Chapter 20 Kris
I guess my little freak out worried Dave because he’s been watching me like a hawk since he got on me. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not all I’m thinking about right now. I mean, Dave is literally bouncing on my lap. It’s a fucking dream. He’s heavy on top of me, exactly what I wanted. Except he looks worried, and I want him to look wrecked.
I’m propped against the backboard of the bed and he’s straddling my hips. The position makes it easy for me to see him, to touch his legs, chest, and cock. And I do, a lot.
His skin is damp from exertion, sweat beading around his hairline and dripping down that beautiful happy trail. His legs are hairy and I love the friction against mine. Everything would be perfect if he wasn’t constantly searching my face for signs of nerves. I’ve got to take control here.
“Hey boss, can you stop?” I punctuate my words by resting my hands on his hips.
He looks understandably concerned and immediately slows down.
“What? Yeah. Is everything okay?”
“It’s great. Really. But maybe you could just sit there for a minute and let me do the work.”
It takes him a moment to puzzle through what I’m asking., I rub little circles on his hips. I want him to know there’s nothing wrong. I just want to change things up.
“Yeah, of course,” he says carefully.
I take a breath. I have to explain how I’m feeling or he’s just going to worry more.
“I want to drive you crazy, for you to feel it in your teeth.” I say softly. His expression relaxes. “Are you okay with that?” I ask just to be sure.
“Threaten me with a good time, will you?” He smiles. “Alright, do your worst.”
“You should never say that to me.” I raise my eyebrows menacingly and he laughs. That’s better. At least he’s not worrying now. But I think I can do better than not worrying.
I adjust my position slightly, so I have as much leverage as possible. My back may hurt tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. I move my hands on his hips and thrust up lightly to test my angle.
“Okay?” I ask, watching him carefully.
He wriggles around a bit, then nods.
“Here we go,” I say half to myself and thrust up into him hard.
“Ohhhh!” A surprised moan tears from his throat, and he clenches reflexively around me. I stop and take a deep breath, though my body wants more, now .
“Still okay?” I check, using the last of my self control. Dave rubs his hand over his flushed face.
“Yeah, it was just more than I expected.”
“Sweet talker. Should I keep going?” My fingers flex on his hips. Say yes.
“Hell, yeah.”
Thank the stars! I thrust up again and his eyes roll back. Then again, and they squeeze shut. This. This is what I wanted. Excitement blooms in my chest. I’m going to fuck Dave so good he forgets how to worry.
My hands tighten on his hips pulling him down harder, so he really feels it when I thrust, up, up, up. I do it a few times fast, and he braces himself against my shoulders, moaning and gasping. Come apart for me, Dave.
Part of me wants to close my eyes and enjoy the tight grip of his body, but I don’t want to miss a second of his reaction. It’s too perfect. Distracted Dave, Desperate Dave, Devastated Dave. I thrust again, and again, steadily building a punishing rhythm that I know I won’t be able to maintain. But fuck it all, I’m leaving it all on the mattress today.
“You should touch yourself,” I grit out, breathless with effort.
He grunts in agreement and grabs himself clumsily. The bed frame rattles as he jacks himself in time with his thrust. I don’t care if he breaks the bed. I’ll buy him another, but he doesn’t seem to notice the squeaks and groans of the furniture. Take everything you want, Dave. I’ll take care of the rest. Dave looks drunk with pleasure, completely focused on the cock in his hand and the one in his ass. He throws his head back and wails, flexing around me, so close to the edge, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. He looks destroyed, not one shred of polish left on him. Like I said, beautiful.
I pull him down as hard as I can and piston into him as fast as I can. He gasps again, then makes a whiny noise deep in his throat. I thrust and thrust and thrust until I think my hips might give out . I love, love, love him . And then, I feel his body seize around me.
“Kris!” he yells, then comes in a great, heaving release all over both of us. I think that’s what pushes me over the edge and also the fact that my body simply can’t take any more. My climax feels pulled from me, erupting so dramatically that I black out around the edges. I close my eyes and let the pleasure arc through me, my hands keeping Dave locked in place. Eventually, he makes a noise, and I release my death grip. But I think it might kill me if he goes away.
“Come here,” I say, reaching for his arm. I think he understands, thank God. He lets me pull him towards me. I manage to hold onto the condom as he slides off and collapses on top of me, giving me his full weight. That’s it. All I want in the world.
I hear the distant buzz of my phone in my pants and want to hurl it into the sun. There is nothing that I need to hear about right now, nothing that should intrude on this moment. So, I ignore it.