Chapter 20
TWENTY
JOSH
The sight of David on his knees for me, the cock I was going to fuck him with between his lips, it did something to me.
Unchained something inside me. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned like it was a song he was worshipping me with.
I felt the strength in his hands, the callouses and the slightly too-dry skin as they slid up my legs.
He anchored himself to me and sucked the dildo like it was a real cock.
I tried not to think of other men I’d been with who were clearly not into this the way he was. Which was fine, people were allowed to have preferences and shit, but the way David fucking devoured the cock made my core throb, and I could feel myself get hot and wet with want.
No longer able to stand it, I pulled away, depriving David of the cock he was so desperately enjoying. I slammed my mouth down against his and destroyed his mouth with mine. I kissed him hard and desperate, and I drowned in the sounds that came out of him. Whimpers. Moans. Groans.
“I need to have you.” I said, forcing myself away from his mouth to let us both have some much-needed air.
“I’m all yours.”
When David pushed up off the floor, it wasn’t a fluid motion. He wasn’t porn-star smooth. His body was hairy and slightly soft around the middle, and apparently his knees hated the floor because they cracked when he pushed himself to his feet.
“On your back. I want to see your face when I wreck you.”
His mouth quirked up at the corner. “My knees already feel pretty wrecked.” His joke tried and failed to hide his vulnerability.
“Next time, I’ll let you lay on the bed. I’ll bring you to the edge and let your head hang off the edge a bit, and I’ll fuck your face.” I could see it in my mind, the way he’d be stretched out and waiting for me, willing, open. Mine.
“Yes,” David rasped and it made my heart pump faster.
He stretched out on his back, resting his head on his pillows. “How do you want me?” he asked, spreading his arms out to the sides like a starfish.
Unable to speak suddenly for how fucking beautiful he was, I climbed onto the bed, moving the lube so it would remain within reach.
His legs parted, spreading to create room for me to settle between them.
It was like he could read my mind when he brought his legs up, bending them at the knee.
With his feet flat on the mattress, he let his legs flop open.
His cock was hard and lay upward, resting against his stomach, leaking precum on his furry stomach.
Unable to resist the sight of his balls, high and tight, I stroked my hands up his legs. The muscles in his inner thighs jumped and trembled as I touched him. The air whooshed out of his lungs when I folded myself in half and mouthed the part of his shaft that connected to his balls.
“Josh.” My name quavered out of him. “Please.”
“Patience.”
David huffed a laugh. “Not one of my virtues.”
I glanced up and saw the way he fisted the bedding already. The way his eyes were wide and wild with lust and longing. The way he looked at me not with curiosity, or like he could barely look at me at all, but like he never wanted to look at anything else for the rest of his life.
Romanticizing the look in his eyes was a dangerous thing. It made me imagine things like waking up next to him and lingering in bed. Like going on road trips with the dogs. Like falling in love.
To hide the swell of emotions, I averted my gaze and focused again on his body.
I mouthed the length of his shaft, loving the way he quivered and his breath shook as I toyed with him.
I’m sure he didn’t notice me reaching for the lube, or opening it, not until I paused and lubed up my fingers.
I pressed them against his hole at the same time I took his cock in my mouth.
“Oh, God,” David let out a groan. “Oh… oh God,” he said again when I teased his hole, spreading lube around it, easing a finger into his tight passage.
He bore down and practically sucked my finger inside him. He bucked underneath me, twisting and writhing and I hadn’t even gotten close to getting my cock inside him.
“Fuck, look at you,” I told him. I grabbed the lube and drizzled some on his cock so I could stroke him while I teased him open.
I wanted to watch his expression. I needed to see his face.
I told myself it was so I could keep an eye on his reactions, to make sure he was comfortable, but really it was because of the way he looked at me.
David looked at me like he saw me. Like he liked what he saw. There was an affection in his eyes that I’d come to crave. I loved the way he made me feel. Like I was perfect exactly how I was. Like I was enough.
His back bowed off the bed when I slid a second finger inside him. I worked up a rhythm with both hands, stroking his cock with my left, fingering his ass open with my right. Sweat shone on his skin. His hair was wild and his face was flushed, pink with lust and need.
