Chapter 11
ELEVEN
DAVID
Josh was coming apart beneath me. His hand pressed down on mine, encouraging my fingers to dip lower toward his entrance.
His legs spread wide for me, making room.
Using the heel of my hand, I ground down on his cock and teased the entrance of his front hole.
Josh guided my hand lower, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his breathing became more and more unsteady as he came undone.
“Like this?” I asked, dipping a finger inside him. Just one. Gently gliding inside. He was wet from our earlier activities, but I wanted him soaked. Slippery. Saturated. A protest fell from his lips when I pulled my hand away, and I paused to dust a reassuring kiss against his lips.
“Just need a second, angel.”
Josh snorted a laugh. “I’m no angel,” he disagreed, his eyes following my every move as I reached for the lube. Warmth pooled in his eyes.
“Well, if you’re not an angel, I guess I could call you my dirty little devil.” I squirted an ample amount of lube onto my fingers then pressed them back between his legs, making him nice and wet. I slid my finger back inside him, spreading the lube around in there too, the best I could anyway.
“More,” Josh crooned, his hips tilting up to chase my touch.
Who was I to deny him something he asked so nicely for? I added a second finger and fucked them in and out of him slowly, making sure to keep teasing his cock the best I could. Lying on my side, though, my other arm was trapped and useless.
“Let’s try something.” I moved around, propping myself up against the headboard. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and patted the space between them. “Come here.”
Josh scrambled to obey, pausing when we were face to face to crash our mouths together.
Kissing him made my head spin. It made me forget everything else.
The slight throb between my legs from taking that cock up my ass.
The faint, post-orgasm afterglow. And then he pulled away and the earth snapped back into focus.
He settled himself between my legs, back pressed to my chest.
“Now what?” His voice was hushed and hungry. I could practically feel the want vibrate off his bones as he shifted around.
“Now you just relax.” I dragged my mouth to the shell of his ear. At the same time, I let my hands return to his body. They mapped the planes of his chest, then slid lower. In this position, in this light, I could see that his thighs were delightfully hairy too.
“I love that you don’t shave.” I brought my hand down lower again, caressing his cock.
Stroking it and teasing it. Then I slid my hands to his inner thighs and pulled them apart, exposing him.
My fingers went back to his hole and dipped inside.
Josh gasped and bucked, and I held him still with my other arm.
“I love how tight you are,” I whispered, two fingers sliding deeper inside him, curling inward to find that special spot.
I wanted to milk him dry. To stretch him open and fuck him with as many fingers as I could fit.
I wanted to spend hours devouring him, tasting every fold of flesh, feeling every muscle quiver under my touch.
With one hand occupied fucking him slowly, I let the other hand slide down his body and teased his cock with gentle touches. Gasping and moaning, he reached for me, his hands digging into my thighs when he found them.
I teased him like that for a long time. Two fingers, then three, then two again. I stroked and rubbed his cock until he shook and cried out, his hole clenching around me and even when he shook and gasped and moaned, I didn’t stop.
And when he asked for more, I was ready to oblige.
“David, I need—” Josh writhed, trying to fuck himself on my fingers.
“Get on your hands and knees. I know what you need.”
He tipped forward, planting his hands on the mattress.
He scooted forward a bit, then pressed his chest against the bed, keeping his ass elevated.
His ass was gorgeous and round, two perfectly formed cheeks with a slightly hairy, pretty pink hole.
I could see the dampness from the lube and his own cum spread between his legs, making things shiny.
I knelt up behind him, stroked my hands down his back, stopped to squeeze his ass. “Can I taste you?” I asked, nearly desperate to put my mouth on him.
Josh’s body responded before his mouth, arching his back, widening his legs. “God, yes.”
If I were a man who liked any sort of competition, I’d ask what was the most he’d ever come in one night, and then I’d do my best to double that. I’d fuck him until he was nothing but sweat and cum and smiles.
My first kiss landed on the top of his ass where his crease began.
Then I kissed lower. I listened to the way Josh’s breathing hitched.
Felt the way he stiffened with anticipation.
He was rigid, like a held breath desperate to be exhaled.
The sound he made when I licked him from his taint to his hole made my dick twitch.
Telling me it suddenly had time and energy for another round.
I didn’t ignore it. I used it to fuel my passion as I laved my tongue over his hole, tasting the soft musky flavor there. As I teased and licked his ass, I slid my fingers back into his front hole. Josh clenched around them, bucked against my mouth, and rode my face again.
Winding an arm over top of him, around the small of his back, I held him tight while I devoured him, fucking him with three fingers at the same time.
Every stroke of my fingers inside him seemed to make him fall apart even more.
My tongue dipped inside his ass and he practically screamed, rocking forward, like he wanted to get away, and then back like he changed his mind. And then back again to seek more.
With his hole nice and wet, slippery and open, I sat up and traced the pad of my finger over the glistening pucker.
“Can I finger you here too?” I asked, stroking my finger around his hole.
Josh keened, buried his face in the bedding and whined, but didn’t answer me. So I toyed with his hole again with gentle, slow circles.
“Did you want my fingers here, angel?” I knew he said he wasn’t an angel, but that’s not how I saw things. To me, he was something ethereal. Something out of this world. Josh was a divine being who had blessed me with the gift of knowing him.
“I want them everywhere. David, please.” Josh’s legs spread a little wider, opening him a little more.
I drizzled some lube on his hole, wanting this experience to be as comfortable, as wonderful for him as possible. He yelped a little when the cold lube landed on his overheated skin.
“Sorry,” I whispered, then gently rewarded him by not making him wait for me to touch him. With the index finger of my left hand, I gently stretched him open as he continued to writhe and fuck himself on the fingers of my right hand.
