Chapter 10
TEN
JOSH
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d end up here. Beneath me, David was the picture of debauchery. His salt and pepper hair rumpled, his eyes were glassy with lust, but it was the dildo in his mouth that really made me crazy.
Undressing in front of him had been a bit nerve-wracking. I thought for sure he’d hear the way my bones rattled together as my whole body trembled while I stripped, feigning a confidence I didn’t feel.
But he’d just drunk in the sight of me, his eyes not lingering on any one place because they were roaming over every inch of me. David was an easy man to read to begin with, but he did nothing to hide his appreciation when he looked at me.
Shimmying off of him, I settled between his legs, pushing them farther apart with my hands. “Bend your knees.”
David was quick to respond, doing exactly what I told him.
A quick glance at his face had my pulse racing, a heartbeat hammering between my legs, making my cock throb.
I retrieved the lube first, slicking a couple fingers before sliding them down past his taint to tease his hole.
Finally, I removed the dildo from his mouth for a second, just to give his jaw a quick rest.
“Get this nice and wet for me,” I said when I put it back in.
I teased his hole with gentle touches that followed the delicate rim of muscle. I toyed with his taint, watching the way he squirmed beneath me. When I finally dipped my finger inside him, he let out a low, guttural moan that sent shivers up my spine.
When I slipped the second finger inside him, his brow furrowed and he moaned. Watching David’s responses made my whole body throb with need. I had half a mind to crawl on top of him and ride him until he couldn’t speak or think. Until he was a symphony of sound, ruined for my pleasure.
I took the toy from his mouth and held it while I fucked him with my fingers, opening him for the toy. Part of me could have just done this all night. It wouldn’t be a hardship to take him apart with my bare hands. It would be a privilege to capture every quake and quiver with my fingers.
“Josh, please, please. Please more.” David rasped. His head tipped back. “Oh, God.”
“Are you sure you want more?” I taunted, gently stroking my fingers in and out of his soft passage.
David’s only response was another moan. He fisted the bedding and clung to it like he might fly away if he didn’t. Gently, I removed my fingers from him, and he gasped when he was empty. His eyes met mine, and they had this wild, hopeful look in them that only intensified when I lubed up the dildo.
When I notched it against his hole, my eyes flicked up to his face, watching his micro expressions. The way his brows scrunched together and relaxed when he was waiting for something. The way he’d exhale when he parted his lips to beg.
“Please.”
It was barely a word. Barely a whisper. But I felt it tug at me, making me eager to please him. I slid the dildo inside him in a long, slow motion. David gasped and writhed and panted through the intrusion and when it was fully seated, I drew it back and did it again.
His neglected cock lay hard and tempting against his skin, and I bent forward, first mouthing his balls, feeling the tender flesh under my tongue as David panted and moaned and begged.
I loved that he let me have all his sounds.
All his reactions. That he didn’t try to hide how much he liked something.
I buried the dildo up to the balls and then licked a stripe up the underside of David’s cock.
“Oh my—holy fuck. I—I—” David babbled. Broken. Shattered. Lost in ecstasy. And when I took his cock in my mouth, salty precum overwhelmed my senses. Hands, gentle, not forceful, rested in my hair.
It took a minute to get a rhythm going, but I sucked his cock while I fucked his hole with the toy. His hands stayed in my hair, but they remained gentle. Like he needed only connection, not control.
“Josh, I’m close. I’m so—oh, God.” David’s words broke off into a particularly powerful moan when I took him down to the root, swallowing around him, glad that he was on the larger size of average without tipping the scales into mammoth.
He had a cock that was easy to take. I thought about riding him again, about slicking myself up and stretching myself to take him.
I thought of his fingers in me, and how they’d feel.
If they’d feel as good as they did when they scraped against my scalp in a tender way that had shivers dancing up my spine.
I eased off, not ready for David to come yet and when he realized that, he let out a weak, breathless laugh.
“Oh, that’s evil. It’s—fuck. So nice, but so, so evil.”
I released his cock from my mouth, but kept the one in his ass going at a slow and steady pace.
The way David looked at me made my insides turn to liquid.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was still something vaguely familiar about him.
My romantic little heart wanted to believe that it was my soul recognizing his.
Without a real-world explanation, it was something I was willing to let myself think. A nice little daydream.
“If you think that’s evil…” I didn’t give him any further warning, just slid his cock back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, flicking and teasing as I drew the cock in his ass out, and when I slid it back in, I angled it differently.
It took a couple of tries to get it just right, but I could tell by the way David nearly jolted off the bed that I’d found the magic spot inside him.
“Nnnngh,” David moaned. It might have been a word, but me pegging his prostate had glitched his power of speech.
Suddenly he was a writhing mass of whimpers and moans.
