Page 10 of Evading Exodus
I scooped up the condom, tore it open, and rolled it on. Reaching around his torso, I cupped his balls with one hand and his cock with the other, then lined my cock up and slowly pushed in, barely breaching his first tight ring.
“Dare,” Ace moaned, shifting and trying to get me deeper faster, but I stiff-armed his ass to keep him from moving. My body was rapidly heading for the “round the bases” run, but my brain was signaling to “hold up.” I held him stationary because this was my game, and I was gonna play it by my rules.
Rocking my hips, I inched forward, sliding back, short thrusts to work my way inside, while Ace made all sorts of lovely sounds. Once I was fully seated, I stopped and let him adjust. A wiggle of Ace’s hips let me know he was ready for more.
I reached around Ace’s body and braced his collar bone with one hand and his chest with the other. Then, leaning over, I pulled him snug against my chest, sinking inside just a little deeper. Growling with the exquisite feel of him, tight around my cock, I flipped the on switch, and let myself go. Hard, fast thrusts, as deep as I could get them. The incoherent words bubbling out of Ace’s mouth gave me more incentive to keep going. Floating us higher, driving us further, this home run was getting sweeter by the second. Now to take us over the wall…
I slid my hand down his chest and wrapped my fist around his hard wood. I pulsed my hand up and down in rhythm to my thrusts. With my palm to his collarbone, I forced Ace to arch his back, his shoulders pulled back, his chest fully open. I adjusted my hand downward to place it over his heart, feeling it pounding. I leaned forward and licked the sweat from his neck, sliding my tongue to his ear.
“Ace,” I groaned. “Ready, to round the bases, babe?”
“Aw, yeah, baby. Take me home.”
I applied a bit more pressure to his cock, stroking just the way I knew he liked it. Closing my eyes and letting my body experience it all, I felt Ace’s body tense before he growled his completion, his cum shooting onto my hand. The sensation of his body tightening on my cock sent me diving headfirst right along with him.A two-run homer!Heart-stopping, head-pounding elation filled me as I collapsed in replete exhaustion against Ace’s back.
I relaxed onto my heels, holding the condom as I pulled out. I discarded it into the trashcan I always kept by my bed, quickly wiped my hands off on the sheets, and began untying Ace. Once freed, Ace collapsed face down on the bed as I chuckled and followed him down. When I noticed the redness on his wrists, I silently freaked out, sat up, and rolled him over. I straddled his thighs and gathered his hands in mine, placing them on his belly where I began to massage them.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked nervously.
Ace had a rather large, seemingly satisfied, smile on his face. His dreamy hazel eyes, still sparkling with heat, held me spellbound. “No,” he replied, taking hold of my hands and pulling me down, kissing me and breaking the spell. “S’all good.” He adjusted my body to lie on top on his, and I snuggled into his warmth.
“Rest, baby,” he whispered, his hands lightly running down my back.
I hummed my approval at the endearment, closed my eyes, and drifted.
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I awoke to find the other side of the bed empty and the delicious smell of pancakes wafting in through the open doorway. Tugging on sweats and my favorite oversized Sox sweatshirt, I followed my nose into the kitchen. Ace was standing in front of the stove, his back to me with only his moose jammies on.Bottoms only!I ogled his broad shoulders and the angled cut of his dark hair sprinkled with a few strands of silver while he spoke on the phone.
“Yeah, we’ll be there in about an hour or so to help set everything up. Darren said he can help you cook, too, if you want.”
I hugged Ace from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my temple and whispered, “Mom.” I nodded as I slid my hand along his arm to take the spatula from him. When he realized what I was doing, he jerked it out of my reach. He spun and brandished the spatula at me in a threatening manner, but the smile he wielded took the sting from the taunt.
“Mom, I gotta go. I’ll see you soon, okay? Love you, too. Bye.” He thumbed his phone off, side-eyeing me the whole time.
I snickered, holding my hands up in mock-surrender. “Sorry, didn’t know you had dibs on the utensils.” Ace narrowed his gaze but holstered his weapon. I garnered his laughter when I pleaded, “Please, tell me there’s coffee.”
“Just finished. Grab us mugs and I’ll pour.”
I took two mugs from the cabinet above the coffee maker, placing them on the counter before reaching back in for plates. As Ace doctored my cup, I set the table, adding maple syrup, butter, forks, and knives.
“Don’t forget napkins,” he reminded me. I chuckled, shaking my head. Ace was not a neat eater, I’d discovered. Not that I was complaining; it gave me opportunities to play when I got to lick him clean.
Hmm…syrup could be fun.
Ace brought over the stack of pancakes and sat down. I placed our coffee mugs on the table and, resting a hand on his bare shoulder, sat beside him. “You know, in the Goldman household we have a ‘no shirt’ rule.”
“You don’t wear shirts to the table?” Ace retorted.
“No,” I said with an impish smirk. “We had to wear shirts to the table. And it had to be a colored shirt—no white T-shirts allowed.”
Ace looked at me blankly. “You want me to get a shirt?”
“Absolutely not!” I threw him a mock-horrified glare and lightly punched him on the arm. “I was just sayin’. For future reference.”
“Well then, I’ll be sure to wear a shirt in the presence of your family. Can we eat now?”
“Sure.” We piled our plates with pancakes, buttered them up, and poured on the syrup. I speared a mouthful,mmm’ed my delight, chewing happily. “We’re carb-loading before Pesach, aren’t we?”
