I hold.
Painfully.
This is a first for me—being affected like this. Control a frayed rope between my fist, slipping, slipping, slipping. But another first is thinking that maybe—emphasis on the maybe—Ace is the one that can handle all of me. All of my hunger for him.
His fingers are gentle at first, working into the base where thigh meets torso, coaxing me to relax.
Does he know how tense I am?
He does.
He gets it. Gets me.
Relationships like the one Ace and I are building aren’t one-sided. We catch each other. He’s put his trust in me; I need to put my trust in him.
I pillow my hands behind my head, taking long, slow breaths. My need for him never abates, my urge to take him never wavers, but he’s found a way to merge with me like a pulse beneath my skin. Instead of hanging onto control, I let it bob along the surface. It’s something I can reach for any time.
It’s something I can reach for anytime, my brain repeats. And I drift with that knowing for a while, enjoying my dick in his mouth as much as the command I have over myself.
But then.
His tongue moves.
It’s only the smallest of movements, but I catch what he’s doing and watch. He’s so fucking adorable when he thinks he’s getting away with something. That belligerent tongue of his gets braver, brushing up and over the head. Pretty blue eyes flick up to check on whether I’ve noticed, and I close mine, pretending I haven’t.
Let’s see how far he’ll hang himself.
The bratsuckswithout permission, smirking, but there’s heat in his eyes, a dare tangled with need. Is he egging me on, hoping I’ll snap?
And to think I’d finally convinced myself to let loose and fuck his throat so hard he’d feel me for days.
“Off.” But I don’t wait for him to comply, using his hockey mullet like puppet strings, pulling him away from my cock.
“Oh, c’mon,” he complains. “I just wanted to suck you off.”
“And Daddy wanted you to warm his cock for a bit until he decided to use your mouth like a fleshlight.”
He groans as I release him, pouting.
Then I grip my saliva-slick cock and stroke it. “But now you can watch me play with what you can’t have. Will this teach you to behave?”
Ace crosses his arms.
“Guess we’ll see,” he says, eyes locked on my fist, moving over the cock he didn’t get to empty with his mouth. “But this isn’t much of a punishment.”
“Lie back.”
He rolls onto his back, and I straddle his torso. The brat reaches for me, and I catch his wrists, slamming them over his head. “These stay here.”
“Okay, Daddy,” he says in a sultry voice, knowing he’s about to be my eye candy.
I’m so close already, all his teasing, being inside his mouth for the first time, those pretty eyes of his, it only takes a few hurried pumps. My white knuckles clench around my cock as cum spills over, painting his chest with long stripes, layering over each other.
Ace lies there, mouth swollen, eyes wide, beautiful and wrecked from restraint, panting hard. As if being chastised like this really gets him going.
The ache leaves my cock, coiling behind my ribs instead. It’s deeper. Hungrier for something more. And the way Ace is looking at me…
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
