Aced (16 page)

“Ace?” Lennon said, and he seemed to squint at me and recognition dawned. Then he nodded and let out a laugh. “Right on, man.”

“That’s an unusual name, son,” Ziggy said, and I couldn’t help but think,
Really?
 

“Thanks, I kinda like it. And sorry to interrupt, but I had to come over and meet the people talking about…what was it?” I glanced at Dylan and then back at his family. “Horny goat weed?”

Dylan groaned and dropped his forehead on my shoulder. “You started it now.”

“I’m telling you, Dr. Faukstein swears by it, and so do we,” his mom said. “Does our boy have enough stamina in bed, Ace? If either of you need some help, we highly recommend smoking it just before you—”

“Okay, thanks, Sunshine, but we don’t need help in that department. Save your stash for you and Ziggy,” Dylan said.
 

“Fine, dear, but the offer’s open. Now, Ace, where did you and Daydream meet?”

I glanced at Dylan out of the corner of my eye. It was clear that even though his brother seemed to have an inkling of who I was, his parents had no clue.
 

“We met on the set of
Insurrection 2
, actually,” I said.
 

“Oh, are you a security guard? You’ve got that big and bulky look about you.”

Dylan snorted. “He’s not a security guard. He’s—”

“Just doing the same thing as Dylan here,” I cut in.

“Listen, uh, we’ve got to go,” Dylan said. “We’ll talk more next week. And happy birthday, Lennon.”

“Ace, don’t let Daydream scare you off. You better make sure to join us again, won’t you?” his mom said.
 

I nodded and gave them a wave. “It was nice to meet you all, and happy birthday.”

Dylan leaned forward to click end on the call, then slowly turned his head to face me. “Oh God, you’re going to come up with some excuse to leave now, aren’t you?”

The cute way he scrunched up his nose made me want to tease him a little, so I shrugged and said, “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me how the hell you ended up with the name
Daydream
.”

* * *

YEAH, SOMEHOW I’D known Ace wasn’t going to let that slide. I shut my laptop and rested back against the counter. Ace’s smile was relaxed and inviting as he straightened and crossed his arms over his built chest, and the fact that he’d just willingly gotten on camera with my family, unknowing of their lack of pop culture knowledge, to introduce himself made my fool heart thump wildly.
That has to mean he likes me, right?
 

“So…Daydream, huh?” Ace asked again, and
damn
, the way he kept saying my name that way in his deep, sexy-as-sin voice had my body reacting in a way I’d never in a million years expected it to. Especially to
that
name.

“Uh huh,” I said, and shifted to stand straight when Ace took a step forward with a raised eyebrow.
 

“That’s the name you weren’t going to tell me.”

“Well, it’s kind of—”

“Different?” Ace said.

That’s one word for it.
“Yeah. I usually stick with Dylan outside of the family. You know, less questions that way.”

Ace’s tongue came out to slick his lower lip, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping down to it.
 

“I like it.”

My eyes flew up to his, and the intense way he was now watching me made me swallow back a gulp of air. “You like the name
Day
dream? And here I thought you were going to give me shit for it.”

Ace uncrossed his arms and reached out to trail his fingers down the side of my temple and along my jaw. I fought back the sigh that wanted to slip free, and then I laid my hands on the chest I’d just been admiring to steady myself.

“Yeah,” Ace said, and took another step to me. He then gently stroked his thumb over my lower lip. “Considering I have spent the last six weeks daydreaming about this mouth, and all the things I’d want to do to it, I think your name is pretty fucking perfect.”

Well, shit.
I had a really good imagination, but with Ace Locke standing in front of me, touching my mouth and looking at it like he was about to eat me for dinner, it was hard not to want to strip out of all my clothes and beg him to take a bite. As it was, his eyes were inviting a hell of a lot more than biting. That fierce look was expressing one very particular want—and I was more than willing to give it to him.

“And what exactly do you want to do to it?”

