Aced (32 page)

He was dressed much like ourselves, only his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. It hung open off his broad shoulders, and like everyone else in the establishment, he wore the thin black mask over his eyes, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly who he was, though he seemed familiar. Dark hair flopped over his forehead, and if I’d joked around earlier that we looked like Zorro, this man’s tanned body and features made me believe he might’ve shared some of his Spanish brother’s blood.

“You know,” Ace said in my ear, his gruff voice sending a fresh wave of need through my veins. “I never expected to get so turned on by the thought of having someone watch us. But I have to admit, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of fucking what he so obviously wants.”

Shit.
Ace’s words and the proprietary meaning had my fingers tightening at his neck. “How do you know
I’m
the one he wants?”

Ace released my erection, and then lowered the arm I had around his neck to my side. “Because how could he look at you and want anything else?”

Damn…
Ace Locke was a contradiction of sex and sweet. One second he was promising to fuck my brains out for this stranger, and the next he was making my heart melt.

Ace then knelt behind me and slowly pulled my pants from my body, and when he finally spoke again, his breath ghosted across the bare skin of my ass. “I almost feel sorry for who he’s with. Because since he looked over here, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”

I curled my fingers around my cock, and willed myself to find some sort of control. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that when Ace’s lips were kissing their way over the curve of my lower back?
 

“Step out of your pants, Dylan.”

What?
I looked behind me to see Ace staring up from his knees, and holy hell, he was a sexy fucking sight. I was about to turn around and really enjoy him down there when he shook his head.
 

“Uh uh. I said step out of your pants. Don’t even
think
about turning around.”

I chewed on my upper lip and kept my eyes forward as I toed off my shoes and then stepped out of my clothes, leaving me naked from the waist down.

“Very good,” Ace said, but before I could answer, he scraped his teeth along the skin of my right ass cheek, and I swear my eyes came close to rolling to the back of my head.

“
Ahh
, fuck.” I moaned. “Again. Do it again.”

Ace’s tongue trailed its way to the opposite cheek, and then he gently bit me, causing a curse to slip free as I looked across at the man watching us.

His dark eyes roamed down my body to my busy hand, and then lower still to where Ace was kneeling behind me, and surprisingly, that was the first time I even remembered there was another man
with
the stranger.
 

I lowered my eyes to see the man at Zorro’s feet had removed his shirt and was busy running his tongue up and down his man’s cock while Zorro guided his head. But I soon forgot they even existed, because I felt the tip of Ace’s tongue at the top of my crack, and grunted.

“Dylan?”

As Ace stood, I tried my hardest not to come from hearing my name fall from his lips. “Yes?”

“Kneel on the platform.”

Holy. Shit.
That was…that was—

“Now, Dylan.”

Arousing as fuck.

I released my erection, and as I took a step forward, I felt a hand at my wrist. As if he couldn’t help himself, Ace spun me around to face him, and the expression on his face was untamed. His blue eyes were dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he’d untucked his shirt from his pants.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

What?
I’d figured that was pretty obvious, considering I was standing there bare-assed naked in a room full of strangers I was about to let him fuck me in front of. But he seemed to be waiting for confirmation, so I nodded. The smile that stretched across his lips was full of arrogance at his power as he reached for my shirt and began to unbutton it.
 

Oh my God.
Now I understood the reason for the question. He was stripping me down to nothing, and that had my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
 

When he got to the top button, Ace took a step forward until my naked thighs were touching the fabric of his pants, and slowly pushed the material off my shoulders.
 

As it pooled at my feet, he took my chin in his hand and grazed his lips across mine in the sweetest of kisses, and everyone in the room except for me and him vanished. Then his lips were by my ear telling me I looked sexier than he’d ever seen me look, before he once again ordered me to kneel on the platform facing away from him.
 

* * *

DYLAN’S BODY WAS made to be naked.
 

