Aced by Ella Frank, Brooke Blaine

dipped inside my mouth, and it was like tasting the ultimate aphrodisiac. Because in that second, I felt like I could fuck for hours. I wanted this man with every single fiber of my being, and as the sweet and tangy taste of lemon hit my tongue, I moaned and squeezed my hand, massaging Ace’s length through his boxers.
    Damn, the man could kiss. It was blistering hot, and no one was more shocked than I was that I hadn’t melted to the ground at his feet. His tongue tangled with mine as he grew harder in my hand, and I let go briefly to tug his pants and boxers down his hips. Ace’s long, thick erection sprang free from its confines, and the size and heat of him made my mouth water.  
    “God,” I said, and Ace’s eyes zeroed in on my lips as I ran my tongue across them. His grip on the back of my neck tightened, and he pulled me forward, but before our mouths met, I whispered against his lips, “I want to make you fucking come.”
    “Yes,” he hissed out, as my hand wrapped around his cock and my thumb circled the pre-cum coating the head.  
    “Say it,” I said, and bit his bottom lip. “Say you want me to make you come. Tell me you need it.”
    As I stroked the length of him with both hands, Ace gasped and his head fell back. “Dylan…” he moaned, but that wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. I stopped all movement and waited for the magic words.
    With a frustrated growl, Ace lifted his head, his eyes blazing, and then he grabbed the buckles that hung from the neck of my leather jacket, yanking me forward until we were nose to nose. “I want…and fucking need…you to make me come.” And then his lips brushed against mine, and he whispered one word that shot straight to my balls. “ Please .”
    Neither of us held back then as our mouths met again, and when Ace pushed me back against the wall, he deepened the kiss and my hands began to move up and down his shaft.  
    God , I wanted him. On top of me, inside me, his body covering every inch of mine. His heavy erection filling my mouth…
    With that thought in mind, I sucked on his tongue, swallowing his moans as his hips jacked forward, his cock making a smooth slide between the tight squeeze of my hands.  
    “Jesus Christ,” he rasped, and his thrusts became jagged, unsteady.
    “Not yet,” I said, pumping him slower. “Put your hands on the wall.”
    He didn’t put up a fight, but instead slapped his hands on the wall on either side of my head. The cords of his neck were straining, and when a bead of sweat fell down his temple to his cheek, I ran my tongue up to catch it. As I swallowed the salty taste of him and leaned back, he looked at me under heavy-lidded eyes, and the thought of making them roll to the back of his head in pleasure had me dropping to my knees.
    “What are you… You don’t have to—”
    “Shh,” I said, craning my head back to look up at him while I milked his cock harder, faster. “I told you. I want a taste.”  
    As I wrapped my lips around the head of his erection, Ace let out a loud groan, and one of his hands left the wall to grab the back of my head. The shallow panting coming out of him urged me on, and after teasing him with my tongue, I took him fully in my mouth.  
    “Oh God.” A shudder racked Ace’s body, and I reached around to his ass and held him firm against me. There was no fucking way I was letting him go, not before the taste of him hit the back of my throat. How many times had I dreamed about this? Too many times to count, but none of those fantasies compared to the real thing. The strained noises coming out of the sexy man above me, the feel of his hand urging my head forward, and the vulnerability that I knew without a doubt was something rare for this man were far more than I could’ve ever imagined. If I could’ve lived there, worshipping at the altar of Ace Locke for all time, I wouldn’t have fucking hesitated.  
    “If you don’t stop…” Ace warned, but that only spurred me on,