At least for this short walk, I could pretend.
All too soon we hit single file for the hallway, and the illusion was gone. I stared at the back of his head instead, his long hair swept into a tiny ponytail for dinner, feeling like my need was going to bore a hole in his skull.
I was acting like a kid. Anyone who saw me looking at him like that would immediately be able to guess how I felt.
Thankfully, I was still that same person that most of the group didn’t pay any attention to.
Ace got to the door first and unlocked it, turning to glance down the corridor. He lifted his hand to someone behind us and called out, “See you tomorrow, man!”
“See you later!” Cade called back.
By the time I’d finished looking over my shoulder to see Cade and Aiden going into their room, Ace had already stepped through our doorway, disappearing from in front of me. I hurried after him and closed the door, looking at the solid wood for a moment as I thought about what to do. What to say. I steeled myself to saysomething.
I turned around -
And Ace was on me immediately, pushing me back against the door with a thump and attacking my mouth with his own. Whatever words I had thought of were stifled against his lips, coming out as only a low groan of surprise. It only took a second before my hands went to his hips like I couldn’t control myself. He pressed himself against me and deepened our kiss, and it was only a second after feeling the hard, hot rod of him pushing against my thigh that I realized I was already hard, too.
Ace reached up and pulled at the sides of my leather jacket, yanking it over my shoulders. I lifted my back from the door for a second so he could get it out from behind me and toss it to the side. A second later he slammed me back against the door again, so forcefully I almost bit my tongue in shock.
What was this new side of him? He’d been eager before, but…
Now he seemed… dominant.
I gasped out loud as he moved his mouth to my neck, nipping at my skin – not hard enough to break it – then made quick work of the buttons on my shirt to yank the fabric out of his way. He pushed the collar aside and nipped down my shoulder, sucking at my collarbone with a viciousness that made me yelp. I knew even before he pulled away that I would have a bruise there tomorrow, a hickey hidden under my clothes.
My head was spinning. I didn’t get him at all. He was embarrassed to be seen with me – but now he wanted to mark me?
What was going on inside his head?
“Come on,” Ace panted, tugging at my arms to pull me back towards the bed. I went with him like a lamb to the slaughter, so confused and so hard for him that I had no choice but to follow where he led. He pulled his own shirt up and over his head in one swift motion, discarding it as we went. In the dim glow of the hotel bathroom light – the only light that had been left on, since he hadn’t even reached for the switch when we came in – the ink that spilled over onto his back swelled and receded under the motion of his muscles.
He kicked off his slacks and turned to face me at the side of the bed, his gaze raking over me disapprovingly. I realized I was still fully dressed, more or less, and fumbled to let my shirt drop to the ground. Before I could even finish, Ace surged forward impatiently and tackled my belt buckle, almost pushing me back a step with his force.
The subtle movement of the fabric of my pants over my aching dick was almost unbearable, but the suddenness of the cool air and Ace’s hot palm as he thrust my underwear out of the way was even more so. I grit my teeth to stop myself falling over the edge too soon, but a second later I found myself crying out and then slapping my palm over my face to keep the sound in. Ace had fallen to his knees and taken me into his mouth without warning.
If I hadn’t just sat opposite him watching him eat a full meal, I would think he was a starving man.
I cried out again, muffled this time by my own fist, and reached down to grab his shoulder. “Ace,” I gasped hoarsely. “Sl-slow down. If you don’t stop, I’m…”
Ace sat back with a pop, letting my dick slip out of his mouth in a way that just made thingsworse, not better. “Then cum,” he said, his voice so wanton it made me whimper. “We have all night.”
“Fuck,” I whispered, reaching out to steady myself against the wall as Ace started to suck my dick again like it was an Olympic sport and he wanted gold.
I was already almost out of my mind, between the wet warmth of his mouth and the rasp of his tongue with every bob of his head, when I felt his fingers grab a handful of my ass – then walk their way over to my hole, stroking my rim as if making a promise.
I came with a shout, unable to stop myself at all, feeling like Ace was draining the life out of me – and I would gladly give him every single drop.
Ace sat back on his heels. In the light from the bathroom, I could easily make out the expression on his face. All self-satisfied smugness. When he saw me looking at him, he wiped the corner of his mouth and then licked his finger, as if he wanted to drive me even more wild.
I took a shuddering breath and sat down on the side of the bed, needing oxygen more desperately than I ever had in my life.
Ace stood and I watched him shuck his own underwear down his hips. His dick was standing tall and swaying, and he grabbed it as I watched. He made eye contact with me and watched my gaze drop again before he started to stroke himself slowly, up and down. My brain was in a haze of afterglow and confusion, need and want and yet this shame that he didn’t really want me back, and in the weird low light of the room the tattoos on his body almost seemed alive. I almost expected the snake (with its head not far above the motion of his hand) to suddenly snap out and bite me.
Getting bitten with venom – that was what this felt like. I was being used, getting hurt – and yet the hormones were making it feel so good I didn’t even care.
“Ace,” I breathed, reaching forward for him. I couldn’t resist him. I was drawn to him like an insect flying right into a venus flytrap. He moved between my legs with a lascivious smirk, standing so close to me that his hand almost brushed my stomach as it moved up and down. There was a bead of precum on his head. I leaned down and licked it away, the burst of saltiness across my tongue doing nothing to break me out of the spell I was under.
His hand dove down and wrapped around my own dick, encasing it against his own, and I realized I was already getting hard again.
