19. Ace Fills Ivo With Gifts
19
ACE FILLS IVO WITH GIFTS
Ace was trying not to hover, Ivo could tell.
The dragon was tucked into a comfy leather couch in his office, pretending to read a thick book. Every so often, he would peek over at Ivo, before discreetly looking back at his book.
Ivo stared at the checkout page on his laptop. On there was a full set of Llain Hardcox’s signed paperbacks—the most frivolous purchase he was about to make in his life, considering that he’d probably keep on reading the books on his phone. But Hardcox rarely sold signed paperbacks; he said it was difficult for him to make them available ‘in this world’.
Whatever that meant.
The thing was, Ivo had never seriously considered owning a set of those books. Until now.
Now, he had his very own credit card in his hands. These books wouldn’t even put a dent in his monthly limit.
His fifty-grand monthly limit.
He swallowed and slowly pecked out the credit card number. He typed in his name and Ace’s address.
He looked down quickly when Ace looked up, hitting the Purchase Now button before he could second-guess himself.
The transaction was approved. Nothing exploded. The website directed him to a Thank You page, and said his books would be delivered soon.
“This is crazy,” Ivo breathed. “That was a lot of money.”
Ace smiled. “You did it?”
“Yeah.”
Ace puffed out his chest. “You did great! Now, you’ll need to buy a bookcase for all your books.”
“Um, okay.” Ivo opened a new tab and began a search for bookcases. He went to a furniture website that he thought was affordable, only to have a message pop up at the corner of his screen.
Ace
Check these out.
[link]
When Ivo clicked on the link, it took him to a website with several beautifully carved bookcases, and several zeroes in the prices.
“Holy crap,” Ivo whispered.
“They’re still below your monthly limit.” Ace shrugged. “But tell me if you find something that exceeds the limit. I’ll raise it.”
Just like that.
Ivo shook his head disbelievingly, scrolling through all kinds of bookcases: ornate ones, elegant ones, bookcases with leaves and birds carved into them. You could even customize them by adding spells—spells that would sort the books automatically, spells to light up the bookcases, or to give the illusion that snow was falling gently onto your books.
“You could have the genre or author name carved onto the individual shelves,” Ivo breathed.
Ace smiled. “Take your time, pick out something that makes sense to you. We can always get another when you’ve filled up this one.”
“Another?!”
Ace looked around the office and shrugged. “We could put the bookcases in here, or turn one of the rooms into a library.”
Ivo’s heart stuttered. “That... That sounds amazing.”
Ace grinned and patted his lap. “Open up that link on your phone, and come sit with me.”
Ivo left his laptop on the desk, padding over to climb onto Ace’s lap. His belly was rounder now; Ace slipped his fingers under Ivo’s shirt and rubbed his baby bump, growling when their baby kicked.
“I felt that,” Ace said excitedly. “Did you feel it?”
Ivo rolled his eye. “No, I didn’t.”
Ace grinned and nipped his ear. He scooped Ivo up and turned him around, nosing his belly. “Hey, baby,” Ace murmured against Ivo’s skin, his voice vibrating through Ivo’s body. “Papa here. You’re growing bigger and stronger every day, and we can’t wait to meet you. Just today, we put up some animal posters in the nursery. Your uncle Raptor and your honorary annoying uncle Harvey helped.”
“Soon,” Ivo said, tangling their fingers together. Then he grunted when there came another kick, in a different part of his belly. “Oof!”
“Shh. Don’t kick your Daddy,” Ace murmured against his belly. He rubbed Ivo in an attempt to soothe their baby, then crooned one of the silly lullabies he’d written. It must’ve worked, because the kicking stopped.
They sat together for a while, enjoying each other’s company. Then Ace turned Ivo around so Ivo’s back was pressed against his chest, looking over Ivo’s shoulder at his belly. He lifted Ivo’s shirt to expose his abdomen, snuffling against his neck.
Elsewhere in the mansion, someone said something. Ace cocked his head. “Ah.”
