Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
ZOMA
S itting in a booth at the karaoke place, I watched Nova stand at the mic in the center of the bar and restaurant. It was her turn to sing her Abba song. She loved doing “Dancing Queen,” probably because it always got the crowd up and moving.
I sipped my glass of white wine and winced. I’d ordered the house wine, and it tasted more like vinegar than wine. But what the hell. It still had alcohol in it, and I was only here to pass the time until I could see Ace tomorrow. I gazed across the dark room, the ceiling glowing from string lights strewn across it, and then the dark walls and Sun Devil paraphernalia tacked to them behind the bar.
As Nova started her song, people jumped from their seats and danced all around her, blocking her from my view.
A man slid into my booth, threw an arm across the back, behind my shoulders, and leaned in, eyeing me up and down like a piece of candy. “Hi. I noticed you from across the bar.”
“Yeah?” I gave him a quick grin and looked over his almost-black hair and brown eyes. He reminded me of Ace a little bit. An ache twinged in my chest. I missed Ace.
“You’re not with that girl, right?” He narrowed his eyes. “’Cause I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you at The Club on Mill.”
I turned to face him. “No, I’m not with her. She’s a friend of mine, and yes, I’ve been to The Club.” Interesting way of making sure I was queer.
With his face lighting up, he said, “I’m Jimmy. What’s your name?” He edged in closer to me, his body heat warming my side.
“Hi, Jimmy, I’m Zoma.” I lifted my chin. When would he ask about the origin of my name?
“Zoma?” His gaze fell to my mouth and met mine. “That’s a nice name.” He raked his teeth across his lower lip. “You, uh, want to go someplace more private?”
I stared at him. “What?” Jesus, no small talk at all? Didn’t even care to ask about my name?
“You’re my type, and I’m not one for wasting time.” He glanced toward Nova. “She won’t even know you’re gone.”
“That quick, huh?” He couldn’t be much of a good lay. But fuck, Ace. I couldn’t do that to him. I fingered the stem of my glass. But we weren’t exclusive, right? How would I feel if he’d hooked up with a guy while he was out on the road? My gut wrenched. Fucking terrible. “Uh, no. I’m seeing someone, and I?—”
“You have a boyfriend?” He eyed me. “Isn’t that sort of boring? I mean, what’s the point in being gay if you’re not going to fuck around?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Not yet, anyway. With a scoff, I shifted away from Jimmy. “But not all gay men want to fuck around.” Especially if they’ve found something special. “I take it you’ve never had a boyfriend?”
“I have. But it was an open relationship. Keeps things fresh, you know?” Sneaking his lower lip between his teeth, he looked me up and down. “I’d really like to get to know you better.”
“Get to know me in the carnal sense or the personal sense?” Heat flickered through my chest. I wasn’t sure I liked this guy much. He’d been hot initially, but after he’d opened his mouth, not so much.
“In the personal sense first, then we can get to the good stuff. Since I take it you need to be chatted up before you put out.” He ticked a brow. “What do you say? Can I buy you a shot or something?” He flagged down a server and ordered a beer. “What do you want? Tequila, whiskey, what?”
“Nothing. I’m good with my wine.” I glanced at my almost empty glass. Shit.
“Get him another wine.” He gave her a fake smile, and the server left.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll buy my own drink.” More like I didn’t want him buying me drinks or talking to me and definitely not sitting so close to me. How the hell was I going to get out of this without Nova? We had a secret sign to help each other out of situations like this without causing a scene.
“I got it.” He slid closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Now, tell me about yourself. Are you a student here?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hated to be mean to people, but he might be asking for it. “I’m a graduate student.” I gritted my teeth. When the hell was Nova going to finish her damn song?
“Oh? I just graduated last year with my bachelor’s in business. What are you studying?”
The server brought our drinks, and he slipped her his card.
“No, wait, I want to pay for my wine.” I fished cash out of my pocket and handed it to her. It was more than enough. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” She left.
