Locked (PresLocke Series Book 2) (12 page)

As he waited to see what I would do, I tried to clear my mind of anything other than the man beside me, daring to make me feel good. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the seat and pushed his hand back down under my briefs. When his finger circled the head of my cock and then slicked the pre-cum down my length, I swallowed the groan that wanted to break free. He curled his hand around me again, gripping the base of my dick, and slowly—torturously—began to move up.
 

When his fist stroked back down and tightened at the root of my cock, my eyes flew open and I gritted my teeth. Ace’s lips curled into a smug smile of someone who knew he held all the power in the exchange going on, and while he was making me crazy, the fact that he felt this kind of freedom around me made me really fucking excited.
 

Was it really only weeks ago that I wasn’t even allowed to be seen
in
a car with him? And now here we were—
Oh God…

“Problem, Daydream?”

The raspy sound of my name had me reaching for his face, and when I held his cheek in my hand, I searched his eyes for any kind of resistance, any kind of message that I shouldn’t do what I knew would be clearly written all over my expression. When I got nothing but another firm pull of my dick, that was it: this teasing fucker was mine.

I ran my hand to the back of his neck and tugged him forward so I could crush our lips together. The pressure around my shaft increased as I speared my tongue between Ace’s lips and tangled it with his, and as he began to really work me, I couldn’t have kept my hips still if my life depended on it.

I slid my fingers up the back of his neck and over his short hair until I was cradling the back of his head, holding him where I wanted him.
Hot damn.
I wanted to turn to Ace, crawl on his lap, and fuck the fist pumping me. But no matter how much money Ace paid the driver of this car, there was a difference between him seeing us kissing in his rearview mirror and seeing me sitting astride Ace.

I tore my lips from Ace’s and snaked a hand down to halt his fingers. As my breathing came in heaving pants, I rested my forehead to his and shut my eyes. If I didn’t calm down, I was going to shoot all over his palm in the back of this damn car, and when we neared Ace’s gated community I was coherent enough to know that wasn’t how I wanted this to end.

“Ace, you need to…” I tried to push him back from me as I saw several flashes going off, but he was nuzzling in against my temple with his arm across my hips and I wasn’t about to shove him off me if he didn’t want to go.
 

“Relax,” he said, and I caught my breath and moved my head so I could rub my temple to his. The move was both affectionate and incredibly intimate considering where his hand was, and with a quick glance out the window I noticed several random flashes going off as the car drove past and knew they’d get nothing in the darkness of night as we sat behind tinted windows.

“But there are cameras just outside,” I said. “And I really would rather come with your cock inside me. Think you can wait the two minutes it’s gonna take to pull into your driveway and get inside your front door, hotshot?”
 

Ace released my aching flesh and drew his hand out of my pants, and when he brushed his sticky, wet thumb over my lip in a dirty caress, I sucked and he growled.

“Two minutes,” he warned. “I’m holding you to that.” And as the car came to a halt in front of his house, he said, “Zip up, but don’t button up. It’ll just be a waste of fucking time.”

Oh yeah
,
who in their right mind would ever disobey that command?
Certainly not I.
 

11

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

AFTER THE DRIVER left, I turned to see Dylan standing on the front porch leaning against the wall waiting on me. His shirt was untucked and hanging out over his pants and he had a look on his face that screamed one thing—sex.
 

I reached down to adjust my erection before I headed in his direction, and tried to calm the arousal that was clawing at me. Ever since Alejandro had looked over at the two of us, and the car ride back here, I’d been battling the urge to strip Dylan of his clothes and get my mouth around him or my cock inside him, and it was going to be a miracle if I got him up the stairs to my bedroom before I attacked.

As I walked over to where he stood, his eyes traveled down my shirt and pants, which only made it harder for me to walk, because when he finally brought his gaze back to mine and our eyes clashed, I knew he was feeling it. The tension, the electricity crackling between us, was so tangible it was a wonder the air didn’t spark and sizzle when we were within touching distance.

“You could’ve let yourself in. You have a key and the code,” I reminded him as I brought my own key out and inserted it in the lock.
 

