Page 92 of Love's Ace

I repeated the process a few more times before reluctantly pulling back. I had to, though. I could have spent all night worshiping his cock, but I wanted more. We bothneededmore, and my fingers were shaking from the weight of it when I grabbed the bottle of lube.

“Roll over for me?” The question came soft, and Wren’s body moved languidly, already loose with pleasure. It burned through me, knowing that just a few touches had him melting beneath my fingertips. He rocked his ass upward, spreading his legs and offering himself to me. And fuck…

He looked so pretty like that. My eyes roamed over the tattoo on his back—the ink couldn’t hold a candle to his real wings, but it was still gorgeous. There were loops of black all over his skin, but his wings…

My fingers touched down just above his ass and slowly trailed along his spine.

Like they were on springs, the instant I pressed between his shoulder blades, I got to watch in fascination as the feathered tattoos gained texture, coming to life. There was a moment where it was just feathers on skin, and then in a burst they spilled into the air, reaching for me.

God, they were beautiful.

“Theo.” Then he spoke softer. “Keep touching me, please?”

Wren’s voice held so much tenderness. So much ache and need. The want in him seemed endless, a hole waiting to be filled that went all the way down.

I wanted to live there in that space, to exist in his desire andneedfor me. His love was all the food I needed, the only thing necessary for survival.

I could be happy there.

Fuck, Wren made mehappy.

I slicked my fingers with lube and pressed myself forward—it was easy to lay myself along his back to trail my lips betweenhis shoulder blades. I pressed the ghost of a kiss there and slid my fingers between his cheeks, slicking his hole while I flicked my tongue out to lick the place where his wings spilled from his back.

The skin was softer there, cool and perfect under my touch. Wren rolled his body back against me like I’d taken his cock into my mouth again.

I wanted more.

I wanted all of him.

He rocked his hips upward when I slid a finger inside him, pressing slow and deep, up to the knuckle. It tore a moan from his chest, and I nuzzled my face against his back, drawing my digit out before thrusting in again. I fucked him with one finger until I found that place inside him that made his entire body jolt, nearly coming off the bed. The sensation tore through us both, nearly undoing me. I had to calm myself with a shaking breath, but when I came back, it was with more lube and two fingers. I fucked him slow and steady until he was panting beneath me, the flutter of his wings making the world around us hum lightly.

When he turned his head and gasped my name again, I knew I was lost—I couldn’t resist the lure of his warmth, the need to feel that connection. I pulled back long enough to slick my cock, then pressed back between his legs.

“I love you, Wren.” I bowed my head between his wings again, propping myself up with one hand while the other held his hip so I could guide myself slowly inside him. “I neverknewwhat love felt like until I met you. Everything hurt. Everything was broken edges and shards. I didn’t know it was because my pieces were waiting for yours. I didn’t know there was someone who could make me feelwhole.” I rocked my hips forward, sliding in a careful inch at a time while Wren’s entire body shivered underneath me.

“Theo.” He whispered my name, and I watched in fascination as his fingers twisted in the sheets while I bottomed out inside him. “Mmmf… fuck. My whole life… all of it. It was for this. For you. I was waiting for you. I wasmadefor you.”

He sounded half delirious, and his words tapered off into low groans as I started to move. I rocked into the tight heat of his ass and moaned, thrusting a little harder each time I pulled out, filling him faster and faster until the pleasure of it started to lick up my spine.

It wasn’t enough, though—I needed more. I needed all of him. My fingers on his hips urged him up onto his hands and knees, and my next thrust went even deeper as I followed him. I was greedy when I slid my palms along his sides, lost in how much Iwantedwhen I grabbed the base of his wings and used the leverage to arch his shoulders back. Wren whimpered, and I felt the electricity of his pleasure tearing little fissures in my skin and filling me up with howgoodit felt. I held his wings and used them to fuck into him.

Once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. He was so hot and tight around my cock, squeezing me with each tremble of his body. When he braced himself on one arm and dropped the other between his legs to take his length in hand, I gave myself over to the feel of it all.

My fingers were tight, squeezing the muscles of his wings with every snap of my hips, and my moans came in little punched-out sobs as I fucked him—sobs and the slap of flesh, my heart thundering and Wren’s wings fluttering. The room was filled with a mixture of noise that shouldn’t have made sense, but was somehow the most beautiful song I’d ever heard.

And it came to a crescendo when Wren gasped, when he thrust his body back hard to meet mine, and I felt him seize up a second before his ass completely clenched around me and the white-hot blaze of his orgasm roared through me. I wasn’t sure how Iheld out as he came up, knocking me back so I kneeled behind him and he could straddle me. Wren rode out his orgasm while I found myself lost in the flutter of his wings and the clenching of his body.

My arms wrapped around his chest, sliding down to the mess on his stomach. When he dropped down and took me inside the heat of him, my head fell forward, buried against his back, as I came in pulses of pleasure that stole my breath from one second to the next and left me shivering behind him while I filled him.

He bounced a few more times, milking every drop of pleasure from my dick and riding out his own orgasm before falling forward. I collapsed on his back, my arms trapped beneath his chest, my body nestled between his wings, and my cock slowly going soft inside him.

It was perfect.

Hewas perfect.

It was almost painful to move, but I needed to. I rolled to the side, but only long enough to get my arms around him so I could pull him on top of me. The slick mess of his orgasm was hot where our bodies pressed together, and my oversensitized cock tried to twitch to life at the feel of him against me.

I looked up at him, at the dark hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and the ring of lilac barely visible around dark, blown pupils.

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