous to my health. Because right then, my heart felt as though it were about to stop, and even
that
wasn’t going to keep me from getting my cock inside that willing and eager body of his.

* * *

IN ALL OF my wildest sex fantasies, never in a million years would I have been able to conjure up the masculine perfection that was Ace’s naked behind. Not just his ass, but his
entire
behind.
 

From his broad shoulders to the muscles of his back, which bunched as he moved, to his trim waist, tight, round ass, and thickly muscled legs, Ace looked just as phenomenal going as he did coming.
Okay, so maybe not coming,
I thought, as I gripped the top of the mattress above my head a little harder. Because the guy looked spectacular when he came.
 

He was currently standing at the tallboy in the corner of the small space, rifling through the top drawer. I probably should’ve been embarrassed by the porn, lube, condoms, and dildo I kept in there, but when he picked up my faithful thirteen-incher and looked over his shoulder at me, I couldn’t help but wink at him. “Try not to feel too intimidated.”

He let his gaze run over the length of my exposed body then said, “I’m not. I was actually imagining you using this.”

I bit down on my lower lip as Ace once again examined the flesh-colored phallus he was holding. “Well, I don’t just have it for decoration.”

When the side of his lips quirked, my dick twitched.
 

“I think you misunderstood me,” he said, and then trailed his fingers over the silicone. “I meant…I was imagining you using this in
front
of me.”
 

Oh fuck.
I swallowed and released a hand from the mattress to reach down and circle the base of my cock. When Ace saw what I was doing, he nodded slowly. “That thought appeals to you?”

More than I’d ever imagined.
Damn
. The idea of fucking myself as Ace watched was almost sinful. I bent my legs, placing my feet flat on the bed, and managed to tell him, “Yes.”
 

Ace let out an indistinguishable sound, turned back to the tallboy, and dumped the dildo back inside. He then snatched up the lube and condoms, slammed the drawer shut, and headed back to the side of the bed.
 

I let the heel of the leg closest to him slide over the sheets as I flattened it to give him an unfettered view of me working my length.

“Damn, Dylan.”

I dug the fingers of my opposite hand into the mattress when Ace placed a knee on the bed and stalked me on hands and knees until he was resituating himself with one huge thigh between my legs and his hands on either side of my body.
 

“I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind,” he said.

I dug my heel into the bed and curved my body up, wedging my thigh between his and adding a delicious pressure to his straining cock and heavy balls, and Ace rolled his hips over my thigh, leaving a sticky trail over the hair of my leg.
 

“Not losing your mind,” I said, and moved my hips in the same erotic move as before. “But I might if you don’t put something inside of me real soon.”

Ace cursed and lowered his head to my ear, and in a gruff voice ordered, “Put your other hand up over your head. Now.”

Oh God.
I was so fucking turned on I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I lost control of my body. But I did as I was told, and released my erection to take a hold of the mattress above my head.
 

The way Ace’s lips parted and he sucked in a shaky breath let me know he was having the same problem in that instant. How to stay in control, when in reality I wanted him to be anything but—and I wanted him to know that.

“Ace?”

His jaw bunched and his fingers flexed in the sheet by my head, and though I’d specifically told him he could do what he wanted, I had a feeling he was still hesitating, was still inside his head—and that just wouldn’t do.
 

“Yeah?”
 

I wrapped a leg over his waist and used it to shove up flush against him. “Grab the lube and get your fingers inside me before I come all over the two of us from staring at your sexy mouth.”

An untamed kind of smile curled Ace’s lip, and the light in his eyes then made me catch my breath.
Oh hell.
That look was intense. It was as if I’d just thrown gasoline on an open flame.

“Oh yeah, Dylan. Please boss me around,” he drawled as he moved back onto his knees. “It’ll make it that much more fun when I’m teaching you a hard
fucking
lesson.”

My mouth parted in shock at that, but damn if it didn’t make my cock drip even more. Then Ace reached for the bottle by our bodies and deftly unsnapped it. I bent my legs on either side of him as he poured the cool liquid along my cock and balls, and I could feel it sliding down all the grooves and lines of my body, and when he took a condom from the box and brought the square to his mouth to tear it open, a shiver then racked me. I watched Ace roll it along his thick length, and when he was done and pouring more lube into the palm of his hand, I had to swallow back a frustrated cry.

Christ
, my heart was going to give out at this rate. Watching Ace Locke sheathe his dick and lube his fingers to use on me was just about the hottest thing I could’ve ever imagined.
 

“Now,” he said, and hooked a huge arm under my left knee, pushing it toward me slightly. “What
exactly
were your instructions to me? Hmm…”
 

I wasn’t sure where the hesitant man from a few seconds ago had gone. But the confident fucker now running his slippery fingers down the sensitive underside of my shaft was not him.

“You wanted my fingers inside you, yes?”

I let go of the mattress, about to reach down and clamp a hand around the base of my cock, but the piercing look Ace aimed at me pinned me in place.

“Is that
right
, Dylan?”

With my legs scissored apart and his hand now gently manipulating the tight sac scrunched up to my body, I could barely think, let alone speak. So I settled on nodding.
 

“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” he said, and leisurely followed the slippery-wet path the lube had made down the crack of my ass to
—ahh, fuck yes
—exactly where I wanted him. Then Ace pushed the tip of one finger against my hole and I clamped my teeth into my lower lip. His eyes lowered to what he was doing, and as the pressure against my back passage increased, he touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip in concentration.

So slowly that I thought I might die, Ace slid his first finger inside me. I moaned at the sensation, and the sound caused Ace to look up at my face. I could feel a bead of perspiration falling down my temple into my hair, and as he withdrew his finger and slid it back in, I used my foot to propel my hips up and closer to that teasing hand.

“Fuck yes. Take it, Dylan,” he said. “Take it the way you want it.”

I bucked up, and the tension in my arms as I gripped that fucking mattress, as though it were a matter of life and death, let me know that come tomorrow morning my arms were gonna hurt like a son of a bitch—but by God, it would be worth it.

When the tip of two fingers probed my entry, my breath left me, and Ace tunneled them inside.
 

“You’re really tight,” he said as he continued to twist and spread his fingers, grazing over my prostate every now and…
yeah
, fucking again. “Are you sure I’m not going to hur—”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m fucking positive you aren’t going to hurt me. I want it.” I moaned at this stage over the fact that I was begging for it.

Ace withdrew his long digits from inside me, and his entire body looked taut as a tripwire. One wrong—or in this case, right—move, and he was about to explode.

“Roll over and get on your hands and knees,” he said, after he lowered my leg to the bed.

I didn’t wait around for a second order. I let go of the mattress, rolled over, and got up on my hands and knees. As soon as I was in position, I felt the bed dip and then Ace’s large hands were on my bare hips, one palm smoothing over my ass before he swatted it, hard enough to fucking smart.