Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
DAVID
We went back to the botanical gardens. This time, we managed to keep our hands—and mouths—to ourselves. Though the minute I saw that weeping willow, my dick got rock hard. Next to me, Josh laughed, understanding my problem without me having to say a word.
“Not sorry, by the way,” he said, holding my hand tighter.
“Neither am I.” It was the truth. There wasn’t a single thing about my time with Josh that I regretted.
“I still can’t believe this place was here the whole time. All this beauty was right under my nose, and I didn’t even know it existed.”
I let my gaze linger on Josh as we walked and when he saw me, he rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t even say anything,” I said in defense of myself.
“You were going to, and it was going to be sappy and cheesy.” Josh couldn’t hide his smile.
“How do you know? Maybe I wasn’t.”
He stopped and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Okay, I was going to say that I feel the same way about meeting you. All this time you’ve been right under my nose, and I didn’t know you existed.”
He quickly glanced around, then dropped a kiss against my lips. “You’re too sweet.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked with a laugh, to which Josh gave me a saucy look.
“It is when all I’ve been able to think about is getting inside you. It makes me feel sort of guilty for the way I want to destroy you.”
I bit back a groan. “That has no business sounding hot. You want to destroy me, which sounds a bit violent, but I don’t care. It’s probably the lack of blood and oxygen getting to my brain.”
“We could get out of here if you wanted.”
Josh had barely finished his sentence, and I’d turned around and headed for the entrance. Holding tight to his hand, I practically dragged him with me, Josh laughing the whole way. I couldn’t help it, though. He made me feel young. Alive. Wanted.
My body would never keep up with his, but we found ways to compensate.
At one point, Josh said it helped that I wasn’t a neanderthal who was only interested in his own pleasure.
Making him feel good made me feel good. I loved finding new ways to make him tremble and quake.
It made me feel powerful to know that I was the one Josh had chosen out of all the people he could have had.
He argued with me about that, insisting that it wasn’t a very big number.
But I disagreed. He didn’t see himself the way I saw him.
He didn’t see how vibrant he was or how strong. How good. How he was everything.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t the only one who was biased. But I was head over heels in love with him, and I was allowed to have an inflated opinion of him—his words—if I wanted.
When we arrived back at my place, Josh let me take care of the dogs and he disappeared off to our bedroom to get something ready.
Some of Josh’s things had migrated here from his place to the point that he had a drawer in my dresser for his clothes and another for his toys.
Both ones I’d bought and ones he’d brought from his apartment.
He had a toothbrush by the bathroom sink and a loofah in the shower.
He had his own towel, his own key, and I’d cleared out the spare room and put a desk in there so he had a place to work if he wanted.
Once he moved in. Which would be soon. His lease was up in a few months, but I wanted him here today, tomorrow, and always.
I let the dogs outside and waited for them to do their business before calling them back in.
Sometimes they were little cockblocks, and if they felt left out, they’d bark and scratch at the bedroom door.
I hoped that they’d leave us alone tonight.
I turned the TV on to give them some human voices, in hopes that would help them behave, and after a deep breath, I went down the hall to see what Josh was doing.
When I walked into the bedroom, the first thing I noticed was that the blankets were off the bed and piled nicely on the chair in the corner of the room.
There was a large towel down on the sheet, and Josh was half dressed.
Naked from the waist up, he was in a pair of low-slung pajama pants that barely covered his pubic bone.
On the nightstand sat an intimidatingly large bottle of lube.
“Don’t look at that. Look at me,” Josh commanded, his voice steady and soothing. Confidence radiated from him and it made me feel better about what we were going to do.
We’d talked about it a lot, and I’d agreed to try it.
Fuck, I wanted it. I’m surprised that I didn’t dream about it at night.
I’d have let him do it months ago when he first mentioned it, but he said it was something we had to work up to doing.
It turned out that you shouldn’t go from zero to fisting without the proper prep.
It was no hardship to let Josh stretch me out with his fingers and his various cocks.
But knowing that tonight he was going to stick his hand in my ass had my heart thrashing in my chest.
