The Attraction Of David

Chapter 5

I counted the number of minutes that went by as I stuck around for Stan to get back here in his bedroom, and it was past 15 minutes, based on the digital clock on top of his bedside table. He said he’ll be bringing water, and that I should wait. Looking back at what transpired not even an hour ago, it overwhelmed me when I saw him going down south on me.

The feeling of his mouth lingered, and I could feel my sensitive flesh still wanting more. I shut my eyes, and I could still see his face and his exposed body so distinctly as he worked his lip up and down my s*x. It was as if he instilled himself in my subconscious in such a brief span of time with how much gratification he made me feel.

I knew I could blame it on the depravity and sadness that I wallowed on for too long. I knew that letting these emotions foster would ultimately lead into the overwhelming sense of requiring someone else’s touch to fill my need. And, God, was it damn amazing being touched by Stanley.

Naked, with nothing but the sheets covering me, I wondered how many men or women this beautiful man had slept with before. How many people had the chance to feel the pleasure I have felt when he was with me in the living room? And how many managed to get here on this same bed? I can imagine a lot of them presumably had gone mad at the sight of his body.

It was not as if I had the guts to ask, nor did I have the right to, but I was curious. He must be getting a lot out of this, I suppose? I hope he gets paid a lot with how proficient he is. And I also have observed, his condo unit was no joke. His place was decent and expensive looking, very masculine and modern. Maybe a lover bought him this place? Or maybe with how talented he was, he had raked enough money to afford such lavish pad?

My wallowing had ceased when he came back into view, a glass of water in his hand. He closed the door and then leaned on the tall, wooden frame. His muscular and bare body was served in a delightful pose right in front of me. I still couldn’t imagine how someone can have such a perfect face and body each time I would stare at him, that it felt unfair. Looking so good as he stood across my direction should have been a crime.

“Like what you’re seeing?” he asked, smiling so smugly. He walked forward, my eyes, not focused on his face or his body anymore, but down at his semi-hard d**k.

He handed me the glass of water and then sat on the opposite side of the bed. “Not liquid courage, I don’t want to get you drunk.”

I gulped it down, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Give me a couple of minutes,” I muttered, setting the glass down the bedside table. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

“Take all the damn time you need, David. Although, I don’t understand, why? Of all people who’d say something such as, why you? Are you extremely picky?” Stan asked, opting to lay himself down beside me. He took a portion of the blanket that was covering my nakedness to cover his lower half, propping an elbow to look at my face. “A handsome, young man like you, not getting laid regularly? Do you expect me to believe it?”

I was not surprised that he doubted how lacking my s*x life was, but rather because he thought of me as a handsome, young man. I wouldn’t call myself handsome, and seeing him here beside me, with rumpled hair and a carefree smile curved on his lips, just made it far less from how he described me.

“Well, I don’t honestly know. I’m busy with life, and I don’t certainly have the confidence to do it with anybody.”

“Even so, it’s perplexing to me. You’re young, and undoubtedly beautiful.”

“If you only knew how many times I got rejected after sending those two pictures I have sent you,” a laugh came out of me. “I still can’t seem to fathom why a guy like you, was sharing the same bed with me.”

Of course, the only reason I was here in his room, and him, tolerating my presence, was due to the fact that this was a service, and I will pay for what he had offered. And sincerely, as I recalled that already established fact, part of me can’t seem to shake away the feeling of wistfulness. Would he be saying the same thing, if it weren’t for the money involved? I was not sure; I didn’t want to even further the thought of it.

“You’re f*****g kidding me, aren’t you? Tell me you’re joking,” he curtly replied.

“Unfortunately for you, I am not,” I fired back, enjoying the skeptical look on his face. “One even said I should work on my angles, it’s insane. Maybe it was the jeans jacket or the poor lighting.”

“Thus they don’t know what they’re missing,” he confided, and later continued, “you’re a hundred times better in person. You’re handsome.”

“You must’ve just been telling me that word repeatedly since I’m going to pay you,” I chuckled. “Handsome? I guess you ought to say that to yourself. You’re the one who’s terribly, dangerously handsome.”

