Page 22 of Evading Exodus
Ace rolled to his side, propped on an elbow, and gave his dick a slow stroke. A pearl of precum appeared at his slit, the sight making my mouth water. Wanting, I didn’t wait. Three steps to the bed, a hand on his hip to roll him to his back, I dove for my treasure. The sweet tang exploded on my tongue, and I took him further into my mouth.
His hips jerked, striving to drive, but I held him fast, pushing him flat. Ace let me manhandle him, spreading his legs further to make space I filled. My cock pressed to the cool sheets, providing some friction though not the heat I craved.
Ace tapped a bottle of lube against my hand, his impatience heady. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Popping to my knees, I took the bottle, thumbed open the snap lid, and let it drip onto my fingers. Ace wet his lips, his tongue sliding slowly, drawing me forward to taste. He gently touched the back of my head, my neck, my shoulder blades. Tiny caresses that highlighted his need to connect. Wanting that same connection, I slipped my slick fingers beneath his balls to find the spot that would join us.
Ace bent his legs, splaying them open, his hips canted as I circled his entrance. I continued to press small kisses to his lips, each tiny peck a sharp pop overshadowing the sound of our heavy breathing. Wanting more, I pressed inside him with two fingers. His gasp sudden; his grasp swift.
“More, Dare.”
The demand was one I wanted to fulfill, so I did, adding a third and pumping just a few times before I asked, “Condom?”
“Here.” He pressed it into my outstretched hand. Like magic, I hadn’t seen him grab it or hold it, but the fascination lingered. “Unless you want me to put it on you?”
I pushed it back at him. “You always have the best ideas.”
Ace didn’t acknowledge the compliment, already focused on removing the condom from the foil, placing it at the tip of my cock and rolling it on with a few strokes. He picked up the lube and drizzled a line along his palm which he smoothed around my shaft with a twist to cover all sides. Caught in the burst of desire, I missed the handtowel’s appearance until it flicked across my chest.
I growled. Ace fucking moaned, flinging the towel to the nightstand before reaching for me. The reverberation of his pleasure sank into my soul; I had to kiss him. I had to be inside him. Luckily, I could do both those things at once.
Lining my cock with his entrance, I fit my mouth to his, I pressed inside his body, past those tight rings, rocking my hips to settle my full length, to connect in the most intimate way possible. To satisfy my mind that he was mine for however long he’d keep me, and I prayed it would be a very, very long time. The connection we’d made at the start held us strong, our recent troubles only cementing our relationship. We both wanted this… Wanted us.
Once in place, I lifted and looked between our bodies to where we joined. I rolled my pelvis, small movements that I’d learned Ace loved. The stretch of his muscles, the pressure of a hand holding him in place, the allowance of letting another dominate him… These were the details I’d discovered about him over the past few days. Again, a bolt of certainty hit me square in the chest. I was the lucky one. After so many disappointing dates and failed relationships, I found the one I wanted to keep, maybe forever… Hopefully forever.
Ace caressed my cheek, his fingertips lingering on my jaw and lips, his nails rasped as they caught on the growing stubble. He lifted his legs and tucked his heels against my lower back. A nudge reminded me to move; I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. Taking his hands in mine and laying them on the bed, I covered him completely.
Had I fallen in love with him over these past two weeks? The jury was still out on that, but my visceral reaction to him from day one tipped the balance firmly towards yes. “I'm so glad it was your store and you that first day I was on my own.”
Ace’s hand froze. “You never told me that was your first day flying solo. No wonder that guy rattled you so much.” He resumed his light touches which seemed more soothing than sexual. “But you made it through, and you met me, so regardless, the whole day was a win, for you and for me.”
I hadn't been fishing for reassurance, but he'd given it to me anyway. It was just another check in the plus box, another win in the books. Our likes aligned, our lives similar enough to allow for both commiseration and rejoicing. The years between our ages might prove to be an issue, but considering how well we fit together in bed, and the fact that his friends and family didn’t care that I was younger, meant I should tuck those worries away, send them on exodus while I evaded their reaching grasp.
“It was. It is.”
“I’m glad you agree.” Ace grinned up at me. “Now, how about we move onto making this a winning season.” His hips lifted, driving me a little deeper.
“Ha!” Damn right, I wanted a winning season, and the best way to achieve that would be to hit some more home runs that ended in orgasms, mine and his. I pulled back a step from the plate, fixed my stance, and swung away. Steadily at first, then I picked up the pace.
Ace grabbed hold of me, his head tilted back, giving me room to duck in and bite at that tasty spot where shoulder met neck. With the lingering taste of his skin on my tongue, I curled over him, pressing our bodies together, giving his cock some friction against my abs. Ace’s heavy panting and steady groans, pushed me onward. His fiery heat and tight grip around my shaft inspired me to drive faster, to push harder. The steady slap of skin on skin, coupled with the sounds Ace made, combined to wind me closer to completion, but I didn’t want to be alone when I crossed home plate.
I reached between us, gripped Ace’s cock, and stroked him fast and sure, the way I knew he liked it from our previous sexcapades. His breath hitched, his grip on me tightened, and my name from his lips sounded like a breath of heaven. “Dare. Oh God, Dare.” His hips jerked and he came, cum spilling from his cock and covering my hand.
I could have made a joke about putting me in the same status as God, but my body chose that moment to strike with lightning. A wave started low in my belly, shot up my spine, and curled my toes. I squeezed my eyes shut, hated that I couldn't see Ace, but floated in the wash of white-hot sparkles that invaded my whole self. Shuddering in the aftermath, I relished the complete joy that filled me.
“Ace.” I collapsed onto my boyfriend, and he hugged me to his chest. “Fuck.”
“Yup,” he chuckled. “That we did. Another grand slam, baby.”
I laughed, then laughed harder, my body shaking me loose from him. I quickly grabbed the condom, disposed of it, and resumed my spot lying across Ace’s chest. We held each other as our hearts slowed, and we could both breathe normally again.
Ace's fingertips drifted across my upper back. “You know, I love my family, and I look forward to our traditional holiday gatherings.”
I hummed to acknowledge the rhetorical statement and gave him a short squeeze.
“But I’ll be very happy to never repeat what happened tonight ever again.”
I nodded, my cheek brushing against his pec. “Same, and I hope it doesn’t deter you from going home with me one day to celebrate with my family.”
“Not at all. I’m looking forward to it. Speaking of your family, I never did ask where they live. I’ve been assuming Rhode Island since you went to school there and then worked at the area hospitals.”
