As if called up by my thoughts, my phone rang. It wasn’t the McKenzie I was most eager to see, though. It was his brother. This was the first time Jeremy had called since Benji and I hooked up, and I’d been kind of relieved I hadn’t been forced to evade or lie.
But I’d known that kind of luck couldn’t hold out forever.
I turned off my phone and shoved it in my back pocket. I’d think about Jeremy later. Right now, I had a naked man in my bed.
If I felt a little guilty about dodging Jeremy’s call right before fucking his brother, well … that was nothing to how guilty I’d feel if I had to lie or betray my promise to let Benji handle it.
I was officially between a rock and a hard place — but one of those had more sway over me than the others these days.
Benji
I nervously watched Ace’s door. Naked under just a sheet, I could hear the sounds of some of the guys horsing around downstairs, making me wonder if I should have asked Dre for a few hours alone in my dorm room instead. It just felt wrong, inconveniencing him so I could get laid. I was still a little shy about this whole sex thing. I loved being with Ace, loved having orgasms that weren’t just my hand and porn on my phone screen, but telling other people felt awkward. I didn’t want them picturing me naked or sucking dick or … what I hoped would happen tonight.
I squirmed a little, feeling the lube slicking my hole. I’d done some research. I’d cleaned myself out, lubed, and stretched in the hopes of taking this sex thing to the next level with the minimum amount of discomfort.
So far, we’d stuck to hand jobs and blow jobs, usually mingled in with lots of kissing. Sometimes I thought Ace liked kissing me more than anything else we’d done. But I wanted it. I’d always wanted it, to feel something inside me, to feel joined with another person in the most intimate way possible.
I just hadn’t been ready before now.
I still didn’t even know if I’d like it, or if he would. Maybe ass stuff would freak him out. But I’d been fantasizing about it for a long time. I had to try it out, at least.
Assuming Ace was game.
The doorknob rattled, and I clutched the sheet like a frightened maiden until I saw Ace step through the door. He dropped his bag onto the floor and walked toward me like a man on a mission, his eyes hot. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed the edge of the sheet, slowly drawing it down to reveal my body.
His gaze slowly traced down my form, lingering on my hardening cock, before sliding back up. When he met my eyes again, he finally spoke.
“This for me?”
“Yes.” My voice came out hardly a whisper. I was so turned on I could barely speak.
He nodded, reaching out to skim his fingers down my side, raising gooseflesh in their wake. “What should I do with all this, I wonder,” he mused as he teased my body with featherlight touches.
“Take it.”
His eyes snapped back to mine. “Do you mean…?”
Spreading my legs, trying to be bold, I said, “I want you to fuck—”
I didn’t get anything more out because Ace pinned me to the bed and kissed me hard and deep. The scratchy denim of his jeans scraped over my cock and balls and I whimpered into his mouth. My nipples, already hard from the chill in the air, tingled at the feel of his T-shirt brushing over sensitive skin. There was something so amazingly erotic about being completely naked while Ace, fully dressed, rubbed against me.
“You’re sure?” Ace asked between kisses.
“Yes,” I gasped as he sucked and nibbled at my neck. His stubble prickled deliciously, making me tingle all over. I felt like a live wire, filled with electricity that needed to be discharged. “Want to feel you inside me. Fucking me. Please.”
He made a guttural sound before levering up enough to yank his T-shirt over his head. Then he was kissing me again, smothering me in body heat.
His lips moved to my neck, my collar bone, my nipple. I arched as he bit down, then soothed away the sting with fluttery strokes of his tongue. While his mouth explored my body, he grasped my cock, stroking slowly.
The tip of his tongue circled my navel at the same time his thumb circled the head of my cock, and I gasped, frighteningly close to coming right then. Those dual sensations set off a confusing ricochet between my erogenous zones.
“Pants,” I gasped. “Off.”
“Let me get you ready first,” Ace said. “Don’t trust myself to wait long enough if I—” He stopped as his fingers slid down past my balls, along my perineum and skirted the edges of my hole.
“You’re wet.”
He sounded so surprised that I choked on a laugh. “I’m prepared.”
“Oh.” He smiled sheepishly. “Wasn’t expecting that. Maybe I should have been, with you naked in my bed and all.”
“Maybe,” I said, still smiling.
He slid his fingertip around my rim, just a light touch that sparked nerves to life. When he pushed gently, his finger slipped in smoothly. “Oh. Not just lube?”
“I, uh, stretched. I figured it might help since…”
“It’s your first time.”
His eyes met mine as he slowly pumped one finger in and out. “You ever use toys or anything?”
I nodded once, biting down on my lip as he added a second finger. The stretch was beginning to burn just a bit, but I could handle it. “Just a little. Since college.”
“Tell me about it.”
My face burned with embarrassment. “No!”
He chuckled. “Come on. I want to know what you can handle. Are we talking, like … anal beads or massive dildos, or—”
“Shut up!” I laughed, my ass tightening around his fingers, making us both refocus on the task at hand.
“You feel so tight,” he said softly. “So warm and soft inside.”
It made me feel weird, hearing someone describe my most intimate place, a place never touched by anyone else. But it also felt right that it would be Ace.
I’d always wanted it to be him. But now he was more than a fantasy. He was more than a hot guy with an amazing body. He was an amazing human, with an amazing heart, and an amazing soul.
And yeah, also an amazing cock that was about to go inside me.
I slapped the outer side of his thigh. “Pants off,” I repeated, more firmly this time.
Ace withdrew his fingers, which wasn’t the most comfortable sensation. It left me burning, slightly relieved to be free of the intrusion but also feeling empty. Talk about mixed signals.
He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jeans, boxer briefs, and socks faster than I’ve ever seen anyone move.
His cock stood out so long, and thick, and hard, that it was hard to believe his pants had been able to contain it. That must have been uncomfortable, but he’d never said anything, too intent on me.
He grabbed a condom and lube packet from the giant bowl of supplies they used at parties, then returned to the space between my legs.
My eyes locked on his cock while he efficiently rolled on a condom. Too efficiently. It reminded me of how many times Ace had done this with other people. Girl people. Would he like fucking me just as much? Would it feel different to him?
His cock was thick. Would my body even accept it? I’d stretched before coming over, but I was a little nervous, tense enough that two fingers had felt like a tight fit. And his cock was definitely wider than two fingers.