Locked (PresLocke Series Book 2) (29 page)

“So,” Ace said, voice raspy, full of ramped-up lust as he dug his free hand into the pocket of his pants to pull out a square packet. “I’m not sure if this is a good time to mention it, but I want to stop using these with you,” he said as his lids lowered and he continued to palm himself.
 

Sweet Christ.
If my moaned “
Yesss
” wasn’t answer enough, the reaction my entire body gave was proof positive that the idea of Ace orgasming deep inside my body, with no barrier in the way, was an erotic invitation I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, ever deny. My eyes shut, the soles of my feet hit the mattress, and my hips jerked up, as my fingers clenched around my cock so hard the veins in my forearm popped.

“I take it you like that idea,” he said as he tossed the packet to the floor. “I’m glad to hear it, because the next time I’m inside you, you’re gonna feel me when I explode.”

Oh shit…so that
isn’t
going to be tonight?
Ace was obviously hellbent on torturing me.
 

“Tonight, however…” he said, turning away to rifle through the drawer, and when he rounded back, a light bulb went off.
 

How had I forgotten what
else
I kept in that drawer?
Oh, that’s right, he destroyed my brain cells. Chalk that up to one more thing I loved about him. The fact that he knew all of my kinks, all of my quirks, and all my secrets, and still loved me.

“I think we have time for one more
first
before we leave. Don’t you?”

And fuck me, right there in his hand, was thirteen inches of wicked-hot fun.

* * *

I’D BEEN THINKING about
this
particular moment since the first time I’d spent the night in Dylan’s bed, and consequently the first night I’d spent inside Dylan. Yep, I sure had, and before he moved out I was determined to have it.

Dylan was naked and laid out flat on his bed, with his dripping cock in his hand and eyes so full of fevered arousal I was surprised he hadn’t set his bedding on fire with how amped up he looked.

I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate with the throbbing ache of my cock pounding out an insistent beat in time with my racing heart. But God, Dylan stripped of everything was a powerful lure to that side he always referred to—
my beast
.
 

Who knew I even had that in me?
This man, apparently. The one now watching me stroke the thirteen-inch dildo like I was a hypnotist. But tonight I wanted Dylan to be the one to work his magic. He’d joked with me that first time that I shouldn’t feel intimidated by the size of the sex toy, and I’d been quick to assure him that was certainly not the case when it came to the thought of him using this thick phallus. No, quite the contrary. I was eager to see it in action. And tonight was the night.

I arched a brow as if daring him to say no, but by now I knew Dylan and his sexual proclivities well enough to know that my man liked an audience. So I tossed the toy on the bed by his hip, and then turned to grab the bottle of lube. After I shut the drawer, I walked back around to the end of the mattress where the couch sat facing the bed, shoved my pants and boxers to my ankles, and then stepped out of them before taking a seat.

Dylan moved then, getting up on an elbow to look my way. “Uh—”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what I want,” I said, arrogant as ever, knowing that also flipped Dylan’s switch. Then I wrapped my hand around my dick and gave a long pull, groaning at the sensation.

Dylan picked up the dildo and looked at it before meeting my gaze across the sizzling, sex-filled air. “You want me to use this on myself.”

The way he said it was not a question, because he knew he was spot-on, but I decided to give him an answer just the same. “Yes, Dylan. I want you to fuck yourself with it.”

When his mouth fell open, I schooled my features to blank.
Oh yeah
, Dylan’s erection, if possible, had become longer and harder with those words, and when he picked up the bottle of lube and opened it, the sound was like a gunshot ricocheting around the tense room.

I slowed my strokes as I watched him pour the cool liquid into his palm, and then he closed the lid, tossed it down, and snatched up his toy.
 

With his green eyes fixed on mine, he sat up then, with his back to the wall, and placed his feet flat on the bed. He then draped his arms over his knees, and the view he’d just given me was nothing short of fucking spectacular.
 

