“Alright, lose the pajama pants, McKinnon, keep the boxers.” What? He’s had a hard night.
When he’s stripped down to white boxer shorts, he sits his wide ass between my legs, leaning his back against my bare chest, sagging as if maybe he’s finally comfortable now that he’s here with me. I’m searing hot, but his skin’s still got a slight chill from being outside. Let’s warm him up. Using a dollop of massage oil, I let my hands smooth it over the hard ridges of his body.
He’s about to learn that this isn’t just any massage oil. It’s a homemade recipe for sore muscles, thanks to Uncle Jasper. It’s got a cooling-heating effect like Tiger Balm does, made with ingredients safe for the skin, also safe to ingest in small amounts. I learned through self-experimentation that it hasotheruses that I’m about to introduce to him.
“Mhm, that feels good,” he says, hissing. “Almost good enough to erase the sight of Coach’s ass from my mind.”
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“It’s only because it’s Coach, and I’ll have to look at him with a straight face at practice. I wish it bothered me in other ways, but instead it …”
“McKinnon.”
“It made me think about what it’ll be like when you fuck me, and then my dick took over.” He shrugs. “Sorry, not sorry.”
I dig into some tough knots, maybe a little too forcefully. I knew Tatum was desperate, but I didn’t think he’d have sex in a frat house. I should just tell Tate about the money I’m giving him and that he only has to be married long enough for us to acquire Uncle’s fortune, thus proving he’s there for me. Fuck, the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds.
I did it for Tate anyway. I don’t need thanks or his loyalty.
It just would have been nice.
“What do we do about it?” Ace asks.
“You? Nothing. You’re going to focus on school and hockey. Leave my brother to me.”
“But—”
“No. This is where you say ‘yes, Daddy’ and relax.”
He sighs. “Yes, Daddy.” I continue to massage as he breathes for a minute. “Y’know? That’s actually kinda nice? I like the idea of you just … taking it off my plate. If I had to deal with that too, I might explode.”
“Not everything is for you to deal with, Ace.”
I let my hand, slick with the heating-cooling oil, slide down his boxer shorts. His breath hitches, and he swallows hard.
“I-It ff-feels that way, Daddy.” He whimpers.
“Shhh, let Daddy take care of you, princess. You’ve been so good, haven’t you?
“Y-Yes. Fuck, ohfuck.”
The oil doesn’t burn, exactly, but it makes everything sensitive. Hyperaware. There’ll be a wash of a hot sort of cool, up and down his shaft. His hips jump as I stroke slowly. I use some regular lube, too, so it’s nice and wet. Sloppy wet. Ace’s head falls into the crook of my neck, eyes closed, sinful sounds moan from his throat.
“That’s it.”
“Fuck, Luke. I wanna come so bad, but I want this to last forever, too.” Those fast hands of his claw into my bare thighs. I’m no stranger to pain, so I swallow it, letting him tear at the skin. “Don’t think I can hold back anymore, though.”
“Come for me, princess,” I whisper in his ear.
That’s all it takes, lava-hot cum spurts onto his stomach as his body moves through minor convulsions, and I get to be jealous of the way he sucks on his own bruised lip like I want to. I guide his hand through the mess, then push his fingers past his lips, feeding him the evidence of what he gave me, what’s mine now. He sucks and licks obediently just as my pretty little whore should. He’s a mess, a wreck. I want to wring out so much more from him.
We have time.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. That was intense and for sure the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“So far.”
“You can do better than that?”
