Chapter 3
3
CONNOR
There’s a talented mouth wrapped around my cock, and a fistful of dark hair in my hand.
It’s glorious. Ace kneels on the bed next to me, deep-throating me like he’ll never do it again. He groans around my cock, pushing my dick all the way down his throat until I’m sure he can’t breathe.
I don’t deserve him. He’s glorious, beautiful, and wild .
I groan and move my hips, throat-fucking him while holding his head down, just the way he likes.
Unbidden, a flash of blonde hair and light, bright blue eyes fills my head, and Ace pulls his mouth off me.
The smirk on my boyfriend’s face is so wide that I want to smack it off him.
“You’re thinking about her again.” He grins, and he has no right to look so smug after my cock was crammed all the way down his throat.
I growl, and he laughs.
“Admit it,” he says, entertained. “Admit you were thinking about her.”
He already knows about my crush on Devyn, the Omega from the café, and he’s done nothing but exploit it, bringing her up every goddamned day.
“So what if I was?” I grit through my teeth, but Ace only gives me a triumphant grin.
“At least now you can admit it.” He rewards me by wrapping his fist around my cock, his tattooed knuckles gripping me tightly. “Which means we’re one step closer to going after her.”
He squeezes me hard, and I groan. “Damn it, Ace?—”
“Does that mean I finally get to share your cum with a pretty Omega mouth?”
“Holy fuck—” I reach out to pull him to me, and he releases my cock to cup my face. He climbs on top of me, and we kiss sloppily, his tongue piercing massaging the inside of my mouth. Our cocks rub together, my slick one covered in Ace’s spit rubbing against his leaking one.
Ace is wild. Ace is beautiful.
And somehow, Ace wants me , the straight-edged, boring coffee guy.
Ace wouldn’t call me boring, but still—I would say I’m pretty lame compared to him.
With one more deep kiss, I pull away and clutch his shoulders. “Lie down,” I order him. “And get your mouth back on my cock.”
It’s one of my favorite ways to have him, him in my throat while he chokes on my cock.
It’s one of his, too.
I hoist myself so I’m leaning my cock over him with my mouth facing his length. Bending, I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, and he let out a deep moan as I let him fill my throat.
His mouth is more eager than mine, though. Where I take my time, he doesn’t. I lower my hips and push my cock onto his tongue, fucking his face while I suck on him.
He moans around me, and I thrust myself down until my balls rest against his face. There’s no way he can breathe, but I know he loves it.
The more selfish I am with him, the harder he gets. His cock is steel in my mouth, and I try to return the favor as best I can—but with the tightness of his throat, it’s hard for me to concentrate.
But he releases my cock with a pop and gasps. “Think about her,” he croaks, and I growl around his length. “Think about her while you fuck my face.”
God.
But Ace knows exactly what to do to tap into my Alpha instincts.
And I do.
Bright eyes and blonde hair, the smell of vanilla ? —
Ace’s throat is so tight, so wet, just like Devyn’s pussy would be?—
My knot swells embarrassingly fast, and Ace moans when he feels it.
Damn him for not letting me last.
As punishment, I squeeze the base of his cock, hard, and he whimpers.
But I don’t pull out of his mouth.
I keep myself there as I slap his dick, his thick, long length bobbing while I grip him.
Ace swapping my cum with Devyn ? —
“ Ace ,” I gasp.
I shove his cock back into my mouth and muffle my roar, forcing him as deep down my throat as he can go while my cock thickens in his mouth. Ropes of my cum shoot onto his tongue, and he swallows it with a moan.
Ace. He’s my wild card and my best friend.
I also don’t want him to suffocate, so I lift my hips and allow him the chance to breathe.
He lets out a deep gasp for air that shouldn’t sound sexy, but it’s Ace, so of course it does.
“Going to fucking come—” is all he gets out before his cock swells, and he floods my mouth. I commit the sounds he makes to memory—deep, low groans that end in stuttering breaths.
I suck him through it, swallowing every drop he gives me until he’s twitching underneath me. He cleans my cock with his tongue, slurping obscenely and chuckling once he’s finally done coming apart.
I roll off him and let out my own heavy breath, satisfied and exhausted.
“You never come that quickly,” Ace laughs, and I let out a warning growl.
“You didn’t seem to have any problems with it, as you came immediately after.”
“I’m just saying, baby. It sounds like that little incentive really worked out, huh?”
Think about her as you fuck my face.
