My One Rule (An Ace & Oliver Novella)

1. Oliver

One

Oliver

We drive along the coast, the sun beating down on us and our hair blowing in the wind.

Ace looks dazzling with the smile he wears. It’s about time. Our relationship has been non stop chaotic. Mostly from outside forces. And while I love the friends I’ve made, I’m enjoying the start of our trip; just the two of us.

Ace’s Tesla has the best AC I’ve ever experienced. He rolls up the window and I bask in the cool air enveloping us.

Accepting a job position as a House Pet from an ad on Craigslist was stupid as hell, yet turned into a life changing experience. My thoughts buoy from where I started when I first met him to where I am now. My parents and entire congregation are shunning me. In those final months I was drowning in loneliness and even considered going back to the meetings. It was the only way I could crawl out of the hole I found myself in, or so I thought.

To think a Craigslist ad saved my life is wild.

Ace glances over at me and gives me the warmest grin. My heart stutters in my chest and I squeeze his hand.

Now that I’m all healed from the accident, we’re spending some time away as a very late birthday celebration. As we packed for the trip I pointed out that it was nearly my twenty-second birthday, it was a little late to celebrate now. But Ace had that pleading warmth in his eyes. How could I say no?

“A Thursday to Saturday, though?” I had asked.

Was he trying to get a better price? Was he taking me somewhere that was expensive even for a millionaire?

I didn’t pester him though because it didn’t matter.

Besides, after both our recoveries, everyone, especially Chance, said we deserved a weekend away.

To be honest, I think my best friend just wants to have sex with his girlfriend uninterrupted in the giant mansion.

Ace loudly stated in front of everyone how our friend deserved to be as loud as I usually am. Somehow I didn’t die of embarrassment.

Ace returns his gaze to the road and I let my mind wander again as my gaze goes out to the sea where white caps break out across the surface without reason. The sea is so turbulent and incredible, the same as life can be.

There’s so much to be happy about, yet my mind crawls back into the stuff that’s tucked away. I want it to stay put away, but the second unopened letter from my mom comes to mind. Why can’t I bring myself to read this one?

The first one was easy to ignore. They kicked me out for being gay. Their love felt conditional. I mean, it was hard, of course. But I got over it.

It’s different now, though. I literally almost died and they were ready to let me die.

Is this a letter saying she still supports their decision? Or is it a letter expressing how awful she feels about everything?

“Ollie?”

Ace’s voice startles me and I jump.

His soft chuckle quells the jumble of emotions raging inside me.

“We’re here.”

The sparkle in his gray eyes is hard to look away from. However, the sound of the city and the gates to welcome us to the hotel are insane and steal my attention!

We pull up to a tower where a guy and Ace start chatting away.

“Enjoy your stay at the resort,” the man says with a beaming grin.

“Wow, what is this place?”

Ace does a little dance in his seat then starts gesturing around the tall, yellow buildings. Vines climb some of the walls and there are little terraces with string lights that aren’t on now but will be later. The clay roofs add to the atmosphere. I roll down my window and the car is instantly filled with what sounds like an electric violin.

“I wanted you to have the best weekend ever. I haven’t been here in a really long time…” He swallows hard. “With my mom.”

Now I’m feeling something caught in my throat. I’m special enough to bring to a place he was last with his mom? No way.

“Ace..”

He quickly changes the subject. “And there’s a tiki bar in the adults only pool and a bathing suit optional pool…”

My eyes go wide. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing too.

“At seven pm I have a reservation for us at the Italian restaurant. I figured we can spend most of the afternoon checking everything out, go to dinner, then we can go swimming if you’re up for it.”

I nod. “I’m up for anything!”

Wait . “Well, I’m not sure about the naked pool though…”

He snickers.

We get to the main office building and check in.

The man running the desk is way too excited about his job. “Welcome, I’m Terry and if you need any help, feel free to give me a call on my personal cell, Mr. Maverick.”

Ace nods. “Thanks.”

I can’t imagine what type of problems would require the use of that, but I guess this man knows my man and doesn’t want to risk anything.

As they’re getting everything set up, I look around the enormous lobby. The white floors shine so bright and the giant wooden ceiling fans spin lazily. Outside I can see one of the pools where children are jumping and splashing around.