“You didn’t need to do that.” He sipped his beer. “After all, you’re probably a starving student while I have a job.”
“I’m not starving.” Pursing my lips, I peeked through the crowd at Nova, singing and swaying to the music. This had to be the last run-through of the chorus, right?
“Okay. So what are you studying?” He lifted his brows.
“I’m studying physical education. I want to be a coach.” I rubbed my temple. Why had I added the last bit?
“Really?” Narrowing his eyes, he said, “What sport do you want to coach? You look a little small for football, and usually, coaches have played the sport they coach. Haven’t they?”
“Figure skating. I’m a figure skater.” My chest swarmed with heat. I hated being judged.
Nova ended the song and strolled to our table. “Oh, what have we here?” She picked up my wine and sipped it, focusing on Jimmy.
Thank fucking God. Giving her a pointed look, I rubbed the tip of my nose. “Nova? Meet Jimmy.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh…” As a smirk swept over her mouth, she said, “It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy, but we’ve got to go. I just got a call from a friend of ours, and she’s in trouble.” She grabbed my arm and hauled me out of the booth. “Come on now, Zoma.” Grabbing my wine, she chugged it down, winced, and plunked the glass on the table. “Damn, that is some cheap-ass wine.”
Jimmy stood from the booth. “What sort of trouble is your friend in? Maybe I can help.”
Shaking her head, Nova said, “Oh, it’s a private situation.” Her gaze flicked to me. “Come on now.”
Attagirl. Throwing Jimmy my best smile, I said, “It was nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you around another time.”
“Sure. We can continue this at The Club on Mill sometime.” He picked up his beer.
“Yep.” With a tilt of my head, Nova hauled me out of the place.
When we hit the bustling street, she asked, “What the hell was going on?” She wound her arm in mine as we strode.
“The guy wanted a hookup, and I guess he’d seen me at the gay bar.” I watched my shiny black shoes as we walked. Would I tell Ace about the guy if he asked how my night was? Probably not. Why bother him with it? It didn’t go anywhere. But would it have if Ace wasn’t in my life?
“He was pretty good-looking. I’m surprised you didn’t take him up on his offer.” Her curly hair bounced along the back of her jean jacket as we passed under streetlights and trees rising from the sidewalk.
“He was sort of a dick.” But was that really why? I bit my lip.
“Never stopped you before.” As her breath caught, she stopped and twisted me to face her. “Wait, is this because of Ace?” The corner of her lip curled. “Do you like him so much you refused a hookup?”
I laughed through a scoff. “What? No.” But she was absolutely right. “We’ve only been together three times. It’s too new for that.”
“Who’s to say what number of dates you need to have to get feelings for someone?” She wrinkled her forehead and pulled on my arm. “Come on, Zoma, you like him. A lot. Just admit it.”
Slumping my shoulders, I said, “Yes, I do.” She could always see right through me. “And yes, I don’t want to be with anyone else. A hookup just doesn’t feel right.”
“I knew it.” As she broke out in a wide smile, she said, “I’ve got a feeling about this thing with you and Ace. I think it’s going to go somewhere.”
My heart fluttered and my gut tensed. “Don’t say that, Nova. He’s leaving at the end of the year with an NHL contract, and who knows where he’ll go? I still have another year of school to finish.”
“Ever heard of online classes?” She smirked and started walking, pulling me along beside her. “There are all sorts of possibilities. Don’t always think he’s going to leave you behind like asshole did.”
“Three times, Nova. I’ve been with him three fucking times.” Shaking my head, I choked out a laugh. “He might be an axe murderer or something, and I have no idea.”
“Oh my God, quit being so dramatic.” She tsked.
Sunday afternoon, after my lessons at the Ice Den, I drove to Ace’s house to meet the squad. After pulling up to the squarish white-painted brick house in Tempe, I sat in my car and looked it over. The place had nice desert landscaping and a large mesquite tree centered in the front yard, giving the home shade from the constant sun.
