Chapter 16 Ace
SIXTEEN
ACE
I was a mess. A babbling, sweating, pleading mess. Dallas was working me over, fucking into my entrance with his tongue, pressing in as close as he could get, until his tongue was inside me and his nose was pressed against my skin and his fingers were spreading me open.
My cock leaked and I had to grip the sheets, balling my hands into fists to keep from touching myself and coming too soon.
I lost myself to Dallas’s touch, his tongue, his soft moans of pleasure sending sparks shooting through me.
I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, with Dallas readying me with his mouth, but what I did know was that if I didn’t get some relief, I might finish just from having my ass played with.
I wanted—needed—Dallas to fuck me. Soon.
It felt like he worked me relentlessly, mercilessly, until I was begging for his cock. “Please,” I begged, my voice sounding broken, when I was sure I couldn’t take it any longer. Dallas stopped and I lifted my head to see him watching me, waiting to make eye contact. “What?” I asked.
He wordlessly nodded and pulled away, making me whimper helplessly.
The next thing I knew, he grabbed the condom packet and the bottle of lube, and I watched as he ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto his thick cock.
My own length ached and throbbed, waiting, wanting, but I resisted touching myself even then.
All I wanted was to feel Dallas inside of me.
I continued to watch as he poured lube out onto his hand, smearing it along his shaft before putting a generous amount on my hole.
A moment later, he was kneeling between my legs, guiding his cock to press against me, and using his lubed hand to drag the crown against my entrance, teasing, torturing.
“Ready?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes.”
He rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock into my hole. It was thick, the crown breaching me slowly, and I let my eyes close as he eased his way inside. It wasn’t enough by far. I needed to feel him driving into me, pounding me into oblivion.
Once he was all the way in, he leaned forward to kiss me. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered. The promise made me shiver.
He pulled out and thrust back in, a few gentle strokes, making me even more desperate for him.
I pulled him in for a feral kiss, trying to communicate how badly I wanted anything he had to give.
When the kiss ended, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into me quickly, setting a steady rhythm, thrusting inside my body harder and harder until he was pounding me into the mattress and all I could do was go along for the ride. It was exactly what I needed to feel.
Dallas kept his weight on one arm and used the other hand to touch me all over. He pinched my nipples one at a time, dragged his nails along my skin, and slid his hand to cup my jaw. I turned my head and guided his thumb into my mouth, sucking hard, making him let out a long groan.
“Keep that up and I’m not going to last long,” he muttered.
I sucked harder, scraping the pad of his thumb with my teeth, and moaned at the thought of him losing control for me.
“I mean it,” he said, warning in his tone. After another second, he pulled his hand free and gripped my wrist. “Touch yourself,” he said insistently. “Now.”
My cock was leaving smears of precum all over my stomach as he fucked me and I took it in one hand, rubbing the slit and crown with my thumb. I was close already, heat building in my gut, my balls tightening.
Dallas pushed himself up so he was kneeling again, able to get a better view of my body, and then he grabbed one of my legs and lifted it up, hooking it over his shoulder. As he did, the angle of his cock changed and he hit that spot inside me that made me see stars.
“Fuck,” I cried, back arching, stroking myself furiously.
My cock began to throb and a second later, with Dallas nailing that spot inside me over and over, I gasped and moaned as I came, thick, white strands pulsing out of me and onto my stomach and chest. My ass clenched and squeezed around Dallas’s cock, gripping him in time with the waves of my orgasm.
That was all it took. He groaned and fucked into me even harder, strokes becoming short and erratic, before he stilled altogether.
The air was thick between us, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing as he pulled out and removed the condom. I looked up to find Dallas’s gaze on mine and suddenly, I was desperate to feel his kiss again.
“Come here,” I murmured, reaching for him. He lowered himself and pressed his mouth to mine gently, a slow, sensual dance.
We kissed for a long time before Dallas pulled away. “I should get you cleaned up.”
I chuckled. “Thanks.”
Once he’d taken care of cleaning us both up, Dallas lay next to me in bed and pulled me to him, my head resting on his chest. After a while, I sat back and looked at him.
“Still hungry?”
Dallas chuckled and tilted his head. “I’m not sure I want to leave this bed.”
“That’s okay,” I assured him, snuggling in close. “We have all the time in the world.”