Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
DAVID
Whatever I want. That was a long list. But I knew what I wanted to do first. Well, second.
“Don’t move,” I said, stealing a kiss before I rolled out of bed. I ducked into the attached bathroom and grabbed a towel. “Lift your ass for me.”
Josh planted his elbows into the mattress and lifted himself up, allowing me to slide the towel underneath him.
“Well, this feels promising.” He huffed out a laugh as I lowered myself down, blanketing him with my body.
Josh arched an eyebrow when my half-hard cock pressed against him.
“Ignore that,” I told him, hoping he didn’t see the way I winced when I was reminded of my lengthy refractory period.
My job kept me on my feet all day, which kept me in okay shape, but I still looked every bit of my age.
Gray hairs had sprouted in my chest hair a couple years ago, and I’d noticed a few lower down.
Where Josh was still young and smooth, with a hint of fine lines around his eyes and mouth when he smiled, the fact remained that he was half my age.
“Wherever your head just went…” Josh held my face in his palms and made me look at him. “Don’t go there. Stay here with me. I’m very naked and very needy.”
He wriggled underneath me. Lust crackled in the air like static electricity. I could have kissed him all night… and I intended to. But I left his mouth behind and shimmied down the bed, leaving kisses here and there on his body. He turned his head to the side when I kissed his neck.
“Here?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, breathing out slowly as he relaxed, sinking into the bed.
I kissed him lower, dragging my mouth across his clavicle. “Here?”
“Mmhm,” he answered.
Remembering our last encounter, I skipped over his chest and started again on his stomach.
“Here?” I nudged him with the tip of my nose.
I raked my hands down over his body, touching his sides as I kissed his belly button, then lower, across his stomach.
And lower still to where his dick was. I loved that I could get the whole thing in my mouth.
That I could suck and lick and drive him insane, make him writhe on the bed, trying to get closer but also to run away, like he was torn and couldn’t choose.
I paused and reached for the lube. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me.”
Josh’s answering laugh was deep and raspy. “The only thing I won’t like is if you stop.”
I grinned up at him and grimaced when the lube bottle made an unattractive noise. Stifling a laugh, I focused on Josh, on the beauty he radiated. His body was lean and strong. His cheeks were a rosy pink color and his lips were shiny and swollen from kissing.
Needing to see him come apart, I started rubbing his cock with one hand, and the other dipped lower.
Two lube-slick fingers slid into his front hole, and I watched the way his back arched and he held his breath for a second.
Then another. And a third. He didn’t exhale until I moved my fingers again, sliding them deeper before pulling them out again.
“Is that okay?”
“You’re a tease,” Josh whined, but his legs spread wider, creating more space for me.
“You like it.” It took me a minute to get a good rhythm going with both hands. One tormenting his cock, the other fucking his hole. I paused, letting him catch his breath for a second while I added more lube.
Three fingers made his hole stretch, and I took it slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort as I worked him open.
Josh’s body writhed and rocked. Unable to stay still, he fucked himself on my fingers and then suddenly he was clamping down on them, a string of noises falling out of him.
Keens and moans filled the room and his thighs quaked, the muscles shaking as I continued to thrust my fingers inside him.
“Can you take more?” I asked, slowing the pace of my fingers, curving them gently to stroke over that special spot inside him.
“Fuck yes. Give me more. Stuff me full.” His hair was damp with sweat and stuck to him. His chest glistened with it too. His breathing was harsh, his eyes were wild, and I’d never seen anyone more stunning.
I added more lube, thankful for the towel that was protecting my bed, and gently worked four fingers inside him.
It took a bit of work for him to take them all, but I sank them as deep as they could go, then brought my mouth down to his cock and sucked him hard and deep.
He bucked up off the bed, shouting and grabbing my head, holding it down.
“Fuckfuckfuck… fuuuuck.” Josh’s vocabulary was reduced to one single word that fell from his lips on repeat. Then he found a couple new words. “More,” he rasped. “Harder. More…”
I fucked him harder, and my arm was getting tired, but I was determined not to stop until he couldn’t come anymore. I wrung another orgasm out of him before I came up for air.