I thought over last night. I wouldn’t mention Jimmy if Ace asked me how my night was. I climbed out of my car and strolled across the driveway and front walk, peeking at my outfit, a white athletic shirt with black joggers, in the front window. I hadn’t wanted to dress too fancy and be out of place. I’d be hanging out with hockey players all day, after all.
The door flew open, and Ace jogged out. “Zoma.” His smile lit up his face as he opened his arms wide and then wrapped them around my hips and picked me up, my feet leaving the ground and legs nowhere to go except around his waist. “Missed you.” He planted a hard kiss on my cheek and brought me toward the entryway.
“What are you doing?” He was carrying me? My cheeks heated at the same time my heart flapped around like a wild bird in a cage. No, not a good way to meet his friends.
“What?” He walked through the doorway. “Guys, meet Zoma.”
Barking out a laugh, a man with wavy brown hair and light-blue eyes sat in a chair at a dinette and pointed at us. “Ace, he’s not a toy. Put him down.”
Another man with lighter hair, sitting next to the first, rubbed his eyes and chuckled. “Why am I not surprised? Fucking goalies.”
“No goalie jokes today.” Ace set me down and grabbed my hand. “Sorry, but I was excited to see you.” He pressed a warm kiss on my lips.
“It’s okay.” Hiking up on my tiptoes, I ruffled his hair. “I was, uh, excited to see you too.” I scraped my gaze over his muscled body, wrapped in his team gear. He was like a Labrador sometimes and a Doberman at other times.
“Zoma, this is Archer.” He pointed at the man with the lighter hair. “And Mason.” He waved his hand at the other man. “The newest addition to the Coyotes.”
“Wow, I’m pleased to meet you both.” They stood and greeted me, shaking my hand, and then sat back down and offered me a chair at the table.
“Where are Myles and Tyler?” I looked past a green sectional with black tables and down a hallway.
“They were showering. They had some studying to finish this morning.” Ace slid a chair beside mine and sat, both of us across from Archer and next to Mason.
“So, Ace says you’re a figure skater for ASU?” Archer’s gaze found mine.
“I am. I, uh…” Should I admit this to them right off the bat? No, my failure at the Olympic trials and making it in the figure skating world didn’t need to be stated. “I skate for the college, and I teach lessons for kids at the Ice Den.”
“Yeah?” Tilting his head, Archer studied me. “That’s cool. If I didn’t make it into the NHL, I thought about coaching or being a trainer. I wanted to stay close to the sport in some way.”
Mason propped his elbows on the table and tented his fingers. “I always knew I was going to the NHL. I was drafted out of high school and signed my contract this year.”
Yeah, I knew how hockey drafts worked after watching Brody go through it. Mason must be a star player. “That’s great, Mason. I assume they’re starting you?”
“Yep.” He smirked. “With none other than Jett Jarvis and Alex Volkov.”
“It’s interesting. Mason’s a hot head.” Archer huffed out a chuckle. “How many fights so far?”
“Why are you even counting? You knew what to expect. I can finally punch a dude on the ice and not get a two-game disqualification for it.” He leaned back in his chair, lifting it onto the two back legs. “Hey, Ace, I was told there would be beer? It’s our day off.” He wagged his brows at me. “Know anything about hockey?”
“I know enough.” With a smile, I nodded my head. I liked these guys.
Jumping from his chair, Ace said, “Are your legs broken, Hopkins? The refrigerator’s right there.” Ace pointed toward the kitchen and strutted into it.
“I don’t live here anymore. I’m a guest now in your home, and I expect to be treated as such.” He tutted. “God, what terrible service they have in this place.”
Archer rolled his eyes. “And this is how it starts.”
“You’re the one who moved out and left me with the ninnies.” Ace opened the refrigerator and pulled out a six-pack of canned beer.