There’s a sign behind us pointing in the direction of public restrooms, a movie theatre and an information booth.

“Enjoy your stay,” Terry says with a huge smile as Ace takes the keys and grabs my hand.

As we walk away, Ace flips the card from front to back before shoving it in his sleek leather wallet with his free hand.

“What would we call him for?”

Ace shrugs and opens my door for me. I climb in and try to guess which building we’ll be staying in.

We park at building three and grab our suitcases from the trunk. We roll them behind us as we wind through the hallways and past other doors and up the stairs, I wonder if all the buildings are the same or if they differ in some way. Does money factor into each one? Are all guests given Terry’s number or is Ace actually receiving special treatment?

“Here,” Ace says, swiping the key in front of room 313.

He gestures for me to enter first and once I flick on the light, it’s a huge change of scenery. The hallways were all concrete and rather drab looking. The interior is the complete opposite.

The marble floors start at the entrance and flow through the entire space. There’s a mini kitchen to the right and straight ahead is a big double glass paned door leading out to a little balcony. I follow it and jump when the door slams closed behind us.

“I’ll never get over how jumpy you are,” he says with a laugh.

My face is for sure a shade of pink as I wiggle and stick my tongue out at him.

There’s a little living room with a couch and some chairs and to the left is the bedroom.

Ace rolls his suitcase into the room, flicks on the light and to the very left of the door is a Jacuzzi!

“Sweet!” I’m tempted to start stripping now.

“Let’s go see the view.”

I park my suitcase next to his. They’re matching, the only difference is mine is littered with pins I started collecting since moving into Ace’s place. Everywhere he takes me, I find a pin.

Some are extra special, some I just liked the look of.

“Come on,” he says impatiently. Grabbing my hand he leads me outside and we take in the lovely view.

I shield my face with my hand from the sun beating down on us.

There’s a bean shaped pool down below with what looks like an edge flowing down to some jungled area down below.

“What is that?” I ask, squinting to try and get a better idea.

“It’s an infinity pool.”

“Oh, cool!”

I try to bite back my excitement as I look at the sand that leads to the ocean beyond that.

I look over to Ace to see how he’s feeling.

“Are you used to this kind of thing?”

I wonder if he finds my excitement embarrassing?

Ace turns his head to the side. His expression reads amusement though I’m not sure why.

Encircling me in his arms, he bends down and his gaze is intoxicating. “I know you’re really excited and I am too.”

“But?”

A weird knot of nerves bundles in my stomach. Instantly all my fears from the car ride come crashing back to me. Does he regret taking such an intimate trip with me?

I swallow hard.

“All I want to do is toss you on that bed and do all sorts of things to you.”

The nerves dissipate immediately and my throat tightens at the hunger in those slate eyes.

His thumb gently runs across my arm, sending warmth to my core. He shifts and his boner bumps me.

“Sorry,” he says, though there’s no remorse in his eyes.

Oh shit I can feel my face turning beat red.

Leaning down he presses a kiss to my lips and I tilt my head up to deepen it.

“There’s time for both,” I whisper against his lips after he pulls away slightly.

He smiles against my mouth. “Okay, but only if you don’t mind.”

I break away and his eyebrows arch up in question. I don’t say anything but pull him off the balcony.

An eager understanding blooms across his face and he lets me lead him to the bedroom, only pausing so he can close the door and close the light, airy curtains.

Without words we climb into the bed. I lay down first and let him straddle me. His hands roam my skin under my shirt as he bends down and kisses me. Slowly his tongue flicks into my mouth and I take the opportunity to suck it which causes him to groan. It’s so hot.

There’s a steady flame burning in my body as he eases my shirt off and his lips wander across my skin as if it’s the first time.

As he works his way down, I weave my fingers through his hair, messing it up. The harder I tug, the harder he sucks on me. At one point he stops sucking and hovers over body and just grinds his hips, and his hard dick into mine as I massage his head.

After a few minutes he comes back so we’re face to face. “I love you, Oliver.”

The words make my chest swell. “I love you too.”

