Page 20 of Freeze Frame

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice thick and quiet. His words only spurred me on, making me frantic, and then he was coming, hot and wet and sticky between us. I pushed myself up so I could watch his face when he let go. The tic of his jaw as he tensed with his body. The look of relief on his face when he could finally take a breath again. The hue of pink on his skin from pleasure and exertion. He was fucking beautiful.

I came apart on that thought, my writhing, convulsing body rocking against his cock. I thought about taking it inside me, feeling that stretch, that fullness, but the moment passed with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

David pulled me close again and I let him. I used his body for a giant pillow and just collapsed in his arms, his still half-hard cock mashed between us.

“I could go again,” I mused, kissing his neck. He tasted like fresh sweat, that unmistakable tang of salt flooding my tastebuds.

David chuckled. “Give me an hour or twelve.” His hands skated up and down my back.

“If you need twelve hours, maybe I should stay for that morning coffee. It would save me the trouble of coming all the way back here.”

“I do have a spare toothbrush and an unused side of the bed. I do, ah… I do let Wally sleep in here with me. If that’s a problem for you. I wasn’t going to let him on the bed when I first got him, but… well, you’ve seen him. How could I say no?”

It was weirdly domestic to spend the afterglow talking about doggy sleeping arrangements, but I found myself enjoying the experience. Usually as soon as I was done, it was time to mop up and go.

“You know…” David purred. “Just because I’m done for now, doesn’t mean you have to be. If you’re ready to go again, I’d be happy to get you off.”

He kissed the side of my head as his fingers walked down my back. They grazed the top of my ass, skimming past the crease and back up my body. I quivered when he brushed his fingertips through the back of my short hair.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s hot.” I shifted a little, lust flaring up in me like fireworks. I rolled onto my back, and David followed me. Nestling into my side instead of pinning me to the bed with his body, not that I would have minded. He was bigger than me in all the ways. Solid. Sturdy. I imagined being trapped under him, at his mercy, and that thought made me writhe.

“Tell me what you want,” David purred again. Dragging his hand down my neck, he paused when he reached my clavicle. “Do you like your chest touched?”

Something wobbled loose inside me, and my breath caught. Patiently, David waited for an answer. He looked unbothered, unhurried, like he’d wait all night for me to answer.

“You can touch me anywhere you want. My nipples aren’t as sensitive as they used to be, but I don’t mind them being touched.”

A smile flickered and he dragged his hand lower, his fingers skimming past my nipples to dance across my ribcage.

“I don’t want to do things that you don’t mind, Josh. I asked what you liked.”

This. Man. Was. Going. To. Kill. Me.

“Tell me how to please you,” he whispered, bringing his mouth down to mine, almost touching. So close, yet so fucking far away.

“Kiss me,” I demanded softly. “Kiss me everywhere. Fill me with your fingers.”Worship me. Adore me. Fuck me. Love me. Keep me.“Touch me.”

David’s hand dipped lower, his fingers grazed my cock, and that’s when he leaned down and kissed me. Just a brush of his lips against mine at first. A breath of air.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding his hand lower, almost like he was going to dip his fingers in me, then he retreated and I found myself tilting my hips, trying to chase his fingers.

Unable to help myself, I grabbed him and hauled him to me. Slanting his mouth over mine, I devoured him. Licked my way into his mouth as my body throbbed to the beat of my heart.

After a minute of swirling tongues and desperation, David pulled back and we both took a deep breath. His forehead pressed against mine.

“Yeah, like that.” I told him. Releasing him from my grasp, I moved my hand lower and pressed down on his, encouraging his fingers toward my entrance. “And like this.”

David’s lips grazed mine and I gasped as he slid a single finger inside me. “Just like that.” I told him, shifting around to spread my legs wider and make more room for him.

“Just like that,” I said again, but this time it sounded less like a command and more like I was begging for his touch.

But David didn’t make me beg.

ELEVEN

DAVID