“You don’t want me to mark you?” He draws back, staring at me with those mesmerizing eyes of his.
“Go ahead,” I say, breathless.
He ducks his head, and he sucks on my nipple as hard as he had been on my neck. Can a nipple have a hickey? I don't know, but if it's possible, then there's no doubting that he gave me one there.
I reach down and grab his cock and force myself to stare into Ace’s eyes so that I don’t think about Rob, don’t compare them or their rods.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask breathlessly.
“In my locker.”
“Get a lot of girls to sneak in here, huh?”
“No. Usually after, we’ll go out or have a party…”
“Ah, so you make sure you’re always prepared.”
“Always.”
“A proper Boy Scout.”
He snorts. “Nothing proper about me.”
“Nothing boyish either.”
He opens the locker next to me and grabs a condom without either of us having to move, and he’s inside me in no time. I grab his shoulders, hating I can’t throw back my head because of the locker at my back, and I just enjoy the feel of him, his cock, his mouth, his lips, his tongue… I know he enjoys the feel of me in return.
Once we both finish, we just continue to stand there, making out like we’re teenagers, and then we shower together and then sit on the bench and talk until he’s ready for round two. Yes, we do shower together, but after that, we head out and order a pizza to be delivered to his place. I’m almost worried it’ll be my father who somehow brings the pizza, but he doesn’t.
We’ve polished off half the pie when Gabe comes in. “Why didn’t you go to the party?” he asks.
“We’ll head over soon, I figure,” Ace says offhandedly.
“What have you two been up to?” Gabe asks, helping himself to a slice.
“Nothing much,” Ace says, but when Gabe’s back is turned, Ace winks at me, and I wink back.
I don’t know who is corrupting who as far as Ace is concerned, but I’m having fun, and that’s what I want right now. Fun.
Love doesn’t have to enter the picture. Love just mucks everything up.