Page 24 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

“Wow. Leave it to the gays to ensure that even their murders have a top-notch view.” Blade chuckled.

“Actually, I thought it might be fun to ride you on your bike in front of that view.”

A wicked grin slid across Ace’s face.

“Now you’re talking!” Blade cheered, yanking off his shirt and fumbling with his belt.

He couldn’t help the excitement quickly building in his chest. He couldn’t wait to get balls deep inside that pretty little hole.

Ace’s ass was now Blade’s drug of choice.

Goodbye, coke; hello, meaty piece of ass!

Ace chuckled as he approached Blade’s bike.

“Swing your legs over the side so I can start by sucking your dick.”

Blade did as he was told. He undid his jeans and dropped them down around his ankles.

He knew he was not being romantic or sexy, but that was him. He fucked hard and rough, and didn’t care about making the before stuff look sexy.

Ace knew what he was getting.

He was a biker, not a pop star.

If Ace wanted fancy and romantic, he would have gone after a stockbroker or a European.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Ace gushed as he leaned in to kiss Blade’s lips. With his hand, he grabbed Blade’s cock and began stroking it from base to tip.

Blade pulled Ace firmly against his body. He needed to be close to Ace. He needed to feel him, touch him, connect with him.

Their kiss was so intimate.

That was one of the things he loved about Ace: The boy never held back. When he was passionate about something, the world knew about it.

“Now, I want you to sit back and enjoy.” Ace moaned as he pushed himself away from Blade’s body and slid down to his knees.

Brushing his hand through his hair, Blade watched as Ace began tonguing his nutsack. He began with long, slow licks before shoving each ball, one at a time, into his mouth.

Moaning, Blade held onto the sides of his bike as he watched the boy between his legs worship his balls before moving on to his shaft.

Damn, the boy knew how to suck cock.

How many other men had the pleasure of enjoying the boy’s sinful mouth?

How many others had unloaded and painted those sexy Latino lips before pushing their cock into the boy’s mouth once more?

How many bodies was he going to have to bury, once he finally figured out Ace’s body count? The New Mexico desert was going to look like a slice of Swiss cheese.

“Do you know how long I’ve been fantasizing about having your dick in my mouth?” Ace asked, looking up at him like he was the sexist man alive.

What was the boy talking about?

“How long?”

“Since that day you saved me food at the barbecue.”

Blade scrunched his face. What was he talking about?

“What? When was that?”

“I was about sixteen years old. Marcus was hosting a barbecue at our place. Our parents had just taken off, so it was just him and me living alone in the house. I had gone inside to restock the beer, and when I came out, all of the food had been eaten.”

“Except for the plate that I saved for you.” He had almost forgotten that moment.

The guys had been throwing back the food like it was going out of style, and Ace was nowhere to be found. Blade remembered grabbing an assortment of food because he wasn’t sure what Ace liked to eat at the time.

“That was the moment that I fell in love with you. Someone who barely knew me was looking after me for once. Of course, at that age, I didn’t know what love was. But over the years, I watched you, got to see the kind of man you really were, then of course, you began entering my jack-off sessions.”

Blade chuckled. “Wow, I had no idea. You’ve been obsessed with this dick for that long?” Blade held up his cock and slapped Ace on the lips a couple of times with it.

He knew that this was a sweet moment, and he loved the guy for it. But cheekiness was his personality. So, of course, he was going to make a joke to lighten the mood.

Ace chuckled.

“Speaking of.” He dove back down on Blade’s cock, swallowing the whole thing in one fell swoop.

Gasping, Blade braced himself on his bike and watched as his dick took the sucking of a lifetime. Licking, sucking, slurping. He swore that at one point, his soul was ripped through his dick hole.

He couldn’t take much more.

When Blade was just about to come, Ace pulled off and looked at him knowingly.

“That was just the appetizer.”

Holy shit, this man was going to kill him.

“Now it’s time for the main course.” Ace pulled a condom out of his wallet and rolled it down the length of Blade’s shaft.

Was this how his story ended? Fucked to death by a soul-sucking twink with a magic ass and an obsession with his dick?

“What about lube? I don’t want to hurt you,” Blade said, a pang of disappointment hitting his chest, realizing that they might not be able to fuck without any lube.

“What do you take me for? An amateur? This is top-shelf ass you are about to fuck. I always come prepared.” Ace pulled a travel packet of lube out of the other side of his wallet and passed it to Blade. “Hold this for a sec.”

Blade watched as Ace stripped out of his clothes, placed them neatly on his own bike, then proceeded to remove Blade’s jeans the rest of the way.

