Chapter 10 – David
I have discovered that, when it comes to waiting for Rich, I have zero patience.
I have tried to distract myself by looking at the track for the next race, but I wasn’t able to focus.
All I kept doing was looking at my watch and seeing that only a minute had passed since I last looked at it.
I understood he needed to make sure that the coast was clear, but yeah, the wait was killing me.
Finally, I hear something outside my room, and I know it’s him. He’s barely knocked before I’ve opened the door and pulled him inside. On instinct, I wrap my arms around him. It’s good to have him back in my arms.
Now, it’s time to start celebrating his birthday.
We don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow. Everyone will be leaving.
I told Lars that I decided to stay on a few more days.
I think he was wondering why, but didn’t question it.
This means that Richard doesn’t have to sneak out. He can stay with me all night.
Pushing him onto the bed, I stare at him for a moment. Him spread out on my bed is a perfect sight, but I know that I need to talk to him about how tonight’s going to go. I have searched around the bed, and there’s nothing I can tie him to. I can bind his hands together, but that’s it.
“You still have too many clothes on, and tonight, I think I want to strip you naked,” I tell him as I climb onto the bed and cover his body with my own. I lean down to kiss the side of his neck, which rewards me with a moan.
Getting back off the bed, I stand at the end and wait for Richard to look over to me. When our eyes lock, I smile, and slowly pull off my polo shirt, just dropping it on the floor.
“Sit up and come to the edge of the bed,” I command, and Rich shifts until he’s at the edge and looking up at me. “Undress me?”
“But…” Rich asks, and I know he thought he would be naked first. Tonight, I’m thinking I’m going to change things up.
“Are you arguing with me?” I say, and take a step back so that I’m just out of his reach.
“No.”
“Then do as I ask, take the rest of my clothes off.” I close the distance so that Rich is able to reach me.
First, he undoes my belt and pulls it through all the loops. He holds it in his hands, runs his hand over the leather, and looks up at me.
“Drop it,” I tell him, and Rich drops the belt on top of my polo shirt. “I have another idea for tonight.”
Rich doesn’t question me, instead, just reaches over, pops the button of my trousers, and pushes them down my legs.
I lift each leg in turn, so he’s able to take them off completely.
My dick is already straining against the confines of my boxers, and I spot Rich licking his lips, which was the same idea I had.
I almost command him to touch me through my boxers, but I think I want his hand wrapped around me more.
“My boxers are still in place,” I state, getting Rich to move. He takes hold of the waistband and pushes them down my legs, and finally, I’m naked. Rich is looking up and down my body, but not making any attempt to touch me.
“Rich,” I call his name, as his head turns up to me, and I see the lust filling his eyes, “touch me.”
There is the slightest nod of his head in understanding as his hand wraps around me, and he begins to move it up and down. His grip is warm and firm, and he knows how to please me. A pearl of pre-cum appears, and Rich picks it up with his thumb, rubbing it over my head.
I let him continue to pump me, but I need more. “Open up for me.”
Rich opens his mouth, and I take a step closer.
I slip my dick into his mouth and my hands go into Rich’s hair.
I want to control the pace, and Rich knows that this is something I like to do.
Having control over his mouth, I slowly begin to move my hips, and Rich doesn’t move. He lets me fuck his mouth.
Rich feels so good around me, he keeps running his tongue over me as I push inside of him, and pleasure surges through me.
“Fuck.” I breathe out, as I tighten my grip on his hair. My orgasm is already building, and I’m tempted to shoot my cum down his throat. We have plenty of time tonight, but I need to get him naked. Taking a step back, I let my hands drop from his hair, and my dick falls from his mouth.
“Stand for me,” I demand, and Rich gets up off the bed.
I see his hard dick tenting his trousers.
“I’m going to strip you naked, then I’m going to mark you.
One for every week we have missed since the last time we were together.
” Rich shivers at the thought, and I see there’s a smile playing on his lips. Looks like he likes that idea.