I bury my face in the soft comforter and groan. “Shut up,” I mutter.
“It’s almost as if you could say…I was right,” he gloats. “Like I always am.”
I move off the side of the bed and lie back down, my head resting against the pillows. “Just shut up and come here,” I grumble, extending an arm, and Ace curls up next to me and lays his head on my chest.
“So pissy,” he mutters as I run my hand down his tatted back. “After I drained your balls, too.”
I snort. “I’ll never get over what comes out of your mouth,” I say, closing my eyes.
There’s a moment of silence, and I feel Ace shaking in laughter underneath me.
“Oh, my god,” I mutter.
“You’re the one that said it. Not me.”
I tangle my hand in his hair and pull at the inky black locks. “You’re impossible.” I try to sound annoyed, but my tone is fond.
He is impossible, and but he’s all mine.
He’s also my exact opposite. He loves to lose control, while I try to do anything but. He speaks his mind and does what he wants without worrying about the consequences.
Ace just doesn’t care.
He’s a barely reformed bad boy.
He mumbles something as I run my hand through his hair, but he’s already half-asleep, his breathing even and deep.
Because he always insists I do it, I purr for him, my chest rumbling.
He claims it helps soothe him. I never thought I would purr for another Alpha—I’ve never even heard of it being done before.
But if it helps him, and keeps him sleeping peacefully, I’ll do it until I can finally fall asleep myself.
I allow the sound of his breathing to lull me to sleep.
* * *
I wake up on my side with a pair of eyes the color of the ocean staring at me.
“What the hell?” I croak. “We talked about you watching me while I sleep.”
But Ace isn’t deterred by my words. He’s sitting up, staring down at me with a look I recognize.
The look where he thinks he’s seeing through my bullshit and he’s about to call me out on it.
“You don’t have to be afraid, you know,” he says casually. He’s thrown back on boxer shorts, leaving his inked chest on display. He’s a work of art without even trying.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, but turn my gaze away. I move off the bed and grab my sweatpants, tugging them on.
I’m not about to have this conversation with my dick out.
“You like her, Connor,” Ace continues. “So just ask her out.”
To my horror, my face burns, and I’m sure my blush is visible. “ Why ?”
But it’s a pointless argument. Ace already knows why, and so do I.
“Because I want to see you happy, dipshit.”
I scoff. “I am happy.”
It’s true. I have my business, I have Ace, and we have our small group of friends. I don’t really need anything else.
I find the courage to look back at my boyfriend, who’s giving me an unimpressed look. “ Happier , then. What are you so afraid of?”
I chew my lip. I don’t have an answer.
I shouldn’t be afraid. Alphas shouldn’t be afraid. It’s a natural instinct to want an Omega. It’s also not fair to Ace for me to ignore this opportunity.
So why the hell am I terrified?
“I don’t like change,” I murmur, and Ace chuckles.
“No shit, baby. That’s why I’m here. To help you through it.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck, I don’t know,” I mutter. “I just…” I swallow, absolutely hating this conversation. “It’s my job to protect you. And if this goes wrong, I don’t want you to get hurt. Or for it to hurt us .”
There. I said it.
I’m afraid of taking a chance. I don’t want to deal with the damage that will follow if this goes awry.
Alphas don’t get afraid, dumbass .
I’m disturbingly protective of Ace, and I like the balance we have. I enjoy our dynamic.
“If you don’t ask her out, I will. Problem solved.” Ace flips on his back, puts his hands behind his head, and looks up at me, an easy smile on his face.
Like I’m not over here having an existential fucking crisis .
I growl in frustration, and his smile only widens.
“Look, I can only deal with toys for so long, and so can you. We’ve bitten through too many pillows. I’m over it, babe.” He sighs dramatically. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”
I narrow my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask her out.”
“Tomorrow.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Tomorrow?” I sputter.
Ace turns on his side to look at me. “You’re going to the café tomorrow, and she’s most likely going to be there.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh. “How do you know I’m going to be at the café?”
I turn to him, and he gives me a wicked grin. “I know where you are at all times, baby.”
I huff. “Of course you do.”
“You’re flattered. Don’t lie to yourself.”
“That you’re obsessed with me? Sure.” But I lean down to kiss him, and he responds eagerly, humming against my lips. I reach out and flick the barbell that pierces his nipple, and he hisses.
“I’ll ask her out tomorrow,” I murmur against his lips, and I feel his smile.
Fuck me.
What have I just agreed to?