Chapter 8
EIGHT
JOSH
All night I’d wanted to get my hands on David.
So much of my sex life had been pure fantasy.
The realness of David made my head spin.
His kisses were on the shy side of eager, and he touched me like I was something he was afraid of breaking.
The way he let me take over had excitement pounding through me.
The beat of my heart pulsed between my legs, and I felt the hitch in his breath when I snaked my hand into his pants.
David was rock hard, and his underwear had a damp patch on the front.
He trembled against me as I held him in my hand.
I dipped my fingers into his briefs. Swiping my thumb over the head of his dick, I loved the way it made him tremble and shake like he wasn’t going to last. It struck me that it might be a possibility.
“When’s the last time you had a mouth on your cock?” I whispered in his ear as I worked him free of his pants, tucking his briefs behind his balls to keep them out of the way.
David huffed out a weak laugh. “There might be dust on it.”
“Well,” I grazed his mouth with mine, teasing him with the ghost of a kiss. “Let’s find out.”
I put my porn skills to use and dropped to my knees in a practiced motion. David’s eyes widened. Staring down at me, they were two black pools of lust. His mouth hung open a little, and he whimpered when I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft.
Putting my finger to my lips, I made a shushing noise, reminding him to keep it down.
The garden would be closing soon, and we were definitely at risk of being caught.
Determined to make it the best, fastest blow job of his life, I got to work.
He watched, eyes heavy with interest as I swirled my tongue around the head, then took him in my mouth.
He didn’t taste like dust. He tasted like salt and skin.
Like the perfect nothing of a clean cock.
He wasn’t porn-star huge—thank God, honestly—and he was cut.
His cock had a nice little curve off to the right.
David sank his hands into my hair, but didn’t push or pull.
I looked up at him, and he was already ruined.
Panting quietly, his hair was a wreck. He looked freshly fucked, and I’d barely put my mouth on him.
God, he was so fucking hot. The textbook definition of a silver fox.
Broad shoulders, salty hair, a face with a story written between the fine lines.
He was a wet fucking dream. And right now… he was mine.
“Josh, I—” David whispered my name, and I wanted to pin him down and ride him right then. I wanted to fuck his face and leave a million marks on him. I wanted to claim him as mine because it felt like he’d claimed me already. There was so much in the way he said my name. The one syllable ruined me.
Grabbing his hips, I pulled him closer. I took him deep. All the way down. That’s when his hands really did grab my hair, more out of shock than anything. He moaned again, a little louder.
“Josh—I—close. Close. Please.” David sucked in a breath. “Fuck.”
And then he was coming, straight down my throat. I swallowed his load, every bit of it. Every drop. I set his pants to right then got to my feet and only then did I let myself look at him.
Unable to resist, I straightened his hair and his shirt. I made sure he was presentable before taking his hand and leading him out from under the tree.
“If that wasn’t your favorite spot before, I bet it is now.”
David laughed at that and tugged me closer, dropping my hand to wind his arm around my waist. “I’m never going to look at that tree the same way again.”
Laughter bubbled out of me. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“The garden is about to close, but I don’t think I’m ready for the night to be over yet,” he admitted quietly as we strolled back toward the entrance.
I was no longer half as interested in the plant life as I’d been on the way in.
“Well, the night doesn’t have to end. I happen to have left my dog at your place, so I have no reason to hurry home. If you wanted company for a while.”
He looked at me and smiled. Warm. Friendly. Intoxicating. “I’d like that.”
The drive back to his place was nice. I put my playlist on, and David seemed to enjoy it, singing along softly as he held my hand or rested his on my thigh when I needed both.
We didn’t talk very much, but the lull in conversation felt natural, like we were both equally happy to just exist near the other person.
We didn’t have to keep up a long string of small talk or search for the perfect conversation starter.
We could just chill and hang out, and it was so fucking nice to be with someone I didn’t feel I had to perform for in one way or another.
When we got back to his place, we greeted our dogs, who acted like we’d been away from them for decades instead of a couple of hours.
“Did you want a drink?” David asked as he stepped into the kitchen. He opened the door to the back yard and let the dogs out. “The yard is fenced and it’s Wally-proof, so they’ll be okay.”
