Aced by Ella Frank, Brooke Blaine Page A

and when his cock hit the back of my throat and began to withdraw, I tightened my lips around his thick length and felt the first hot jet of cum hit my taste buds. I greedily swallowed every drop he gave me, and then Ace’s hands were on my jacket, pulling me up and pushing me against the wall. His kiss was hungry, and the lust I felt at having him taste himself on my lips was overwhelming. But tonight wasn’t about me. Not this time. Even as I hoped to God there would be a next time.
    As my hands roamed the firm, smooth skin under the hem of his shirt, Ace delved deeper, his kiss both a thank you and a promise. And when he pulled back, the expression in his eyes said one thing: Until next time.  
    And I had a feeling I’d be counting the minutes until then.  

7
                                            

    BIG SHOTS ONLY

    IT HAD JUST turned seven a.m. and my ass was going numb after sitting in the hair and makeup trailer for close to three hours. Jesus, this was the one part of my job I could do without. The primping before each shoot. It went on for hours, literally, but the people were nice and it gave me time to look over my script.
    Today was the first day on set, and the excitement was infectious as it buzzed around the soundstage and lot. When I’d first arrived I was shown to my private trailer and was happy to find my small list of demands all in order, including the large jar of green M&M’s—Ron was such a fucking smartass.  
    I’d tossed my bag down and taken a moment to gather myself. Today was the first time I would see Dylan since…well, since I’d had my cock between his deliciously pouty lips. And somehow I had to work out a way to stand beside him for hours on end and not think about that.  
    Yeah, like that’s going to be an easy task.
    So there I was, staring at my reflection as Trudy added the final touches to even out my tan, wondering where Dylan was and how soon I’d get to see him. Fuck , I needed to concentrate on my lines, not the whereabouts of a fellow cast member.
    “A little birdie told me you had one helluva birthday this past weekend. Must’ve been hard to blow out those thirty-three candles.”
    As Trudy’s words echoed through my brain, I’m ashamed to admit the only two I focused on were blow and hard , and just like that I was back to picturing Dylan down on his knees with his mouth full of—  
    Fuck.
    “Hello? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep, sailor.”
    I raised my eyes to meet hers in the reflection as she took a step back to admire her handiwork.
    “Hmm…up, up. I want to see you on your feet.” She laughed as I slowly stood, towering over her five-foot-one frame. “I could get used to issuing these commands. If I ask you to drop and give me twenty—”
    “I’ll tell you what I tell my trainer.”
    “And that is?” she asked.
    “I hate you?”
    “Aww…that’s not friendly.” She walked up beside me and held up the hanger with my dress whites. “Oh yeah, you are going to look good, my friend. Now go and get dressed. You’re due on set soon.”
    I took the hanger from her and headed toward the door. As I opened it up, the morning sun was already blazing above, and I knew I didn’t have much time before the makeup started to sweat off. I needed to move fast.  
    I took the two steps down, and as I turned to head in the direction of my trailer, that was when I saw him. Christ, my imagination hadn’t done the guy justice, because hot damn, Dylan in Navy dress whites was enough to render me useless. Completely fucking useless.  
    If Dylan was a sight in everyday casual clothes, dressed in crisp white slacks that were perfectly tailored to every line of his body, and a pristine jacket punctuated with brass buttons down the center and his hat tucked under his arm, he was utter perfection. As he wandered alongside Russ, he laughed at something the blond had said to him, and when Dylan’s lips curved and his