“The what?” Myles strolled into the room and stopped at the table. “Oh, hi, Zoma.” He patted me on the shoulder and focused on Ace. “What did you call me and Tyler?”
Tyler walked out of the hallway, his blond hair still wet. “I think I heard the endearing term of ninny .” As he reached me, he held out his fist. “Hey, Zoma. Welcome to our castle.”
Ace planted the six-pack on the table, tore it open, and handed out beers. “It’s been a fun year so far.” Rounding the table, he side-hugged Tyler and then Mason. “You know I love you guys.”
“Yeah, we know.” Myles beamed at Ace. “We love you too, man.”
“Same.” Tyler kissed Ace’s cheek. “Now, time for a beer.” Tyler snicked his can open and took a few gulps. “Perfect.”
I opened my beer and sipped it. “So all of you used to live together here?” I looked around me. Had they shared bedrooms?
“No, we’ve rented different houses over the years, depending on how many of us were in college at the time. We go home for the summer.” Mason eyed me. “I heard this is your first year here? You grew up in Colorado Springs and got your bachelor’s there?”
“That’s right.” With a nod, I studied him. He was the Coyotes hot new center and played the same position as Brody. He was a bit cocky but also seemed like a guy who’d have your back. I was never sure if Brody had my back or not. I wouldn’t bring him up. Why the hell was he always pushing through in my thoughts?
“What are your plans after graduation next year?” Archer drank some beer, his gaze winding to mine. “There’s not much professional figure skating in Arizona, is there? Isn’t that something Colorado Springs is known for?”
“I, uh…” I gazed at my beer, my hand wrapping around it on the table. “Yeah, but I don’t know where I’ll go after graduation.”
“Why? Are you not close with your parents?” Archer furrowed his brows, leaned over, and touched my forearm. “It’s cool. I’ve had to deal with a father who wasn’t great at times. But we’ve been working it out, and things are better now.” He glanced at Ace. “Still don’t think I’d ever want to live in Duluth again though.”
With a peek at Archer, I said, “No, my parents are great.” I wasn’t going to mention Brody. Fuck.
“He had a bad breakup back home and needed a change of scenery.” Ace planted his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “He’s got a good group of kids at the Ice Den. Who knows? Maybe he can put Phoenix on the map for figure skating champions someday.” He leaned in close to me. “Dream big or don’t dream at all.” He pressed a soft kiss on my cheek.
“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Ace’s softer side is coming out.” Mason cackled and drank his beer.
“I like his soft side.” With my chest warming, my gaze met Ace’s. The truth was, I liked all his sides.
Dipping his head, Ace’s cheeks pinked.
“Dudes, who’s playing what position and on what team, eh?” Myles shifted his weight as he stood to the side of me.
Lifting a hand, I said, “Can I play center on a team?” I glanced at each of them. Were they going to think I was nuts?
“Sure. You can play center on my team, but I’m not the goalie. I’ll be your winger.” Ace threw a look at Archer.
“Fine, I’ll play goalie with you guys.” He huffed and drank his beer. “Ace never wants to be the damn goalie.”
“Mason, you going to be goalie for us?” Tyler wagged his brows at Mason.
“Why not? Goaltending is easy. Not much to it.” Mason chuckled.
Ace shoved Mason’s shoulder. “You always say that, and then you let the puck go by you every time.” He came in close and whispered in my ear, “Mason is the worst goalie ever. We’ll cream these guys.”
“Good.” As a broad smile swept over my lips, I nodded. Somehow, I fit right in with Ace’s friends. They already felt like family.
After a few hours of NHL and some pizzas to go with our beers, we ended the game and said goodbye to Archer and Mason, and then Tyler and Myles said goodnight and left for their rooms. I had a feeling they were leaving us alone on purpose. I sat on the couch with Ace, the television droning on with a random sitcom.
He uncurled his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders and shifted to angle toward me. “You seemed to have a good time with my friends.”
