Aced (9 page)

“Hang on a second,” I said, and could feel my chest tightening at what he was implying.
Jesus,
I wanted this so bad, wanted
him
so bad, yet at the same time I was utterly terrified.

“No,” Dylan said, removing his hand from mine. I caught my breath as he slid his finger over the buckle once again. “Not this time. You have a nasty habit of starting things and never quite finishing them, Ace Locke.”

His teasing tone made me want to kiss the smirk off his face, but I was caught between all the things I wanted to do and everything I’d always held myself back from.
 

“Kind of like yesterday in your car. You corner me somewhere and then seem to think better of it.” As Dylan angled his head to the side, he slipped his fingers behind the buckle and took a step backward.
“Why is that?”

His fingers had frozen in place, and I knew if I wanted anything else beyond this to happen, I needed to say something—and fast. So I said the first thing that came to mind: “Because you make me fucking forget myself.”

Clearly that answer was more than okay by the man whose fingers had now tightened around the top of my pants, because Dylan continued moving backward, this time drawing me with him until his back was against my bedroom wall and I was crowding him in.

“And this is a bad thing?” he asked, and even in the darkness of the room I knew his eyes were on mine.

“No…” I said, and took in a shaky breath before admitting, “It’s a dangerous thing.”

“So this”—Dylan pulled the end of my belt from its loop—“would be too dangerous.”

I cursed under my breath as he tugged my hips closer, and his other hand went to the side of my neck. His thumb grazed my lower lip, and instantly it took me back to the first time I’d seen him, seen that same thumb brushing against his lip, and I let out a soft moan.
 

“Just a taste,” he whispered, his head angling toward mine. “That wouldn’t be too dangerous. Right?” He didn’t wait for me to respond before his mouth skimmed the line of my jaw. As I held my breath, he planted light, feathery kisses down my neck, and I had to put a hand on the wall to steady myself.
 

“I think it’d be very fucking dangerous,” I said, but I didn’t move away. No way in hell was I going anywhere, no matter how many red flags were waving, telling me I was going too far. I wanted this, wanted him, and only the devil himself could drag me away.
 

Dylan’s lips left my neck and he leaned back to look me in the eye. “So stop me.”

I shook my head. “No.”

* * *

AND THERE IT was, the green light I’d been waiting for. Without another word, I removed my thumb from Ace’s lush bottom lip and brought it down to join the one I had at his belt. I kept my eyes fastened to his as I continued to slowly undo the leather until each end hung free.

The sound of Ace catching his breath had my lips curving up in response, and it was a rush to know that I was the one causing it.

“Want me to stop?” I asked, but I was well aware if Ace wanted me to stop, his hands would be on mine, halting them. As it was, his arm was still braced by my head and his other was now moving to the side of my face. When his fingers grazed over the stubble of my jaw, he wasn’t the only one taking a steadying breath, because
fuck
, Ace was touching me. Actually touching me.
 

“This jacket of yours,” he said, and then he removed his fingers to touch the buckle at the collar.
 

“Yes…?” I managed somefuckinghow.

“It’s been in my bedroom before.”

I frowned, and Ace curled his fingers around the strap and tugged on it gently. “Is that right?”

“Yes, over in that bed, actually.”

Jesus
, please, God, let him be talking about what I think he is.

“However,” Ace continued, “you’re usually wearing much less when you’re hovering over me in those fantasies.”

Fuck yes.
My hands moved to the button of his pants, and as I slipped it free I saw him bite down on his lower lip. Oh yeah, Ace wanted this, wanted his fantasy to become a reality, and I was more than willing to give it to him. In fact, I was eager to.

Fuck the fact he had a house full of people downstairs.

I slowly unzipped his pants, and the belt hung heavy enough that it parted the fabric for me, and when I heard a soft huff of air escape his lips, my cock throbbed.
 

