“Well?” Ace asked, moving up slightly, propping his body over my legs as his fingers carried on working.
The penny dropped. He was asking if he could fuck me.
Oh,god.
“Oh, god, yes,” I said out loud, no longer even caring how desperate I sounded. Iwasdesperate. I wanted him, in all ways, in any way – so long as I could have him. But the thought of him fucking me, pounding me into the bed, making me beg for more…
Yes.
“Good,” Ace said, a wicked smile transforming his features and making me shudder. He crawled above me, reaching out to grab another condom from the drawer. “Because I’ve been wanting to fuck you all weekend.”
“All you had to do was ask,” I murmured, relieved that I was actually able to think clearly for a moment with his fingers gone.
Relieved – because now I could fully appreciate what was actually going to happen.
My heart pounded with anticipation as he rolled on the condom and then shimmied back down the bed, positioning himself over me. He liberally smeared himself with the lube and then applied more to my hole, making sure I was as ready as I was ever going to be.
“Now?” he asked. One thing I was beginning to appreciate about Ace was that, in bed at least, he was clear about what he wanted. He asked – or he told – whatever was on his mind. No beating around the bush, no politeness.
He was almost aggressively confident, and that turned me on more than I could say.
Ace lined himself up over me, pushing my legs forward so my hips were lifted further off the surface of the bed, and I watched him for a moment, admiring him. His body, lithe and strong and flexible, like a dancer – or like the water I so often thought of him as. The tattoos that seemed to move over his skin with every flex of his muscles, making him a living piece of art. The way he –
He pushed forward, breaching my rim and slowly filling me up, and any coherent thought I might once have had was gone forever.
I threw my arms up over my head, holding onto the edges of the pillow, needing something to grip so I could stay anchored in reality. I felt like I was going to float up off the bed. I felt like I was going to come unstuck at the seams. I felt like I was going to forget myself entirely and scream bliss so loud everyone in the state would hear it.
No – Iwasmaking a noise – a loud moan of pleasure I couldn’t stop.
Ace’s hand clamped down over my mouth, making my eyes pop open wide as he bottomed out inside of me. He breathed raggedly for a moment (in response to bottoming out? To hearing how much I enjoyed it? To the fear that someone would hear us? What?) and stared darkly down at me.
He kept his hand on my mouth as he started to move again, thrusting back and forth in a rhythmic motion, making me roll my eyes back in my head. I reached to stroke myself but he slapped my hand away. As I returned my arms to where they had been, stretched over my head, he grabbed both of my wrists with his free hand and held them there.
Held me there – restrained, gagged, all with only his hands.
I was powerless to do anything but lay there and let him fuck me so deep I felt like I was dissolving, washing away under him, every atom in my body drifting away into something else. I closed my eyes and let him be the only thing I knew, the only thing any of my senses could contain.
He was everything.
I couldn’t hold myself back. I bucked and writhed under him, trying to get free and regain control – but never trying hard enough to actually slip out of his grasp, even though I knew I could do so easily. I wanted him to control me. To contain me. I wanted him to be the only thing in my existence.
I whimpered in loss when he let go of both my hands and my mouth, my eyes snapping open to see why.
Ace looked like a god over me, all defined muscle and ink slicked with sweat, power and control. He reached for my dick between us and began to pump me in his fist at the same time as he thrust inside me, his eyes locking onto mine with darkness and depth I could barely even process.
I came with a shout I couldn’t hold back, feeling him move inside me and knowing he was doing the same.
I floated for a moment in total nothingness, before things came back to me: Ace inside me, Ace’s hand still on me, Ace above me. The bed. The room. Sticky warmth over my stomach.
Ace moved, getting off me to get rid of his condom and clean up, and I found I couldn’t so much as shift my little finger. I was where he left me. That was the only place I wanted to be.
That was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and I was having it with a guy who didn’t even want to know me next week.
Fuck, the irony was a killer.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when something wet and cold landed on my stomach. I looked up to see Ace wiping me down with a wet towel, smirking at my surprise. He threw the towel back inside the bathroom without waiting to see where it would land and then climbed up into the bed next to me, stretching out and sighing with satisfaction. He was cat-like, curling up somewhere warm instead of – I knew – really caring who he was next to.
By the time the fog cleared from my brain enough to think properly, I looked to the side (intending to say something) and found Ace already asleep. His face was smooth, with not a line or dimple anywhere to suggest he was anything but calm and peaceful.