He nodded in approval, a seductive smile glued on his face. “I know I am, and that’s a given fact. You, on the other hand, must’ve not heard that compliment plenty enough. You think I’ll suck your d**k if you’re not up to my standards?” he admonished, tracing my jaw with the pad of his index finger.

"Hell yeah, you're good at it. Although it's hard for me to believe if I was really your first when you gone down on me."

He raised an eyebrow. "You think so? I've no practice or whatsoever. That was an impromptu because you looked so f*****g sexy, splayed on my damn couch."

"And now, you expect me to also believe that?" I quipped.

"Ouch, that hurts," he chuckled. "I'm not lying, your d**k is the first in my mouth, David. Well, I understand that you may not buy everything that'll come out of my mouth, but believe me when I say that you're attractive."

His finger travelled down to my neck, skimming onto my right shoulder blade. Such small act was enough to stir me up, and I could feel the excitement starting to fill my senses, the thrill, making my skin tingle in anticipation. That was how fast it took me to feel a semi.

"Are you fine if we talk about anything for a moment?" it might have been the heat of the gesture he was doing that made me utter such absurd request. I didn't know what drove me into doing it. "I like how deep your voice is. It sounded sensual, and masculine. I like hearing you talk." I decided that complimenting his voice could be a great start. But, the hell, I hope this wouldn't kill the vibe.

"So, what is this like? A boyfriend experience? Should we cuddle after s*x?" his laugh came out derisively. "Shoot, I'm sorry. I just never had someone as gorgeous as you in my bed for a while now. I look at you for a second, and all I could think of was f*****g you so hard and kissing that delicious lips of yours."

I had to stop my toes from curling with how s****l his words were, and how much boost it did to my confidence. The way he uttered them, and how frustrated he sounded, made me want to put those thoughts into carnal reality, to please both of us. And if he wished for us to do so, we could do it whenever the f**k he wanted to again some other time. Wait, what...?

Wait, seriously, f**k that. This may not happen again, why not get the most out of my ‘boyfriend experience’ tonight? Yes, f**k overthinking, I was captivated, who the hell wouldn’t feel the same, being so close with such beguiling man? Besides, I paid quite a good amount just to get a taste of him. I would make myself so damn sure to get every penny’s worth of gratification out of this.

Stan shook his head in defeat, grinning yet again. He probably have realized that I was in charge for the night. “If talking you down is your way of foreplay, then, let’s do it. Just make sure that you’d get my d**k hard with whatever you’ll say,” he even challenged.

That was not my plan in the first place. I chose to dismiss his comment, but, sincerely, that sounded real fun. “Why didn’t you have a picture on your profile? I asked curiously. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with not posting any, I just thought you’re good-looking to not have one.”

“I’m not comfortable with it,” he drawled intentionally. “What else do you want to talk about?” he asked. His voice was huskier than before.

“Not comfortable, as in, like, with people seeing you... or posting pictures of you?” I asked. It kind of of bewildered me. How could he be uncomfortable, bearing such kind of body and face?

“With both. Stop being so curious about me, David. Let’s talk about other things.”

Not pressing further, I decided to think of anything else. God, how do I f*****g talk dirty to him when his finger was tracing my shoulder, up to my jaw?

“I don’t know what I should say, can you ask me anything, and then I’ll answer you back instead?” I coyly asked, peering at him.

Stan bit his bottom lip, the tortuous pleasure of his finger, relentless. It felt like he was creating an invisible tattoo on my skin. The look on his eyes was of impatience and eagerness. The kind that made me feel that he was losing control of the situation.

"Have you ever thought about liking someone, because that person's incredibly nice to you? Like, you aren't certain if it was just platonic, or it was that romantic kind of attraction?" Stan asked, hunger and curiosity, mixed in his voice.

Curiousity never sounded as sexy and erotic when he asked me such question. He must've been enjoying this, since all he had to do was talk to turn me on.