That was the argument I planned to make the next time I had him alone, because wow, the man had a magnificent physique. That wasn’t anything I didn’t already know, but it was reconfirmed when everyone else in the room—
not just the man getting off to us
, but
everyone
—stopped to look at him.
And yeah,
I was the lucky bastard that Dylan had a hard-on for.

When I’d stripped him of his shirt, I could tell he’d had a moment of
oh shit
,
but that had been quickly replaced with desire when I’d kissed him and reassured him how unbelievable he looked, and by God, I wasn’t lying.

The broad shoulders, long line of his back, tight ass, and muscled thighs were one hell of an inviting package, and I couldn’t get my pants undone fast enough. I’d spotted a stand a couple of feet away when I’d been removing Dylan’s pants, and right now I was more than happy to find the necessities I’d been assured were provided.
 

With a condom and a couple of packets of lube in hand, I shoved them in my pocket and walked back over to where Dylan remained kneeling, waiting for me. I could see him working his length for anyone who was interested in watching, and I wasn’t shocked at all that he’d attracted several admiring eyes.

Once I stepped up behind him, he must’ve felt my body heat, because he tilted his face up to look at me, and that blasted mask did nothing to detract from his eyes. It merely framed the stormy green ones now pinned to mine.

I touched my fingers to his shoulder and gave a nudge, and when he flashed me a sinful grin and his dimples appeared, I had a sudden urge to lick them. Instead, I gave a slight nod of my head and said, “Bend over for me. Hands and knees, Dylan.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, he moved into position. His firm ass was now angled up at me, and it was too much to ignore. So I went down on my knees and reached for him.
 

My original intention had been to slick him up, stretch him, and get inside. But ever since I’d met Dylan, or hell,
seen
him, I’d wondered how he’d taste and smell in the most primal way. I wanted to know all of this man, and I wanted to drive him crazy.

I leaned up on my knees, and when I drew my tongue over his ass cheek, I heard him curse over the music. Encouraged by his response, I brought my fingers to the dark crevice and spread his cheeks, making a promise to myself. I was going to make him fall the fuck apart.
 

I’d denied myself for so long, and never had I wanted someone as much as I wanted the man giving himself completely over to me. The fragrant soap from the shower back in our room hit my nose and mingled with all that was Dylan, and I couldn’t stop myself from dragging my tongue along the narrow strip of flesh.

“Fucking hell,” Dylan shouted, and I saw him reach under himself and begin to masturbate.
 

I nibbled along the strip of skin and then repeated the move that had him bucking back in the direction of my greedy tongue.
 

“Yes, fuck. Do that.
That
… Oh God.”
 

And I did. I ate at him and tongued him until Dylan’s legs were shaking and he reared up onto his knees and looked back at me with eyes that were blazing. I moved slowly then, taking my sweet time as I climbed onto the platform and knelt behind him, between his spread legs.
 

With a look over his shoulder, I saw the couple from earlier in a similar position to us now, except the man on his hands and knees was already well into the receiving portion of his evening, if the way he was moving back and forth was any indication. The tall one, however, had his eyes glued to mine. He knew what this was about for us. I could tell by the directness of his bold stare, and I also knew that watching me and Dylan was what was going to finally get
him
off.
 

I gripped Dylan’s bicep and pressed a kiss to the top of his shoulder as my eyes flicked down to the man’s hands gripping the hips of the one he was plowing into. He was really going at him, and if I were honest, it made my balls tighten. Because that was what I wanted. The roughness. The hard hitting of it, and even though Dylan had told me I could have it, I’d never crossed that line. Tonight, though…I wasn’t sure I could stop myself.

“I…” Dylan panted. And the gruff sound of his voice had me trailing my finger down his spine to the wet crack of his ass.
 

“You…?”
 

I pushed my finger down between his tight cheeks to his hole, and Dylan’s head fell back. I saw his fingers clamp around the base of his cock, and I gently pushed against his pucker.

“I need to come,” he said by my cheek. “You’re driving me insane.”