“Visitors?” Ivo asked.
“Hmm. No one we have to meet urgently.” Ace watched as Ivo scrolled through the bookcases on his phone. “I like this one.”
It was a bookcase with serpentine dragons carved into the outer edges. The wood was a rich red, almost like fire.
“I like it too,” Ivo said.
“Mm. Put that in your cart; we’ll get back to it later. For now, I want to read a book.” Ace took Ivo’s phone and navigated to one of his ebooks—Stuffed by the Billionaire.
Ivo’s heart skipped. That wasn’t a book they usually read with visitors around. “Don’t we have a guest?”
“It’s just Duke. He can wait a while. The guy needs a break, anyway.” Ace pressed their cheeks together, tapping on one of their bookmarks and enlarging the font size. “Hold the phone up, sweetheart. Read it aloud.”
Ivo’s face burned. “O-okay.” He cleared his throat, knowing from the first lines which scene Ace had picked. “‘K-Karl stroked his palms up Terry’s thighs, spreading them open.’”
Ace gripped the insides of Ivo’s legs, pulling them apart. Exactly like the book. Ivo swallowed dryly.
“‘H-he brought his hands close to Terry’s bulge but didn’t touch it, skimming his nose through Terry’s hair.’”
“You smell good,” Ace whispered, rubbing Ivo’s sensitive inner thighs and leaving his fingers just a hairsbreadth from his cock.
It was a special kind of thrill, knowing that whatever happened to the book’s characters would also happen to him. Especially because Terry was going to be fucked loose by the end of the chapter, fucked out of his mind, and Ace was making him that promise, right now.
“‘H-he ran his fingertips over Terry’s bulge, pressing down harder and harder until Terry gasped and twitched.’”
Ace’s touch was muffled through Ivo’s pants, but he did exactly as Karl did, stroking Ivo over and over until he squirmed on Ace’s lap.
“Did you wear it like I asked?” Ace whispered.
Ivo nodded, his heart thumping. “‘Terry’s cock began to strain against his pants.’”
“I wonder what’s in here,” Ace whispered, undoing the drawstring of Ivo’s sweatpants with deft fingers.
“You’re skipping ahead,” Ivo mumbled.
“Mm-hmm.” Ace pulled the waistband away from Ivo’s body and leaned sideways, so he could see past Ivo’s belly. “So fucking sexy, sweetheart. Your pretty cock stretching out your lace panties, all for me.”
“Not that I can see it,” Ivo mumbled. “All I see is my belly.”
Ace laughed throatily and turned them to face a newly installed floor-length mirror. With a bit of fumbling, Ace slid Ivo’s pants and shirt off, leaving his scarred body clad only in a whisper of fabric.
The lace was a light pink, stark against the red, desperate line of Ivo’s cock. Already, there was a wet spot at his tip.
“I love seeing this,” Ace whispered hotly into his ear.
He cupped Ivo’s chest and squeezed his swollen nipples, so milk dripped freely down his hands. Ivo moaned; Ace massaged his pecs and squeezed his nipples again, on and on until Ivo whimpered and his balls pulled tight, his cock leaking nonstop in his panties. He could feel the solid length of Ace’s bulge, too, its shape muffled by the layers of his clothes.
“Keep reading, sweetheart.”
“‘K-Karl swept aside Terry’s panties, letting his cock slide between his cheeks—’”
Ace lifted Ivo off his lap. The next thing he knew, Ace’s fingers pushed through the frilly opening in Ivo’s panties, spreading them. And a blunt tip shoved up against his hole, hungry and unapologetic.
Ivo clutched his phone, slick leaking out of him.
“Keep reading,” Ace said, pressing against his entrance.
“‘Karl kissed Terry’s neck and rocked his length against Terry’s hole—’”
Here, Ace deviated from the script. He pushed his tip into Ivo, then dragged Ivo’s body down his cock, forcing him open in a sweet rush of pleasure.