A cry got stuck in his throat when I added a second finger to his ass.
I wasn’t sure if he would take a third, or if he wanted to, so I used two to fuck his ass and three to fuck the other hole.
It took a minute or two to work up to a good rhythm, but the minute I did, Josh’s body stiffened, tightening around me.
He shook, sweat dripping down his spine, and he came again.
I fucked him faster and harder after that.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” I told him without stopping. “You’re so hot and tight and wet for me.” My cock had thickened between my legs. Probably not quite hard enough to be of any real use, but hard enough for me to notice.
I murmured, “Makes me want to slide it between your cheeks and use them for a fleshlight.”
Josh whimpered. “Do it. Oh, my God, David.”
“Soon,” I promised. “Not yet, but soon.”
I got him off again, fucking him until he was nearly sobbing through it.
His limbs shook like he was the epicenter of an earthquake and only then did I remove my fingers from his body.
I shifted position, notching up behind him.
I placed my cock in the crack of his ass, put my hands on his cheeks and squeezed them together.
The lube I’d used for him was more than enough to smooth the glide of my skin against his.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Sheer willpower kept me from throwing my head back.
The sight of my cock sliding between his cheeks was too good to pass up.
My legs trembled, my hands were going to cramp, and my whole body seemed like it was trying to revolt to keep me from a second release, but it came anyway, hot and fast like lightning streaking across the sky.
My orgasm hit me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Pleasure held me prisoner until it had passed, and only then did my lungs remember how to expand. I pried my hands off him, certain that I’d gripped him hard enough to leave bruises.
Josh collapsed onto his front, and I followed him down, draping myself over top of him. We lay in a sweaty heap, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then gentle scratching reached my ears.
“The dogs,” Josh groaned.
“Wait here. I’ll get something to clean us up with, and I’ll deal with the dogs.”
I heaved myself to my hands and knees, a feat that felt monumental after two orgasms. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come more than once in a day. I had half a mind to congratulate my dick for a job well done. Instead, I dropped a kiss on Josh’s sweaty shoulder and got out of bed.
I slipped into the attached bathroom first. Getting a cloth wet, I wiped myself down really quick.
Once I got the cloth rinsed and warm again, I went back to Josh, who was still a mass of unmoving flesh.
Skimming a hand down his back to warn him of my approach, I then made quick work of cleaning him up the best I could.
“Are you still alive?” I asked softly, giving in to the temptation to kiss his shoulder again.
He mumbled something then turned his head so he was facing me. An eye popped open, and he stared up at me. “If I perish, you inherit Nitro.”
“I’m not going to let that happen.” Speaking of the dogs, they were growing restless outside the bedroom door. “I’ll let them out and be right back.”
I slipped into a pair of pajama pants and left the room. The idea of installing a doggy door so I could’ve lounged in bed with Josh suddenly popped into my head.
When I returned to bed a few minutes later, two happy dogs trailing behind me, Josh had burrowed under the covers. Wally and Nitro used the bench at the foot of the bed to leap onto before jumping onto the bed. Nitro made a beeline for Josh and Wally followed behind.
Undressing again, I climbed into bed and snuggled closer to Josh. As close as I could get with Nitro in the way. Wally had moved away from his friend and curled up at the foot of the bed in the spot he’d claimed as his own.
“Nitro, move dammit,” Josh grumbled as he got a face full of fluffy dog tail. He sat up and made Nitro move down to where Wally was. Then he rolled over, giving me his back, and snuggled closer. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I buried my face against him, pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Two orgasms in a row had me falling asleep before I got a chance to properly appreciate how nice it was to have someone next to me.
I woke in the morning to the scent of coffee, bacon, and a cold bed.
I stretched my body, glad that Josh wasn’t there to hear the way my joints popped in protest. After a quick trip to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth, I slipped into my pajama pants and went in search of my missing bed partner.
I found him in the kitchen, wearing a pair of my pajama pants.
They were riding treacherously low on his hips.
He was shirtless, which I definitely didn’t mind.
“How long have you been up?” I asked, my voice raspy from sleeping.
“Not long. Long enough to let the dogs out and start us some breakfast. I was going to bring it to you.”
I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. His body was warm, and I nestled closer, plastering my chest against his back, kissing his shoulders as he flipped the bacon.
“I don’t need breakfast in bed. Though it would’ve been nice to wake up next to you.”
Josh turned his head. He had a sultry look on his face. “I’ll remember that for next time. There will be a next time, right?”
“You bet there will.” I kissed him, gently at first, letting myself savor the softness of his lips.
His mouth opened to me and he turned in my arms, bacon forgotten.
I pulled him away from the stove and sank my hand into his hair, devouring him.
I’d never met someone who lit me up the way Josh did.
He was strong, but soft. And kind and caring. I wanted to know everything about him.
In the distance somewhere, a door closed and a dog barked. And as I pulled away, realizing that my son was here and I didn’t have time to warn Josh, Jax stepped into the kitchen. He saw me first, his eyes lighting up, obviously amused to catch me during a morning after.
Josh turned his head, and Jax’s smile faltered.
“Jax?” Josh said, his voice cracking.
“River?” Jax gaped at him, blinking hard, like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“You know each other?” came my question.
Josh pulled himself out of my arms and turned to face me. “I—know Jax from work. I’m… I do adult films. I edit them. And sometimes I do a bit more than edit them.” All the color drained from Josh’s face.
My gaze skittered from Jax, who looked pale but mildly amused—because Jax always was easygoing—to Josh… or River… who looked horrified and worried and maybe kind of sad—to the plume of smoke billowing up behind him.
“Christ. The bacon is burning,” I said as the smoke alarm started to blare. The dogs went insane and suddenly my near perfect morning descended into chaos.