Dylan ran his tongue over his top teeth as his eyelids lowered to half-mast, and the light overhead showed the red tinge on his cheeks as he pushed off the door and took a step up beside me so the entire front of his body was grazing against my arm, hand, and leg.

“But then I would’ve missed out on this,” he said, and leaned in to press a kiss to my jaw.
 

“If you don’t fucking stop—”

“Then what?” he whispered, and then sank his teeth into my jaw as I twisted the key, shoved the door open, and disarmed the alarm. I turned and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hauling him in close as I walked him backward over the threshold.
 

“You’re really asking for it,” I said, and Dylan aimed a smile at me that let me know he knew exactly what he was doing. I kicked the front door shut as my eyes scanned the foyer, searching for the best place to— “
Dylan…
” I said as he slipped a hand down to palm me through my pants.

“I thought you said two minutes. You better hurry if you plan to hold true to
that
promise, Locke…”

As he let go of me and started to move away, I released his shirt. He winked at me and turned to head toward the stairs. I followed but then had a better idea, and snagged his wrist between my fingers, hauling the smartass back to me.
 

“Two minutes, you say?” I asked.

As Dylan’s eyes narrowed on me, I muscled him backward past the sweeping staircase and around the side. When we reached exactly where I wanted him, I let loose a savage smile, spun him around, and placed my lips by his ear. Then I whispered, “I believe if we do this right here, I’ll have seconds to spare. Hands on the banister, Dylan, I’m about to make your knees give the fuck out.”

* * *
 

FUCK, THERE WAS nothing hotter than Ace Locke making sexual demands. The fantasy I’d always had of him was nothing compared to the reality of the man behind me, and I marveled in that moment at how my life had changed. As much as I wanted to turn back around to face Ace so I could watch every dirty thing he planned to do to me, I wanted to please him even more, so I reached up and took a hold of the banister that lined the stairs.

“You planning to strip-search me now, Locke?” I said, and widened my stance.
 

“Not even close.”
 

Ace pressed himself up against my backside, his hands unzipping my pants again, and then he stroked his palm along my rock-hard length. As I moaned, his thick erection ground against my ass cheeks, and I cursed that I hadn’t shoved one of those lubed condoms in my pocket before we’d left. Now that we’d started, there was no way I wanted to stop.
Fuck
.
 

“Something wrong?” Ace asked, as he dipped his hand below the elastic of my boxer briefs for the second time tonight. But when he didn’t reach for my cock, waiting instead for my answer, I gritted my teeth.

“Swear to God, if you don’t let me come in the next minute and a half…”

Without warning, Ace shoved my pants and briefs down my hips in one smooth move, leaving them just under my ass, and then I heard a zipper and the rip of a foil packet.
 

“You’ll what?”

Yeah, genius, whatcha gonna do?
Hell if I knew, but the threat had sounded good at the time. I was racking my brain trying to think of something to dish out to the arrogant man behind me, but before I could formulate anything, Ace’s large palms were on my bare hips, his fingers spread, as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.

Ace hummed, and the guttural sound vibrated along my spine to my balls, drawing them up to my body, taut and tense, as he smoothed one of his hands over my ass cheek.

“That’s what I thought,” he said as his thumb flirted with the top of my crack. “You want this just as badly as I do, and if I want you to wait for thirty minutes…” Ace whispered as his lips caressed over the shell of my ear. “Then you’ll stand here and wait for thirty fucking minutes.”

Okay…shit. I’m gonna lose it. I’m gonna goddamn lose it if he doesn’t stop talking like—
“Oh hell, Ace.” I moaned when he licked a path up my neck and then placed his left hand over mine where I was white knuckling the banister. I could feel his covered cock grinding against my ass as he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Luckily for you,” he said, “thirty minutes is about thirty too long. God, Dylan, I need to get inside you.”

“Yesss…” I said, and Ace brought the hand he had resting on my hip up to my mouth and touched a finger to my lower lip. “Suck.”

Sweet fuck
. I wasn’t sure how he expected me to survive much more of this, but I knew the only way I was going to get what I wanted was if I did what I was told. I’d barely parted my lips when Ace slipped his pointer finger inside along my tongue. A rumbly groan emerged from the man tormenting me as I swirled my tongue around his long digit, and the hand he had curled around mine on the rail above tightened and his hips jutted forward against me.
 