Ivo’s precum shot everywhere; he panted raggedly, his body clenching around Ace.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Ace groaned. “I didn’t say you could stop reading.”
He slid his cock deeper.
Ivo shuddered. “‘H-h-he sucked on Terry’s s-shoulder and—and—’”
Ace lifted Ivo halfway off his cock, and let him sink back down on it. Ivo moaned; the words swam on the phone, and all he could think about was his alpha’s hot, silky cock.
“You’re so tight around me,” Ace whispered. “Keep reading.”
More precum spurted out of Ivo. “‘K-Karl r-rubbed his tip against—’ Ah!”
Ace read over his shoulder, “‘Karl rubbed his tip against Terry’s hole, pushing against it to feel it open around him.’ Like how you’re opening around me.”
He rolled his hips, grinding against Ivo’s prostate. Ivo almost dropped the phone; he couldn’t think anymore.
“‘And he fucked into his omega, letting Terry sink down his cock.’” Ace pulled Ivo down until his entire cock was buried inside, and Ivo couldn’t breathe.
“I-I’m going to come,” Ivo whined, all his nerve endings lit up.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Wait for my permission.” Ace rubbed Ivo’s nipples, tugging on them until Ivo’s voice went high, and his balls pulled tight. “Fuck, you keep clenching around me. Begging for my cum.”
“P-please let me come!”
“No.” Ace kissed his shoulder, nudging Ivo’s face toward the mirror to show him their reflection. “See how desperate you are for me? Your pretty cock hasn’t stopped leaking. Your nipples have been wet this entire time, and your hole keeps fluttering around me, on the verge of coming.”
Ace tugged down the front of Ivo’s panties, just enough for his cock to push out and strain upright, a dark, desperate length in the mirror.
Ivo arched his back, whimpering loudly. “Need, need—”
“Not yet.” Except Ace thrust deep into him; he leaned Ivo forward and fucked up, slamming his cock against Ivo’s sensitive insides.
Ivo cried out; Ace gripped tight around the base of Ivo’s cock, stopping him from coming. Ivo thrashed; he clawed at Ace’s forearm, sounds falling out of his mouth.
“Need, please. Need—”
“What do you need?” Ace asked, anchoring Ivo against himself as he stood up and walked them to the office door. There, he braced Ivo against the doorjamb, and began thrusting into him. “Might want to keep it down, sweetheart. There might be people listening.”
Ivo tried to swallow his moans. Then Ace’s cock slammed against his prostate, and he screamed.
“Quiet, sweetie.” Ace gave him several more thrusts.
Ivo scrabbled against the wall, doing his best to keep quiet, except Ace fucked so much pleasure into him that the sounds kept ripping out of his throat.
“That’s it. You sound so perfect, sweetheart. Begging and crying for my cock. Want me to fuck you full, fuck you loose? I’m going to breed you a second time. You’re taking my cock like you need it to live. And you do, don’t you? You can’t go a night without my cock filling you up, can’t sleep without my knot deep inside you. Tonight, I’m going to give you a few more loads, let my cum leak out of you while we sleep.”
“Need your cum, need it now,” Ivo whined.
Ace groaned, his fingers gripping tight around Ivo’s hips. “Fuck. You can’t get enough of my cum.” He thrust into Ivo, a little more careful now because Ivo’s belly was starting to get big.
“H-harder. I can take it,” Ivo whimpered.
Ace cursed. And his strokes grew deep and long, each thrust knocking the breath out of Ivo’s lungs. Ace shuddered, his cock swelling. “Fuck. I can’t hold on for much longer. You sound so amazing. I want to fill you with so much cum, your hole is constantly leaking white. One day, I’ll stretch you with my dragon cock, and you’ll come so hard, you’ll black out from it.”
Ivo moaned. “Want your dragon cock. Now.”
Ace stiffened behind him. He pushed two fingers into Ivo’s hole, alongside his cock. Then he pushed in another two, and swore. “You’re stretching so easily around me. Fuck. I think—I think you’re ready.”