“I did. They’re all nice guys. And funny.” With a nod, I tapped the pull tab on my beer can, sitting between my thighs. “They made me feel like we’d known each other forever.” I cut my gaze to his.
“Yeah, they’re good like that.” A smirk crept across his mouth. “They know you’re pretty special to me.”
My eyes widened. Special? Was he feeling the same way I was about us? But fuck, who knew what would happen at the end of the year? Maybe I should slow this down before my heart was thoroughly broken again. But how?
“Did you have a good time at karaoke last night?” He edged in closer to me.
“I did.” Shit, don’t talk about Jimmy. I sucked down some beer.
“Yeah? How late did you stay?” He turned and wrapped his hand over mine, resting on my thigh.
“Not very. Nova only sang one song. Dancing Queen.” I freed a sharp chuckle. One song because she had to rip me out of there and away from Jimmy. “She loves to sing that because everyone always gets up and dances with her.”
“Yeah? You too?” He tilted his head, touching the side of my hair with his forehead.
“No, I was, uh…I stayed in the booth.” My heart hammered in my ears. Fuck this, I had to tell him. “Ace, I want you to know something.” I’d start there. My grip tightened over my beer can.
“What?” Lifting his head, he fixated on me, his brows creasing.
He already looked worried. “A guy was hitting on me last night, but nothing happened. I mean, I wouldn’t let it happen. Nova sang only the one song because she got me out of there and away from him.” Holy hell, I didn’t say that right. I gauged his reaction.
He breathed in deeply and scrubbed his face. “Who was the guy? I’m going to kill him.” He fisted his hand.
“Uh, Ace? He was some random guy. I’m sure I’ll never see him again.” My breath snagged. Except, fuck, at The Club. Was Ace seriously going to go after a guy for hitting on me? Was he that possessive?
He pulled my head against his chest and kissed my hair. “Sorry, I sound like a crazy person. But you make me crazy.” He huffed a sigh. “I’m glad you told me, and I’m glad you didn’t hook up with the guy.” He relaxed his grip on me.
“Yeah?” I gazed deeply into his eyes, the flecks of gold showing in the brown of his irises, the mussed dark hair falling over his forehead. He was gorgeous, and to think I’d gotten such emotion from him… “I’m not going to hook up with anybody, not as long as we’re together.”
As the hint of a smile curled the edges of his lips, he said, “That’s what I wanted to hear. We’re exclusive.” He buried his face in my neck with a quick embrace and planted a hard kiss on my lips. “God, I was hoping for this last night.” He exhaled a long breath. “I about drove myself crazy wondering if it would be too soon for us to be exclusive.”
“Guess it isn’t.” I twisted on the couch, angling toward him, and cupped his cheek. “Ace, I don’t want anything to do with anyone else.” God, I was not following my own damn plan. But I didn’t care. He deserved more of me.
“I feel the same.” He claimed me in a hungry kiss, slipping his tongue between my lips.
With a soft moan, I slanted my mouth over his. He tasted like beer and pizza and my Ace. As warmth bloomed in my chest, I wove my fingers through his hair. I was falling for him. No doubt about it. But he was so open and honest with me and nothing like Brody or any guy I’d ever been with.
As our kisses heated further, he plucked the beer can from my thighs. “Finish this. We’re going to my bedroom.”
“Yeah?” With a coy grin, I downed the beer and set it on the coffee table. What would we do tonight?
He stood, bent over, and scooped me up from the couch, one arm under my shoulders and the other under my knees.
Giggling, I said, “What are you doing?” But hell, he was strong.
“Taking you to my bed.” He winked and stomped down the hallway with me in his arms.
A doorway opened and Tyler peeked out. “No fucking way.” He chortled.
“Shut up, Tyler.” With a wicked grin, he carried me through a doorway into his bedroom and set me on the bed.
“Whatever floats your boat!” Tyler shouted from the hallway.
