Chapter 2 – David #2
Rich never breaks eye contact with me as he moves up the bed, shuffling so that he’s in the centre.
Making the memory of our first time flash through my mind.
I had been certain that someone like Rich would top.
I didn’t mind. I had loved the thought of this powerful man filling me, and then he surprised the crap out of me by wanting to bottom.
Later that night, he explained it’s the one thing he can give up control of, and fuck, I found that hot.
“Still as fucking sexy as ever. Wanting me to fill you,” I tell him, as I join him on the bed, and cover his body with mine, deliberately rubbing my dick into his.
He rewards me with a moan. “Oh, how I wish we were at your place,” I state, as I place kisses on his chest. “I’d make sure you couldn’t move. ”
“How?” Rich pants out.
“Well, I would start by tying those incredible hands together, maybe with my favourite tie, if you still have it…”
“I have it,” Rich quickly adds. “Couldn’t get rid of it.”
Reaching beside me, I grab one hand, raising it above his head before taking hold of the other one, and joining them together, holding them in place with my hand, immobilising him as best asI can. I see his breathing increase.
“Good,” I say, giving him a smile, before leaning down and connecting our lips, while keeping him still. “I would then tie you to that headboard of yours, and then worship your body like only I can.”
“Dave,” Rich pants out, and I can hear the longing in his voice.
“I’m going to let go of your hands, but I want you to keep them above your head until I give you permission to move them.”
Rich just nods his head in agreement. I let his hands go, but still trace my fingers down his arm, causing the goosebumps to appear on his skin. I try to ignore how seeing that is making me feel. Rich isn’t mine. Has never really been mine.
I place a kiss on his jaw and continue around his jaw line, avoiding his mouth, before I make my way down his neck.
I shift my body to give me access to his chest. I continue to place kisses down the centre of his chest, until I get to his groin.
I feel him take a deep breath, and he waits for me to take his dick into my mouth, but I’m not ready for that, just yet.
Instead, I lick a trail up the centre of his chest, the taste of him lingering on my tongue, before gently blowing on the wet stretch, which rewards me with a yelp from Rich.
I fight the urge to do it again. Instead, I take one of his nipples into my mouth, sucking, and teasing it with my teeth.
Causing more moans to escape Rich’s mouth, and I feel him starting to squirm underneath me.
He wants to move so badly, but is still obeying my order.
I trail kisses across his pec as I take his other nipple into my mouth and give it the same treatment as the first. Sucking and teasing it before finally letting it go. I want to take the sweet bud in my fingers and tease it, but I know time is getting away from us.
“Rich,” I say his name, and I place more kisses on his chest. “I need to get some supplies.”
Getting off of Rich, I move to the edge of the bed and go over to my bag to pull out my bottle of lube and a condom.
Turning back, I see Rich hasn’t moved. He’s still holding his arms above his head, lust is still blazing from his eyes, and his dick is standing proud.
I can’t help but lick my lips, while locking this image in my memory.
“Don’t need that,” Rich says, as I move back to the bed so that I’m by his feet, he shoots a look over to the condom in my hand.
“This?” I ask, holding up the square packet, and Rich nods his head.
“I’ve not been with anyone since you.”
Rich and I had gone bareback that final time we were together. Up until that point, we had always used condoms, and when Rich suggested it, I knew that it was his way of ending whatever we had going on with us.
“But what about me?” I ask, and watch as Rich’s face drops at my words. I haven’t been with anyone. I couldn’t. Who could replace Rich? Also, because I wanted to concentrate on my driving, especially when Lars joined the team.
“Oh,” is the only word that falls from his mouth, and he moves his hands for the first time since I told him to stay still.
“I don’t think I told you to move your hands,” I state, filling my voice with as much authority as I can muster, and Rich hesitates, for the briefest of seconds, before placing his hands back above his head.
Dropping the bottle of lube on the bed, I lean over and push open his legs. I climb onto the bed so that I’m nestled between them, giving me access to his dick, where I run my tongue up Rich’s length.