I bit his ear as I pushed my finger inside of him and said, “That’s the point, Daydream. Now bend over so I can fuck this tight little hole the way you’re dying for me to.”

Dylan didn’t seem to need any more encouragement than that. He lowered back down, braced his hands on the platform, and let out a satisfying shout when I pulled my finger out and thrust two back inside, getting him ready for my painfully hard cock.

* * *

HE WAS WATCHING us.
 

In fact, Zorro hadn’t taken his eyes off us since Ace had moved into position behind me and started to issue the orders. I had to disagree with Ace’s earlier observation of
who
the man was focused on, because while he’d been keeping a close eye on what was happening over here when Ace had had his tongue flicking and fucking me until my eyes had blurred over, it wasn’t until right now that he was watching us with unwavering intensity.

Ace had, from God knows where, found some lube, because the fingers he was now scissoring inside of me were slippery as hell, and when he twisted his wrist and they grazed over my prostate, making me curse, Zorro’s lips curved. And fuck, that made this even more depraved.

“Dylan…
God
. Your mouth is something else. And the sounds you make…” Ace said, as he removed his fingers. “They’re about the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

I was glad he thought so, because several times already I’d had to catch myself from shouting out his name, but never more so than right then. Because as soon as Ace’s words ended, he was right there tunneling his cock inside of me with one deep, sure thrust. I heard a feral fucking sound from behind me as Ace’s fingers dug into my hips and pulled me back on him so my ass was against the trimmed pubic hair that surrounded his dick and my thighs grazed the material of his pants.

“Christ,” I grunted.
This is the filthiest fuck I’ve ever had.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Ace chanted as he took a second to gather himself. The burn from the wide intrusion only added to the out-of-this-world experience I was having, and as I braced my knees and my eyes flew to the dark ones greedily witnessing our coupling, my hand was reaching up under me for my needy cock.

That was when Ace began to move. He withdrew slowly and then changed course to slide back inside before crowding down over me and wrapping an arm around my neck. My head fell forward at the delicious sensation, and the heavy weight of his forearm against my chest had me shoving back on him. He growled like a savage animal in my ear and pulled out a little ways before plowing inside me again.
 

I clenched my fingers into the platform under my palm, and when I raised my eyes this time, they connected with the other man on his knees in the room. The one being thoroughly fucked by Zorro.
 

He’d raised his head, and his eyes were full of raw need, as if he was almost there but not quite yet, and then Zorro bent forward, took a handful of his hair in a tight grip, and pulled, causing his partner to shout as his eyes glazed over. The two of them now nearing the same ragged edge Ace and I were.

Ace’s body was all-powerful behind me as he used and worshiped me in the best way imaginable. The only sounds I could hear were his grunts with every thrust of his body into mine, and as I rapidly jerked my cock, I knew it was mere seconds until this was going to be over.

* * *

“HARDER. I WANT it
harder
.”

No one could say Dylan wasn’t clear about what he wanted as his body moved in perfect synchronicity under mine. My dick was lodged so far inside him I had no clue how I hadn’t split him in half, but there was nothing refined about this. This was a scorching, raw fuck. And if Dylan wanted it harder, there was no way I wasn’t about to deliver.
 

My hips were pistoning against his ass, my arm was hooked around his chest, and my teeth were in his shoulder as sweat dripped off the both of us and he manically pumped himself, his head hanging low.

“Yes, God. I’m right there. Right. Fucking. There,” he said, punctuating the last three words with quick backward shoves of his hips, and on the final one I growled in his ear, “Look up.” And he did.
 

Dylan’s head snapped up, as did mine, and when our eyes collided with the stranger’s across the room, Dylan lost it first. He cursed so fucking loud I would’ve been shocked if the people at the front of the club hadn’t heard him. Then I shifted back to my heels and hauled him up with me, my arm holding him in place, as my other hand went to his hip. Dylan sank down on my cock and I propelled my hips up, once, twice, getting as deep as possible, and then I shouted his name equally as loud as he had cursed just as the man across from us bared his teeth and also found release.