Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
JOSH
David had a magical mouth, and he didn’t stop using it on me after I came.
He kept going. Licking and sucking as he continued to fuck me with the toy he’d bought.
The thoughtfulness of it had knocked the air out of me.
I liked the idea of him browsing the internet looking for the perfect cock for me to fuck him with and then not being able to decide.
The red one was a solid choice. Thick without being a struggle to take, it was long and curved and firm and—oh, God.
My back arched as David continued to suck and lick at my oversensitive dick.
Another orgasm was building, and I chased it, gripping his head in my hands.
I held him down and rode his tongue and that fat red cock to completion.
Sparks flew behind my closed eyes. My breath rasped in and out of me as I came apart again.
Sweaty and spent and not ready to be done, but I made myself let go of David.
His mouth skimmed over my skin to the insides of my legs, the crease where thigh met body, up to my hip bone and then across my stomach to the other one.
And the whole time he kept fucking me at a leisurely pace.
I came again. Softer this time. Like a pot slowly boiling over, my pleasure built up in me and gently spilled over the edge.
My body quaked, my legs shook the hardest, and that’s when David made his way up my body and put his mouth on mine.
He tasted like me. Like tang and sweat and like himself too.
He tasted like love and acceptance and adoration.
He kissed like home. Like this was where we belonged, and I kissed him back with the same fervor.
I slid my arms around him and tugged at his shirt, rucking it up his body. “Too many clothes,” I said hoarsely, desperate for him to be as naked as I was.
David laughed gently and peeled his shirt off over his head. “I’ve almost come in my pants like four different times now.”
His admission came with cute red cheeks and a sheepish grin, and I liked that he could be real with me. Vulnerable. Honest. I liked that he didn’t pretend to be unaffected by me. By us.
“Do you need help taking them off?” I asked, my fingers sliding along the waist of his pants, relishing his soft flesh as I skimmed my way along to the front in search of his zipper. David tried to shy away from my touch, but I reached back and grabbed him by the ass.
“Stop. You’re perfect.”
“I’m old. And not… I don’t look like you. Like the guys you’re with in the videos.” He winced like that was one admission too many.
“And if I wanted to be with one of those guys, I would have been. But I didn’t.
Those guys are real, but the videos aren’t.
The videos are this… it’s like make-believe, but naked.
I love you, David.” I smoothed a strand of hair off his forehead.
He was damp with sweat, and he still looked equal parts horny and nervous, and I wanted to get him back to horny.
“I love you, David. I love that I’ve never had to pretend with you.
I’ve never had to try and act a certain way or say a certain thing.
You’ve never made me feel weird or unwelcome.
And I like how you look.” I ran my hands over his sides, feeling the softness there.
I held his gaze. “I like this. It’s soft and real, and it’s comforting.
It’s also hot as hell. I don’t know if you’ve kept up with the internet, but dad bods are in. ”
David laughed and I could see his unease transforming into something closer to acceptance. “Dad bods? Is that what the kids call love handles now?”
“No, those are still love handles. Dad bods are like… well… like you. A bit thicker, a bit softer. They’re not only sexy as all hell, but men with dad bods make for great cuddlers.” My fingers danced along his waist to the fly of his pants. “Now, are you going to let me get you naked?”
He nodded his consent, and I flicked his button open and practically yanked his zipper down.
David tried to strip out of his pants without moving away from me, but after he nearly toppled over on me, he aborted that idea and flopped over onto his back.
I watched him struggle out of his pants, arching his back to shove them past his hips, then working them down his legs.
Once they were around his ankles, he kicked them off.
When he was done, he was breathless and panting. He looked over at me and, to my surprise, he laughed.
“Was that real enough for you?” he joked.
“That was perfect.” I didn’t have to work hard to make myself sound sincere.
It was the truth. I was so stupidly, thoroughly in love with this man that I found everything he did endearing.
Maybe that would change down the road. Maybe one day, I’d find it annoying.
Maybe one day, I’d take him for granted.
Maybe one day, we’d break up. But I didn’t want to live with any of those maybes. “You’re perfect,” I told him.
He opened his mouth to protest. I could see it on his face and put my hand over his mouth. “You’re perfect for me. And that makes you perfect.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Shut up and accept the compliment, David.”
I felt his mouth curve into a smile behind my hand. “Compliment accepted. Thank you.”
“Good. Now, where were we?” I rolled closer to David and plastered my body against his.
We were both on our sides now, facing each other.
I reached for him at the same time he reached for me.
Our mouths met in the middle, a collision of breath and want and love and need.
Someone whimpered. Maybe me. Maybe both of us when he slid a thigh between my legs and let me writhe on it as I devoured his mouth, tangling our tongues together. Kissed him breathless.
I squirmed on that thigh, grinding against it, slightly frustrated that it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to fuck.
“David, can I fuck you?” I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his and tried to catch my breath.
His groan was guttural and sounded like part agony, part ecstasy. “Fuck, please. I thought you’d never ask.”
He kissed me again, quick and soft and then he pulled away.
I watched him roll over and fumble around in the nightstand for something. I was confused at first, until he pulled the condoms out. “We should have used them the first time with that toy. I mean… I washed it. It was new and clean and never been used, but you said you always use one with toys.”