Ace shut his door, strutted to the bed, and shoved me to my back. “First, we have to lose the pants. Because I’ve been thinking about having your beautiful dick in my mouth for days.” He unfastened my joggers and skimmed them down my legs, leaving my thin, silky briefs. Trailing his tongue over his lips, he said, “Goddamn, you look tasty.” He crouched between my legs and palmed my swelling cock.
As heat flashed over my skin, my dick pulsed against his hand. “He’s been thinking about being in your mouth too.” I sank my teeth into my lower lip. Not only had he told me I was special, he treated me like I was. It wasn’t something I was used to with all the quick hookups I’d had. And it wasn’t like Brody ever… Fuck Brody.
Licking up my shaft through the thin fabric, he dipped his tongue under the band and fluttered it over my tip. “Fuck, you always taste so good.” He groaned and pushed his face against my balls, breathing me in. “Smell so fucking good.”
Goosebumps broke out over my thighs. He was so close to where I wanted him to be. “Suck my cock, Ace, please,” I rasped.
He lowered the band of my briefs to the base of my dick and swallowed me whole in wet heat.
Shuddering, I bucked my hips. “Oh fuck.” I combed my fingers through his dark hair and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth.
He swirled his mouth around the crown and flicked his tongue against my slit, and then sucked me to the back of his throat and swallowed.
A shock of sensation threaded through my gut and tightened my balls. If he kept this up, I wouldn’t last, and I really wanted to fuck him again. “Ace, come up here.” I also wanted him close after our talk on the couch. I pulled on his shoulders.
He left my cock with a wet pop and crawled over me to hover on his straight arms. “What do you want, Zoma? I’ll do anything.”
My gaze dropped to his team sweats, his thick cockhead poking out of the band. He was absolutely delicious. “I want to top again. You okay with that?”
“Sure.” He raised one corner of his mouth. “But this time, we face each other.” He crept from the bed and stood before throwing off his shirt and dropping his sweats and underwear to the floor. “By the way, I made my bed for you, but I guess maybe I shouldn’t have.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Seeing as how you never even saw it.”
I sat up and looked around me, taking in the deep-blue duvet and white sheets folded over the top of it. The slatted headboard was made of a dark wood that matched his nightstand and dresser. “Oh, very nice, Ace. You have a matching bedroom set.” I wasn’t sure I had expected that from him.
“I do.” He knelt on the bed in front of me, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it up. “I’ve had this set since high school. My mom and I went shopping together when she decided I needed something bigger than a twin-sized bed, and I picked it out. She’d said I could take it with me when I moved out for college.” He motioned with his hands for me to lift my hips and grabbed the band of my briefs.
“Yeah? That’s a nice story.” He was undressing me like I couldn’t do it myself. Or maybe he just wanted to do it? Whatever, if he liked it, I was on board.
“I guess so.” He threw my underwear to the floor and chuckled. “I have no idea why I even told you that just now,” he said. “I think all my blood is in my dick, and I’m rambling.”
I glanced at the almost purple color of his solid cock. “Looks like it might be.” I pushed on his shoulder, and he rolled to lie on his back. Slipping over him, I propped myself on my elbows, our hot dicks slotting together between us, the heat of him shivering up my spine. I had him right where I wanted him. Rolling my hips, I pressed my shaft against his. Tension coiled in my gut.
Arching his head back on the pillow, he let out a low moan and focused on me. “Come here.” He grabbed the back of my head and tugged, crushing our lips together in a ravenous kiss and sliding his tongue against mine.
With a whimper, I rocked harder against him, the pressure and friction of our rubbing cocks heightening my need for him. As we quickened the pace of our hips, I bit at his lower lip and nibbled on his jaw.
He kneaded my back with his big hands as he worked them down to my ass and squeezed. “Fuck, you have a nice body.” Wrapping his legs around mine, he tilted his head, exposing his neck to me.
I licked and kissed down the column of his neck, then bit my way to a nipple and sucked it into my mouth.
“Holy fuck.” His cock pulsated against my stomach and the tip glided against me as precum coated it. “Do that more.”
