Chapter 10 – David #2
Going back into the room, Rich hasn’t moved, and when I look at him, his eyes are closed.
Just when I think he’s fallen asleep, he opens them and looks over to me.
A smile spreads across his face, and I swear that my heart stops.
I never, ever, considered that I could love again.
That was an emotion from the past. But Rich changed that, and I should have allowed myself to let it in sooner.
Climbing onto the bed, I place the bottle of lube on the bed beside us as I crawl up his body and kiss him with everything that I have, grinding my dick into his.
“I love you,” I mumble, breaking the kiss, and I just look at him.
“I know,” Rich replies, giving me a smile, “but I would really like to be screaming your name at the moment, and I think someone promised me some marks.”
“Oh, you will be screaming,” I tell him, as I place a kiss at the crook of his neck, “but you’re right, I do need to mark you.”
Shifting my body down the bed, I begin to kiss his chest. I plan to place a mark near the base of his neck, somewhere that will be hidden with a polo shirt, or a normal shirt, but just close enough to be risky. But, first, his chest. I think today one on each pec will be good.
Taking a nipple into my mouth, I suck it gently while reaching out with my hand, and touch the other nipple with my fingers and twist it, causing a moan to reach my ears.
Rich’s body squirms underneath me as he reacts to my touch.
I want to tell him to stop, that moving isn’t allowed, but I don’t.
Instead, I let go of his nipples, and place a kiss on his pec, before I start to suck.
When I see the slight redness appear on his skin, I go over to the other pec and repeat the process, before I finally move back up and start on his neck. The skin isn’t as firm here, and it doesn’t take long for the mark to appear.
“Mine,” I growl out, as I sit up to get a clearer look at the marks on Rich’s body.
“Yours,” Rich confirms, sending shock waves of want back through me.
Needing to taste him again, I lean over and take his lips in a searing kiss. As my tongue twists and dances with his, I reach my hand between us, taking both our dicks in my hand with a firm grip, before moving my hand. Rubbing us together. Rich fills my mouth with moans as my hand moves faster.
“Need to be inside you,” I say, suddenly letting Rich go and sitting back up. I need to feel him wrapped around me. Touching him isn’t enough now.
Rich doesn’t respond with words, but actions. He grabs the pillow from the corner, and hands it to me at the same time that he raises his hips. He wants me to put the pillow underneath, so I have better access to him.
“Need to prep you first,” I tell him, as I take the pillow from him and leave it by his feet. “Bend your knees.”
Rich does as I asked, and I pick up the bottle of lube, popping open the lid, and squeezing some over my fingers. Shuffling forward, I place a kiss on his knee before running my finger over his hole and pushing my digit inside, pausing when I get to the first knuckle.
“Relax for me baby,” I tell him when he tenses around me.
Rich takes a few deep breaths, and I feel as his muscles relax around my finger.
I begin to push in further. Still taking my time until my finger is fully seated, and only then, do I start to slide my finger in and out, before adding in a second.
I want to rush. Hell, I want to pick up the lube, cover my cock, and start sliding it into Rich, but I don’t. I need to get him ready.
I start to scissor my fingers, stretching Rich, and when my fingers are moving freely, I push in harder, crook my fingers to hit his prostate, causing Rich to buck on the bed, and a moan reaches my ear.
“Is that good?” I ask, as I place another kiss on his knee.
“So good,” Rich breathes out.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, as I pull out my fingers.
“Yes,” comes his reply.
“Then lift up.”
Rich lifts his hips up off the bed, and I grab the pillow, placing it under him, before picking up the lube bottle, and squeezing a generous amount into my hand, and over my dick.
Taking a hold of my dick, I shuffle forward, placing it at his entrance, and begin to push inside.
Rich yelps and throws his head back, while his hands grip the bed covers.
I stop pushing, and wait for him to relax, and when I see him let go of the bed covers, I start to push in deep. He feels amazing. All tight, and his warmth spreads around my dick. It’s taking all the strength I have not to push all my length into him, in one go.
“God, you feel good,” I tell him.
“Harder,” Rich states between breathes.
My resolve melts at his words, and I push into him, only stopping when I’m fully inside him, only pausing so that Rich’s body has time to adjust to me. Pulling back out of him, I get to the tip before slamming back into him.
“Oh, God,” Rich screams, which isn’t the name he’s supposed to be screaming.
“It’s only me with you,” I tell him, as I slowly pull out of him.
I start to build up a rhythm, sliding in and out of him, causing more sounds to come from him. Rich is very vocal when he’s allowed to talk. I might have to allow him to do this more often.
The next time I slide out, I pause before pushing back in, picking up one of his legs, and placing it on my shoulder. Changing the angle, and as I slam back in, I hit his prostate, causing Rich to moan, and his hands to flail around until he grabs the bed covers.
“Sit up,” I say, as an idea comes to mind. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Keeping him steady, I help Rich sit up, and as he wraps his legs around me, I guide him back down onto me.
“Ride me,” I tell him.
Rich’s eyes widen ever so slightly at my suggestion, before he starts to bounce up and down on me, throwing his head back. I have never given control over to Rich like this before, and our pleasure is in his hands, so to speak.
“Dave,” he finally screams out, and I pull him closer to me, as I lay a kiss on his chest.
I take hold of Rich’s dick, holding it firmly, not moving my hand. Rich’s movements are doing everything for us.
“Argh,” Rich screams out, and his breathing increases. “So close.”
My hands reach out, and I take hold of his hips, stilling him.
“I want you to come while you’re underneath me,” I explain, as I lift him off me, and gently push him back so that he’s lying flat on the bed.
I cover his body with mine. I gently kiss him as I push back into him, before starting to move. Slowly at first, but I begin to move faster, and faster. I feel a fine layer of sweat appear on my skin, and the tell-tale feeling of my orgasm building.
“So close,” Rich says breathlessly.
Taking this as a sign, I move faster, and take hold of his hands, lacing our fingers together. On my next thrust into his body, Rich screams out my name as he comes, tensing around me, pushing me over the edge, and then I’m copying him and screaming out his name.
We are both breathing hard, coming down from our orgasms. I lie on him for a few minutes, not caring that his cum is sticking us together. I will clean us up in a minute. I just want to stay here. Buried deep inside him.
As my dick softens, I carefully pull out of him, and on very shaky legs, go into the bathroom for towels to clean us off. Rich hasn’t said anything since we finished, just laid there with a very satisfied look on his face.
“Raise up for me,” I tell him, once we’re cleaned up. “I’m going to pull the bedclothes back.”
Rich still doesn’t say anything, but lifts himself so I can move the bedding.
Climbing back onto the bed, I pull Rich into my arms and hold him tight.
Eventually, his breathing evens out, and I know that he’s sleeping.
Placing a kiss onto the top of his head, I whisper, “Happy Birthday,” before sleep takes me.