“No, you aren’t,” I argued, but I was just as bad. I shucked my hands under his shirt and then pushed it up. He obliged by pulling back for a second to yank it over his head, tossing it down with my towel. His cooler flesh against mine was both a shock and a source of arousal as he pressed back against me, his hands roaming freely over my sides and my ass. I moaned and put my hands on his chest, running them down his body.
This was insane. We were literally in the middle of the hallway. Anyone could walk out and see us at any time.
“Key?” I asked, already reaching a point where I could only manage a word at a time. Lack of breath and lack of oxygen to my brain cells were both becoming a problem.
“Pocket,” Ace replied, claiming my mouth with his own again without pausing, slipping one of his hands over my trunks and palming me through the material.
It was almost enough of a distraction to stop me, but I reached forward into Ace’s pockets and found the smooth, flat card of the key. I moaned into Ace’s mouth, urgent need almost overwhelming me at his touch.
“What was that?”
Ace broke away from me and looked up the hall. I’d heard it, too – the mechanical sound of one of the door locks. There was no one in sight – but for how long?
I spun away from him and quickly unlocked the door, amazed I could do it without shaking. I didn’t waste a second as I rushed inside, letting Ace grab the towel and shirt (he was the one who dropped them, after all) before following me.
He closed the door behind him. We both looked at each other, our eyes wide with the fact we’d nearly been caught.
We both chuckled, then laughed – the tension making us sound half-mad.
But when Ace stopped laughing and straightened up to look at me, I knew he was deadly serious.
And that look had me falling to my knees.
Ace
The panic that someone might have seen us had all but subsided anyway – but when Brody sank to his knees in front of me in just those tight little swim trunks, any thought of it was completely swept away. I could only drop the shirt and towel I was holding and stand there against the door as he closed the distance between us and grabbed the hem of my shorts, yanking them to the ground without ceremony.
My hard dick bounced up between us, so eager for attention that I almost cried out at the sensation of cool air on my heated length.
Brody surged up and took me into his mouth immediately, not giving me a moment to catch my breath. In a way, it was my own fault – hadn’t I also been relentless with him? The heat and warmth of his mouth had my knees weak, my hands scrambling for the door handle as something to hold onto. I slumped against the door, finally finding a shelf to one side I could brace myself against so I wasn’t risking opening the handle and falling back into the hallway totally naked.
“That was so stupid,” Brody said as he paused for a moment, making me groan and grab a fistful of his hair, pressing him back towards me. He was so eager to please that I only had to hold on for dear life, his head bobbing up and down exactly the way I wanted it to already.
He was right. It had been stupid. We could have been caught easily. And I should have thought about the fact that he wasn’t even the one who wanted to keep this on the down low. He was the one reminding me to go inside away from view, when I was the only one that cared.
I was so hot for him, it was like I momentarily lost my mind.
I threw my head back and keened before clamping a hand over my own mouth, trying to keep it in. This morning had been a complicated rush, and I still had the memory of last night fresh in my mind. I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to cum down his throat – I wanted more. I needed more.
“Brody,” I panted, using his hair to push him back and hold him there. “Bed. Now.”
He did as he was told, turning on the floor and moving the short distance to the bed on all fours, probably because it was quicker and easier than standing up between – but it made me whimper in the back of my throat and squeeze my base hard, trying not to lose it over the sight of his ass swaying from side to side.
I rushed after him as he climbed up onto the bed, ass still in the air, and grabbed the side of his trunks to pull them to his knees. He gasped at the cool air on his exposed skin, and then again even louder when I grabbed hold of him to stroke him hard and fast, reaching for the drawer in the nightstand with the other hand.
“Fuck,” Brody said, his voice coming out strangled and low. “Fuck, Ace. Fuck me.”
“Way ahead of you,” I growled low in my throat, rolling on the condom with urgent and shaking hands that could only just complete the job as fast as I wanted without tearing it. All I could think about was getting inside him – the need consumed me, filled me,wasme.
The moment I eased inside him and settled all the way home, the relief was palpable.
It was like this was everything I needed in the world and more, everything I’d been missing, and I was glad Brody was facing away from me so he couldn’t look into my eyes.
I couldn’t let him know just how deep this went for me.
Especially not after the conversation we’d just had.
“Oh, god,” Brody groaned under me, and those words prompted me into movement. I ground my hips against him before pulling back, taking my time, extracting every groan and moan I could from him, watching him lose the strength in his arms and collapse against the pillows when I found that magic spot inside of him.
