Page 8 of Evading Exodus
“Don’t move.” I released his hands, watching to see if he would do what he was told. His body stilled with my instructions.
I kissed his belly then moved upwards, flicking my tongue once more over his lips, and then continued onward, my chest coming within inches of his face. Twisting my torso, I reached across him to the bedside table, so that the side of my body taunted him by being within reach of his mouth. Yet, he didn’t move anything except his eyes, tracking my movements.
I removed a condom and lube from the drawer, then I ducked my head to view him under my outstretched arm. Lowering myself until skin met skin, I dragged my body along his, working my way back down his torso until cock met cock. Ace’s grateful sigh of pleasure zinged along my frenzied nerves.
Admiring his broad chest, I traced around each muscle, tapped each freckle, rubbed my thumbs over his nipples, took each nub between my thumbs and fingers and pulled gently, increasing the tension gradually. Ace arched and hissed. I held his nipples a few seconds longer before releasing them. He dropped flat to the bed, eyes hazy but still focused on me.
I shoved my hands into his hair, leaned forward, grabbed his head, and tilted it. Exposing his throat, I licked from his clavicle to his left ear.
“This what you want, Ace?” I whispered not only to gain his acceptance, but also needing my own reassurance. He shuddered beneath me, his hands twitching as he fought to keep them in place. He nodded several times.
“Is this what you want?” I asked again louder, more forceful.
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Yes, what?”Like every good Dom should, right?
“Yes… Sir?” Ace responded hesitantly, unsure.
I chuckled. “I was going for ‘please,’ but whatever you feel comfortable with, babe.”
“Babe?”
“Hmm…” I nibbled on that sweet lobe. “I don’t care much for endearments like baby or sweetheart, though for you I’d make an exception.”
“I’m not gonna say no to anything with you doing what you’re doing right now,” Ace said, turning his head, giving me even more room to work. “Can I move now? I’m dying to touch you.”
“Nope. Like you just like this.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself higher. My cock glided along his, and I slid my palms along his arms, twining our fingers together when our hands met.
Pressing him into the mattress, I rocked against him, our precum slicking each other, easing the slide. Kissing him, tongues tangling, I muted his moans with my mouth. Nips turned to bites, licks to sucks, moans continuously spilling forth.
Until we were rudely interrupted by the ringing of Ace’s phone. I groaned and collapsed on top of him.
“Sorry,” Ace mumbled, reaching for his cellphone. He peeked at the caller ID, grumbled, “Really?” then swiped to ignore the call. He pressed the volume down to silence any additional incoming notifications, and then replaced it on the bedside table. He squirmed beneath me, resuming our hand-in-hand positions. “I’ll deal withthat later.”
“You’re sure.”
Ace nodded. “Please, can we keep going?”
I met his desperate, pleading gaze and grinned wickedly. “Yeah?” I asked, rising.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, and we chuckled at what had become something of an inside joke between us. One that started on Opening Day.
Somehow, I’d scored a homerun with this sweet, kind, older man. Why he was letting me, a man almost ten years his junior, have control was beyond my reasoning, but I wasn’t complaining, nor did I think I ever would. I walked my fingers up his chest, then cupped his jaw. I caressed his lips with the pads of my thumbs, and he kissed them before sucking one of them into his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, and I am so damn lucky it was your store I filled in for. I’ve never had a better Opening Day than ours.” I hadn’t been asked to fill in there again since, but I’d let my scheduler know I would happily do so anytime.
Exchanging my thumb with the first two fingers of my right hand, I had Ace suck on them, the image he made as I pushed and pulled them in and out was indecent, depraved, and so fucking sexy. “Make sure you get them nice and wet.”
He mumbled a ‘yes’ around my fingers, but my gaze was drawn to the glittering gold in his hazel eyes, finding lust, desire and want. It turned me on, a fire in my blood, watching his mouth, his tongue, the way he rhythmically squeezed my hand still holding his.
I knelt between his legs, spreading them, then withdrew my fingers from his mouth and trailed my thumb and pinky down over his chin, neck and chest. As I reached his cock, I let my wet fingers slide along it. Upon reaching the base, I started over again at his mouth, letting him quickly wet them, then trailing that same path. After my third trip down his body, I met my fingers with my lips at the crown of his penis. I encircled his shaft with my hand, lifting him into my mouth, engulfing him in slick heat.
Ace gasped and tilted his hips up in a silent demand for more. I sucked him hard once, pulled off, and then began a slow stroke up and down his steely member. That’s when the begging started.
“More. Please. Want you. Need You. Please.”
After each utterance, I gave him just a little more, my breath stuttering, my pulse racing. More sucks, more licks, more bites and nips, harder strokes alternating with softer glides and subtle twists. My cock dripped, solid oak ready to hit a homerun, and I anxiously awaited the perfect moment to swing away. But when errant hands touched my head, I stopped moving.
