Aced (31 page)

As the man stopped in front of a door that I knew had to be our final destination, Ace rubbed his thumb against mine and looked back at me. The predatory look in his eyes sent a shot of lust straight down to my cock, and I hoped to God the feeling I was getting about this place was right on. Because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep my hands off him for much longer.
 

Nothing, though, and I do mean nothing, could’ve prepared me for what happened when that door went wide and we were ushered through.
 

Oh my fucking…

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe, even though my mouth had fallen open at the provocative exhibitions happening all around us. It was a sea of sin, masked men and women in various stages of undress intermingled across the vast space, coupled in dark corners, displayed on raised circular platforms, pushed up against the walls. Red curtains billowed in a nonexistent breeze, and behind them, dark shadows touched and lingered, tongued and fucked.

Ace began to lead us farther into the room, and the deeper we went, the wider my eyes popped. Never had I expected something like this, not even in my wildest imaginings, and the fact that it was Ace who brought me here? To… Hell, I didn’t even know where we were. But it was more than apparent that the lives of the rich and famous were so full of secrets that if word got out about their dirty deeds, it would set the world on fire.

How does this even exist?
And, more importantly, how the fuck was Ace okay with being here? I mean, I’d been in the back room of a handful of clubs in my lifetime, so I was no prude, but the man next to me wasn’t just anyone, and I knew for a fact this wasn’t the kind of place he’d ever been, even though the strong, confident set of his shoulders tried to tell me otherwise.
 

I pulled back on his hand, and when Ace turned to face me, I was struck by the arousal in his eyes.
Oh fuck.
Ace was turned on, and I wondered which part specifically had set him off. But his expression quickly turned to one of concern when he looked at me.
 

Before he could say anything, I quickly said, “How is this okay? I mean…yeah, the mask and the lighting help, but…what if someone sees you here? Sees us?”

He put a calming hand on my arm and leaned in to my ear. “This room is full of people with everything to lose if it got out they were here. It’s a safe space to live out your fantasies…and since you mentioned you’d like to be watched…”

As he pulled away to look at me, the full force of what he was saying slapped me in the face.
 

He’d done this for me. It was all for me. I could only stand there, stunned, as I thought back to the conversation we’d had about fantasies. And, yeah, the opportunity had presented itself to fuck against his car in the middle of a desert, as was
his
fantasy, but that had just been a coincidence, not a planned event.
 

This…this was a well thought out plan, and yeah, he could spout off about people keeping quiet and privacy agreements and whatnot, but the fact was that this was a huge fucking deal, and he’d done it…for me. Put himself at potential risk…for me.

Holy…shit.
 

And as I focused on the man before me, who was watching me just as intently, the rest of the world went quiet until there was only him, only me, only us, and when I reached for him, he met me halfway.

Ace’s lips parted the second mine brushed over the top of his, and the thrill of being able to kiss him in a somewhat public atmosphere made the blood rush around my head. My hands went to his face, holding him exactly where I wanted him, and when Ace slid
his
hands to my ass, I moaned. His tongue was in my mouth, his body aligned with mine, and it was obvious from the way his cock had hardened that he was just as excited about this newfound freedom as I was. Then one of his hands was at the base of my spine before he smoothed it up my back to my neck, where his strong fingers slipped beneath my collar and massaged the skin there.

“
God
, Dylan,” he said against the corner of my mouth.
 

My breathing was coming a little harder now as he continued to knead the cords of my neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from biting at his lower lip. His eyes flared and I ran one of my hands down his chest between us to the buckle of his pants. I knew he was waiting for my final consent, and as my fingers dipped down lower to massage the erection I now felt against my palm, I nodded.

“Why don’t we…take a look around?”

* * *

THIS IS INTENSE.
The heel of Dylan’s hand was rubbing up and down my aching dick, and that, coupled with the lust smoldering in his eyes as he waited for my answer, had me reaching for the hand he still had against my cheek.

“Come with me,” I told him, and linked our fingers.
 

