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FEAST FOR A KING
“NO, YOU DON’T need to come over… No, I don’t want to make a statement. Roger, look…”
Ace sounded weary as he paced his vast kitchen, and when he caught my eye from across the room, his lips turned up for a moment before he went back to his conversation.
He’d been fielding calls for the last couple of hours since we’d gotten back to his place, showered, and come downstairs for food, and it didn’t look like things would let up any time soon. My own phone had been going off nonstop, and as another message dinged, I looked down to see it was from Derek.
Can I say I told you so yet?
“Fuck off,” I muttered, as I texted back the same message. I’d barely hit send before another ding went off, this time from Russ.
Hey… I just saw pictures of you and Ace on the news. Call me.
Nope, wasn’t even gonna respond to that one.
Derek: Nice towel, btw. Good to see you’re still working out.
Oh, for God’s sake.
As my phone began to ring from an unlisted number, I looked over to where Ace was rubbing the back of his neck and I made a snap decision. Powering off the cell, I tossed it on the couch and went over to take a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island that Ace was currently wearing a hole in the floor in front of. He was getting more frustrated the longer he stayed on the phone.
“No, I’m not planning to deny anything either. Walking out of Syn was enough of a statement, don’t you think?”
Leaning my elbows back on the island, I spread my legs and waited for Ace’s attention. Ever since we’d gotten back, it’d been one call after another, and the more it went on, the redder Ace’s face got. It was time to unplug and unwind after the never-ending day we’d had, and as Ace turned and headed back in my direction, I bit down on my lip—but he just walked right on by, too engrossed in conversation to notice my open invitation.
Hmm. Maybe he needs something a bit more obvious.
I’d changed into a pair of Ace’s workout shorts and a t-shirt after we’d showered, since I’d only packed an overnight bag for our trip, and when I pulled the shirt up and over my head, Ace’s eyes flicked up to the movement. Tossing the shirt on the tiled floor, I gave him a suggestive smile and then resumed my position, leaning back on my elbows with my legs wide. That had Ace pausing momentarily, his eyes raking over my body, but then the person on the other end said something that had his focus returning to the conversation.
“Fine,” he said, with an exasperated sigh. “We can have a meeting but not tonight… It’ll have to be after filming if it’s tomorrow… Yes, over here’s fine.”
Okay, maybe it was time to take things up a notch. There was no way I was letting the outside world invade our private space any more today, so I needed to get Ace’s mind off the chaos swirling and back on…me.
After glancing behind me to make sure the island was clear, I hopped off the stool, and when Ace’s pacing had him facing in my direction again, I turned around and slowly pulled my shorts down. Since there was nothing underneath, Ace was getting a prime view of my ass as I bent over and took my time lowering the shorts to my ankles and then stepping out of them. When I stood back up and faced him, I kicked the shorts away, and my cock was mighty pleased at the look of lust Ace was aiming my way. I could hear the person on the other end of the phone repeating his name, but Ace was too busy looking over my naked body to notice.
Licking my lips, I backed up, and when my lower back hit the counter, I pushed myself up and onto it. Ace’s eyebrows shot up, and he swallowed as I laid myself out for him like a feast for a king.
Your move.
“Uh…yeah, Roger. I’m here,” Ace said, but his voice was distant and he didn’t take his eyes off me, especially when my hand trailed down my stomach to my hips and then took a hold of my cock.
“Fuck,” Ace said under his breath. “What? Nothing. Listen I need to go—”
The man on the other end of the line wasn’t having that, though, but then again, neither was I. Ace was mine tonight, and I didn’t mind doing whatever it took to get his attention, eyes, and hands, back on me.
* * *
I WAS TRYING my hardest to concentrate on what Roger was yammering on about in my ear, but really, if I hadn’t lost interest twenty minutes earlier, the sight of Dylan naked and lounging across my kitchen island had made Roger the last thing I was focused on.
