Page 9 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

Was it wrong that he wished his ass would be destroyed by the monster being stroked before him?

“Open wide,” Ace said, bringing the shot glass slowly to the man’s lips.

With their eyes locked together, Blade tilted his head back and accepted the liquid down his throat.

How was it possible for a straight man to make swallowing a shot look so fucking sensual?

Behind him, a solid thumping sound caught Ace’s attention. When he turned his head slightly, his pupils dilated once again.

Between them, Blade was busy slapping his dick against his belly. Men always found the most amusing ways to play with their dicks.

In between whacks, Blade stroked his cock. The man was clearly comfortable playing wth his dick.

Ace couldn’t take it any longer.

Lowering himself onto the couch, Ace put the shot glass down, then placed his hand on Blade’s lower belly.

A moan escaped Blade’s lips.

Was this really happening?

Between them, Blade stopped stroking his cock and held his shaft up from the base. He waited. Not moving a muscle, Ace slowly moved his hand down toward the head of Blade’s shaft.

He hesitated a moment before giving in and gripping the solid piece of meat.

Another moan escaped Blade’s lips. This one was followed by Blade releasing his cock and resting his hand gently on Ace’s thigh.

Swallowing, Ace began moving his hand up and down Blade’s cock, loving the warm thickness that pressed up against his palm.

His shaft was thick and barely fit in the palm of his hand. Fuck, he could only imagine the stretch one must feel. Taking a shaft like that would be no easy task.

Licking his lower lip, Ace gripped his cock even harder, then began moving it up and down.

If this was the one and only time he ever got to jerk off Blade, he was going to make it the best god damn hand job the man had ever received.

He wanted to ruin the man. Make sure that all future hand jobs were nothing compared to the mind-altering orgasm he was about to give him. He knew it was mean, but what did he care? He had fantasized about playing with this man’s dick since he first laid eyes on him.

Behind his jeans, Ace’s cock had never been so hard. He wanted nothing more than to pull out his own dick and work them both off together.

No. Something that gay might spook the studly biker and force him to come back to his hetero senses.

No. Tonight was going to be all about Blade. Making him feel so fucking good that he had no choice but to ask for a second session.

Plus … he could always jerk off later to the raw footage.

A wicked smirk pulled at the side of Ace’s face. The thought of watching that video got his blood boiling.

Above him, Blade let out another moan. This one was deep and dripping with ecstasy.

Ace looked up and into Blade’s lust-filled eyes.

“You like that?” Ace whispered, already knowing the answer. He squeezed Blade’s cock, loving the girthy feel in his palm.

The strung-out man nodded.

Eyes heavy and lustful, Blade watched as Ace continued his assault. Long, deep strokes, mixed in with short and fast ones as well.

Blade’s breathing quickened.

His balls began to tighten.

“I… I’m… almost.” Blade’s breathing hitched.

The man was a goner. There was no turning back now.

Blade let out a roar as thick streams of cum shot onto his flexing belly.

The man jerked beneath him, riding out his orgasm as Ace continued to milk his cock.

He wasn’t stopping until Blade’s balls were empty and he was completely ruined.

This was a historic event and deserved the proper care and attention that only a man who had fantasized about this very moment for the past ten years could give.

Some might say it’s unhealthy to obsess over a man for so long, but who were they to cast judgment? They weren’t here, right now, working over the sexiest dick he had ever seen.

Once Blade’s body stopped convulsing, Ace finally released his grip and let the man’s cock slip from his hand.

That was the hottest thing he had ever done.

“Umm… I’ll get you a washcloth,” Ace mumbled, trying to ignore that nagging feeling in his stomach telling him that this would probably never happen again.

“Ah… sure,” Blade muttered, staring down at the pool of cum collecting on his belly.

Yup, the man was suffering from cum-fog remorse .

It was an affliction that all men suffered from.

The moment their balls were drained and they had shot their load, men were suddenly able to see through the horny fog in their brains, and the reality of their actions always set in. It was that stunning realization that often made men freak out and head for the nearest exit.

Thankfully, his balls were full, so he was still able to enjoy the stunning act for what it was—a hot hand-job session with the man of his dreams.

Oh well. At least he would always have his memories and, apparently, a kick-ass porno.

By the time Ace walked back into the living room with the washcloth, Blade was already sliding on his shoes.

“Umm… I should probably head out. Don’t want Marcus coming home to see me drinking all his booze.”

Blade didn’t seem too concerned about the booze earlier in the evening. But, hey, if this was how Blade chose to act after getting a hand job from a dude, who was he to argue?

“Yeah, sure. Sounds good. But are you sure you should be driving?”

Blade looked over at Ace as he appeared to suddenly realize his predicament.

“It’s fine. I’ll walk back to my place. It’s not that far.”

Blade lived about a fifteen-minute walk from his place, so it wasn’t a huge issue.

“Sure. Sounds good.” Ace followed Blade to the door and thanked him again for saving his ass once more.

Nodding, Blade exited the house and made his way down the driveway.

Once he was gone, Ace glanced at the camera that was still recording. He would have to edit that awkward interaction from the end of his newest favorite porno.

He glanced at the coffee table littered with empty booze bottles and shot glasses. Tonight had ended up being an awesome night. It was the first time that he actually got to spend any meaningful one-on-one time with Blade, and, hey, the hand job at the end had been an added bonus.

Walking to the table, he began cleaning up the mess. He hoped that there would be more nights like tonight. Even without the steaming hot dick session, he would be happy with just being able to enjoy the man’s company.

Blade really was a good guy.

Ignoring that nervous feeling in his stomach, he hoped that he hadn’t just fucked up his relationship with Blade.