Ace slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me forward. His lips were hard as he crushed them against mine in a quick, blistering kiss, and then he raised his head and said, “Anything you’ll let me do. God, Dylan, I wanted you before I even met you. How is it possible you’re standing right here?”

My lips parted, and the moan I’d been holding back slipped free as I smoothed my palms down Ace’s front to his hips and then urged him even closer.

“Tell me what you want to do to my mouth, Ace.”

His nostrils flared slightly and his skin pulled taut as he clenched his teeth, his arousal now battling to take over any other thought spiraling through his mind.
 

“I’ve imagined sucking your lips, especially the one you had your thumb pressed against. I’ve imagined kissing them, fucking them, and—”

When he ceased talking, I shook my head and nibbled at
his
lip. “Don’t even think about stopping there. And…”

Ace looked as though he were warring with himself, probably wondering exactly how far he could go with me. But I had news for him: there was
nothing
he could say that would scare me off—

“I want to come all over them.”

And especially not that.
 

I slid my hands over his jean-clad ass and moved in so our bodies were now fully aligned. I grazed my teeth along his stubbled jaw, making my way up his neck to his ear, where I nuzzled my nose in and took in the clean, fresh scent of his aftershave. Hot damn, I was burning up. Ace had me on edge, and he’d done nothing more than kiss me and tell me some hot-as-fuck fantasies that included my mouth.
 

“I don’t know about you,” I said by his ear, as Ace’s fingers kneaded the back of my neck and his other hand moved to my ass to hold me close. “But it suddenly feels like it’s five thousand degrees in here.”

I pulled back, and when Ace let me go, I reached for the hem of my shirt and whipped it over my head, tossing it to the floor.

Ace’s eyes trailed over my body in such a deliciously slow perusal that it was all I could do to stand there and let him look. So while he was taking in all that he was seeing, I moved my hands to the waist of my jeans and unfastened the button. Ace’s mouth parted, and when I drew the zipper down and dropped the jeans to the floor, his eyes lifted to lock with mine as I stepped out of them.

“Fucking hell, Dylan.”

I tried not to overthink exactly what I was doing in that moment, because if I consciously thought about the fact that I was standing in my shithole of an apartment in front of
the
Ace Locke, my all-time dream guy, in nothing more than my skimpy Calvins, I just might pass the fuck out. As it was, Ace was now stalking me like he was about to tear the scrap of fabric off my body with his teeth, and there was no way I was going anywhere but two steps back to the mattress behind me.

“I thought you of all people would appreciate the benefits I received from being a model for the company.” When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I moved a hand down to hook my thumb into the edge of the elastic. “They gave me a ton of their products as a thank you.”

Ace reached for my wrist, stilling my hand when I would’ve shoved the fabric free. I raised my eyes to meet his, and he bared his teeth in what could only be described as a savage smile, and then shook his head. “Don’t think for one minute you are going to deprive me of peeling you out of these.”

My cock pounded at that provocative promise, and as Ace lowered to his knees in front of me, I knew whatever was about to follow was going to blow my fucking mind.
 

12

THIRTEEN-INCHER

HE IS EVEN sexier in person.
That was the first thought that ran through my head when Dylan stripped down to his briefs. The second was,
I can actually reach out and touch him.
And fuck if I wasn’t about to do just that.
 

Dylan had teased and taunted me as he’d invited my touch, and as I sank to my knees, I knew I wanted to do that—and so much more. I looked up at him from where I was,
and Jesus
, he was magnificent.
 

His legs were slightly spread, his muscled thighs had a light dusting of hair on them, and those damn white briefs were tugged down low enough on his hips that I could see the short, dark hair that would surround the cock I could see straining against the fabric. He stared down at me, and the look in his eyes was potent.
 

“Before we go any further,” he said, as he raised a hand to trace a line down my cheek. “Can I ask a favor?”

I was pretty positive that no matter what the fuck Dylan asked me right then, the answer would be yes. Instead, I licked my lips and nodded.

“Can you
please
take off your shirt?”
 

I reached for the plain white t-shirt that I was still wearing and drew it over my head, and when I dropped it on the floor beside me, Dylan cupped a hand over the erection I could see in his briefs and squeezed.