“Hell yes.” I fluttered my tongue over the hard nub, licked my way to the other one, and gave it a soft bite.
With a throaty groan, he arched his back and panted. “Fuck me, Zoma.”
I sucked and licked at his nipple again, harsher this time. Finding out what made him lose his mind was half the fun. “I’m not done playing with you yet,” I said, giving the other nipple a pinch.
His skin pebbled and his thighs shuddered. “Oh fuck…” He groaned, grabbed me under the armpits, and lifted me so our mouths collided in rough kisses, his tongue slipping against my own. He pinned me to him, one hand on my ass and the other laying flat between my shoulder blades, his hips thrusting his hard cock against mine.
A wave of pleasure swept over me, and I kissed him with abandon. His hold on me was solid and unwavering, the same as his personality. Something about it made me feel…safe? Yes, safe. No bullshit, just both of us giving ourselves to the other. No holding back.
He broke the kisses and nuzzled my neck. “Need you.” Lifting his legs on either side of me, my hips fell, and my dick nudged his hole. “Can’t wait anymore.” He flung his nightstand drawer open and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Here.”
I lifted onto my elbows, slathered the lube on my fingers, and slicked his hole. It clenched at my touch. “You are ready.” With a smirk, I stroked his leaking cock a few times.
“Careful.” He batted my forearm, moving my hand off him. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now. It won’t take much to make me go off.”
“Yeah?” I pressed a lingering kiss on his mouth. “Good.” As I brushed my mouth over his and licked at his lips, I snuck a finger inside him and rubbed.
With a roll of his hips, a deep moan rumbled out of him. “Don’t need much, remember.”
“I remember.” Hell, did he want me to not prep him at all? A shudder rolled over me. God, that could be hot. He’d be so fucking tight. I slipped another finger inside and pumped, rubbing against his inner bundle of nerves.
He squirmed below me, his brows tensing and mouth dropping open. “Yeah, now. I’m ready.” As I shifted, he tucked his knees into his armpits, exposing himself to me.
Holy hell, he was so flexible. Could he put his legs behind his head? I mean, there was a time when I… Shut up, Zoma. Now is not the time . I took a hard swallow, lined my cock to his hole, and worked it inside. “Oh fuck…” I closed my eyes as pleasure shook through my insides. As my balls rested against his ass, I fluttered my eyes open, claimed him in deep kisses, and rocked my hips in long, slow thrusts.
Moaning into our kisses, he wrapped his legs around my waist, hooking his ankles at the small of my back, and placed his palms on my cheeks as if holding me in place.
As I gazed deeply into his darkened eyes, we kissed with tender brushes of our mouths, nibbles on our lips, and glides of our tongues. Sex had always been a rushed, harried event, but not with him. He drew it out like he was pulling all the emotion out of me. And the way he held me, like he’d never let me go. Holy fuck, I was falling for him. If there was any question left in my mind, it was gone now.
As sensation built inside me, my balls ached. Gradually, our pace quickened, and my thrusts became needful. As my body surged with sudden pleasure, I gasped against his cheek. “Fuck, Ace, I’m coming.” Holy hell, it had come on without notice. As pleasure spasmed inside me, my toes curled, and my body tensed.
He tightened his hold on me and peppered me with kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
As it slowed, I came to my senses, snuck my hand between us, and then fisted my hand over his cock and pumped.
“Holy fuck.” His face tensed and he reared his head back, his lips parting as gasp after gasp broke free from his mouth. As his cock jerked in my fingers, hot cum coated my hand and stomach.
As he calmed, his body relaxed beneath me, and he let out a long, soft sigh. “Damn, that was good.”
And each time got even better. I pressed a kiss on his lips, rolled my hips, and my waning cock slipped out of him. “Let’s clean up and meet back here.”
“Hell yes.” As his eyes closed, a grin ghosted over his mouth. “I’m not letting you go home yet.”