Page 42 of Freeze Frame

“Wherever your head just went…” Josh held my face in his palms and made me look at him. “Don’t go there. Stay here with me. I’m very naked and very needy.”

He wriggled underneath me. Lust crackled in the air like static electricity. I could have kissed him all night… and I intended to. But I left his mouth behind and shimmied down the bed, leaving kisses here and there on his body. He turned his head to the side when I kissed his neck.

“Here?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, breathing out slowly as he relaxed, sinking into the bed.

I kissed him lower, dragging my mouth across his clavicle. “Here?”

“Mmhm,” he answered.

Remembering our last encounter, I skipped over his chest and started again on his stomach. “Here?” I nudged him with the tip of my nose. I raked my hands down over his body, touching his sides as I kissed his belly button, then lower, across his stomach. And lower still to where his dick was. I loved that I could get the whole thing in my mouth. That I could suck and lick and drive him insane, make him writhe on the bed, trying to get closer but also to run away, like he was torn and couldn’t choose.

I paused and reached for the lube. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me.”

Josh’s answering laugh was deep and raspy. “The only thing I won’t like is if you stop.”

I grinned up at him and grimaced when the lube bottle made an unattractive noise. Stifling a laugh, I focused on Josh, on the beauty he radiated. His body was lean and strong. His cheekswere a rosy pink color and his lips were shiny and swollen from kissing.

Needing to see him come apart, I started rubbing his cock with one hand, and the other dipped lower. Two lube-slick fingers slid into his front hole, and I watched the way his back arched and he held his breath for a second. Then another. And a third. He didn’t exhale until I moved my fingers again, sliding them deeper before pulling them out again.

“Is that okay?”

“You’re a tease,” Josh whined, but his legs spread wider, creating more space for me.

“You like it.” It took me a minute to get a good rhythm going with both hands. One tormenting his cock, the other fucking his hole. I paused, letting him catch his breath for a second while I added more lube.

Three fingers made his hole stretch, and I took it slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort as I worked him open. Josh’s body writhed and rocked. Unable to stay still, he fucked himself on my fingers and then suddenly he was clamping down on them, a string of noises falling out of him. Keens and moans filled the room and his thighs quaked, the muscles shaking as I continued to thrust my fingers inside him.

“Can you take more?” I asked, slowing the pace of my fingers, curving them gently to stroke over that special spot inside him.

“Fuck yes. Give me more. Stuff me full.” His hair was damp with sweat and stuck to him. His chest glistened with it too. His breathing was harsh, his eyes were wild, and I’d never seen anyone more stunning.

I added more lube, thankful for the towel that was protecting my bed, and gently worked four fingers inside him. It took a bit of work for him to take them all, but I sank them as deep as they could go, then brought my mouth down to his cock and suckedhim hard and deep. He bucked up off the bed, shouting and grabbing my head, holding it down.

“Fuckfuckfuck… fuuuuck.” Josh’s vocabulary was reduced to one single word that fell from his lips on repeat. Then he found a couple new words. “More,” he rasped. “Harder. More…”

I fucked him harder, and my arm was getting tired, but I was determined not to stop until he couldn’t come anymore. I wrung another orgasm out of him before I came up for air.

“More,” Josh panted. He was a pool of sweat and cum and lube. Boneless and insatiable.

“More?” I questioned. “I already have four inside you. Any more than that is…” I paused when Josh’s eyes opened and his gaze met mine. “My whole hand.”

“Do it.”

I didn’t think Josh’s legs could spread any wider, but he managed. Reaching down, he slid his hands up the insides of his thighs on either side of his holes, like he was framing them. “Please.”

As if I could refuse him anything. Josh had me wrapped around his little finger, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to please him. I loved being the one to bring him this much pleasure. To be the one he looked at with an expression that I hadn’t seen in any of his work.

And yes, of course I thought about his porn while he was naked and I had four fingers inside him. Not because I was comparing myself to them, but because I’d seen the pleasure others had given him, and I knew I could do better. Be better. Blow his mind.

With more lube, and more patience, I worked my thumb into his entrance. Josh gasped and let out a low moan as I pushed my hand further into him, not quite at the widest part yet.

“Touch yourself,” I told him.

He whimpered when he did it, but he obeyed, stroking his cock with his fingers, teasing the tip. His head was thrown back and I slid my free hand up his body to collar his throat. And then I pushed my other hand inside him in a long, slow slide. He stretched around me until I thought he might pop apart, and then my hand vanished inside him.

And Josh exploded. He jerked his cock, bucked against my hand, writhing on it, fucking himself with it. His muscles squeezed my hand so tight and he bucked so hard I thought for a second that he might break my wrist. He was drenched. Damp hair. Damp skin. He was slick with lube and sweat and his own juices. He grabbed my other hand and pulled it off his throat. Bringing it to his mouth, he took two fingers deep inside and sucked them like a cock, and then he was coming again. Gagging on my fingers, rocking his body against my fist, he chased his pleasure until he went limp all at once.