Chapter 19 Dave
“It’s too much,” I groan, so close to the edge of climax I’m trembling.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kris asks. His breath against the damp skin between my legs makes me shiver with want.
“No! Don’t stop, it’s just that there’s so much more I want to do.”
“I’ve got you, boss.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and it sends pleasure jolting through my body. I love that he calls me boss, even though I’m ready to follow his every command.
He slides his tongue back to my hole and I squeeze my eyes shut. Sweet heavens above! He’s good at this or maybe I’m just so horny for him my synapses have exploded. I don’t want this to end but I’ve been dancing on the edge too long and every cell in my body is vibrating with need.
As his tongue presses forward, he reaches around to grasp my cock, and I let out an embarrassing sound that’s almost a wail. I was kind of joking about wrecking me. After all it’s just his tongue and his hand, but they feel so good it’s going to destroy me in other ways. Like my sanity, or even worse, my heart.
“I can’t,” I blurt, and Kris immediately stops moving.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Then, to my disbelief, he stops touching me all together.
“What are you doing?” I twist around to see what’s going on.
He’s sitting back on his heels, looking very satisfied with himself.
“Prolonging your pleasure.”
“What? Why?” I ask. And why is he talking like a condom ad?
“Because you wanted to do more.”
“Oh,” I say, so dazed with lust it’s hard for me to process.
“Is that okay?” He actually has the nerve to look concerned, the prick.
“Yeah, but I’m, like, suffering here.” I roll onto my back and look up at him plaintively.
He laughs, and his gaze rakes over my body. My cock is rock hard and leaking against my stomach and my body is probably flushed red. He runs a gentle finger down the center of my chest.
“I like you like this,” he says softly.
“I like you too,” I respond, so disordered that it takes me a second to realize that’s not what he said.
Kris looks uncertain for a moment, then holds out his hand.
“Let’s go to the bed and fuck.”
His words are blunt but my heart thumps as if the finest poet has just recited a sonnet.
“Ahhh, okay.” I grab his hand and stand up.
For a moment we’re chest to chest, staring into each other's eyes. Kris’ expression is different. He’s still got that barely-leashed hunger, but there’s something warmer and gentler at the edges. At least, I think that’s what I see, because he suddenly releases me and turns towards the bedroom door.
“You got everything we need here?” He asks as he walks away.
“Top drawer by the bed,” I say to his back.
“Right on, boss.” He doesn’t turn around.
I take an extra moment following him into the bedroom to check out the shape of his legs and ass. His body is just this side of skinny, light on hair, with long legs and a tight little ass. Ahh, I like how he looks, how his body feels against mine.
“How d’you like to do it?” Kris looks over his shoulder at me as he rolls on a condom and uncaps the lube. His motions are crisp and efficient, like he’s trying to finish a task he doesn’t enjoy much. It’s funny because a minute ago he seemed like he was ready to make a romantic declaration.
I touch his arm to stop him. He looks confused.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I tell him.
“Are you kidding? Of course, I want to do this.” His voice is clipped, almost harsh.
“You just seem kind of nervous, or–”
“I don’t get nervous.” His voice gets louder when he says it and his gaze is sharp.
“Okay. It wasn’t an accusation. It’s just that you stopped smiling.”
“Oh, well…” he lapses into silence. “Maybe I am a bit nervous. I didn’t think that was possible.”
I wrap my arm around his shoulder. He stiffens for a second, then allows me to hold him.
“I’m not used to this,” he says quietly then looks away.
“No?”
“I mean, I’m not used to hooking up with someone I really like. It’s weird. Not bad weird, just…I want to make this good for you. And we still need to work together after this.” His face is scrunched like he’s figuring out a puzzle.
“I think we’re going to have to talk our way through it, maybe more so than if we were strangers.” I rub a hand over his arms.
“Yeah.” He looks back at me, the doubt starting to recede from his eyes.
“We’re friends. And I want it to be good for you, too. This isn’t just about what I like.” My voice vibrates a bit as I say it. It’s really important to me that he hears this. I’m glad that we’re still touching, still so close. And when he leans against me it’s a relief, like he understands.
“I know. You’re right, of course. But I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy myself so long as you’re involved. But you might have some crazy high standards.”
“Honestly? I’m not worried at all. My taste is simple. Sometimes like to ride and sometimes I like to be bent over and fucked. Sometimes I want to stare into a guy’s eyes, and others I’d rather it feel anonymous. But this is you. It’s going to be great because you’re the one fucking me. I’ll be seeing and touching you. Oh!”
Something in my words seems to have lit a fire under Kris. As I was finishing my little speech, he spun me around and pulled me to him.
“Such a silver tongue you have. No wonder you’re a writer.” His eyes are sparkling now, that edge of nerves seems to be gone.
“Anyone can be a good writer with the right inspiration,” I deflect.
“You’re dangerous, boss.” Before I can reply he leans down and kisses me fast and hard. Like he can’t live another second without my lips. I kiss him back with the same fervor. He pulls me towards the bed until we’re falling on the blankets. His arms are tight around me and I’m on top of him again.
“I want your weight on me,” he says into my shoulder. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock. I want you to come on my chest. Dave, Dave, oh God,” he continues breathlessly as his arms squeeze me closer. “Fuck, Dave. I want so much.”
His words come out in a whispered rush, like he’s afraid lightning will strike before finishing. None of the things he wants is a big deal, but him telling me is.
“It’s all good Kris. That all sounds good to me.”
I want to kiss his lips to reassure him, but he’s got me pinned so tight I can only kiss his neck. So I do. I kiss neck, and behind his ear, and lower, near his nape. I don’t think it matters, as long as he knows it’s okay for him to ask for what he wants.
“Thank you,” he rumbles.
“You’re welcome. Now loosen your grip. I’m about to climb you like a tree.”
He laughs and releases me.