It’s just that now he knew exactly how good Ace was, and he didn’t want to waste any time with someone new who could potentially disappoint.
Paul pulled back to look at Ace’s flushed face and quivering body.
“How do you want me?” Paul rasped, slowly stroking Ace’s cock. “Want my cock inside you? Your cock in my mouth? My hand? Whatever you want. Anything you want. Tell me.”
Ace’s eyes were dilated to full dark. “M-mouth,” he moaned. “Suck me. Please.”
“Mmm, excellent choice.” Paul engulfed his cock in one sudden motion, drawing a shocked gasp from Ace.
“Ohhh, can’t, can’t,” Ace panted. “Gonna make me … so good…”
“Then come,” Paul rumbled. “Come for me. Want to drink you, all of you.” He sucked sharply on the head of Ace’s cock and tightly jerked the shaft.
Ace grunted suddenly and unloaded in Paul’s waiting mouth. Paul kept his mouth on the spasming cock while he kept his eyes on Ace’s bliss-filled face.
He pulled his mouth off Ace’s cock with a wet pop and licked his lips with a satisfied hum.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Excellent choice.”
The taste of Ace in his mouth strengthened his need for release, and Paul maneuvered to his knees and hovered over him. He needed to come badly, but he didn’t want Ace to do anything for him but recover.
“Gonna come all over you,” Paul gasped, furiously pulling on his cock, pushing himself over the edge. He arched his back and came with a rough jerk, letting his seed dribble onto Ace’s belly.
Spent, Paul collapsed bodily on top of Ace, letting the sticky, warm fluid smear between them. He wanted Ace to smell like him for just a little longer.
Mine, he thought.
Even though his rules had no allowance for any “mine,” it was just so easy to say “fuck the rules” during an afterglow.
Eventually, he slid to the side to free Ace from his own heavier body. Truthfully, though, he could have happily fallen back asleep right there.
“Mmmm,” Ace purred and stretched out. “I just love it when you talk dirty.”
Paul lifted his head to look at him. “Oh really? That’s what does it for you?”
“Oh, a lot of things do it for me, but that’s definitely at the top of my list,” Ace said. “Especially with that voice.”
Paul filed that away for next time. It looked as though he’d have to convince Ace anew every time, especially if Ace decided to get serious about this closet cases policy. Paul needed to use all the weapons at his disposal.
“Well, Cinderella,” Ace sighed, “ball’s over. Shoe’s gone. We have to get out of this bed. Or pumpkin. Whatever.”
Damn. Now Paul had to perform a rather delicate extraction and get himself out of Ace’s house while still leaving the door open for more in the future.
“Cinderella, huh? Does that make you my Fairy Godmother?” Paul teased.
Ace grinned. “Got the fairy part right. And possibly the magic wand. Don’t know if I have the power to grant wishes, though.”
Paul loved that smile, loved the way it illuminated his beautiful face. Captivated, he leaned in to steal another kiss.
Ace dodged the move and slid out of bed. “Nope. The night is officially over. Time to face the day.” He winked at Paul and strode naked into the bathroom.
Paul kept his eyes trained on that perfect, tight ass until it disappeared. He sighed and, with effort, pulled his body out of bed.
Ace’s bedroom was on the top floor of his quirky Victorian house, and its window had a good view of both the street below and, off in the distance, of the taller campus buildings.
Paul heard the shower spurt to life in the adjoining bathroom as he leaned against the tall window and took in the view.
He saw his black Acura parked in the driveway and spotted a couple of cyclists speed by. Across the street, a family was returning from church, and another neighbor who probably never went to church was working on his yard.
This was a great neighborhood. A place to really live, not just a building to sleep in and play video games, which is how he saw his condo. He could picture himself here, sitting with Ace on that big front porch while Lola patrolled the yard in front of their crayon-crazy funky house.
His blood froze at a sudden realization: He had spent the night at the very visible, very recognizable house of a gay man. An out gay man. In his own town. His smallish Kansas town. His car was in the driveway. There were people all over the street who would see him leave this morning.
Privacy was a myth, he knew that. No such thing. All it took was one person recognizing him and connecting the dots just one client or one in-law of his own neighbors and then his carefully kept secret would collapse on top of him.
This. Is why. There are rules.
He had to get out of here. Now.