Chapter 9
NINE
DAVID
With the dogs happily settled inside, it wasn’t until we stepped into my bedroom and shut the door that I realized how woefully unprepared I was.
Josh took one look at my bed, the rumpled covers, the stack of books on my side of the bed, the dirty laundry hanging over the edge of the hamper.
Perhaps the most incriminating item was the tub of gummy candy on the un-slept-in side of the bed.
I dropped Josh’s hand and hurried over there, moving the candy to the empty nightstand instead.
“I’d say it’s not what it looks like, but we both know what it looks like.
” It looked like a terminally single man with a sweet tooth lived in this room.
I turned, not expecting Josh to be right there, not expecting the way he was gazing at me—like I was lunch—or the way his fingers fluttered at my throat.
Undoing my shirt buttons, I realized after a second.
I watched Josh watch me as he undressed me.
He couldn’t take his eyes off my chest, and it wasn’t until he shoved the shirt off my shoulders that he looked up at me.
His eyes were pools of raw want and vulnerability.
Maybe I was seeing a bit of myself in them.
I wasn’t a fit twenty-something anymore.
I was soft in the middle and had an ass that jiggled. No buns of steel here.
Next to Josh, I had to look old. Silver in my hair.
Wrinkles and fine lines giving away my age.
A middle made soft by a slow, sedentary life.
Which suited me just fine. But standing in front of Josh, who was all fresh faced and beautiful, well—I didn’t feel old, but it made me more aware of my age in a way that I wasn’t used to.
Most of my partners and hookups had been a similar age to me.
Josh’s fingers danced down the line of my jaw.
The gentle touch made my eyes shut, and I leaned into him as he tugged the shirt the rest of the way off my arms. Warm lips danced across my shoulder.
Hands smoothed up my bare back. I was already so fucking hard I couldn’t think or breathe, and then Josh nuzzled into my neck.
Peppered me with kisses as he drew closer to his target.
The moment his mouth was on mine, I moaned.
I let him lead the kiss. It started off slow at first. A gentle get-to-know-you glide of lips on lips.
Then his tongue teased its way into my mouth.
Josh’s hands slid down my back, then he gripped my ass and pulled me closer.
My cock pressed against him and I gave into the primal urge to thrust, to rut, to grind my dick against him.
“Get on the bed.” Josh tore his mouth away from mine.
Not one to argue, I flicked the button of my pants open, then quickly stepped out of them, leaving my briefs on for now. I’d let Josh set the pace and it didn’t look as presumptuous as it would have if I stripped down to nothing.
Josh watched with obvious interest as I stretched out on the bed. I lay on my back, then propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him. He stripped out of his shirt first and his gaze met mine. There was a defiance in it, like he was waiting for me to have a problem with his body.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told him, meaning every word.
His arms were muscular, not overly, but they were plainly something he’d worked on a lot in the gym.
His shoulders looked like they could hold up the world, like Atlas.
My gaze roamed over his chest. Twin scars, not recent, but not really old, stretched across his chest.
He had a smattering of chest hair and a thin trail of hair traveled down his belly. Fuck, I wanted to kiss that little treasure trail. Run my mouth down his body and feel it against my skin.
My cock twitched in my briefs, clearly agreeing with the sight before me. Then he stripped out of his pants all at once, like he was ripping off a Band-Aid.
“I believe you mentioned riding my face,” I rasped, my voice thick with want. My mouth fucking watered at the thought of having those strong, furry thighs wrapped around my head.
The longer he was naked, the more comfortable he got.
It felt like this wasn’t so much of a test as it was an adjustment period for him.
And then suddenly it was like he’d decided that it was safe, and he smiled at me as he dragged a hand down his body.
I followed it as it slid over his nipple, then lower to caress his stomach. It dipped lower, between his legs.
“Do you like what you see?” Josh asked, a little cocky to hide the vulnerability of the moment.
“I do, but I’d like a better look.” I moved my arms and lay flat on my back. Splaying my arms out to the sides, I lifted my head and met his gaze.
He gave me a look that was half smirk, half grimace. “That was really lame, for the record.”
He didn’t let my lameness deter him from crawling up onto the bed and straddling me, though. His ass pressed down against my cock, and I was suddenly questioning the reasoning behind leaving my briefs on.
“For the record, I am lame. I’m a dad, the bad jokes are part of my DNA now.” I moved my arms closer, bringing my hands up to let them rest on the curve of his ass. “I do know one sure-fire method of shutting me up, though.”
