I land with a bounce, the mattress dipping under my weight, and before my brain can catch up to the fact that he just manhandled me like I weigh nothing, he's crawling over me, eyes dark, andohh.
Oh, I like this.
Ace when he's shy and uncertain? Cute as fuck. Endearing.
But Ace when he's confident? When he knows what he wants and takes it?
That just makes me fucking feral.
He leans down and kisses me once, hard and claiming, his teeth catching my bottom lip, and then his mouth is moving lower. Down my jaw, my neck, my chest. He pauses to suck amark into my collarbone, right where everyone will see it, and I gasp, my hips jerking up, seeking friction that isn't there.
His mouth keeps traveling south. Over my ribs, my stomach, my lower abs. He's taking his time, licking and kissing and tasting every inch of skin like he's mapping me out for future reference.
I’m already so hard it's almost painful, leaking against my stomach, and he'sright there, his mouth inches away from my cock. But he's ignoring it completely, kissing my hipbones instead, then moving to my inner thighs.
The tease. The absolute tease.
For a second, I almost say something stupid like'You don't have to,' or'There's no pressure,' but I bite my tongue at the last second because—fuck that. Let the man explore.
And explore he does.
Without warning, he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, angles it up, and takes me into his mouth in one smooth, devastating motion.
"Fuck!" The word tears out of me, loud and graceless, as wet heat engulfs me, his mouth sliding down, down, down until the head of my cock hits the back of his throat. And he doesn't stop, doesn't gag, just opens up and takes me deeper.
My hips buck up—I can't help it, can't control it—and he takes it, doesn't pull off, just opens his throat and swallows me down like he was made for this.
"Jesus Christ," I gasp, my hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. "You sure you haven't done this before?"
He somehow manages to chuckle with his mouth full of my dick, and the vibration travels up my spine like electricity. His throat constricts around me, and I see the entire Milky Way.
He pulls back, lips dragging along my length with obscene slowness, then sinks down again, faster, before setting a rhythm that's urgent and messy and so fucking good I can barely remember my own name.
I force my eyes to stay open because Ineedto see this. Need to watch his head bob, his lips stretched around me, the way his cheeks hollow when he sucks. I want to memorize every detail: the concentration on his face, the way his hand comes up to cup my balls, rolling them gently, the way drool escapes the corner of his mouth because he's taking me so deep there's nowhere for it to go.
It's the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Nothing else even comes close.
His tongue does this swirling thing around my head, a move he definitely didn't learn from a manual, and I moan, loud and shameless, my hand tightening in his hair.
"Fuck, Ace. So good. So fucking good."
He hums in response, and the sensation shoots through me like a lightning strike, and I'm dangerously close to ending this embarrassingly fast.
I'm lost in it, drowning in pleasure, every nerve ending firing at once, when suddenly my cock slips free with an obscene, wet pop that echoes in the quiet room.
Before I can protest—and trust me, I want to fucking protest—Ace spreads my legs wider, hooks his arms under my thighs, and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, like I'm weightless.
"What are you—oh my God."
His tongue licks a long, deliberate stripe from my balls down, down, all the way down to my hole, and my entire body freezes. Every synapse misfires. Every thought evaporates.
For half a second, some distant, rational part of my brain thinks maybe this is too much, maybe he's not ready, maybe I should check in. But then Ace traces a slow, torturous circle around my rim with the tip of his tongue, and that thought vanishes like it never existed.
Because if he wants to taste me, who the fuck am I to deny him?
I spread my legs wider in invitation, practically folding myself in half, and he takes it, licking and sucking and teasing until I'm writhing against the sheets, my hands fisted in the fabric, sounds I didn't know I could make spilling out of me one after another.
Then he pushes his tongue inside me, breaching that tight ring of muscle, and I nearly levitate off the bed.
