10
BLOW (MY MIND)
IT WAS EVIDENT as we dashed past Ace’s friends with just a wave that he didn’t seem to mind that we’d spent less than an hour at the party he’d sponsored. But I didn’t think he’d fully thought through what the press would think when we emerged onto the sidewalk and the questions started.
“Were you asked to leave the party early?”
“Is it true you’re feuding with the cast?”
Jesus, I hadn’t even thought about what it would look like if we left early, and Ace hesitated for the briefest of moments. Two seconds later, though, we were moving again, and thankfully our driver had parked directly in front of Licked, so we were through the crowd and in the back of the Town Car in record time.
As we pulled away, I kept my head down, not wanting to give them a clear shot, but when Ace’s palm landed on my thigh, my eyes shot to his. There was a smile playing on his lips as he ran his fingers lightly across the material.
“What?” he asked. “I can’t…soothe my boyfriend after walking through a group of hungry paparazzi?” The fevered look in his eyes from minutes ago hadn’t been tempered; it was even more intense now in the dark, confined space.
“Right here? In the car?” I whispered.
He bit into his bottom lip and his fingers inched toward my cock, which was stiffening at a rapid pace at the arousal I felt radiating off Ace. I managed to tear my gaze away from his to look out the windows, checking to make sure there wasn’t anyone staring inside, but I could only see the lights of buildings we passed whiz by.
I tried to keep my voice down so the driver couldn’t hear me, but nodded in his direction when I said, “What if someone sees?”
“Guess we’ll have to be careful.”
Well, shit. “You like taking risks, don’t you, Locke?”
When he leaned across the seat and pressed his lips to my cheek, I swallowed back the groan that wanted to slip free.
“I never use to…” Ace said, and then chose that moment to graze his flattened palm over the zipper of my pants. “But lately it’s become harder to curb my impulses.”
I turned my head, and with his face so close I could see the way his pupils were blown and it had my breathing coming faster.
“Let me touch you,” Ace said, and I automatically looked toward the driver, but Ace wasn’t having any of that. His hand left its place between my legs to come up and grip my chin, turning my head back so I was facing him, and his eyes fell to my mouth. “Don’t worry about him. He’s paid well.”
Yeah, hell, who was I trying to kid? As if I wasn’t going to let him do what he’d just asked. I slid a little farther into the leather of the seat and spread my legs. Ace dropped his gaze down to my movements, and when a rumble of approval left his throat, I close to whimpered.
“See, this won’t be hard to achieve at all, will it?”
“Would you stop saying that word right now?” I knew I sounded particularly put out, but good God, I knew my limits and sitting in the back of a Town Car with Ace palming my—Fuck—
“Hard? Is that what you want me to stop saying? Because, Dylan,” Ace said, his warm breath ghosting over my parted lips as he continued to hold me captive with his powerful stare, “my cock’s been hard ever since I worked out that Alejandro was the one who watched me fuck you until you couldn’t walk that night at Syn.”
Damn… The reminder of why we were now in the back of this car speeding across town to Ace’s house was enough to have me bucking my hips up against the pressure of Ace’s hand.
“Do you remember how it felt?” he asked, as his fingers curled around the erection I now had no hope of controlling. “When I stripped you down to nothing, and had you kneel in front of me? In front of him?”
I gasped and reached down with one hand to press his more firmly against me. It wasn’t enough, though. I didn’t think anything could be enough to ease the ache he’d built with his words, the imagery, and the fierce way he was holding my gaze like some kind of sexual magician.
“Do you remember?” he asked again, this time in a voice that said he expected an answer.
I lifted my hand from where it was covering the top of his and gripped his bicep so hard I was surprised he didn’t tell me to let up. But if he was going to drive me out of my ever-loving mind with his filthy fucking recap of one of the hottest nights of my life, then I needed something to keep me grounded.
