Chapter 29 – Richard #2
Undoing the belt of his trousers – well, my trousers, he’s been borrowing them as he’s able to wear them over his knee brace, hence, the belt.
Pushing them down his legs, I go carefully over his knee.
He lifts his legs in turn, resting a hand on my shoulder for balance, and I’m able to remove both his shoes, socks and trousers, and finally, he’s laying naked in front of me.
Standing back up, I wrap my hand around his dick, and start moving it slowly, causing him to throw his head back, and more moans to fall from his lips.
“You okay while I undress?” I ask him.
“Oh, I need to watch this,” Dave replies.
He shifts around, and sits on the edge of the bed, before moving backwards so he’s in the centre of the bed and is looking me up and down.
“You’re still dressed. Come on,” he says.
I remove my clothes at a deliberately slow rate, my plan was to tease him, but it backfired. Dave took hold of his dick and started to pump himself, without taking his eyes off me. And fuck, it’s a hot sight to behold.
With all my clothes off, I climb onto the bed, and he lets go of his dick, and moves up the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it under his head. I cover his body with my own, grinding our dicks together, as I lock lips with him.
I try to roll us over, so that I’m underneath him, but he stops me.
“No,” Dave whispers.
“You want me to ride you?” I ask.
“No. I want to feel you,” he replies, but I don’t understand. He would be able to feel me. “Baby,” Dave continues. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Holy shit. I thought when he asked me to mark him, it was the ‘something’ we had never done before. Looks like I was wrong, very, very wrong. Dave has never bottomed for me.
“Are you sure?” Needing to hear the confirmation, again.
“Yes. Now go get the lube. It’s been a while,” he states. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask exactly how long, but then, not sure I want to know. “Jasper,” Dave says, looking up at me.
“Do I want to know why you’re saying his name, while we’re naked?”
“You wanted to know how long it’s been,” he says, giving me a smirk. “That’s how long.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t need to, baby,” he replies.
A small laugh escapes me as I realise just how well this man knows me. I lean over and pull open a drawer on one of the bedside tables and pull out a bottle of lube. Placing it beside us on the bed.
“I will need to rest my leg on your shoulder,” Dave replies, and I know which leg he’s talking about. So I nod my head in understanding. I want to tease him, place kisses all over his body. Feel his dick in my mouth, but all I can think about is sliding my dick into him.
Picking up the lube bottle, I slide down the bed, Dave spreads his legs open so that I’m able to settle between them. Picking up his leg, I place it on my shoulder, and inch forward, making sure that his knee brace doesn’t move.
“That okay?” I ask, making sure that he’s comfortable.
“Yeah, that’s good.”
Popping open the bottle of lube, I squeeze some over my fingers. I keep watching Dave as I begin to push my finger inside him. Taking my time. Allowing his body to adjust to the intrusion. He tenses around me, causing me to pause.
“Relax, baby,” I say over to him, as I kiss his legs.
Only when I feel him relaxing around me do I start to push in again.
When my finger is fully seated, I hold it still for a moment, and then begin to slide it in and out.
When it’s freely moving, I add a second finger.
Again, taking my time, making sure it isn’t hurting him.
I want this to be good, and there is a tiny little voice in the back of my mind telling me that this needs to be better than what he had with Jasper.
When my second finger is fully inside, I start to scissor my fingers, stretching Dave around me, as I slide my fingers in and out of him. Building up the speed, before I crook my finger and hit his prostate, causing a yelp to fall from his lips.
“Need you,” he pants out.
“Not yet.” Ideally, I need to get three fingers into him.
“It will be okay. Need to feel you,” he replies.
I know that I should ignore him. That I need to spend more time prepping him.
But I pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze a generous amount over my hands before rubbing it over my dick.
Picking up his other leg, I place it on my shoulder, so that it raises his ass higher.
Then I’m at his entrance, pushing inside, his body opening up for me.
It takes all the strength I have not to slam into him, and I can feel the beads of sweat on my temple at the strain. But I keep going, taking my time, until I’m fully seated inside of him. He’s tight, and gripping my dick, and fuck, does it feel good.
Then, I start to move, sliding in and out of him, building up my speed.
Watching as Dave tilts his head back and begins to grip the bedclothes, and I know that feeling.
It’s the best feeling in the world, and I’m doing that to him.
The thought spurs me on, and I slam into him, causing him to scream my name.
I need to change the angle, so I drop his good leg, and move forward, causing his other leg to bend back towards his chest, but I still make sure that his leg is straight. From this angle, when I slam in, I hit his prostate, again. Causing more moans to fall from Dave’s mouth.
“Take hold of yourself,” I command.
He wraps a hand around his dick, and starts to move it in time with me, his eyes shut tight from all the stimulation. But I need to see him. I need to see him come apart around me.
“Open your eyes baby, look at me,” I say.
He dutifully opens his eyes, and I see the love and passion pouring out of them. At that moment, I know that I’m going to allow him to keep me a secret. Yes, I’m going to hate it, but it won’t be forever. If this is something that he needs, I will give it to him.
Slamming my dick into him, I hit his prostate once more, and I feel Dave tense around me as his orgasm hits him and he cums all over his hand and chest. He clenches around me and my orgasm hits. His name falling from my own lips unaided, as I fill him up.
At any other time, I might have dropped his leg, and just collapsed on top of him. But I’m conscious of his injury. I slowly sit upright and pull myself out of him. Thankful that he doesn’t wince. So, at least I know that I haven’t caused him any pain.
“Fuck, that was good,” Dave says, looking over to me.
“You’re telling me,” I reply. “I need to clean us up.”
Getting off the bed, I walk over to the ensuite. Washing myself down, I grab a towel and dampen one end and go back over to Dave. I wipe him down before dropping the towels on the floor.
“Do you think you can rise up off the bed, so I can pull the bed clothes back?” I ask.
“Think so,” he replies.
He manages to raise himself up enough so that I’m able to pull back the bedclothes, before I get back into bed. Laying my arm out so that Dave can move into my side.
“You can keep me a secret,” I tell him, as I kiss his forehead.
“What?” he asks, leaning up on his arm to look at me.
“I’m not happy about it, and when I find a new team, I will want to announce it to them,” I tell him, but don’t mention that I think that it will take over a year for that to happen. Finding a team this close to the start of the season is not going to happen.
“Please, don’t leave the team!” Dave says, as he shifts back down so he is lying next to me.
Placing a kiss on his forehead, I pull him closer to me, and don’t answer his question, because, at the moment, I no longer think that is something I can do.