Sometimes David was so earnest and awkward he made my heart explode with joy.
My cute aggression—that feeling you got when you saw a really cute puppy and wanted to squish it—kicked in and I wanted to squish David.
I wanted to hug him until he popped. Kiss him…
with teeth. Okay, so I wanted to bite him.
To mark him up with my teeth so everyone would know he belonged to someone.
I propped myself up on an elbow and raked my gaze over his body and I let him watch me do it. “Take a condom out and put it on that dick for me.”
Locating the dick took a second because it had been forgotten in our kissing and our conversation, but when he found it, he knelt on the bed so I could see. Tearing the condom wrapper open, he rolled the condom down the cock with trembling hands that looked like they were barely cooperating.
I shifted up onto my knees and took the cock from him. I ghosted a kiss against his lips, and he tried to chase it, but I evaded him.
“Get on your face, love. And get comfortable because you’re going to be there for a while.”
David huffed. “My dick has been ready to burst for the past ten minutes. It’s not going to take much more than a stiff breeze.”
I shrugged and motioned for him to lie down. “If you come, you come, but I’m not stopping until I’m done with you.”
He let out a groan. “I don’t know whether to be excited by that… or terrified.”
“Both are probably healthy.”
He flopped down onto his front. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
But he dutifully spread his legs, tucked his knees under himself, and made room for me to torture him.
Spread underneath me like that, waiting for me to touch him, it struck me just how beautiful he was.
He was obviously self-conscious about his body, but I couldn’t have loved it more if I’d designed it myself.
His lower half was lightly hairy, even down the crack of his ass.
The backs of his thighs. His calves. It wasn’t thick, but it was enough to make me want to pet him.
There was something incredibly heady about having this larger man beneath me. Older, wiser, stronger, and yet he was soft for me, bending to my will, eager to please me. And now it was my turn to please him.
He was right in his assessment that it wasn’t going to take much to make him come. Precum leaked from his cock and dripped down onto the bed. He shivered when I touched him, pressed his body back to seek the feel of my hand skimming across the cheeks of his ass.
“You’re so fucking hot. I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”
David responded, but it was incoherent and muffled, and I didn’t care to have him repeat it. I was too busy uncapping the lube and drizzling it directly onto his hole. I spread it around with my fingers, teasing him until I felt him relax a little. Then, slowly, I worked a finger inside him.
David was hot and tight and perfect, and he sucked my finger in like it belonged there. The sigh he let out made me wonder if we’d shared the same thought.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I leaned forward and gently nipped at the fleshy globe of his ass. David jumped and made a strangled sound and then let out a soft laugh.
“Wasn’t really expecting that,” he said, melting into my touch as I fucked him with my finger.
If the vision of that cock sliding into his ass after he’d fucked me with it hadn’t entered my brain, demanding to be realized, I might have fingered him for half the night.
I could imagine doing it too. Bringing him to the edge over and over and not letting him come. But I had to see it. I had to watch.
I worked him open with two fingers, then three. With three, David lost all coherence. He writhed and panted and chased my touch. He shoved himself back, fucking himself on my fingers. And when he was just about to lose his mind, I pulled them out.
The wail that David let out made my stomach clench with desire. I wanted to rut up against him and rub myself to completion. It didn’t matter where. His ass. His leg. His face. It wouldn’t have mattered to me. But more than my own pleasure, I chased his.
After making sure the dildo was properly lubed, I lined it up with his hole.
Rising up on my knees, I pressed down between his shoulder blades with one hand.
The other slowly slid that cock into his ass.
My gaze was torn between watching his hole swallow that red dick he’d fucked me with and watching the look on his face.
A mix between lust, elation, and relief.
The sound he made when I sank it all the way in and then pressed down, driving it deeper, was nearly inhuman. His face was flushed pink and shone with sweat. His hands grasped at the bedding, gripping and yanking like they could help him weather what I was about to do.
I started slowly, letting him get used to the feel of it, and when I was sure I wasn’t going to hurt him, I sped up. Fucked him faster and harder. The muscles in my arm were quick to complain at me for this, but David was worth ignoring the fatigue.
“Josh—Josh—” David could barely speak. His words sounded like they were getting stuck inside his throat, like it was all he could do to make his brain work with his mouth long enough to form a sound.
I slowed down, then pulled the dick out of his ass. He whined and whimpered, worry creased his brow.
“Shhh. You’re fine. I’ve got you.” I slid three fingers inside his ass and worked them hard and fast, aiming for his prostate, but not always hitting it.
It didn’t take long for a scream to leave David, like it shot out from the bottom of his soul.
He came in great waves, riding my hand, his hole clenching around my fingers as he rode the storm of his release.
And then he went boneless. Spent. Exhausted. He groaned with discomfort when he shifted positions to stretch his legs out again. After letting out a sigh, he went quiet.
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Did I kill you?”
He cracked an eye open. “I don’t know yet.”
He patted the spot next to him and rolled onto his side when I stretched out next to him. “Ask me again in ten minutes.”
“Smartass.”
David hummed his agreement with a smile on his face. I wanted to trace the curve of it with my fingertips, and then I remembered that I could. So I did. And when my fingers brushed against his lips, he kissed them and his smile grew a little.
It was so easy to love him.