"Yeah, a lot," I answered, the thrill of the s*x, forefront my mind. "Liking someone just because they are incredibly nice to you is, I don't know... like unfair?" I stared down his finger, noticing how that he was quivering.

He was excited. And I was enthralled. Both of us were feeling the s****l tension thrumming, vibrating in the air.

"But have you felt that way before?" he implored.

"Yes, I did," I shook my head and smiled. "I know you wouldn't ask, but I easily fall in love with strangers as well. The best part about it is that, you get to make a narrative of what ifs in your mind. You'd get to make your own illusion that, it was all so easy and simple. Everything was in line, no baggages, no heartaches, yeah maybe a bit of drama, all smile and sunshine."

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Strangers, like, people you don't know?"

I nodded, grinning. "Yeah, like people in the train, sometimes buses, or passerbys. Store clerks. You know, whoever that I can fantasize about. All that matters is how I can make an elaborate story in my mind and daydream for a bit."

"What kind of 'elaborate story' do you usually make?" he asked, quoting the elaborate story part. "Do you fantasize about f*****g them as well?" his words came out as a whisper, the tone, seductive.

I flushed and nodded. "Well, yeah, but not all the time, of course."

"What kind of plot, though?" he enquired, his breathing, faster, heavier and more labored than before.

With every movement of his finger against my skin, my eyes couldn't help but notice how his biceps flexed with the motion. He's got such a distracting body that I had to lie down the bed and stare at the ceiling, making him halt the torment his finger subjected me unto.

"It was always the kind where they were afraid of me leaving them. I don't know what's about it, but it makes things unbelievably romantic. It's that part where I say that things won't work, and then the random person would say that it doesn't have to end this way, and I would look them in the eyes, and I will see the sincerity. God, that sincerity, that's what gets me all the damn time."

I closed my eyes and sighed. I probably sounded crazy to him, but that was my version of how ardent a lover could be. Knowing that they cannot see me being without them. I was a sucker for such cliched plot.

I felt his finger again. He traced my jaw, down to my bottom lip. "Insanity, that was really f*****g hot. That made me real hard."

I opened my eyes and craned my neck to face his direction. His index finger was still on my bottom lip, his head, propped on his left shoulder blade. I felt flushed, still mystified that someone as attractive as him, would seductively look down at me. He was damn good-looking. His face was pure, smoldering hot s*x at that point.

"That made you hard?" I whispered. I propped an elbow to be at his level. I moved my lips up his temple, leaving kisses down to his chin, down to his jaw, down to his throbbing jugular. "You smell so f*****g good," I whispered, inhaling his scent. The rush, the heat, it was pure intoxication, and I was underneath its spell.

"How good?" Stan's voice was barely audible, raspy and delicious.

"So good, like mint. It smells so masculine."

"You smell better. You smell like cherries, what soap are you using?" he even moaned. His small cries of pleasure was driving me mad. When my lips trailed down his shoulder blades, I swirled my tounge on his skin, tasting him, drugging myself with the saltiness.

"f**k," he hissed when I bit him lightly. "Suck on it just-just a bit harder."

Consumed by lust, I nipped his velvety skin. A gasp left me when he pushed my body down, pinning me with both his hands. His hands were slightly shaking, and his hardness was twitching against my right pelvis. He grabbed both my hands and held it up, restraining me from touching him.

I glanced down and writhed a bit. His hardness was sluggishly moving up and down the crevice of my leg and pelvic bone. It was a maddening sight, my breathing, already labored. Stan flicked his tongue at the back of my left ear, moving to the front lobe. I was not able to stop the moan I was desperately holding since earlier.

"Look at you. God, you're flushed all over."

No words dared to leave my agaped mouth. He was moving up and down, gyrating his hips every now and then. My eyes were shut, and my hardness was twitching, to the extent that the excitement hurts already. This was too much for me, I can feel that a single touch would make me come.

"You'll never forget me, nor this day, David," he breathed. "I'll make sure that no one can drive you so mad, like the way I do."

"Then, lube me up and do me hard tonight."