“Yes,” I said in a breathy voice I didn’t recognize. Ace nodded slowly, and then he reached up to untuck my button-down shirt from my pants, letting the length of it fall over where his hand had grazed only seconds earlier.
When my eyes flitted to the window to see if anyone was pulled up alongside or trailing behind us, Ace’s voice snapped me back to him.
“Close your eyes,” he said, and I gave him an incredulous look. “Pretend we’re back there…back at Syn…everyone’s eyes on us as I touch you.”
His hand moved under my shirt, and he unbuttoned my pants and then drew the zipper down. With a devilish smile on his face, his fingers dipped beneath my boxer briefs, and though my shirt somewhat concealed what his fingers were—fuck—wrapping around, I still found myself looking at the rearview mirror ahead to make sure the driver wasn’t paying attention.
“I won’t ask you again,” Ace said, his grip firm around my cock, but he wasn’t moving it farther, wasn’t giving me the friction I needed, so when my hips jerked up, he shook his head. Then his hand began to withdraw, and I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him.
As he waited to see what I would do, I tried to clear my mind of anything other than the man beside me, daring to make me feel good. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the seat and pushed his hand back down under my briefs. When his finger circled the head of my cock and then slicked the pre-cum down my length, I swallowed the groan that wanted to break free. He curled his hand around me again, gripping the base of my dick, and slowly—torturously—began to move up.
When his fist stroked back down and tightened at the root of my cock, my eyes flew open and I gritted my teeth. Ace’s lips curled into a smug smile of someone who knew he held all the power in the exchange going on, and while he was making me crazy, the fact that he felt this kind of freedom around me made me really fucking excited.
Was it really only weeks ago that I wasn’t even allowed to be seen in a car with him? And now here we were— Oh God…
“Problem, Daydream?”
The raspy sound of my name had me reaching for his face, and when I held his cheek in my hand, I searched his eyes for any kind of resistance, any kind of message that I shouldn’t do what I knew would be clearly written all over my expression. When I got nothing but another firm pull of my dick, that was it: this teasing fucker was mine.
I ran my hand to the back of his neck and tugged him forward so I could crush our lips together. The pressure around my shaft increased as I speared my tongue between Ace’s lips and tangled it with his, and as he began to really work me, I couldn’t have kept my hips still if my life depended on it.
I slid my fingers up the back of his neck and over his short hair until I was cradling the back of his head, holding him where I wanted him. Hot damn. I wanted to turn to Ace, crawl on his lap, and fuck the fist pumping me. But no matter how much money Ace paid the driver of this car, there was a difference between him seeing us kissing in his rearview mirror and seeing me sitting astride Ace.
I tore my lips from Ace’s and snaked a hand down to halt his fingers. As my breathing came in heaving pants, I rested my forehead to his and shut my eyes. If I didn’t calm down, I was going to shoot all over his palm in the back of this damn car, and when we neared Ace’s gated community I was coherent enough to know that wasn’t how I wanted this to end.
“Ace, you need to…” I tried to push him back from me as I saw several flashes going off, but he was nuzzling in against my temple with his arm across my hips and I wasn’t about to shove him off me if he didn’t want to go.
“Relax,” he said, and I caught my breath and moved my head so I could rub my temple to his. The move was both affectionate and incredibly intimate considering where his hand was, and with a quick glance out the window I noticed several random flashes going off as the car drove past and knew they’d get nothing in the darkness of night as we sat behind tinted windows.
“But there are cameras just outside,” I said. “And I really would rather come with your cock inside me. Think you can wait the two minutes it’s gonna take to pull into your driveway and get inside your front door, hotshot?”
Ace released my aching flesh and drew his hand out of my pants, and when he brushed his sticky, wet thumb over my lip in a dirty caress, I sucked and he growled.
“Two minutes,” he warned. “I’m holding you to that.” And as the car came to a halt in front of his house, he said, “Zip up, but don’t button up. It’ll just be a waste of fucking time.”
Oh yeah, who in their right mind would ever disobey that command? Certainly not I.