It felt big. Monumental.
Josh was in front of me, sliding my shirt up my body. I lifted my arms without being asked and let him strip my top half bare.
“You’re okay,” Josh whispered as he tossed my shirt aside.
I thought he might go for my pants next, but he reached for my face instead.
Cradling it in his hands, he pulled me to him and when he kissed me, it was like this blanket of comfort and safety was draped over me.
Josh wasn’t going to hurt me. He wasn’t going to do anything I didn’t like. His kiss felt like a promise.
I reached for the fly of my jeans, and even with his promises, my fingers shook as I popped the button and tugged the zipper pull.
“Are you okay?” Josh asked as he shoved my pants down.
“Nervous.”
“I’ll look after you.” he said, his expression soft but serious.
“I know.” I stole another kiss, and then stripped myself bare. It was all I could do to get my legs to cooperate, but I managed to get on the bed. I knew from experience that Josh would want me face down, ass up, and I took my time getting comfortable.
He waited patiently, not saying anything as I shifted around and got situated with my legs spread wide and folded in a way that pointed my ass in the air.
It seemed like forever had passed before I felt the bed move.
The first thing he did was run a hand over my back.
His fingers dragged slowly down my spine, and it was like he was trying to calm my shaky nerves with his touch.
It worked. The minute he started to touch me, it was like my body understood what my brain had been trying to tell it.
That it was Josh, and we were safe with him.
I was still nervous, but the tightness in my chest eased and I was able to take a full breath.
It left with a sigh as he continued to explore my body with his hands.
“That’s right, just relax. You’re doing so good,” he said, as if I’d done something remarkable instead of literally just breathing.
He walked his fingers down the crease of my ass. A fingertip gently traced the edge of my hole before slipping lower. The first sound I made was a whimper when he pressed against my taint.
“Someone liked that,” Josh said, but he stopped touching me, and then I heard the familiar sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle.
He drizzled it directly onto my hole, and I gasped at how cool it was.
I didn’t have to wait long for Josh to warm it up with his touch.
His fingers pressed against my skin, sliding in the lube, spreading it around.
Already my cock throbbed, ached, practically fucking begged for contact, but it stayed neglected. Probably for the best because I’d likely come in an embarrassingly short amount of time if he touched it.
“You’re so gorgeous,” When Josh said it like that, with a thrilling mix of appreciation and affection, I found it impossible to argue.
Then he slid two fingers in my ass, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
My dick twitched and throbbed, and my brain went offline for a moment, forgetting how to operate my body.
Then the air rushed into my lungs, and I grabbed at the sheet.
Not able to get ahold of it, I reached for a pillow instead and clutched it tightly in my fist as Josh stretched my hole with those two fingers.
One finger to start was fine, but we’d found that once I got more used to my ass being played with, that I preferred two fingers over just one.
One felt like it wasn’t enough, like it was a special kind of torment.
Like it was just enough to let me know I needed more.
Two fingers to start made my brain go offline. It altered the chemical makeup of my body and turned me into a shameless slut, begging for more. Josh laughed softly as I started to come apart, already pushing back on his fingers.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Someone’s been thinking about this almost nonstop since you mentioned it.”
He made a thoughtful sound as he twisted those fingers inside me, gently encouraging my muscles to loosen. “Mentioned what, exactly?”
“You know.” I groaned when his fingers stroked deeper. They disappeared and more lube was added, and then a third finger.
“Tell me.” Josh’s command was quiet but firm.
He had a magical tone in his voice that made me weak, unable to do anything but comply.
If I didn’t tell him, well, he might not give me what I wanted.
No. What I needed. Because it was a need at this point.
All the talk, the buildup to it, the way I thought about what it would be like had become an obsession. A curiosity that demanded satisfaction.
“Finger me. Until I come. You were going to finger me until I came.”
“And then?” Josh purred, stroking his fingers deep inside me.
They grazed my prostate, and I gasped. My hips took on a mind of their own, and I rocked back and forth, still needing more. More fullness. More friction.