Chapter 15 Dallas
FIFTEEN
DALLAS
Ace led me into their bedroom, their hand in mine, closing the door behind me once I was inside.
Immediately, they turned to me and pulled me in close for a kiss, kept pulling even once our mouths met, walking backward until their legs hit the bed.
Only then did they break the kiss and meet my gaze with their own.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
My hands went to their waist again and I moved until my fingertips met bare skin. Ace shivered at the touch, letting out a sharp breath and their eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. “Same to you,” I murmured.
“That’s not going to be a problem.”
I gave a tiny nod and smiled. “Exactly.”
With that, Ace yanked their shirt off and tossed it to the floor, their hands finding the hem of my sweater and pulling it up over my head.
I stroked my fingers along their sides before hooking them into the waistband of Ace’s jeans and giving them a little shove backward.
Ace tumbled onto the bed, laughing, and scrambled back to the pillows.
As they did, I climbed on the bed, too, straddling them before going in for another kiss, pressing Ace into the mattress as we kissed.
Ace dragged their short nails along my back, drawing a low noise from me that came from the back of my throat. I rocked my hips down, against theirs, my cock full and ready for their touch.
They let out a groan of their own and responded in kind, hips bucking up to meet mine.
We kissed for a long time, rocking against one another in a slow, steady rhythm, until we were both breathing hard and heat was building in my groin.
When I didn’t think I could wait any longer, I pulled away, breaking the kiss, and sat up, my knees bracketing their thighs, my jeans impossibly tight.
“Everything okay?” Ace asked breathlessly.
“I want more,” I whispered, unfastening my jeans.
Ace dropped their head to the pillow. “Fuck me,” they groaned. It sounded more like a curse than a request, but when I raised my eyebrows at them, tilting my head, their cheeks turned red and they nodded. “Please.”
“Okay,” I murmured. “Do you have—”
Ace gestured to the small nightstand next to their bed. “Top drawer.”
Reluctantly, I climbed off of Ace and stood before I reached out and pulled the drawer open.
My gut twisted, hot and lustful, when I spotted the condoms and lube there, looking untouched, like they’d been waiting for me—only me.
I dropped them both on the bed next to Ace and raised my eyebrows again.
“You’re sure?”
Biting their bottom lip, they let out another sharp breath, hands going to the fly of their jeans.
“Fuck me,” they repeated a moment later, more desperate plea than curse this time.
Instead of letting my usually practical brain take over, instead of asking if we should take things slow or asking for their guidance, I nodded, placed the condom and lube next to Ace, and made quick work of taking off the rest of their clothes.
I tugged down their jeans and boxers and let them fall to the floor before stepping out of my own.
Once we were both completely naked, I crawled back onto the bed and lay next to Ace, pulling them to me for another kiss.
The kiss deepened and I dragged my fingertips down the length of Ace’s body until my hand rested on their thigh.
When Ace let out a muffled whimper, I gently pushed their hip.
They rocked, landing flat on their back, breaking the kiss.
Their breathing was heavy as they reached and pulled me on top of them.
More than anything, I wanted to make Ace feel good, to make them writhe in pleasure and beg for more and cry out as they came.
I wanted to fill them with my cock and feel them grip me as they finished, pulling me over the edge of my own cliff.
I straddled them again, their bare skin against mine, their cock leaving a smear of precum on me, causing my own erection to leak.
Dropping my mouth to their throat, I began to leave a trail of kisses, sucking and biting along the way. I scraped my teeth along the tender skin beneath their jaw and Ace moaned, bucking their hips up to press against mine.
“Yeah?” I murmured before I sucked hard.
Ace gasped. “Oh God.” Their chest heaved under me and they gripped my back desperately, pressing their fingertips hard into me.
I smirked, pleased with myself, and did it again, moving one hand to their chest and pinching a nipple at the same time. Ace’s breath was ragged and they moaned again.
Lust surged through me, my gut twisting with need. “Tell me,” I whispered next to their ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“More. Please. I just—” Their babbling was cut off by a strangled cry as I tweaked their nipple a little harder, their hips thrusting up again and again.
I moved my mouth to meet theirs, thrusting my tongue in before nipping their bottom lip and pulling away. When I sat back and looked at Ace, their pale blue eyes had gone dark with lust, their short dark hair already a mess as they squirmed beneath me.
“Don’t stop now, I—I need—”
I held up a finger to quiet them. “Patience.”
Their brow dipped as they frowned and huffed out a breath.
To reward them, I lowered one hand to the space between us and gripped their cock firmly, rubbing my thumb across the crown and smearing precum across it.
A second later, I released them and made my way down the length of their body until I was on my stomach between their thighs, listening to Ace moan in anticipation.
I pushed their legs apart, leaned forward, and pressed my nose to the base of their cock, licking their balls.
A moment later, I moved lower, spreading their cheeks apart and teasing at their hole with my thumbs.
Ace gripped the blanket and let out a ragged breath. “Fuck, Dallas, I need—”
Before they could finish their sentence, I rocked forward just enough to press my mouth to their entrance, my tongue darting out to press against the tight muscle.
They cried out in relief and I pushed into them with my tongue, stroking and teasing, using the pads of my thumbs to spread their hole open further.