But the instigator wasn’t done one-upping me.
No
. Because Dylan then angled the flesh-colored cock in his right hand, and proceeded to lube that fucker up good and well with his left. Once he was done, he laid the toy by his side, let his legs splay wide, and then lowered that left hand to massage the rest of the lube over his rigid shaft, heavy balls, and finally down to that tight little hole.
 

My eyes were zeroed in on his fingers as he teased and tormented himself, slipping the pads of his fingers over that dark pucker before pushing against it gently. When a moan splintered through the otherwise silent apartment, my eyes flew up to his, and the way Dylan then caught his breath had me giving a strong pull of my own dick, because surely that meant—

Yesss.

As my eyes lowered back down, I saw that his finger had disappeared inside his body and was slipping in and out.
Shit. Shit.
That was so hot. Dylan reached down to hold his balls up and out of the way so I could see exactly what he was doing to himself as he slid in a second finger and had me groaning.

“Dylan. Fuck.”

But he didn’t respond, other than to pull his fingers out and then push them back inside, over and over again. As his hand moved faster and those fingers began to twist and spread, he began to pant and curse in the room, and I was rendered speechless at the wanton display happening only feet away from me.

It wasn’t until he pulled his fingers free entirely, and reached for the thirteen-incher, that I was aware how quiet I’d been through the exchange. Because when I tried to speak, my voice cracked.
 

Dylan looked over at me, his cheeks pink, his lips swollen from chewing them as he’d bumped over his prostate time and time again, and I tried again to speak.

“Closer.”

When he narrowed his eyes, I got to my feet, dick in hand, and then crooked a finger at him, indicating that he needed to come the fuck closer to me. With a sensual curl of his lips, Dylan moved down the bed, dildo in hand, and then placed a pillow for his head before he lay on his back and bent his legs.
 

Yeah this is perfect,
I thought, because Dylan was now so close, I could touch his bent knee.
 

* * *

NEVER
EVER
COULD I have dreamed this up. Ace was standing at the end of my bed, legs braced, milking his cock, looking down at my widespread thighs, waiting for me to pound myself with my thirteen-inch friend. Yeah,
never
. But fuck if I wasn’t up to the challenge.
 

My erection was aching, it was so hard. Any blood that had been in other parts of my body was currently all located in the steel shaft that I couldn’t quit stroking. Pre-cum had leaked all over my stomach and abdomen, and the sticky mess was helping with the glide and slide as I curled my fingers around the toy I was about to go to town on.

I licked my lips as I brought the dildo in between my legs, and I shut my eyes as I lined it up, because I knew if I watched Ace’s face while I slid the fuck stick inside of me, it was going to be all over before I could pull it out and shove it back in.

“Fuck yes,” Ace growled as I pressed the head to my entrance. “Show me how you take it. God, I’ve dreamed about this.”

That had my eyes popping open. As I slowly eased the silicone past the first ring of muscle I groaned, and then clamped my teeth into my lower lip. Ace’s eyes didn’t rise from what was going on down below. So I started up again, adding pressure to the toy, pushing it in and then pulling it back, before repeating the move and going a little deeper. As I continued the seductive push and pull of it all, I added firm tugs of my dick to the well-choreographed performance I was putting on for Ace. My breathing was all over the place as my arousal increased, and finally, when the toy was lodged inside of me, Ace’s “Stop” had me halting.

I found his gaze, and the look there should’ve frightened me, as I lay spread wide and vulnerable, but it didn’t. Instead, that raw look made me want him to tear into me. It made the hand on my cock tighten and a whimper bubble out of me, and with no other words, just that one look, Ace had me begging him.

“Please,” I said, needing his hands on me. His mouth. Whatever he wanted to give. “Finish it for me.”

Ace kneeled on the small space I’d left at the end of the bed, and then reached down between my legs and gripped the end of the toy. As he slowly pulled it from me, a shout tore from my throat, shocking the two of us with the sheer volume, but it was when he reversed the action and burrowed it back inside that I was gone.
 