Once they were both naked, Ace took the lube back and began lubing his ass.

“Sit back on the bike and make yourself comfortable,” Ace ordered.

Once Blade was situated, Ace climbed onto his lap and grabbed the base of Blade’s cock with his hand. Staring into his eyes, Ace lined Blade’s dick up with his hole, then slowly began to lower himself onto it.

“Jesus.” Ace gasped, clenching his eyes shut as he continued to lower himself down.

“Fuck, your ass is so tight.”

“It’s because your dick is so fucking big! Like, Jesus, dude. Couldn’t you have been six inches like every other Waspy white dude I’ve ever dated? Like, fuck!”

Blade chuckled until Ace shot him a stare that threatened death and a life without a penis.

Apparently, sitting on dick was not the time to make jokes and laugh at one’s hilarious comments.

“You’re doing great, babe. Taking that dick like the pro you are.”

Now Ace let out a giggle. “Stop, you’re making me sound like a hooker.”

“Judging by that dick-sucking ability of yours, I’m starting to wonder if perhaps you’ve got a little side gig going on.”

Ace slapped Blade on the chest.

He loved playing with the boy.

“Ahh, there we go,” Ace let out when his ass finally rested on Blade’s lap. He began rolling his hips, sliding Blade’s cock in and out of his tight heat.

His ass felt incredible. Tight, smooth, and warm around his body.

Blade grabbed Ace by the hips and began fucking up into the boy. His ass was too fucking good not to take control.

As if sensing Blade’s excitement, Ace placed his hands on Blade’s shoulders and began picking up the pace.

“Holy fuck.” Blade gasped as his dick gave over to the horny demon clinging to his meat. He leaned back and surrendered himself to the stud currently riding his dick like his life depended on it.

His body moved fast and deep and clenched down hard whenever he felt Blade’s dick begin to twitch.

Seeing the look of pure pleasure on the boy’s face, Blade was finally able to collect himself enough to regain some of the control he so willingly lost.

Not wanting to be outdone, Blade grabbed Ace by the waist and began fucking up into his delicious body.

Soft light kissed the surface of Ace’s face, making him look like an angel. All that changed the moment Blade rammed his cock up against Ace’s prostate, causing the boy to throw his head back and cry out with pleasure.

“Yes! Right there!” Ace screamed out, digging his nails into Blade’s shoulders as his prostate got assaulted by Blade’s massive dick.

“More! Faster!” Ace shouted, holding on for dear life. “Oh my god, yes! I love that fucking dick!”

Blade felt like a stallion. Hearing the sinful words spilling from Ace’s mouth had him feeling like he had the biggest dick in the world. God, he loved this man.

Then it hit. Blade reached that point of no return.

“Shit! I’m… coming…” He gasped, grabbing hold of Ace’s ass cheeks as he unloaded inside his tight little hole.

Ace let out another cry as he grabbed his dick and began jerking it while grinding his ass into Blade’s lap.

A moment later, Ace joined Blade in spilling his load.

Their bodies spasmed, both coming together in a frenzy of curses and loud grunts.

Blade squeezed Ace’s ass as he rode out his orgasm for as long as he could. He was never going to release these ass cheeks for as long as he lived.

“Holy fuck!” Blade exhaled, leaning back on his bike, having no idea how they didn’t knock the fucking thing over. “That was amazing.”

He had never had an orgasm so intense that he could barely think straight. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what he was doing.

“You really do have a magic hole, dude,” Blade huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t get me started on that massive dick of yours,” Ace returned, giving him a side smirk of his own. He leaned forward and gently kissed Blade’s lips.

Slowly, their mouths melted together, deepening with every stroke of their tongues.

Blade lifted himself up once again, feeling his cock begin to get hard.

Ace moaned. “Mmm, I can feel your dick getting hard inside me.”

“Fucking hot. Right?”

Yes, he knew he sounded douchey and cocky as shit, but the truth was, anything involving Ace naked and on his dick was hot.

They continued to make out under the Vegas heat and gentle moonlight—Blade holding onto Ace’s body, as Ace continued to ride his dick.

This was the perfect way to end an evening.

Alone.

Together.

Dick buried inside his boy.

How could something that feels so right not be a good idea?

Blade didn’t want to think about all the complications that awaited them when they returned to the motel and the rest of the crew.

For now, he wanted to live in ignorant bliss, kissing the lips of the boy he had loved for years, dick buried deep inside his smoking hot hole.

This was where he belonged.