“I’m hanging up now… No, I said—”
As Roger cut me off for the umpteenth time, I held the phone to my ear and walked over to the edge of the counter. I let my eyes rove from the hand Dylan had curled around his erection, up and over his flawless body to the face that was angled my way, and when he slicked the tip of his tongue along his top lip, I cursed.
“No, Roger. Do not come over here now.”
The smirk Dylan gave me then was pure sex as he jacked his hips up and shoved his cock through his fist.
Christ, the guy was trying to kill me. It was clear Dylan was after my attention, and there was no way I wasn’t about to give it to him. The day had been long and drawn out, and with the sun now set on a day full of pandemonium, I got the impression that Dylan was ready to unwind, ready to tune the rest of the world out. And so the fuck was I.
Unable to resist touching him any longer, I trailed my fingertips down the arm closest to me as I made my way down the kitchen counter. When I rounded the end of it, I aimed my eyes up at the brazen man who was working his length as though he were flat on his back in my bed as opposed to the middle of my kitchen, and that was it…Roger had to go.
“I’m hanging up now… I don’t care, Roger. I’m done talking about this. Don’t call me again tonight or you will be having a discussion with my voicemail.” And before he could respond, I ended the call.
As I lowered the phone to the other counter in the kitchen, I took the moment to readjust my hard-as-hell dick and saw Dylan turn his head on the counter to watch me. His lids were heavy as his entire expression turned carnal.
“Are you quite comfortable, Mr. Prescott?”
Dylan stroked up his length as he bent his far leg and planted it on the island. “Well, you did tell me I could use your kitchen whenever I liked. But—” His words came to an abrupt halt when I flicked the light switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness. But that wasn’t what I had in mind at all, as I hit the switch beside it that illuminated the strip of four halogen bulbs that hung in a direct line above the counter.
Oh yeah, that’s better. If Dylan wanted to be the center of attention, I was more than happy to give him a spotlight.
“You were saying?” I asked, as I strolled back to where he now lay, lit up spectacularly for my perusal. Dylan’s eyes tracked me, and as they did I dropped my gaze to the fingers he was swiping over the head of his cock before massaging his slick palm down his shaft.
“I was saying,” Dylan continued, as I stopped at the end of the counter and looked down at him. “That while it’s kind of you to allow me the use of your kitchen, I really think it’s past time that you used it.”
I reached for the hem of my shirt, and as I tossed it down on the shorts he’d kicked out of earlier, Dylan raised his other leg and bent it at the knee to give me a prime view of everything I wanted to suck, kiss, and touch.
“Damn,” Dylan said, and pumped his hips up. “I love that sound.”
I moved my hands to the button of my shorts and unsnapped it, and as I went to shove them off my hips, I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for further explanation.
“That growl. You don’t even know you’re doing it. But fuck. It’s so hot.”
He was right: I hadn’t even been aware I’d made a sound, but it didn’t surprise me. Dylan made me feel like a goddamn animal. When my shorts hit the floor, I stepped out of them and brought my hands up to Dylan’s bent knees, where I then trailed them down his shins to his ankles.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said, and when he did, the sight that greeted me had my dick aching for release. As Dylan moved his hand up and down his hard length, I couldn’t stop my own hands from grabbing the back of his calves.
My voice was a low rumble as I said, “Gonna need you closer than that,” and pulled him to the edge of the counter. Dylan’s hands shot out to his sides to brace himself, and it left his cock free for my mouth. Bending down over him, I didn’t waste time running my tongue from the thick base of him to his tip, and as I let my lips linger there, teasing him, he pushed his hips up for more.
“You have to ask,” I said, lifting my head and giving him an evil grin. “You have my attention now. Is there something you wanted?”
As I kissed down the inside of his inner thigh, Dylan panted and then said, “I want your fucking mouth on me, for starters.”
Your wish is my command, I thought, and then I drew his legs over my shoulders and took him all the way to the back of my throat. Moaning at the fullness of his erection, I pulled back to his tip and then went down again. And as I did, a stray thought crossed my mind. There was no way I would ever get enough of this man. How was it possible that I could have him like this whenever I wanted him? That he could have me. I’d had no idea it could be this good. No idea what I’d been missing, what I’d been denying myself for all these years.