“Fuck, Ace. Your body…” Dylan’s fingers relaxed and then he flexed them again, massaging his cock only inches from my face. “Your body is a goddamn masterpiece.”

My mouth went dry as he then slipped his fingers beneath the fabric. My dick was throbbing in response to all that I was seeing, and I knew if I didn’t get my hands on him in the next few seconds I was going to lose my mind. I moved up onto my knees, hooked my fingers into the side of the fabric, and tugged the briefs down his hips to his thighs, and the sight that greeted me was something straight out of every wet dream I’d ever had of him.

Dylan’s hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, and when I peered up at him, the side of his lips curled into a seductive smile that had me looking back down to watch him stroke his fist up his thick length to the tip.
 

He held his dick out like an offering, and
fucking Christ
. My hand shot down to the insistent ache between my thighs, and for a second I worried this would all be over much sooner than I wanted it to be. Because the man in front of me working his cock to primed perfection was enough to drive me to an explosion, and God knew I didn’t want that shit to happen, especially the first time we were together.
 

I unbuttoned my pants and reached inside my briefs to pinch the head of my erection, trying to keep the rising orgasm at bay. Fuck, how was it even possible that just watching him could set me off without even touching myself? The man was more dangerous than I’d thought.

But as Dylan continued to work himself over, a bead of pre-cum appeared, and before I could stop myself, I was flicking my tongue over the head of his dick. Above me, Dylan’s breath hitched and his hand stilled at the base of his shaft, as if waiting to see what I would do next. He didn’t have to wait long, because as soon as the taste of him hit my tongue, I was ravenous and desperate for more. One hand stayed inside my boxer briefs as the other wrapped in front of the fingers Dylan had around his cock, and I took him in my mouth again, sucking and swirling my tongue around the head.
 

Dylan’s body jerked forward, and his free hand went to the side of my face.
 

“Ace.” He gasped as I moved the grip I had on his dick and took him deeper into my mouth. “That feels…
Fuck
. So good…”

His head fell back as I took greedy pulls of him, and it was a good fucking thing his fingers tightened on my neck, because I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to.
 

“That’s it,” he whispered, his eyes glazing over as he looked down to watch me devour him. Then he pulled away before guiding his cock back to rub over my lips. As my mouth parted to take him inside again, he moaned. “Suck it. Suck me, Ace.”

And didn’t that just spur me the fuck on. I wanted to swallow all of those throaty groans. I wanted him telling me what he liked and where he most wanted me. I wanted to learn every inch of this man so I could blow his fucking mind.

I could feel the shiver echoing through Dylan’s body, and then he warned, “If you don’t stop, this’ll be over before I get you in my bed.”

As much as I didn’t want to let him leave my mouth, I wanted to be inside him, fucking him to the mattress, even more.

Letting my lips slide down, I released him with a loud
pop
, and then rose to my feet. He immediately grabbed me, kissing me hard and deep, not so much in appreciation, but a begging of
more
.
 

I bit down on his bottom lip and squeezed his ass to bring him forward, grinding our erections together. “Then I guess you should get your hot-as-fuck ass on that bed,” I said, and then gave one of his rounded cheeks a hard smack.
 

A wicked smile crossed Dylan’s face as he sat down on the mattress and then scooted back to make room for me. He was so willing and open, and as I kneeled down on the bed, I felt…nervous. No, not nervous. Apprehensive. It was there, in the back of my mind, a nagging fear that I might not live up to Dylan’s expectations.
 

We hadn’t exactly had the conversation about my lack of experience, because what the fuck would I say? Yeah, I’d been out publicly as a gay man for a year, but other than the odd blowjob or the couple of unmemorable quickies I’d experienced in my thirty-three years, I hadn’t a clue what it took to drive a man out of his damn mind. And there was no way I’d settle for anything less with Dylan, no way in hell I was leaving him without a ground-shaking, toe-fucking-curling orgasm that left him reeling for days.