Page 70 of Freeze Frame

“Someone liked that,” Josh said, but he stopped touching me, and then I heard the familiar sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle. He drizzled it directly onto my hole, and I gasped at how cool it was. I didn’t have to wait long for Josh to warm it up with his touch. His fingers pressed against my skin, sliding in the lube, spreading it around.

Already my cock throbbed, ached, practically fucking begged for contact, but it stayed neglected. Probably for the best because I’d likely come in an embarrassingly short amount of time if he touched it.

“You’re so gorgeous,” When Josh said it like that, with a thrilling mix of appreciation and affection, I found it impossible to argue. Then he slid two fingers in my ass, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment. My dick twitched and throbbed, and my brain went offline for a moment, forgetting how to operate my body.

Then the air rushed into my lungs, and I grabbed at the sheet. Not able to get ahold of it, I reached for a pillow instead and clutched it tightly in my fist as Josh stretched my hole with those two fingers. One finger to start was fine, but we’d found that once I got more used to my ass being played with, that I preferred two fingers over just one. One felt like it wasn’t enough, like it was a special kind of torment. Like it was just enough to let me know I needed more.

Two fingers to start made my brain go offline. It altered the chemical makeup of my body and turned me into a shameless slut, begging for more. Josh laughed softly as I started to come apart, already pushing back on his fingers.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Someone’s been thinking about this almost nonstop since you mentioned it.”

He made a thoughtful sound as he twisted those fingers inside me, gently encouraging my muscles to loosen. “Mentioned what, exactly?”

“You know.” I groaned when his fingers stroked deeper. They disappeared and more lube was added, and then a third finger.

“Tell me.” Josh’s command was quiet but firm. He had a magical tone in his voice that made me weak, unable to do anything but comply. If I didn’t tell him, well, he might not give me what I wanted.No. What I needed. Because it was a need at this point. All the talk, the buildup to it, the way I thought about what it would be like had become an obsession. A curiosity that demanded satisfaction.

“Finger me. Until I come. You were going to finger me until I came.”

“And then?” Josh purred, stroking his fingers deep inside me.

They grazed my prostate, and I gasped. My hips took on a mind of their own, and I rocked back and forth, still needing more. More fullness. More friction.

“Fist me. Please, Josh. Don’t… Don't make me wait.” I was half-sobbing already. So horny I couldn’t think or breathe or function. Desire had become a wall, bricking me off from everything that wasn’t this moment. This need. It shrank the universe down to just me and Josh and all the places he touched me.

His pace increased, and I was already whimpering and begging when it dawned on me that Josh was full on finger-fucking me. I tried to speak, but the only sounds I could make were gasps and moans. The occasional whimper. A groan when Josh added a fourth finger.

I’d taken four before, but we’d never made it past that.

“Don’t let me come. Don’t let me come until you get your hand in me,” I begged. All the other times we’d tried this, he’d let me come too early, and then I couldn’t seem to handle the idea of his hand in my ass. I wanted him to keep me on the edge. I wanted to ride that electrified arousal. I wanted it to build and build, snowballing into something too giant to be contained, and then, when his whole hand was in me, I wanted to let go.

It seemed to take forever because Josh was careful with me. Methodical. Caring. He stretched me open slowly, allowing me to get used to every extra millimeter of space he created.

“You’re doing so good.”

He sounded far away. I could barely hear him over my pounding heart.

“We’re almost there.”

Sweat beaded on my back. My hands were clammy, and I knew my hair was damp. I panted, unable to move or speak at this point. Every bit of me felt like it was stretched tight.

“We’re at the widest part now,” Josh soothed. “We’re almost there.”

I keened as he pressed forward, all five fingers pressing into me, easing past that final barrier as his hand slid past the broadest part, and then inside me.

All at once I was full. The stretch hadn’t gone away, but it had eased considerably and if I thought that was mind-blowing, Josh started to move his fist. Gently at first in a back and forth motion. His hand slid out of my hole leaving me empty and bereft but only for a few seconds.

Then he was pressing back inside. It went easier the second time. Even easier the third time. By the fourth, I was gasping and I lost count after that. All I knew was the fullness, the ecstasy of having someone touch me like that. Like they owned me. Like I was their most sacred treasure and their greatest indulgence. It might have been extreme for some people, but when he took the time to give me this, it was like I could feel his love for me, burrowing deeper.

I was no longer coherent by the time I finally came. Though I still had yet to master the art of coming untouched, it only took a few quick strokes of Josh’s skilled hands to take me over the edge. I came so hard my vision went white. I tasted oblivion. There was nothing in the world, not even me, for a few seconds. No noise or sensation. Had I blacked out? No. I didn’t think so because I was still curled up on the bed, my ass in the air. Josh removed his fist and I gasped sharply when he gently spanked my gaping hole.

I tried to respond to that action with words, but the part of my brain responsible for speech wasn’t currently working.

Josh helped me straighten my legs out so I could get comfortable. He disappeared after that, but he wasn’t gone long. He returned with a warm cloth and cleaned me up then crawled into bed. Instead of lying down, he sat with his back propped up against the headboard and he pulled my head into his lap.

I think I did pass out then because the light in the room was a little different when my eyes blinked open.