He pulled out his fingers. Then he shifted into a large black dragon, and the cock in Ivo’s body thickened, growing bumpy at the top and curved at the bottom. It was so big that it crammed against his prostate. All Ivo could do was scream, pleasure exploding through his body as he clenched around his alpha.
“Fuck,” Ace roared. He thrust into Ivo with short, hungry strokes. Warmth flooded Ivo inside, spilling out around Ace’s cock because there was no more space in Ivo’s body to hold it all.
Ivo fainted. When he came to, Ace was still thrusting into him, the bumps of his cock catching against Ivo’s rim, his dragon knot grinding so hard against Ivo’s prostate that he came again, and fainted again.
He woke up several times only for Ace to fuck him into more orgasms that dragged him under, his thighs and ass completely covered in cum.
Eventually, when he stayed awake long enough to become coherent, he heard Harvey’s voice whispering to Ace, “I broadcasted your sex sounds into the living room. Duke looked extremely uncomfortable, and he left.”
Ace chuckled; his chest vibrated against Ivo. “Did it give him blue balls, at least?”
“I don’t know. But he was pissed, and he was hard.”
“Leaking through his pants?”
Harvey cackled. “Oh, yes.”
Ace gave him a high-five. “Good.”
Ivo groaned into the bed. “Is Duke mad at us?”
“Not at you.” Ace shifted back into a human, wrapping himself around Ivo. “He’s probably pissed at me, but that’s fine. He needs a reminder to take some time for himself.”
“He might take some time with his new assistant, ” Harvey said.
When Ivo turned and squinted, he found the butler looking gleeful, his eyebrows waggling.
“ Oh? ” Ace perked up. “He hired someone?”
At that, Harvey seemed a smidge guilty.
“Yes?” Harvey offered, glancing at Ivo. “He hired your friend. The chubby one.”
Nat could use a job, yeah. Except...
Ivo’s breath stuck in his throat. “Wait. What did he hire Nat to do? ”
Ace exchanged a look with Harvey. “Help him with his... load. ”
Warmth crept through Ivo’s face. “Oh, gods. His... You mean his work load, right?”
Harvey shrugged and pumped his fist up and down in a crude gesture. “Maybe his other load. Maybe both. At the same time?”
Ivo scrambled for his phone. Ace let him up enough to get his fingers around it, then pinned him back down, his knot still buried inside Ivo’s ass.
Ivo fumbled open his chat messages.
IvoFivo
nat?? what did duke hire you to do???
There was no reply for a while. Then his phone buzzed.
Nat-urallyBig
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dont
feiaflealj
soryy
canttalk rn
Ivo stared at his phone. Then he exchanged a look with Ace, who had a smile spreading across his face.
“I’m thinking he has his hands full right now,” Ace drawled.
“Maybe his butt,” Harvey whispered.
Ivo bit his lip and typed another message.
IvoFivo
I hope you’re staying safe!!!!!
Nat didn’t reply.
“Duke will make it very worth his while,” Ace promised.
Ivo frowned. “How do you know that?”
“My friends and I talk about sex.” Ace shrugged. “If anyone doesn’t make sure their omega comes hard, or a few times, or both, we knock it into their thick skulls.” Ace looked pointedly at him. “Do I satisfy you, sweetheart?”
Ivo blushed. “You don’t even need to ask that.”
Ace peered at the puddle of drying cum on the bed next to them. “I guess not.”
He cupped Ivo’s nape with his large hand, pressing his thumb to the crook of Ivo’s neck. Then he leaned in and kissed Ivo’s ear. “Where would you like to have my bonding mark?”
Ivo’s heart stuttered. “I-I’m not ready to answer that yet!”
Or maybe he was. Ace smiled anyway, dropping a kiss on Ivo’s temple. “That’s okay. I’ll wait for you to be ready. In the meantime, would you like to see my hoard?”