We stay in that moment for a while before I reach up and kiss him with a renewed sense of passion. It’s the tinder to grow the fire and Ace’s starts tearing away my pants and boxers.

My dick springs into the air and is quickly being worked by Ace’s hand.

“Ohh,” I mumble, scared I’m going to cum in a matter of seconds.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I… I won’t last long,” I answer breathlessly.

“Good.”

He’s just as breathless as me.

He leaves my lips and gives attention to my dick.

Gripping my hips with both hands he devours me.

At first it’s a long hard suck, then his head bobs up and down slowly. Eventually he works his way so my hard cock is fully encompassed in his mouth and throat and he sucks me to the back of his throat repeatedly.

“Shit..”

The orgasm steals my breath away and crashes through my body with such an intense force I start panting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He continues swallowing me and my cum.

My body stills and I throw my head back.

“My turn,” he whispers.

I’m not sure what he wants but quickly he’s helping me roll onto my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“For what?”

My entire body is relaxed and I can’t move.

“I’m a rag doll.”

“Do you want me to wait until later?”

My answer is trying to perk my ass up in the air for him.

“Have at it,” I say.

Despite being tired, it’s been too long since he’s railed me.

Well, it’s been two weeks.

But living with other people has stopped us from doing as much as I think we would if we lived alone. I wouldn’t have it any other way, though. Chance is my best friend and I love having Maggie around.

Martha, Ace’s House Manager, is so sweet too. Sometimes it’s like she’s my adopted mom. Maybe it’s weird to think about her like that.

My thoughts are cut back to the present when Ace’s hand gentle cups my ass and lube is squirted around my hole.

Gently he works his finger in me to open me up. I thought I was tired but it activates the need and desire in me.

“Ohhhhh,” I moan loudly.

Shit I forgot we’re at a resort surrounded by other people.

I clamp my hand over my mouth and grind against the finger he has inside me.

“God, I’ve missed this.”

I hold in a laugh. It hasn’t really been that long.

The chills running through my body swat that thought away completely. It has been forever.

When he pulls his finger out I feel empty and grind my ass into nothing, needing to be filled by him.

My desperation subsides for a moment when I glance back and see him lathering his hard dick with more lube. He catches me looking and takes his time, torturing me.

I rest my head on crossed arms and watch him stroke himself a few times up and down.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, now sizing up my ass.

I don’t know what to say so I just bite my bottom lip and poorly suppress a smile.

The moment the head of his dick touches my hole my eyes snap shut and I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for him to fill me up.

There’s no burning like the first few times as any discomfort is long gone, however, my breath hitches as he works his dick into me and the pleasure spreads from my ass down to the palms of my hands and soles of my feet. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of Ace filling me.

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks in a husky voice.

I can tell he won’t last long at all.

“So good,” I mumble.

I’m expecting him to pummel me or reach around and play with my semi.

What he does instead makes my head tingle.

With a firm grip he holds my hips and slowly pulls all the way out and dips back into me. The pace is torture yet utterly toe curling.

I find myself lifting my ass higher trying to keep him in me longer. After a full minute of this torture, I get up on my elbows and start bouncing off his dick.

There’s no frustration like I feared.

Ace gasps and I take the opportunity to ride him as fast I like and my moans echo throughout the room.

“Ollieeee!” He pleads into the room and then his body is twitching and he’s grunting loudly.

My dick pulsates and I catch what I can in my hand.

Exhausted, I collapse on the bed, Ace landing on top of me with half his weight.

Neither of us rush to move, laying like this and catching our breath.

My lips are numb and sleep threatens to overtake me. My body is mush.

Ace lifts himself off me, pulling out of me.

I listen to him go to the attached bathroom and clean up. Turning my head, I watch him fix his hair and buckle his pants.

“Aren’t you going to change?” I ask.

“Into what?”

“Something a little more comfy?”

Ace looks himself over in the mirror, then to me again. “You’re right.”

The cum starts to seep through my fingers and I race to the bathroom.

Ace is back in the room changing while I use the toilet and fix my sex hair. I kinda like how long and curly it’s gotten in the back and sides. I’ve been waiting for his dad to say something, but he hasn’t and I’m not gonna offer.

Once I’m done cleaning up, I dive back into the bed.