“More,” Josh panted. He was a pool of sweat and cum and lube. Boneless and insatiable.
“More?” I questioned. “I already have four inside you. Any more than that is…” I paused when Josh’s eyes opened and his gaze met mine. “My whole hand.”
“Do it.”
I didn’t think Josh’s legs could spread any wider, but he managed. Reaching down, he slid his hands up the insides of his thighs on either side of his holes, like he was framing them. “Please.”
As if I could refuse him anything. Josh had me wrapped around his little finger, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to please him. I loved being the one to bring him this much pleasure. To be the one he looked at with an expression that I hadn’t seen in any of his work.
And yes, of course I thought about his porn while he was naked and I had four fingers inside him. Not because I was comparing myself to them, but because I’d seen the pleasure others had given him, and I knew I could do better. Be better. Blow his mind.
With more lube, and more patience, I worked my thumb into his entrance. Josh gasped and let out a low moan as I pushed my hand further into him, not quite at the widest part yet.
“Touch yourself,” I told him.
He whimpered when he did it, but he obeyed, stroking his cock with his fingers, teasing the tip.
His head was thrown back and I slid my free hand up his body to collar his throat.
And then I pushed my other hand inside him in a long, slow slide.
He stretched around me until I thought he might pop apart, and then my hand vanished inside him.
And Josh exploded. He jerked his cock, bucked against my hand, writhing on it, fucking himself with it.
His muscles squeezed my hand so tight and he bucked so hard I thought for a second that he might break my wrist. He was drenched.
Damp hair. Damp skin. He was slick with lube and sweat and his own juices.
He grabbed my other hand and pulled it off his throat.
Bringing it to his mouth, he took two fingers deep inside and sucked them like a cock, and then he was coming again.
Gagging on my fingers, rocking his body against my fist, he chased his pleasure until he went limp all at once.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers from his mouth. Then I gently eased my hand out of his hole before crawling up the bed and stretching out next to him. Josh rolled into my chest. He slid an arm around my waist and hid his face against me.
I let him hide for a few minutes and when his breathing was a little more stable, not shaking from exertion and emotion, I made him look at me.
“Are you okay?”
Josh stared up at me with glistening eyes. “I’m fine.”
“Sore?”
He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “Mmm, just the right amount actually. Not debilitatingly sore, but I’ll be able to tell that I was thoroughly fucked.”
He brought my mouth down to his, and we shared a gentle, sated kiss. “Maybe next time you can fist the other hole.”
“Liked that, did you?” I held back a laugh, but only barely. Josh looked drunk on lust, like the endorphins that flooded his brain had made him loopy.
“You have amazing hands.” He shimmied closer, pressing his body against mine.
I still wasn’t up for another round, but he didn’t seem to be pressing for that. He seemed to crave closeness now.
“You’re a post-orgasm snuggler, aren’t you?
” I asked as I pulled him as close as I could.
I tangled our legs together and tucked him in against me like I was sheltering him from something.
Maybe from myself and the way I felt about him.
We’d only just met, but I was already a goner for him.
I cared about him, maybe even loved him.
I thought about him almost constantly and I might have confessed all that to him, but it felt like it was too soon.
Like if I said any of that, he’d think I was crazy.
Besides, Jax might have given us his blessing, but there were still other things I worried about.
Like if Josh would try to give up his job for me.
I didn’t want him to, but I was cognizant of the fact that I still didn’t know how I’d feel about him shooting a scene with someone.
That was a bridge we had yet to cross. And then there was my age and the fact that I couldn’t go as long as he could.
Once I came, that was it. There was seldom more left in the tank.
Josh might like the idea of an older lover, but would he really want to stick himself with someone my age on a more permanent basis?
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.
“I was thinking about how long it was going to take the feeling to come back to my hand. I think you ground my bones into dust.”
“No regrets.” Josh laughed softly and pressed a kiss to my bare chest.
“No,” I echoed. Closing my eyes, I breathed him in. “No regrets.”