“Just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone, either,” I tell him, before taking Rich’s dick into my mouth in one movement, stopping any chance of Rich replying to me.
I slide up and down his length, running my tongue over the head, loving the taste of his pre-cum.
When I feel Rich tense beneath me, I let go of his dick.
There’s only one way I want Rich to come tonight, and in my mouth isn’t it.
“You ready?” I ask, needing to make sure that he’s on board with this.
“Yes,” is his reply.
Picking up the bottle of lube, I flip open the lid, and squeeze some onto my hand.
Lifting up one of his legs, I place it on my shoulder, so I have better access to him, and slowly begin to push a finger inside.
Rich is tight, confirming that he hasn’t been with anyone for a while, and I know I’m going to have to take my time.
Pushing slowly, I allow Rich’s body to adjust to my finger, pausing for a few seconds when I get to my knuckle, before pushing forward again.
I keep doing this until my finger is fully seated, and only then do I begin to slide it in and out.
Adding a second finger, I do the same, but with each push forward I scissor my fingers to stretch Rich wider.
“I need you, now,” Rich pants.
“You’re not ready.”
“I want you. I need to feel you.” And then he pauses to add, “Please.”
Picking up the bottle of lube, I squirt some into my hand and wipe it all over my dick before moving so that I’m at his entrance.
I begin to push inside, loving how Rich’s body opens around me.
It takes everything in my power not to slam right into him, but I manage to allow his body to adjust to me, and then I’m fully seated.
I reach out and take his dick in my hand and pump it, slowly.
I finally start to move. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up my pace, as I lift his other leg up onto my shoulder, changing the angle of Rich’s body. On my next thrust in, I hit his prostate. “Dave,” Rich yells, as he raises his body up off the bed, and I can see he wants to move his hands.
“Touch yourself,” I demand.
Rich instantly takes hold of himself. He starts pumping in time with my movements, and he throws his head back, closing his eyes.
“Look at me,” I state again. I want to watch him as he comes, and I want him to watch me as I push him over the edge.
Rich opens his eyes and looks at me, we lock eyes, and for the briefest of seconds, I lose my rhythm. His eyes are this gorgeous shade of green, that seem to get darker in the throes of passion. Something I had forgotten. Finding my rhythm again, I slam back in, hitting his prostate once more.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” I tell him, needing to have this last bit of control over him.
I slow my rhythm down, until I see his breathing has slowed, before increasing my speed, making sure to hit his prostate. I see him close his eyes, again, and, to help him find his orgasm, I slam into him one more time, demanding that he come.
Our orgasms crash over us, and Rich is coming all over his chest. I am still inside him and feel my load filling him. I forgot what this was like with Rich, and I wonder why we ever stopped doing this.
When our breathing has come back to a normal pace, I pull out of Rich, and climb off the bed.
I want to take him in my arms, hold him close to me.
Not caring that I would be smearing cum between us, but I don’t.
Instead, I get off the bed and go over to the bathroom.
Washing myself down, I grab another couple of towels, dampening one under the tap before making my way back over to Rich.
I walk over to Rich and clean him up before drying him off and depositing the towels on the floor. Rich’s eyes are closed, but I know he isn’t sleeping. Climbing onto the bed, I lie next to him, hoping he’ll take me into his arms, or ask me to hold him, knowing that it’s not going to happen.
“I better get going,” Rich says into the silence around us.
“You can stay,” I suggest.
“I have an early start,” is the reply he gives me.
Rich gets out of bed, and I look at him as he’s getting dressed, watching as his persona changes, from the man who wants to be controlled in bed, to the man who’s in control. The man who is second in command to Vincent.
“Rich,” I start, not sure what I want to say. Both of us know we shouldn’t have done what we just did. We both know that if we start back up what we had before, we’ll end up hurting each other again. Yet, there’s a part of me that wants to, so badly.
“David…” Rich starts, and I don’t miss that he called me David, too, “look after yourself.” I get the impression he wants to say something else, but doesn’t, instead he walks over to the door, opens it, and peers outside before turning to look at me, giving me a gentle smile, and walking out.
Leaving me in the room that smells like us.