“Am I? And what do I usually wear when I’m in your bed? If it’s anything more than a smile then you need to rethink it, because I can’t imagine being near you and a bed and not being naked in it.” As the final word rolled from my tongue, I slipped my hand inside his pants and grazed my flattened palm along his straining erection. The tortured groan that left him then had his hips bucking forward and my fingers curling around the soft cotton under my fingers.

I arched my head back on the wall as he crowded in closer to me. Then he brought the fingers that had been stroking over the leather of my jacket to my chin, and held my face captive as he leaned in and ghosted his lips over the top of mine.

“You’re going to be inconvenient.”
 

I flexed my fingers around his stiff shaft and grinned. “I sure fucking hope so.”

Then, as if we’d been unleashed from the chains holding us back, our mouths crushed together in a molten kiss full of heat, sex, and urgency. I opened to him immediately, parting my lips for the tongue he dipped inside my mouth, and it was like tasting the ultimate aphrodisiac. Because in that second, I felt like I could fuck for hours. I wanted this man with every single fiber of my being, and as the sweet and tangy taste of lemon hit my tongue, I moaned and squeezed my hand, massaging Ace’s length through his boxers.

Damn, the man could kiss. It was blistering hot, and no one was more shocked than I was that I hadn’t melted to the ground at his feet. His tongue tangled with mine as he grew harder in my hand, and I let go briefly to tug his pants and boxers down his hips. Ace’s long, thick erection sprang free from its confines, and the size and heat of him made my mouth water.
 

“God,” I said, and Ace’s eyes zeroed in on my lips as I ran my tongue across them. His grip on the back of my neck tightened, and he pulled me forward, but before our mouths met, I whispered against his lips, “I want to make you fucking come.”

“Yes,” he hissed out, as my hand wrapped around his cock and my thumb circled the pre-cum coating the head.
 

“Say it,” I said, and bit his bottom lip. “Say you want me to make you come. Tell me you need it.”

As I stroked the length of him with both hands, Ace gasped and his head fell back. “Dylan…” he moaned, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. I stopped all movement and waited for the magic words.

With a frustrated growl, Ace lifted his head, his eyes blazing, and then he grabbed the buckles that hung from the neck of my leather jacket, yanking me forward until we were nose to nose. “I want…and fucking need…you to make me come.” And then his lips brushed against mine, and he whispered one word that shot straight to my balls. “
Please
.”

Neither of us held back then as our mouths met again, and when Ace pushed me back against the wall, he deepened the kiss and my hands began to move up and down his shaft.
 

God
, I wanted him. On top of me, inside me, his body covering every inch of mine. His heavy erection filling my mouth…

With that thought in mind, I sucked on his tongue, swallowing his moans as his hips jacked forward, his cock making a smooth slide between the tight squeeze of my hands.
 

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, and his thrusts became jagged, unsteady.

“Not yet,” I said, pumping him slower. “Put your hands on the wall.”

He didn’t put up a fight, but instead slapped his hands on the wall on either side of my head. The cords of his neck were straining, and when a bead of sweat fell down his temple to his cheek, I ran my tongue up to catch it. As I swallowed the salty taste of him and leaned back, he looked at me under heavy-lidded eyes, and the thought of making them roll to the back of his head in pleasure had me dropping to my knees.

“What are you… You don’t have to—”

“Shh,” I said, craning my head back to look up at him while I milked his cock harder, faster. “I told you. I want a taste.”
 

As I wrapped my lips around the head of his erection, Ace let out a loud groan, and one of his hands left the wall to grab the back of my head. The shallow panting coming out of him urged me on, and after teasing him with my tongue, I took him fully in my mouth.
 

“Oh God.” A shudder racked Ace’s body, and I reached around to his ass and held him firm against me. There was no fucking way I was letting him go, not before the taste of him hit the back of my throat. How many times had I dreamed about this? Too many times to count, but none of those fantasies compared to the real thing. The strained noises coming out of the sexy man above me, the feel of his hand urging my head forward, and the vulnerability that I knew without a doubt was something rare for this man were far more than I could’ve ever imagined. If I could’ve lived there, worshipping at the altar of Ace Locke for all time, I wouldn’t have fucking hesitated.
 