As we headed through the muted room past a naked woman on her back and buckled down at the wrists and ankles with her man kneeling between her thighs, I glanced over my shoulder to see if Dylan’s eyes widened. Then I had a horrible thought:
What if he’s turned off seeing a naked woman?

“Fuck,” he said, as he came to a stop. When I caught his eye, he quickly glanced back at the woman. “That’s…that’s fucking hot.”

Or maybe not.
“That turns you on?”

“Well, no. I mean, obviously it would be even better if it was two guys. But the idea of it. Hell yes. She’s just all out there for everyone to see. Everyone in here knows how much he wants her. How he’s
worshiping
her…” Dylan reached down and rearranged his erection as he looked back at me, desire stamped all over his flushed cheeks.
 

How I managed not to shove him up against the wall right then, I had no idea. But I was on a mission, and I knew that somewhere in here, in one of the dark corners, maybe behind one of the swirling silk curtains, I would find what I was looking for.

I tugged on his hand and told him to, “Hold on to that thought,” and the way Dylan sank his teeth into his lower lip had me turning on my heel and leading him deeper inside the club determined to find—
 

Ahh, jackpot.

Just as I’d suspected, what I was looking for was taking place over in a shadowed corner, but there was no mistaking what was going on as I maneuvered Dylan to step in behind a curtain, closer to the couple from the silhouette that had caught and held my attention.
 

There were several different couples behind this particular swath of red silk. They were all in various positions and places. One woman was straddled over a naked man’s lap dressed in an office getup, including the pinstripe skirt, which was hiked up around her thighs, the thin black mask, and in a messy bun on top of her head she even had a pencil lodged in place. Another man and woman were busy undoing buttons and tearing clothes off one another as he pinned her up against the wall. There were a few other people entering the area and leaving, but the couple I was interested in were standing over in the flickering lights that seemed to be throbbing with the heavy thrum of the music.
 

Yes, they are perfect.
I tightened my grip on Dylan’s fingers and scanned the area, and as if I’d orchestrated this precise moment I saw two women who’d been heavily making out vacate a rounded platform a little off center to the space we had entered. They were obviously moving to a different locale to continue, but for what I had in mind, this was going to be mine and Dylan’s final stop for the night.

I directed Dylan over to the empty space, and when we stopped beside it, I saw him look around the two of us and take in our surroundings. The second he noticed the couple I had situated us opposite of, his eyes found mine, and the look in them was scorching.
 

Oh yeah, that strokes Dylan’s fuck stick.

“Turn around,” I said, and when his mouth parted as though he were about to speak, I placed my finger on his lips. “Do you want to leave?”

Dylan shook his head.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

One of Dylan’s eyebrows rose as he looked down his body, and I followed suit to see the hard length of him straining against his pants.

“Besides in the obvious way.”

When he shook his head again, I drew my finger along his lower lip and said, “In that case, turn around…and watch.”

Dylan sucked in a breath and then did as he was told, which made my cock pound even harder than it already was. As soon as Dylan’s back was facing me, I put my hands on his hips and tugged him back a step so his tight ass was now cradling the ache he’d just caused.

“You see them?” I asked right by his ear as my fingers dug into the expensive material of Dylan’s pants.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I said, as my focus shifted in the direction I had Dylan looking. There, pressed up against one of the walls, were two men. One with his back against the solid surface and the other plastered to his front. I ran a palm across the top of one of Dylan’s thighs to the hard-on he was sporting, and when I curled my fingers around him, I heard him exhale. “Keep your eyes on them while I get you”—I paused and squeezed my fingers around him, causing a groan to escape his throat—“ready.”

Dylan brought his hands up and twined them around my neck while I continued to massage him, as I too watched the scene playing out before us.
 

The man pressed up against the wall had a slightly smaller build to the one pinning him there. He had on black pants and a white dress shirt, and his arms were wrapped around the one grinding against him like he was already deep inside him. The smaller man’s fingers clutched at his partner’s back as his forearms flexed beneath the sleeves he had rolled up his arms.

