He made me feel like a teenager. Like this was my first time and I couldn’t hold myself back yet. Like what I’d said earlier was true – I was a virgin again, and he was completely in control.
“What do you want?” Ace murmured, his voice somewhere between a purr and a command. His hand worked up and down my length, both of our lengths together, making my head spin.
“I want to be inside you,” I said because I knew it was the right answer. I reached up to hold his hips, trying to claim possession of him. The true answer of my heart –I want to be with you– went unspoken.
Ace hitched himself up onto the bed, first on one knee and then the other, until he was kneeling over me. He rested on top of my thighs, his hand still working between us. “Then get me ready,” he said.
His order was an absolute command for me. I couldn’t disobey him if I wanted to. I reached forward, my hand sliding over his ass and down, finding the pucker of his hole. The lube – the lube was too far –
Ace pushed the bottle into my hand. I was so focused on each painfully delicious stroke that I hadn’t even noticed him reaching for it. I worked the lid off and squeezed the liquid onto my hand – way too much, in my haste.
I reached back for him and rubbed the lube around his hole, the low growl in his throat as I made contact spurring my dick even harder. I worked him for a moment and then slipped the tip of my finger inside. He was ready for me anyway – open and willing – but I took my time to work him, feeling him buck his hips against mine and wondering if this would be what it was like if there was a heaven.
There was a crinkle of foil and I felt him roll a condom down over me, every touch making me shudder.
“Enough,” he breathed – not dismissive, but a request for more. He lifted himself up on his knees, sitting up over me, and I knew what he needed.
It was the same thing I did.
I took my dick in one hand and guided his hips with the other. The first pop of my head through his ring was a heady buzz, and I moaned long and low as he slid home, burying me all the way inside of him.
“Ride me?” I said. Not a command – a request, because today at least, Ace was in charge. He looked at me and smirked, put a hand on the center of my chest, and pushed.
I fell back against the bed as he planted his hands on my knees, leaning back, and began to lift himself up and down on top of me.
All I could do was throw my head back and moan.
A pillow hit me in the face a moment later – a reminder not to make too much noise.
Of course. Because then everyone would know Ace’s shameful secret.
Me.
The thought tempered my arousal, pulling me back from the brink. I pressed my forearm over my mouth, tossing the pillow aside. This was good. This was an opportunity to make things last longer.
An opportunity to regain some control.
I clamped my lips shut and reached for Ace’s hips instead, grabbing onto them and flipping us – laying him down on the bed with a suddenness that made his eyes widen, then plunging back inside of him without waiting. Now he was the one slapping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out, his head arching backward and his hips coming up off the bed as I thrust into him harder and harder.
The only thing holding me back from the edge was the thought that I needed to see him roll his eyes back and spurt over his own stomach, and I wasn’t going to stop until I did.
I grabbed his hand from the bed and guided it to his own dick, wrapping his fingers firmly around it as he whimpered and panted for breath. I couldn’t spare the hand to help. I grabbed his hips again so I could thrust as hard as possible, as deep as possible, fine-tuning my angle every time he couldn’t stop himself from crying out.
I watched his hand start to fly up and down and knew from the urgency of the motion that he was close. I kept up my speed and angle, watching him writhe under me, his face tilted back. The snake on his side coiled and uncoiled, the tiger across his body seeming to pounce and run, and I gave him one last hard thrust –
And he shouted, spurts of white cum shooting up into the air and splattering down over his own stomach and chest, his breathing ragged as I quickened my pace again in response. I milked out the last of his pleasure as I let my own spiral, pushing me over the edge. The orgasm juddered through my body, whiting out everything in my consciousness until I was empty, every single last atom of my being wrung dry.
I was barely aware of my own movements as I removed the condom, tied and threw it across the room towards the bathroom light, then fell down with him on the covers of the bed.
I caught my breath tangled up against him, our limbs still intertwined. I’d somehow ended up with his shoulder pillowing my head, and for a moment it felt wonderful. Normal. Like I could wake up in some variation of this configuration every day from now on.
And then I remembered the truth – that this was limited by time, and we only had two more nights.
Thank god Olly and Keaton had decided to book a four-night stay over the weekend instead of just two. But even so…
We’d already wasted the first night. And three wasn’t even nearly enough.
Knowing that it was all going to be over so soon didn’t feel good at all. Neither did the knowledge that it was going to be over because Ace didn’t think I was good enough for him.