“A drink you say? What are the options?”
“Beer. Wine. Orange juice. Tomorrow there’s two kinds of coffee to choose from.”
“Ooh, tomorrow you say?”
Color rose in David’s cheeks. “It’s an option.”
“David, are you asking me to spend the night?” I stepped closer. My hands had a mind of their own, and one reached for him. It slid up his chest and wrapped itself around the back of his neck. My fingertips teased the short hairs on the back of his head and he shivered under my touch.
“I might be kind of rusty, but it seems to me that only one of us got to come. And though I probably can’t get it up again quite yet, there’s plenty of things to keep me occupied until I can. I just need to know your rules first.”
“My what?” I blinked at him, his words not quite computing. And that’s when David put his hands on my hips. His fingers trembled a little, but he leaned in and he brushed the softest fucking kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Everyone has rules, Josh. For example, I’m pretty easygoing, but I don’t get off on pain. I need to know your rules.”
How was he even fucking real? The last guy I’d been on a date with had the manners of a brick. He was brutish and crass and had never met a boundary he didn’t want to cross.
My rules. Fuck. I never expected to get to this part so soon, but I guessed that’s what happened when you suck a dick under a willow tree.
There were things that he didn’t need to know yet, like how I felt better when I was the one in control. Even when I was on the bottom, I liked to keep some sort of control of the situation. But there were things that I could tell him. Things he needed to know.
“Don’t call it a pussy or a cunt. Hole is fine. Dick is fine. You can use either hole; I don’t mind.”
David frowned at me, and for a second I was ready to get my dog and get the hell out of here, and then he brushed his fingers against my cheek. “I don’t want you to not mind something, Josh. I want you to enjoy it. To want it.”
“Oh.” The word puffed out of me, taking all my anger with it.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
David had walked into my head and kicked the door down on the little locked room in my mind where I kept all my wildest dreams. The more I was with David, the more I felt like he’d been made just for me.
“I want to sit on your face.” The confession seemed crass given in the coziness of his kitchen, but I couldn’t take it back even if I wanted to.
He looked at me like the cat who ate the canary, or was about to in this case. He still seemed a bit unsure, but it had been awhile for him.
“One more awkward question and then we can bring the dogs inside.”
“Shoot.”
He grimaced, obviously embarrassed. “If things get to that point, of course we’ll use a condom, but I just want to check and make sure what you’re using them for. Like… are they just STI prevention or….”
Suddenly understanding his line of questioning—poor man—I smiled at him. “I had all the baby-making equipment yeeted, if that was your concern. So don’t worry. You’re not going to end up with another kid.”
“I was more worried about what it might mean for you, to be honest. But I’ll admit I’m a bit relieved, if that’s okay. I’m too old for babies.”
Determined to get the mood back on track, I stepped into his personal space again. I wound my arms around his waist and slid them down his back until they came to rest on his ass. Taking his cheeks in hand, I yanked him closer.
“You know, I get tested regularly, and I’m negative.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, but I’ve been tested.” David grinned at me, then kissed my cheek. “Don’t look so surprised. I didn’t live this long with only one kid by accident. And then when I got older, my kid convinced me I should get tested after every partner.”
I wrinkled my nose, aware that the mood had dipped a little. “I know this isn’t the sexiest conversation.”
“Are you kidding? There’s something… erotic about knowing what you can and can’t do with a person.
Sure, asking can be uncomfortable, and I’ve got the market cornered on that.
But I think it’s kind of hot to talk things through first. To know where the boundaries are, and what the possibilities are too. ”
“How are you even real?” I sighed.
“Not sure I have a witty answer to that one.”
“Not sure you need one,” I countered. Keeping him pressed tight against me, I kissed him.
I probably still tasted faintly of his cum, but David didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, he let out a little growl, and I kissed him deeper, dragging a hand up his body to bury my fingers in his hair.
To hold him close, to trap his mouth against mine.
David yanked his mouth away and he looked down at me, pupils so wide his eyes were black. “Stay the night.” It was a demand. A plea. A prayer.
“Try and stop me,” I answered.