“Goddamn,” Dylan said as he shoved his ass back against my aching cock.

“They’re hot, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fuck yes. So hot.”
 

I nipped his earlobe and one of Dylan’s hands came down to cover mine. He added pressure to them as I ground against his ass, and it was all I could do not to speed things up. But no, I wasn’t to be rushed, and as I looked back at our entertainment, I saw the taller of the two men raise his head and take a step back. Then the man who’d been pressed to the wall lowered to his knees and Dylan cursed.

Oh yeah, here we go. Time to up the ante.
 

I moved both my hands to the clasp of Dylan’s pants, and when I unfastened it and lowered the zipper, I waited to see if I would meet any resistance. When all I got was Dylan thrusting back on me, I didn’t wait for further invitation. I slipped my hand inside his pants and briefs, and as I got my fingers around his warm, thick cock, a loud groan left Dylan’s lips.

At the uninhibited sound, the man opposite us who was looming over his partner glanced back over his shoulder, and when his eyes met mine there was something…familiar about the stranger staring back at me.
 

The connection was brief, barely more than a second before he broke focus and let his eyes move to the man whose dick was in my hand. When an immoral smile curved the stranger’s lips, Dylan’s hips punched forward through my tight fist. It appeared I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed that the tables had just turned and
we
were now the ones under observation.

The man then turned back to his partner, and I pressed my lips to Dylan’s neck, sucking and nibbling my way up the line of it as I continued to slide my hand up and down his flesh. Then in his ear I asked, “Did you like that?”

Dylan turned his head so his eyes were locked with mine, and for a second I swore I witnessed a flash of apprehension before it quickly vanished and he nestled his backside against me.

“Dylan?”

“Yes,” he said, and nodded. “More than I ever imagined I would.”
 

And there it was, the reason for his apprehension. It seemed that Dylan was learning a few things about himself. It was then, out of the corner of my eye, that I saw the men across from us moving. They’d changed positions so the tall one was now standing with his back to the wall with his partner at his feet, and his eyes firmly on us.

“Good,” I said, knowing we’d definitely caught his attention. “Because I think we just found you an audience.”

Dylan’s head moved then so he was facing forward, and staring at the two men.

“Still okay?” I asked, wanting Dylan to be one hundred percent sure before I continued, because this was about to get out of control—fast. When he didn’t answer, I knew it was time to really kick this into gear and take control of the situation. I needed him with me every step of the way on this, because I was aware that one wrong move could cause distrust or worry later down the line, and there was no way I wanted that.
 

So I clamped my fist around the root of his cock, and said in my most commanding tone, “Listen to me carefully, Dylan. If you want me to strip these pants off you and worship every inch of your body with my mouth before I fuck you in front of our curious onlookers, I need you to communicate with me. Now, I’m only going to ask you one more time. And I expect an answer. Are you still okay—”

“Yes,” he said, and quickly glanced back at me. “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, I want your mouth on every inch of me. And
yes
, I want you to slide the hard cock you’ve been grinding all over my ass inside me and show that guy over there who I belong to. Are
you
okay with that?”

Good God. Well, what did I expect?
Dylan hadn’t had a filter since day one. Why would I think he would have one now? And honestly, I wouldn’t want him any other way.
 

“I’m
more
than okay with that. Eyes forward, seaman.” When my quip registered, Dylan, the filthy flirt, thrust his cock through my hand and said, “Yes, sir, commander.”

And faced forward just as he’d been instructed to.
 

24

ZORRO

MY ENTIRE BODY felt like an erogenous zone. Ace had one of his hands inside my pants with mine, working my cock, and his other fingers were now slipping into the waist of my pants and inching them down my hips. I had looped an arm back around Ace’s neck to hold myself upright as he continued to give me one of the hottest handjobs I could ever remember receiving—if I didn’t include the one he’d given me in his trailer, that is
.
The major difference this time around, though, was the man standing across the room. The one who hadn’t taken his eyes off us since he’d turned around earlier.