He didn’t know whether to try and fuck my face or ride the cock in his ass, and after a minute of internal struggle, he gave up and went almost completely limp.
His legs flopped open wide. The sound of his raspy, heavy breathing was sprinkled with intermittent moans.
I kept him on the edge for a bit longer.
Then I left the cock in buried in his ass.
I released his cock from my mouth and climbed up his body, straddling him again.
I lined his cock up against mine and kissed him hard and deep as I writhed against him.
His slick cock was hard and hot against mine.
David’s arms wrapped around me, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other around my waist, pulling me closer.
He didn’t push for more than this, more than the not-so-slow and steady grind against his cock.
And maybe it was the way he was patient with me, the way he let me have my own way with everything, the way he looked at me with hunger not curiosity, that had me panting into his mouth as I ground harder, faster.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice thick and quiet.
His words only spurred me on, making me frantic, and then he was coming, hot and wet and sticky between us.
I pushed myself up so I could watch his face when he let go.
The tic of his jaw as he tensed with his body.
The look of relief on his face when he could finally take a breath again.
The hue of pink on his skin from pleasure and exertion. He was fucking beautiful.
I came apart on that thought, my writhing, convulsing body rocking against his cock. I thought about taking it inside me, feeling that stretch, that fullness, but the moment passed with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
David pulled me close again and I let him. I used his body for a giant pillow and just collapsed in his arms, his still half-hard cock mashed between us.
“I could go again,” I mused, kissing his neck. He tasted like fresh sweat, that unmistakable tang of salt flooding my tastebuds.
David chuckled. “Give me an hour or twelve.” His hands skated up and down my back.
“If you need twelve hours, maybe I should stay for that morning coffee. It would save me the trouble of coming all the way back here.”
“I do have a spare toothbrush and an unused side of the bed. I do, ah… I do let Wally sleep in here with me. If that’s a problem for you. I wasn’t going to let him on the bed when I first got him, but… well, you’ve seen him. How could I say no?”
It was weirdly domestic to spend the afterglow talking about doggy sleeping arrangements, but I found myself enjoying the experience. Usually as soon as I was done, it was time to mop up and go.
“You know…” David purred. “Just because I’m done for now, doesn’t mean you have to be. If you’re ready to go again, I’d be happy to get you off.”
He kissed the side of my head as his fingers walked down my back. They grazed the top of my ass, skimming past the crease and back up my body. I quivered when he brushed his fingertips through the back of my short hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me how to please you.”
“Jesus Christ, that’s hot.” I shifted a little, lust flaring up in me like fireworks.
I rolled onto my back, and David followed me.
Nestling into my side instead of pinning me to the bed with his body, not that I would have minded.
He was bigger than me in all the ways. Solid.
Sturdy. I imagined being trapped under him, at his mercy, and that thought made me writhe.
“Tell me what you want,” David purred again. Dragging his hand down my neck, he paused when he reached my clavicle. “Do you like your chest touched?”
Something wobbled loose inside me, and my breath caught. Patiently, David waited for an answer. He looked unbothered, unhurried, like he’d wait all night for me to answer.
“You can touch me anywhere you want. My nipples aren’t as sensitive as they used to be, but I don’t mind them being touched.”
A smile flickered and he dragged his hand lower, his fingers skimming past my nipples to dance across my ribcage.
“I don’t want to do things that you don’t mind, Josh. I asked what you liked.”
This. Man. Was. Going. To. Kill. Me.
“Tell me how to please you,” he whispered, bringing his mouth down to mine, almost touching. So close, yet so fucking far away.
“Kiss me,” I demanded softly. “Kiss me everywhere. Fill me with your fingers.” Worship me. Adore me. Fuck me. Love me. Keep me. “Touch me.”
David’s hand dipped lower, his fingers grazed my cock, and that’s when he leaned down and kissed me. Just a brush of his lips against mine at first. A breath of air.
“Like this?” he asked, sliding his hand lower, almost like he was going to dip his fingers in me, then he retreated and I found myself tilting my hips, trying to chase his fingers.
Unable to help myself, I grabbed him and hauled him to me. Slanting his mouth over mine, I devoured him. Licked my way into his mouth as my body throbbed to the beat of my heart.
After a minute of swirling tongues and desperation, David pulled back and we both took a deep breath. His forehead pressed against mine.
“Yeah, like that.” I told him. Releasing him from my grasp, I moved my hand lower and pressed down on his, encouraging his fingers toward my entrance. “And like this.”
David’s lips grazed mine and I gasped as he slid a single finger inside me. “Just like that.” I told him, shifting around to spread my legs wider and make more room for him.
“Just like that,” I said again, but this time it sounded less like a command and more like I was begging for his touch.
But David didn’t make me beg.