As I continued to suck on him, he pushed it in and out of my mouth as though fucking it, and then added his middle finger to the mix.
 

“There you go, Dylan. Get ’em good and wet. Need you ready and stretched before I…” He paused to drag his dick along my crack, and I heard a whimper slip free of me as I shoved back against him, craving the feel of his hot flesh against mine. “Before I unleash on you.”

Shit, is he kidding right now?
How was I supposed to think or control myself when he was hellbent on destroying any semblance of composure I possessed? I was beyond anything rational at this stage; all I could do was hope to survive because when Ace got like this…when he really let go and was running on raw desire, he was a force to behold. All of that strength, and all of that pent-up emotion, made for a combustible coupling that never failed to leave me close to paralytic, and I
loved
being the one he let loose on.
 

Ace removed his fingers from between my lips, and when I felt the wet tips of them down between the cheeks of my ass, slicking a path to my pucker, I clamped my teeth into my lower lip.

“No, don’t do that,” Ace said as he massaged the pads of his fingers over my tight hole. “Don’t deny me the pleasure of hearing how much you enjoy what I’m doing to you.”
 

As the word
you
left his lips, he pushed the tip of his finger inside me and I groaned.
 

“Yeah, Dylan…fuck yes, just like that,” he said as he tunneled his finger in deeper, and then he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “I want to hear the catch in your breath when I sink inside you. And I want to hear you shout the roof off my fucking house when I take you so hard you collapse and I have to carry you up these goddamn stairs.”

“
Ahh
, Ace…” I managed as he thrust two fingers inside me, and bit down on my earlobe.

“Tonight, you’re mine. Your frustration,” he said, dragging his fingers free so I cried out, begging for him to fill me again—and he did. “Your orgasm. Your pleasure. And your shouts of need,” he told me, punctuating each desire with a jab of his fingers before he removed them to grip my hip and the wide head of his covered cock pressed against my hole. “Tonight, all of it is
mine
, Dylan
.
”

Hell if he wasn’t spot-on with that, because in that second I would’ve given my last breath to have him inside me. Luckily, my last breath wasn’t needed, just one word.
“Yesss.”
 

* * *
 

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN STEPPING inside my house and getting Dylan up against my staircase, I’d lost my mind. Because something about seeing him standing there with his arms raised, his fingers around the wrought iron swirls of my banister, and his black pants shoved down under his ass had brought to the surface a side of myself I was still becoming acquainted with. The side that Dylan had given me permission to let loose on him but I was still learning to accept. Most of the time I was able to temper it somewhat, rein it in a little. But there were other times, like that night at Syn and right now, when I felt as though I was looking through a red haze of lust.

My cock throbbed as it sat poised at Dylan’s tight entrance, and the moans that escaped him each time I pushed against that delicious pucker made me tease him more and more. I couldn’t explain why hearing his frustration ramped this up, but fuck did it ever. I could see his tense shoulders under his shirt and the way his fingers were flexing every time I rocked gently back and forth, and finally when it appeared he’d had enough, Dylan’s head whipped around and his fiery eyes caught mine and I knew he was right there with me.
 

Red haze.
 

Lust.
 

That was what I’d been waiting for. I secured my grip over his on the iron above him and dug my fingers into his hip, and without a word I thrust forward and sank my cock inside the most perfect place it had ever been. Dylan’s gorgeous ass.

The shout that ripped free of him was monumentally satisfying as he used the banister to haul himself upright and bow back into me, and I staggered forward, my front slamming into his back as my dick filled him. I was lodged so deep that I couldn’t see between our bodies. As we each stood there, our loud panting breaths were the only sounds that could be heard echoing in the cavernous space. The fact that we were as close as two people could possibly be, intimately connected, and yet still both fully clothed, was so unbelievably arousing that I had to shut my eyes for a second and compose myself. I felt like a beast was clawing at me, trying to escape and go wild on the one that was under him, and when Dylan demanded, “Fucking do it,” and let go of one of the rails to grab a hold of his cock, I was done for.