Chapter 18 Kris
Getting through the rest of today was easy knowing what awaited me at the end: another night at Dave’s place. Even the boring and annoying parts, like dealing with customers and cleaning the floors, felt simple and light. The best part, of course, was Dave. He’s been blushing nearly all day. I wonder if the rest of him is as hot as his cheeks. Soon I’ll be able to find out.
It’s not that everything else in my life is suddenly perfect. I’ve got the insurance inspection in a few days. I feel uneasy about rebuilding the club. And I haven’t been able to track down Jer. So yeah, things aren’t necessarily great, but tonight, in just a few minutes, I get to be with Dave.
I round the corner just like last time and see that ugly ass building where he lives. Not my fucking concern. I clatter up the stairs that any old criminal could take right to his front door. I don’t like it, but that’s neither here nor there. I knock once, and the door swings open. I guess he didn’t fall asleep today.
“Take your shoes off and come in. I’m just finishing something up.”
Dave’s not even wearing a shirt this time, just those flimsy shorts. His hair is wet around the edges and curling over his ears. He doesn’t seem to care.
I step inside and close the door behind me. While I wiggle off my boots, I watch him settle on the couch and pick up his laptop. He’s typing fast, like his fingers can barely keep up with ideas in his head.
I hesitate here in the entranceway. I don’t want to interrupt him. He’s explained to me how important his writing is and how challenging his class is. My being here suddenly feels like a bad idea. The last thing I want to do is ruin his flow or something. I take a step back towards my boots and consider saying goodbye when he flips the laptop shut.
“There! That was a good sprint.” He looks up and smiles at me, obviously pleased with himself.
“Sprint?” I ask, tentatively moving towards him.
“Yeah, it’s writing in small, timed bursts, like running 50 meters.”
“And that’s a good way to do it?”
“For some people. I’m still trying to figure out what’s best for me. But I’m kind of liking it. I just got five pages done.”
“And that’s good?”
“It is for me.”
“Well, in that case, I’m glad.” I relax a little.
“Come here and sit down.” He motions to the couch.
I sit next to him and it’s almost awkward. This thing between us is still so new that we don’t have a rhythm of how our hookups unfold. Last time we were on each other in seconds and now, maybe we’ll make small talk first. It’s fine, great, really. I like talking with Dave almost as much as I like making him come. But he surprises me first, with a quick, light kiss on lips, and an even faster withdrawal.
“There. I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” Before I can kiss him back more thoroughly, he hops to his feet and jogs to the kitchen. “I’m getting you water and a snack.”
“That’s not what I’m here for,” I say, turning to watch him.
He rolls his eyes and bustles around with a glass and some pre-cut carrot sticks.
“I know.” He’s blushing again.
“Are you going to make me eat vegetables before I can touch you?”
“I’m not going to make you do anything,” he says and shoves the plate in my hands. “It’s just a suggestion”
I take an obedient bite of carrot, and then another. It’s a good carrot but not what I want right now.
I put the plate down and face toward Dave. He’s back on the couch now, watching me eat with one leg curled beneath him. His eyes look bright and lively, like keeping me healthy brings him pleasure. I let out a breath before telling him, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s nothing, but I’m glad you like it.” He leans in and kisses me again. This time, I snag my hand on his hip and haul him on to me. He freezes for a moment, surprised, then melts into me, grabbing my shoulder and kissing me back. I love having his weight on me. Solid, strong, sexy Dave. I slip my hand down his waistband and am rewarded with his bare skin.
“Why do you even bother with these shorts?” I groan.
“I try to be a little civilized when I’m alone.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and my cock stiffens.
“I like you better uncivilized,” I rumble.
“Me too.” He helps me slide the shorts off, so he’s naked on top of me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, trying to rein in my desire.
“I want your mouth on me and your cock in me. Either. Both. What do you want?” He’s already breathless.
“So much,” I say, then force myself to stop talking. He does not need to hear the whole extent of it.
“So, where do we start?” he asks, as he nuzzles my neck.
I kind of blank out for a minute because just the feeling of him on me is intense, almost overwhelming. But he’s asking me for something specific, so I try to make it as simple as possible.
“You on your hands and knees with my tongue in your hole.” Just saying the words are turning me on, and I can feel Dave’s body reacting against me. But he isn’t saying a word.
“Is that okay?” I ask when he stays quiet for another beat.
“Yeah, more than okay. I just needed a second to breathe so I wouldn’t come.”
“C’mon, you’re not that easy?”
“I think you’ll find I am.” He’s moving into the position I described, here on the couch. Then he looks back at me over his shoulder.
My fiercest imaginings couldn’t conjure something as devastating as this. Dave posed for me, open and vulnerable, his brown eyes hot while he awaits my pleasure. I try not to think about how this moment will carve itself into my brain and will stay with me forever. Because I should never be thinking about forever with Dave.
Enough, I tell myself. There are more important things for me to do now, like taking off my clothes, which I do quickly, and running my hands over his ass, which I take my time with.
Even though he’s a lean guy, Dave’s got lots of ass, too much for me to handle all at once, so I grab and caress and grab again. He pushes into my touch, gasping and sighing even though I’ve barely gotten started. What a fucking delight he is; easy like he promised, and mine for the night. I tease myself with glimpses of his hole, pink and ready, until I can’t wait any longer.
“Open your legs wider,” I tell him, my voice nothing but a rasp.
He complies immediately and arches his back for good measure. Dave, my sweet, horny Dave is holding nothing back, letting his eagerness show, inviting me in with every sound and movement, as if all he can think is more, more.
He deserves praise. He deserves all the pleasure he can handle. Champagne. Fireworks. I lean down to run my tongue under the curve of his ass. His skin prickles into goosebumps, so I do it again. He moans and my cock hardens at the sound of it.
I’ve teased both of us enough. It’s time, I think, because there’s no way I’m going to last at this rate. But we have all night, don’t we? Who says there can’t be a round two? Or a round three? I let this thought be my beacon.