“If you don’t stop…” Ace warned, but that only spurred me on, and when his cock hit the back of my throat and began to withdraw, I tightened my lips around his thick length and felt the first hot jet of cum hit my taste buds. I greedily swallowed every drop he gave me, and then Ace’s hands were on my jacket, pulling me up and pushing me against the wall. His kiss was hungry, and the lust I felt at having him taste himself on my lips was overwhelming. But tonight wasn’t about me. Not this time. Even as I hoped to God there would be a next time.

As my hands roamed the firm, smooth skin under the hem of his shirt, Ace delved deeper, his kiss both a thank you and a promise. And when he pulled back, the expression in his eyes said one thing:
Until next time.
 

And I had a feeling I’d be counting the minutes until then.
 

7

BIG SHOTS ONLY

IT HAD JUST turned seven a.m. and my ass was going numb after sitting in the hair and makeup trailer for close to three hours. Jesus, this was the one part of my job I could do without. The primping before each shoot. It went on for hours, literally, but the people were nice and it gave me time to look over my script.

Today was the first day on set, and the excitement was infectious as it buzzed around the soundstage and lot. When I’d first arrived I was shown to my private trailer and was happy to find my small list of demands all in order, including the large jar of green M&M’s—Ron was such a fucking smartass.
 

I’d tossed my bag down and taken a moment to gather myself. Today was the first time I would see Dylan since…well, since I’d had my cock between his deliciously pouty lips. And somehow I had to work out a way to stand beside him for hours on end and not think about that.
 

Yeah, like that’s going to be an easy task.

So there I was, staring at my reflection as Trudy added the final touches to even out my tan, wondering where Dylan was and how soon I’d get to see him.
Fuck
, I needed to concentrate on my lines, not the whereabouts of a fellow cast member.

“A little birdie told me you had one helluva birthday this past weekend. Must’ve been hard to blow out those thirty-three candles.”

As Trudy’s words echoed through my brain, I’m ashamed to admit the only two I focused on were
blow
and
hard
, and just like that I was back to picturing Dylan down on his knees with his mouth full of—
 

Fuck.

“Hello? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep, sailor.”

I raised my eyes to meet hers in the reflection as she took a step back to admire her handiwork.

“Hmm…up, up. I want to see you on your feet.” She laughed as I slowly stood, towering over her five-foot-one frame. “I could get used to issuing these commands. If I ask you to drop and give me twenty—”

“I’ll tell you what I tell my trainer.”

“And that is?” she asked.

“I hate you?”

“Aww…that’s not friendly.” She walked up beside me and held up the hanger with my dress whites. “Oh yeah, you are going to look good, my friend. Now go and get dressed. You’re due on set soon.”

I took the hanger from her and headed toward the door. As I opened it up, the morning sun was already blazing above, and I knew I didn’t have much time before the makeup started to sweat off. I needed to move fast.
 

I took the two steps down, and as I turned to head in the direction of my trailer, that was when I saw him. Christ, my imagination hadn’t done the guy justice, because hot damn, Dylan in Navy dress whites was enough to render me useless. Completely fucking useless.
 

If Dylan was a sight in everyday casual clothes, dressed in crisp white slacks that were perfectly tailored to every line of his body, and a pristine jacket punctuated with brass buttons down the center and his hat tucked under his arm, he was utter perfection. As he wandered alongside Russ, he laughed at something the blond had said to him, and when Dylan’s lips curved and his dimples appeared, I felt my heart start to pound.

How was I supposed to look at him all day? And more importantly, how was I supposed to remember my lines when right now I was having trouble remembering my own damn name?

As the two of them moved closer, Dylan turned to look ahead of him, and when he spotted me standing there, a slow smile split his lips.

God
. One smile and I was right back in my bedroom with him, and I was reassured that what had happened there wasn’t all in my head. He felt it too.

When the two men stopped in front of me, Russ flashed a grin and held his arms out to the side. “So what do you think, commander?”