Page 59 of Freeze Frame

The wail that David let out made my stomach clench with desire. I wanted to rut up against him and rub myself to completion. It didn’t matter where. His ass. His leg. His face. It wouldn’t have mattered to me. But more than my own pleasure, I chased his.

After making sure the dildo was properly lubed, I lined it up with his hole. Rising up on my knees, I pressed down between his shoulder blades with one hand. The other slowly slid that cock into his ass. My gaze was torn between watching his hole swallow that red dick he’d fucked me with and watching the look on his face. A mix between lust, elation, and relief.

The sound he made when I sank it all the way in and then pressed down, driving it deeper, was nearly inhuman. His face was flushed pink and shone with sweat. His hands grasped at the bedding, gripping and yanking like they could help him weather what I was about to do.

I started slowly, letting him get used to the feel of it, and when I was sure I wasn’t going to hurt him, I sped up. Fucked him faster and harder. The muscles in my arm were quick to complain at me for this, but David was worth ignoring the fatigue.

“Josh—Josh—” David could barely speak. His words sounded like they were getting stuck inside his throat, like it was all he could do to make his brain work with his mouth long enough to form a sound.

I slowed down, then pulled the dick out of his ass. He whined and whimpered, worry creased his brow.

“Shhh. You’re fine. I’ve got you.” I slid three fingers inside his ass and worked them hard and fast, aiming for his prostate, but not always hitting it. It didn’t take long for a scream to leave David, like it shot out from the bottom of his soul. He camein great waves, riding my hand, his hole clenching around my fingers as he rode the storm of his release.

And then he went boneless. Spent. Exhausted. He groaned with discomfort when he shifted positions to stretch his legs out again. After letting out a sigh, he went quiet.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Did I kill you?”

He cracked an eye open. “I don’t know yet.”

He patted the spot next to him and rolled onto his side when I stretched out next to him. “Ask me again in ten minutes.”

“Smartass.”

David hummed his agreement with a smile on his face. I wanted to trace the curve of it with my fingertips, and then I remembered that I could. So I did. And when my fingers brushed against his lips, he kissed them and his smile grew a little.

It was so easy to love him.

TWENTY-NINE

DAVID

Josh stayed over that night,and he woke up next to me in the morning. We made breakfast together and ate at the kitchen table. The more time we spent together, the more it looked like there was something he had to say, but didn’t know how.

“You should just tell me, you know. Whatever it is, I bet you’ve worked it up in your head to be a lot worse than it is.”

Josh sighed and set his fork down. He took a deep breath and exhaled like taking that breath was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “I asked Lukas to put me on the schedule. I have a scene coming up.” He stared at me like he was trying to read every micro-expression. “I won’t be filming it. I’ll be starring in it.”

“Okay.” I took a sip of my coffee and watched the way Josh tried to come to terms with my easy acceptance of his news.

“I—” he started, but stopped. “You’re—okay. That’s it? Nothing else? Just… okay?”

Setting my coffee down, I reached over and took his hand. “Josh, I have been aware of what you do for a living for a whilenow. Loving you means accepting you. It means making room in my life for you. It means that sometimes your job has you doing certain activities that would be a dealbreaker for other couples.” I brought his hand to my mouth and dusted a kiss across his knuckles. “We’re not other couples. My son is a porn star. I’ve been aware of the difficulties he’s had in dating because of his job. I’d like to go on a bit of an ego trip for a second and say that I think I understand better than most what it means to date someone whose job is to have sex on camera.”

“How are you even real?” Josh asked, though I had a feeling it was a rhetorical question.

“So long as I know when you’re filming, and that you’re safe, and that your job is the only time you’re with other people, I can live with that.” God, I really hoped I wasn’t lying. Nothing I said felt untrue, but I’d never been in the position of having the man I loved go off and have sex with someone else.

“When is the shoot?” I asked him when it became clear that he needed time for his brain to digest everything I said.

Josh glanced away, then back at me. “Next month,” he said. “I thought about not telling you until the day of the shoot so you wouldn’t have time to stress about it, but then I thought I should give you a proper amount of time to digest it and talk it over with me.”

“We’ll have as many conversations about it as you need to have to feel secure in your decision. Because it isyourdecision. Always.”

Josh’s next sigh seemed to take away some of the nervous energy with it, and he finally managed to smile at me. “Now if only my sister had the same mentality as you. God, I’m so sorry about the shit she said.”

“Well, thank you, but that’s not your apology to make. It hurt in the moment, and yeah, I let my insecurity get the best of me.I’m not saying it won’t happen again. Having a boyfriend who’s young and beautiful feels like… I don’t know.”

“My age is one thing I can’t change. I can’t magically make myself older.”