“Josh… Josh, please.”
I think I liked that most of all. I think I liked being Josh with him. Not River, the performer. Josh, the person. Josh, the lover.
Wanting him to be nice and open for me, for when I slid my cock into him, I added a third finger to his ass, stretching him further.
David gasped and shook. His head thrashed back and forth and his whole body tightened.
I let go of his cock and watched the way it bobbed and twitched in the air.
Slick with lube, precum dribbling from the top, and so fucking pretty it hurt to look at.
“I—” David said. “I—I need.”
I pulled my fingers out of his ass. “Shhh. I know. I know. I’ve got you.”
He waited so patiently for me, not even breathing as I added a condom and a generous amount of lube to the cock he’d chosen for me to fuck him with. I knelt up, pushed his legs up toward his chest, angling his ass upward a little.
David exhaled a shaky breath when I notched the cock against his hole. I didn’t know where I wanted to look more. At his face to capture every micro-expression of awe as I slid inside, or between us where my cock disappeared into him, spearing him open.
For a second, I chose neither and I closed my eyes. Want, unfulfilled and almost angry because of it, made my hole wet. I clenched around nothing, my own desperation making me crazy.
The sounds David made dragged my eyes open. He whimpered and keened as I dragged my cock in and out of him, nice and slow to let him get used to it. He looked ruined already, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. It might have also been my own reflecting back at me.
David reached up and hooked his hands behind his knees and held his legs up and open.
He tipped his head back, his Adam’s apple jutting out of his throat like a target for my mouth.
I pressed my body closer, sinking the cock to the hilt so I could taste the salt of his skin.
So I could lick the want from his flesh and consume it.
Then I dug my fingers into his flesh and tilted his ass up just a little more and began to fuck him for real, quickly working up to a pace that was punishing for both of us and unsustainable for a long period of time.
But I didn’t need a long period of time.
I wanted to watch him come apart. I’d dismantle him, unmake him, then remake him so I could do it all over again.
“Touch me,” he rasped, sounding like himself, but the most stripped-down version. All his walls were gone, and he was flayed open underneath me, raw and vulnerable and easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. “Touch me,” he implored again.
How could I possibly refuse him when he was like this? I didn’t think I could ever deny him anything. I’d give him whatever he wanted. My body. My soul. My heart.
I took him in hand, fucking deep into him as I stroked his cock. David thrashed underneath me, his head whipped side to side, and he clutched at his bedding as he panted.
And then he was coming, coating my hands with the sticky fluid. A stream of it shot up and painted his chest. Leaning forward, I licked it off him and he stared at me, eyes wide open, pupils blown out. I fucked him until he winced and then I gently pulled out.
David reached for me and pulled me down on top of him. Our mouths crashed together, but we were less frantic than before. Instead of a wildfire burning out of control, we were a bed of coals. Hot and steady.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Tell me how. Tell me what you need.”
He let out a soft sigh that was almost sad. “I only have one real good orgasm in me, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to be done. Tell me what you need. What you want.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. My cheek. My jaw.
I sat up, straddling him and his spent cock. I ran my hands over his body, smearing his cum into his chest. I smoothed my hands up his arms until I tangled our hands together. He had great hands. Calloused, working hands. Thick fingers.
“There’s more than one way to be inside me,” I reminded him.
A wicked gleam sparkled in his eye. “You’ll have to get on your back then, give me room to work.”
I released his hands from my hold and reached for the straps. I loosened the device and then shimmied out of it after I rolled off him and onto my back. David sat up and traced his fingers over the marks the strap left on my body.
“Next time,” he said. “Next time I’m going to make you come until you can’t come anymore and then I’ll let you finish me off, and then I’ll make you come again.”
I couldn’t think of a response. All my words were jumbled up and unable to come out. But I didn’t need words. David seemed happy enough without them. My heart fluttered when he traced the marks left by the strap again, and then moved down and pressed open-mouthed kisses to them.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, smoothing his hand over my stomach. “Can I use both your holes to make you feel good?”
“Do whatever you want. I’m all yours.” The words had meant to sound casual, they were meant to be casual, but they felt like the truest thing I’d ever said.