My body felt as though it was floating as I lost my mind under the man driving me out of it. The muscle of my arm pumped and flexed as I continued to give myself a feverish handjob in time to the quick jabs Ace was now delivering to me. And when I felt the hot jets of Ace’s cum splash onto my chest and abs, my climax slammed into me, and I screamed the place down as I crashed from the best high I’d ever experienced.

Oh yeah,
we sure as fuck would be exiting the building with a bang.
 

25

UNLOCKED
 

“I THINK THAT’S the last of it,” Dylan said, grunting as he dropped his end of the tallboy onto the floor of my foyer.

Correction—
our
foyer. It was midmorning Saturday, and after dragging ourselves from his bed and moving the last of his furniture from his small apartment, he was officially moved in. Well, not including the stuff still sitting in his place in Florida, but he said he’d deal with that later.

Dylan’s hand went to his lower back as he straightened, and my lips twitched in amusement.

“You okay there, old man?” I asked. “Not gonna keel over, are you?”

He held up a finger in response, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out.

“A little heavy lifting and the man is down for the count—”

“A little?”

“It’s not like we had a huge house to move,” I said. “We might need to work on your stamina. I’m willing to go all night with you if that’s what it takes. Work you hard and deep.”

Dylan shot me a glare and shuffled down the hall. “Haha, you’re hilarious, asshole. It’s not the furniture; it’s the fact that I worked my
self
hard and deep for you that I’m a little worse for wear this morning. Where do you keep the aspirin?”

“That’s the drawer I know,” I said as I walked past him into the kitchen and opened the drawer by the fridge. I took out the pills, grabbed a water out of the fridge, and then set them in front of him. “Ibuprofen’s better for muscle aches. And I’m sorry, we should’ve waited—”

“No, we shouldn’t have waited until we got back here. The whole point was to give it a send-off. And boy did we. You know, I don’t even think Derek had me work some of these muscles—” He stopped and laughed when he caught the expression on my face. “I meant at the gym.”

“I’ve never heard the bed called the gym before, but…” I grumbled.

Dylan swallowed the pills, and when he’d finished off half the water bottle, he grinned. “I have to admit, this jealous side is kinda hot.”

I reached for the top of his jeans and tugged him forward, and when he was flush against me, I ground my hips against his.

“Does that feel jealous to you?” I asked.

“No…it feels amazing,” Dylan said, and wound his arms around my neck. When he winced, I frowned.

“Aww, poor babe. You really are sore, aren’t you?”

He pouted, and those delicious lips of his were more than I could resist. I took them in a hard, swift kiss as I wrapped an arm around his waist and kneaded my fingers into his lower back.
 

“Oh
God
,” he said as he pulled his mouth away. “That feels—”

I did it again, and Dylan groaned in a way that made my dick hard.
 

“Good?” I asked.

“Yesss…”

I continued to dig my fingers into his back and then ran a firm line up his spine to his neck, where I massaged the tense cords there. Dylan let his head fall back as he rolled his hips against me, and I smiled at his obvious enjoyment. He certainly knew how to relax into a moment, and the taut muscles under my fingertips definitely needed to be worked out.
 

I looked past his shoulder to the TV that was playing in the background, and as Dylan’s lips found the side of my neck, a familiar face flashed across the screen and I froze. The arms I had wrapped around Dylan tensed, and my jaw locked up like a vise as the headline popped up on the screen.

EXCLUSIVE: NEW INFORMATION ON ACE’S BOY TOY UN
LOCKED
.

But that wasn’t what had me all rigor mortis.
No,
I thought as the show cut to commercial. It was the woman whose face they’d run that headline under. The woman who was seated in some studious-looking room, with her hair straightened, perfect makeup applied, radiating an innocence she certainly hadn’t had a week ago when she’d been blackmailing me for a cool two mil. And fuck, the idea of what that bitch was about to say almost had me herding Dylan out of the kitchen and back to the U-Haul we’d just finished unpacking.

“Hey,” Dylan said as he lifted his lips from my neck to look at me. He’d probably noticed my dick had flagged and my attention was elsewhere, and considering I usually had trouble focusing on breathing when he was near, I was sure he’d picked up on my change in mood.
Fucking great.