Page 18 of Freeze Frame

As Josh got worked up, his hips got in on the action, and he ground against my face, burying my mouth between his legs. Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. His head was tipped back and a flush of crimson had crept up his body. I moaned, fully aware of the effect that those vibrations would have.

“Oh fuck.” He gasped. “Oh yes.”

I moaned again and Josh’s hips moved in an erratic motion.

“Oh shit. I—” Josh’s words got cut off as he devolved into whimpers. “Oh fuck. Oh, God. I wish—” Josh bit off his words again and then he stopped grinding against me. His chestheaved as he gulped air into his lungs. And I continued sucking and licking and relishing the taste of every drop of him.

He moved down the bed, removing himself from my face, and he had no problem kissing me afterward. His hand snaked down my front, toward my cock, and I let out a weak laugh.

“Not yet. I get one more orgasm, and I’m not ready for it yet.”

Josh kissed the corner of my mouth. “If I had my strap here, I could make you come more than once.” He kissed me again, softer, sweeter, but there was a hint of something in his tone. A flash of authority that made my stomach wobble in the very best way.

“What would you do to me, if you did?”

Josh slid his hand over top of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze through the fabric. “I’d put you on your face, with your ass in the air, and I’d eat you until you were leaking. And then I’d slide in nice and slow. I’d let you feel every fucking inch of me.”

An idea flashed up in my head, and it was out of my mouth before I could think twice.

“I have toys,” I told him. “And if you wanted to… you could use them… on me.”

Josh moved back to put enough space between us so he could look at me. “Are you serious?”

Suddenly worried that I’d crossed a line, I reached for him. Cradled his face in my hands. “You can do whatever you want to me. Whether it’s nothing, or some frotting, or if you wanted to fuck me stupid with one of my toys, that’s okay too.”

“You’d let me top you?” Josh seemed a little awestruck. A little starry-eyed.

“I’d let you do just about anything to me. Anything you want.”

Josh’s brow furrowed and he dragged a hand down my chest. His fingers twirled in my chest hair. “Anything I want,” he echoed quietly.

“Anything you want.”

“And if I want to be in control?”

His eyes were soft and hopeful, and I knew then that yes, I’d give him anything he wanted. Do anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted.

“Then you can be in control. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.” I was basically begging now, because the more he wrapped his head around what I was saying, the more he seemed to glow.

“Where do you keep your toys?” he asked, a dangerous but happy gleam in his eyes.

“Nightstand.” I said and then Josh was on the move. Stretching over top of me to reach my nightstand. “I clean them after each use, so just grab the whole bag.”

I kept a bottle of lube in with the toys for the occasions that I wanted to use them. Most of the time, I sought a solo release in the shower because it was convenient and made cleanup simple.

Josh sat on me and pulled the bag open. “It’s like Christmas.”

He beamed as he pulled out the first one. It was honestly girthier than I was used to taking, and I saved that one for special occasions. Really special ones. Josh quickly deemed that one unsuitable and gently put it down so he could grab another one. The second one was less girthy. Shaped like a real cock with balls, it was the kind you could suction cup to things and really go for a ride.

It was also my favorite.

It must have shown on my face because suddenly Josh grinned wolfishly. “And we have a winner.” He eyed the toy. “You say you clean it after every use, right?”

“Of course.”

Something glimmered in his eyes and he brought the toy close to my face.

“Hold this for me?” His free hand was planted over my heart, and I wondered if that was by design so he could feel the way it raced in my chest as I parted my lips and let him slide the silicone between them.