Grabbing hold of his polo shirt, I pull it over his head. I deposit it on the floor with my own, before popping the button on his trousers and pulling down the zipper. My hand slips inside, I begin rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers, and there is already a small damp spot.
“Someone is excited.”
“Always,” Rich states, and his eyes grow wide, as he realises he spoke, but I hadn’t given permission.
“It’s your birthday,” I say, and I lean forward, still rubbing his dick, and place a kiss at the base of his throat. “You’re allowed to be as vocal as you want.”
A groan escapes out of Rich’s mouth at my statement, and I think that Rich is going to relish the ability to make sounds. I know I’m going to enjoy hearing them.
“Just don’t get used to it. You’re still going to have to do as you’re told, but there is nowhere for me to tie you up here,” I tell him.
Rich opens his mouth, but then closes it again, before doing it again. There is an uncertainty in his eyes.
“What is it, Rich?” I ask, pulling my hand out of his trousers and taking a small step back so that he has room to find his voice.
“I was,” Rich starts and pauses. “I was wondering,” suddenly finding his voice, “if we could be vanilla tonight?”
I was not expecting this question. We haven’t done this in a long time. In fact, I think it might not have happened since our first night together, when Rich wasn’t able to tell me how he liked sex, but I’m not going to deny him.
“If that’s what you want,” I tell him, and lean down to give him a kiss, “I can save my marks for another night.”
“No, still mark me, please.”
“I can do that.”
I want to ask why the change. But I think, deep down, I know. These past few weeks have been harder. Well, they have for me, and I know that I just want to hold him, show him how much I love and cherish him.
Closing the distance between us, I wrap him in an embrace and seek out his lips.
Our tongues twist together as I deepen the kiss.
Tonight will be about passion, not my control over Rich.
Breaking the kiss, I start to place kisses down his neck, then the centre of his chest. Going lower, and lower, until I sink to my knees.
When I take hold of the waistband of his trousers and boxers and push them down in one movement, his dick springs free.
Rich steps out of his clothes, and I shove them to one side.
I take his dick in my hand, lean forward, and swipe my tongue over the head, sucking up the drop of pre-cum that has appeared.
Rich’s hands are suddenly in my hair, and I can feel him flex his hands, tugging at the roots, and, God, does that feel good.
Needing to taste more of Rich, I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching at the size of him.
His weight against my tongue is perfect, his skin soft against my lips, as I begin to glide up and down him.
Rich starts to pull on my hair harder, and it’s so distracting. That fine balance between pain and pleasure, but God, is it good. Rich never allows himself to express himself like he is now, preferring to give over the control instead.
Running my hands up the back of his legs, I take hold of his firm ass cheeks and hold him in place. His hips had started to move, and I needed the control. Some things I cannot give up. Rich stills in my hands, and he loosens his grip in my hair.
“No, I like your hands in my hair,” I tell him, letting his dick fall from my mouth, and Rich instantly tugs on my hair. I cannot help but groan.
I lick up his length before slipping his dick back into my mouth, and squeeze his ass, beginning to move again.
Sliding up and down his length, my tongue running over the head.
I can feel how excited he is with how tightly he tugs on my hair, and when he starts holding it.
I hear him take in a deep breath, I know that he’s close. So I let him fall from my mouth.
“I only want you to come when I’m balls deep inside you,” I say, getting up from my knees.
“Yes,” Rich rasps out, as he tries to control his breathing.
“You need to get onto the bed if you want that.”
I’ve barely finished my sentence before Rich is climbing on the bed and making his way to the middle, moving pillows from the top of the bed, except for one, which he puts into the corner, but within grabbing distance should I need it.
Rich lays down on his back and stares over to me, spreading his legs. He’s inviting me forward without ever having to say a single word, and it’s an invite that I’m happy to accept. I’m about to climb on the bed, when I remember the lube.
“Be right back.” Walking into the bathroom, I grab the bottle of lube that I left on the side and look up into the mirror.
I don’t recognize the man looking back at me.
The man whose cheeks are flushed. Whose eyes are alight with passion.
I never thought I would see this man again, but I’m glad that he’s back.