I let my gaze flick down, then back up to his face. “It is, after all, rude to talk with your mouth full.”
When Josh laughed then, it appeared the last bit of his shell cracked and fell off, leaving him room to enjoy himself more. To laugh. To smile down at me like maybe I wasn’t a bad decision or a future regret.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Josh shimmied up the bed, one hand reached past me, probably to grip the headboard, the other sank into my hair, and then my eyes closed as he brought himself to my face.
The first thing I did was lick his cock with my tongue, relishing in the fact that I could lick and suck the whole thing with ease.
Above me, Josh moaned and the grip in my hair tightened.
Using my hands to pull him closer, I sank my mouth onto him, into him.
Using my tongue to lick and taste and tease.
Every so often, I’d let my fingers dip in between his ass cheeks.
As Josh got worked up, his hips got in on the action, and he ground against my face, burying my mouth between his legs. Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. His head was tipped back and a flush of crimson had crept up his body. I moaned, fully aware of the effect that those vibrations would have.
“Oh fuck.” He gasped. “Oh yes.”
I moaned again and Josh’s hips moved in an erratic motion.
“Oh shit. I—” Josh’s words got cut off as he devolved into whimpers. “Oh fuck. Oh, God. I wish—” Josh bit off his words again and then he stopped grinding against me. His chest heaved as he gulped air into his lungs. And I continued sucking and licking and relishing the taste of every drop of him.
He moved down the bed, removing himself from my face, and he had no problem kissing me afterward. His hand snaked down my front, toward my cock, and I let out a weak laugh.
“Not yet. I get one more orgasm, and I’m not ready for it yet.”
Josh kissed the corner of my mouth. “If I had my strap here, I could make you come more than once.” He kissed me again, softer, sweeter, but there was a hint of something in his tone. A flash of authority that made my stomach wobble in the very best way.
“What would you do to me, if you did?”
Josh slid his hand over top of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze through the fabric. “I’d put you on your face, with your ass in the air, and I’d eat you until you were leaking. And then I’d slide in nice and slow. I’d let you feel every fucking inch of me.”
An idea flashed up in my head, and it was out of my mouth before I could think twice.
“I have toys,” I told him. “And if you wanted to… you could use them… on me.”
Josh moved back to put enough space between us so he could look at me. “Are you serious?”
Suddenly worried that I’d crossed a line, I reached for him. Cradled his face in my hands. “You can do whatever you want to me. Whether it’s nothing, or some frotting, or if you wanted to fuck me stupid with one of my toys, that’s okay too.”
“You’d let me top you?” Josh seemed a little awestruck. A little starry-eyed.
“I’d let you do just about anything to me. Anything you want.”
Josh’s brow furrowed and he dragged a hand down my chest. His fingers twirled in my chest hair. “Anything I want,” he echoed quietly.
“Anything you want.”
“And if I want to be in control?”
His eyes were soft and hopeful, and I knew then that yes, I’d give him anything he wanted. Do anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted.
“Then you can be in control. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.” I was basically begging now, because the more he wrapped his head around what I was saying, the more he seemed to glow.
“Where do you keep your toys?” he asked, a dangerous but happy gleam in his eyes.
“Nightstand.” I said and then Josh was on the move. Stretching over top of me to reach my nightstand. “I clean them after each use, so just grab the whole bag.”
I kept a bottle of lube in with the toys for the occasions that I wanted to use them. Most of the time, I sought a solo release in the shower because it was convenient and made cleanup simple.
Josh sat on me and pulled the bag open. “It’s like Christmas.”
He beamed as he pulled out the first one.
It was honestly girthier than I was used to taking, and I saved that one for special occasions.
Really special ones. Josh quickly deemed that one unsuitable and gently put it down so he could grab another one.
The second one was less girthy. Shaped like a real cock with balls, it was the kind you could suction cup to things and really go for a ride.
It was also my favorite.
It must have shown on my face because suddenly Josh grinned wolfishly. “And we have a winner.” He eyed the toy. “You say you clean it after every use, right?”
“Of course.”
Something glimmered in his eyes and he brought the toy close to my face.
“Hold this for me?” His free hand was planted over my heart, and I wondered if that was by design so he could feel the way it raced in my chest as I parted my lips and let him slide the silicone between them.
He sat back and looked at me like he was ready to devour me.
I couldn’t wait.