Page 22 of Say You Will
I tipped his head up and back, laid kisses from behind his ear to his jaw, and twisted him to capture his lips with mine. He moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it, coaxing more when I slid my hand from hip to groin, cupping his swollen cock.
“Mine,” I whispered, squeezing him. He huffed a soft laugh, knowing how much I loved those possessive alpha stories. I turned him to face me and began unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes flitted between looking at me and down at my hands and the new ring I wore while his hands remained in his pockets. Not letting him touch me was something he hated, which is why I did it.
Once I had him completely undone from neck to hem, I walked behind him, peeling the shirt off his shoulders and letting it hang from his wrists. I ran my fingertips across his upper back, then down along the sides of his spine, reached through his arms, palmed and squeezed his pecs, gave his nipples a quick pinch before pushing towards his belt buckle. Not pausing to unbuckle him yet, I pressed my chest to his back and dropped my hands to his groin. I cupped his balls with my left hand and massaged his erection with my right. My lips I laid to his skin, nipped at the odd freckle, lapped at the salty flavor, savored the mild scent of soap and man. I took in every small sound he made, filed them away in the hopes I would never need them.
When Ace bucked his hips backwards, I let go and stepped back. He muttered a curse and huffed a frustrated sigh.
“Dare… Please…”
“Please keep begging, Ace. You know how much I like hearing it.” Bald-faced lie. I didn’t want the begging. What I wanted to hear was for him to say he wanted it, for me to give it. To tell me how he needed me to make him come. Dirty talk and I had a thing. I couldn’t do it, but I loved hearing it.
“Fuck you, D. Put your hands on me. Undress me, damn it.”
Yup. Perfect. That’s what I wanted to hear. I circled him and put a hand on his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. After a solid minute, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and drew down his zipper. As I pushed his slacks towards the floor, I instructed him to clasp his hands behind his back.
Ace’s pants pooled around his ankles, and I gawked at his cock tenting his black briefs. “Those are new.”
“Yup.” He smirked. I glared. He smiled. I went around him and unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and yanked it off. There on his ass, printed on the briefs, was a birthday cake. White with a rainbow of colored candles. Only the center candle was lit. “Thought you might want to blow me out?”
Damn. I loved Ace. As I dropped to my knees, I tugged at the waistband. One big bite and one loud curse later, he was humming, and I was happy with the teeth marks I’d left. I turned him by his hips and caught his cock in my mouth when he stopped.
“Fuck, D. Yeah. So good.” Loving the praise, I worked him over thoroughly. When his words became whimpers, I stopped. “No…”
I popped to my feet. “Yes. You can’t have all the fun. On the bed, on your back, love.” I gave his ass a hard smack when he moved. Teeth marks and handprints… Woot! We’d come a long way since those first tentative weeks of being together. My cock still twitched whenever I thought about that first time I had tied him up and fucked him. Not that that was our whole dynamic because while he usually liked me to take charge in the bedroom, there were times I needed him to be the strong one. We fit together. Perfectly.
With Ace stretched out on our bed, his hands laced under his head just as I liked him to be, I realized that, for his birthday, I didn’t want to deny him. This night, I wanted him to touch me.
I crawled on top of him, straddled his waist, and nestled our cocks one beside the other before reaching for his wrists and pulling his hands free. I guided them to my thighs. “You have free reign to touch me tonight. I want to feel you, and I want you to feel me. I want to feel you come undone, and I want you to feel me fly when you and your spectacular body take me over the edge.” Mushy words, but the grin I got… My heart about burst.
“Love you, D.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me down, holding me still while he controlled the kiss. His tongue snaked into my mouth, slipped along my teeth, around my tongue, licked at my lips. His hands pulsed where they held me, his chest heaving as he snuck air into his lungs. He tasted of the last porter we’d drank, and I felt drunk on his love, his drugging kiss. Before I’d met him, I’d felt like a failure in the relationship department. But with Ace, I scored an A-plus. He brightened my every day, loved me even when I was at my lowest. Cheered me when I was saddened, made sweet love to me when I needed it.
I needed to show him how much I loved him. I’d thrown him a party, I’d bought him a ring, I said the words and asked him to spend forever with me. Now I wanted to show him skin on skin how much I needed his touch, his love, this intimacy only we two could ever have with one another.
Pushing on his chest, I broke from his embrace. Ace dropped his head to the pillow, his hands never leaving my body, not stopping their movements, a caress of my ass, a squeeze to my thighs. I took in the glazed dance of his eyes, the redness of his cheeks, the puffiness of his lips, the way his tongue darted out to moisten them.
With my fingertips, I touched his mouth before sliding my hand along his cheek once, and then leaning forward and snagging the lube from the bedside table. One of the best parts of monogamy was being able to ditch the condoms. The day he’d suggested we go get tested had blown my mind. We’d gone from the baby step of being boyfriends to being in a committed relationship; then he’d asked me to move in. Just. Like. That. No mention of my lease being up, just… “Move in with me.” And I did. I was already subletting to Brett; he finished out my lease before moving in with Sean. Those two were adorable together, but I had my own brand of adorableness right beneath me. Even at forty-one, he still made me swoon.
“I need you in me, D.”
“Do you now?” I teased.
“You know I do. Can’t make love without the one I love.”
“Sap.” I smirked.
“You know it. Now, D. Open that bottle and get me ready.”
I couldn’t argue with logic, now, could I? I flipped open the cap and poured some lubricant on my fingers, knee-walked myself backwards, and got between his legs. I placed the bottle beside us as I wrapped my dry hand around his cock, reaching for his entrance with the lubed one. His smooth length heaven against my palm, the warmth of his skin sinking in, his gasp music, his eyes my salvation, his arms my home.
I smoothed the gel around his hole, pressing against the ring’s center, gaining entry once he relaxed, welcoming me into his body. One, then two, then…
“Now, Dare. Enough. I’m ready.”
I ignored him and went for three, absorbing his muted grunt, captivated by the blush covering his chest and throat. He fascinated me still, enthralled me with his love for family, for friends, bound me with his words and actions. I prayed I’d never fail in returning his trust.
“Darren!” he all but yelled. “Stop fucking around and fuck me.”
I laughed. Of course, I laughed, but so did he, and I took the opportunity then to withdraw my fingers and replace them with my cock. His laughter choked off to a strangled cry, morphed into a groan of fullness, then shifted to a moan of pleasure. My sounds mirrored his. His heat inside scorched me, his tightness blinded me, his grip on my arms empowered me. Here, in our bed, in our house, we were one, united in our love. I dropped lower, sandwiching his shaft between our bellies, adding friction for him with each push of my hips forward. Inside him, I wanted to be nowhere else. Within his arms, I never wanted to be let go.