Page 41 of Freeze Frame

I pulled my fingers out of his ass. “Shhh. I know. I know. I’ve got you.”

He waited so patiently for me, not even breathing as I added a condom and a generous amount of lube to the cock he’d chosen for me to fuck him with. I knelt up, pushed his legs up toward his chest, angling his ass upward a little.

David exhaled a shaky breath when I notched the cock against his hole. I didn’t know where I wanted to look more. At his face to capture every micro-expression of awe as I slid inside, or between us where my cock disappeared into him, spearing him open.

For a second, I chose neither and I closed my eyes. Want, unfulfilled and almost angry because of it, made my hole wet. I clenched around nothing, my own desperation making me crazy.

The sounds David made dragged my eyes open. He whimpered and keened as I dragged my cock in and out of him, nice and slow to let him get used to it. He looked ruined already,but I could see the hunger in his eyes. It might have also been my own reflecting back at me.

David reached up and hooked his hands behind his knees and held his legs up and open. He tipped his head back, his Adam’s apple jutting out of his throat like a target for my mouth. I pressed my body closer, sinking the cock to the hilt so I could taste the salt of his skin. So I could lick the want from his flesh and consume it.

Then I dug my fingers into his flesh and tilted his ass up just a little more and began to fuck him for real, quickly working up to a pace that was punishing for both of us and unsustainable for a long period of time. But I didn’t need a long period of time. I wanted to watch him come apart. I’d dismantle him, unmake him, then remake him so I could do it all over again.

“Touch me,” he rasped, sounding like himself, but the most stripped-down version. All his walls were gone, and he was flayed open underneath me, raw and vulnerable and easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. “Touch me,” he implored again.

How could I possibly refuse him when he was like this? I didn’t think I could ever deny him anything. I’d give him whatever he wanted. My body. My soul. My heart.

I took him in hand, fucking deep into him as I stroked his cock. David thrashed underneath me, his head whipped side to side, and he clutched at his bedding as he panted.

And then he was coming, coating my hands with the sticky fluid. A stream of it shot up and painted his chest. Leaning forward, I licked it off him and he stared at me, eyes wide open, pupils blown out. I fucked him until he winced and then I gently pulled out.

David reached for me and pulled me down on top of him. Our mouths crashed together, but we were less frantic than before.Instead of a wildfire burning out of control, we were a bed of coals. Hot and steady.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Tell me how. Tell me what you need.”

He let out a soft sigh that was almost sad. “I only have one real good orgasm in me, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to be done. Tell me what you need. What you want.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. My cheek. My jaw.

I sat up, straddling him and his spent cock. I ran my hands over his body, smearing his cum into his chest. I smoothed my hands up his arms until I tangled our hands together. He had great hands. Calloused, working hands. Thick fingers.

“There’s more than one way to be inside me,” I reminded him.

A wicked gleam sparkled in his eye. “You’ll have to get on your back then, give me room to work.”

I released his hands from my hold and reached for the straps. I loosened the device and then shimmied out of it after I rolled off him and onto my back. David sat up and traced his fingers over the marks the strap left on my body.

“Next time,” he said. “Next time I’m going to make you come until you can’t come anymore and then I’ll let you finish me off, and then I’ll make you come again.”

I couldn’t think of a response. All my words were jumbled up and unable to come out. But I didn’t need words. David seemed happy enough without them. My heart fluttered when he traced the marks left by the strap again, and then moved down and pressed open-mouthed kisses to them.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, smoothing his hand over my stomach. “Can I use both your holes to make you feel good?”

“Do whatever you want. I’m all yours.” The words had meant to sound casual, they were meant to be casual, but they felt like the truest thing I’d ever said.

TWENTY-ONE

DAVID

Whatever I want.That was a long list. But I knew what I wanted to do first. Well, second.

“Don’t move,” I said, stealing a kiss before I rolled out of bed. I ducked into the attached bathroom and grabbed a towel. “Lift your ass for me.”

Josh planted his elbows into the mattress and lifted himself up, allowing me to slide the towel underneath him.

“Well, this feels promising.” He huffed out a laugh as I lowered myself down, blanketing him with my body.

Josh arched an eyebrow when my half-hard cock pressed against him.

“Ignore that,” I told him, hoping he didn’t see the way I winced when I was reminded of my lengthy refractory period. My job kept me on my feet all day, which kept me in okay shape, but I still looked every bit of my age. Gray hairs had sprouted in my chest hair a couple years ago, and I’d noticed a few lower down. Where Josh was still young and smooth, with a hint offine lines around his eyes and mouth when he smiled, the fact remained that he was half my age.