As I sucked him deeper, I still couldn’t get used to the fact that he was mine. And at that moment, I didn’t give a damn who knew.
When Dylan’s hips jerked and his breath grew ragged, I lifted my head and shook it. “Not yet,” I said, and lowered his legs from my shoulders. “Move back.”
I didn’t have to say more, because Dylan was quick to scoot back on the counter, and I pulled myself up to join him. And…just damn. His lean body on display below me made me want to get a little closer—make that a whole lot closer, and as I dropped down on all fours, I crawled up his body slowly.
Dylan’s eyes never wavered from mine—not when I straddled his hips…not when I lowered my body down on his…and not when our cocks grazed against each other in a delicious slide that had my breath catching in my throat.
“This is torture by teasing to get me back from my striptease, isn’t it?” Dylan grunted as he arched against me, his throat exposed and waiting, and I obliged by running my tongue up the length of his heated skin.
“I’m glad you got the message.”
“Fuck your message,” he said, reaching down between us and gripping us together in his hand. The friction of his fist and erection sliding against my dick was almost too much to take, and I cried out before taking his lips in a kiss.
* * *
JESUS, ACE WAS a sexy fucker. Oh yeah, I thought, as his tongue sank deep between my lips to rub against mine. His legs were between my spread ones, and he had a hand planted on either side of my head, crowding down over me where I lay on the kitchen island. He was practically doing a damn push-up as he moved his lips over mine, groaning into my mouth as I clenched my hand around our stiff pricks.
“Dylan… Holy…” he said as he dragged his mouth off mine and kissed his way along my jaw to my ear. “Yeah, God. Harder.”
I turned my head and kissed his jaw as I squeezed, and his hips punched forward, grazing his length along mine.
“Like that?” I said, taunting him as I did it again, and Ace was right there grinding his hips over me.
“Yes. Just like that.”
I moaned at his words, and wound one of my legs over the back of his muscled thighs. He was all strength and power as the arm by my face bunched and I had an undeniable urge to lean over and— Oh, fuck it. I craned up and licked my tongue over his bicep, and when I nuzzled into the crease of his arm he shifted to wrap it around me, lowering me back to the counter and angling his body half off me. Then Ace reached down between us and covered the hand I had wrapped around us and we began to move together.
His lips were ghosting over mine, his breath warm as he panted with every grunt and fuck of his hips, and I used the leg I had anchored around him to propel myself up to meet him thrust for thrust.
I could feel his fingers digging into the skin of my shoulder where he held on, and just when I thought he would crush my lips under his, Ace instead lowered his head so we were cheek to cheek and whispered in my ear, “You, Dylan Prescott, are worth every scandalous thing that’s about to be written…”
Ah hell, I was so down for the count when Ace got like this. When he was destroying my brain cells with the sinful way he was using my body and the delicious way he was imprinting himself on every part of my soul.
“And you know why?”
With his voice, low and raspy in my ear, there was no way words were going to come out of my mouth. So instead, I bowed up and rubbed my entire length along the solid wall of his body, and Ace turned his head and planted a firm kiss on my cheek before saying, “Because with you, I’ve found me.”
And that was it. Those sweet words, falling from a mouth that moments ago had destroyed me, had me tensing under him. Then Ace sucked my lobe between his lips and said, “Come for me, Dylan. All over the both of us.”
He shifted then, and as I lay flat on the counter, Ace began to drive his body over the top of mine in a way that nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. But there was no way I wasn’t going to watch this. His arms flexed on either side of me, and I reached down to fist the two of us as Ace brought the friction and I brought the fervor. My hand was working overtime as my climax raced down my spine, and when I felt my balls tighten, and Ace went rigid above me, the two of us came in a spectacular release of both body and mind.
We had been wound so tightly, and this moment was so freeing that I was surprised not to feel tears in my eyes at the relief that, even after such strain on our new relationship, at the end of the day, we were still one.