The Attraction Of David

Chapter 20

s*x thrummed in the car as I sat beside Stan. I was in a haze of inebriety and longing as he sped. The streets were barren, and the usual bustle of people, already thinned down . My head felt light, just the right kind to make me smile and horny. The drive was fast, so quick, that it only took minutes to be in the basement parking lot. I tottered alongside him as we hurried our way out of the car, reaching for the elevator and pressing the sixteenth-floor button.

He chuckled lightly. “Hey.” He snaked his arm around my waist from behind. “Seems like I made you drink too much,” he whispered. My muscles tightened deliciously with the sound of his sultry voice.

“Yeah, you did it to goad me.” I peered up at him from the elevator mirror. “I’d be your dessert, huh?”

He moved his mouth against my ear. “Uh, huh? Ask me what kind of dessert do I see when I look at you?”

“What?” A languid chuckle came out of me when his tongue lightly brushed behind my ear.

“Vanilla glazed pound cake.”

“I’d be one for you then.” I whistled loudly. “I’ve been a really terrible drinker, no?”

“Yes, you have been. I like it when you’re acting like this. Slutty, shameless, and all mine. You turn me on so much.”

“What floor now?” I puffed out, feeling his erection pressing against my ass. “s**t, you’re hard.”,

He stared at the red indicator. “12, 13, 14, 15.” The door opened on the sixteenth. He yanked me forward, and I inhaled sharply as he fumbled for the keys. All the reservations that we had back in the pub dissolved when his door opened.

“Jesus.” I walked backwards toward the bedroom, watching him peel off his loafers. Then he stripped off his black shirt. He was prowling towards me. I was at the point of desire. I don’t think I was ever more confused or amazed with how something as simple as seeing him undress made my balls ache.

“Take your shirt off,” he said. I was halfway with his request when he encouraged me into the bedroom. He turned on all the lights, and the flash partly blinded me. That I had to sit on the edge of the bed, the peach-colored shirt limp on the floor.

I kicked my shoes off and watched him as he undid his shorts. It slid gracefully down his legs, leaving him with the last article that barely contained the thick and throbbing mast of him.

“God, you’re turning me on so much.” I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down, discarding it beside the bed. “Come here, I want to touch you.”

He walked forward. He opened the bedside drawer and grabbed the box of condoms, tossing it to the side. “You look like a god that I took home.” He crawled forward, and my breath clamped in my throat when he hovered on top of my body. “You’re fuckin’ sexier when you’re drunk. How much I crave for you, David.”

“God, you are.” I held his shoulder blades and rolled him over, giving me the privilege to be on top of his body. “You are, Stan. You’re an eye pleasure. You’re my biggest fantasy. You’re enough to bring me to my knees.”

The countless ways of how I could take all of him had dazed me. I started on his neck, suckling on his salty skin. His powerful musk perforated into my senses like a shot of pure adrenaline. The muscles in my chest contracted when he sighed upon the flicker of my tongue against his skin.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I murmured. I rolled my tongue down to his chest, down to his puckered n****e, tingling him with the nibble of my teeth. “Your body is amazing. Every part of you is amazing. I yearn for you every single day.”

“You need me, I know. And I’ll do everything that you want ‘till you open up to me.”

“Your diligence to know is a smolder.”

He moaned. “Enough with the mouth, my turn.” He rolled me over. His lips enveloped mine, lapping. I shuddered, panted in his ravaging lips, when his hand slid into my underwear. I physically stopped breathing when he coiled his hand around my length. His long fingers drugged deliciously on my shaft.

I pulled away from the invasion of his tongue and mouth, heaving for air. “You’re killing me, Stan. You’re killing me.” I looked down at what he was doing in between the fervor of our skin. I moaned. “Ah, it feels good.”

“It feels good?” he whispered. He stooped his forehead down against mine. “We’re just getting started. Your c**k isn’t even in my mouth, yet, and you’re about to come? Such impudence.”

“Too tight,” I gasped out. My neck arched in recoil when the friction started. “Your grip"—a moan came out of me—"too tight, ah, too fast...” My sac instinctively tightened. I ached for his touch. My control was like a drop of water on a burning asphalt; dissipating, disappearing upon contact.

“What happened to your seventy-ish certainty? You said you’re uncertain, yet, you’re climbing me like a tree.”

“I’m certain. Yes, Stan, make me feel good.” My mouth was on automatic. “Take all of me. Take what you want. I want you, you’re all I want.”

“I will take all of you, inch by inch, day by day.” He licked my lips, to my cheek, to my earlobe. The wetness of his tongue felt like a trail of fire on my skin, the scent, mint and alcohol. “I will worship every part of you, David. I’d treat you like a temple; I’ll bow down on you, acclaim you, adore you.”

The Ecstacy of his fingers and his lust-filled adoration sent me to another realm of euphoria. Goose pimples skirted from my neck, down to my rib cage. I yearned to orgasm. I wanted to come for him, for his words.

“I will come, Stanley.” My words came out of my mouth as a beseech.

He chuckled when the words had reached him. He unclasped the hold he had on my flesh. I was heaving for air, and each inhale felt like a torment on my dry gullet. “We will come as one, no pun,” he teased.

He moved away and pulled his underwear down. His stiff flesh jutted proudly, a sheen of moisture trickling down from the plump head, down to the thick shaft, down to his low hanging sac.

The hypnotic picture of how virile he was... out of this world. His unparalleled beauty prevailed throughout my rationale. I scooted up to grapple with the band of my underwear, yanking it down my legs, writhing my knees until I was completely bared in front of him.

He scampered back on top of my body. “You are so eager, how surprising.” The wetness of his excitement trickled down my pelvis when he parted my legs with his. “Never have I thought of this day coming. You missed me?”

“I missed your touch, I’m sorry.”

“No apologies tonight. I like it when you act like this. Now, I want you in my mouth.”

“No, I want you in. Lossen me up, let’s cut through the foreplay.” My words came out in a rush. I inched myself up, my head against the headboard. I parted my legs wide and bent it upwards.

His heavy-lidded eyes pointed to my ring of tight muscles. “Wow. Greedy, aren’t you?” He smirked. His hand grabbed the box of condom and took a single packet. He pinched it between his fingers. “I’ll f**k your brains out.” He brought the silver square to his mouth, where he placed the corner between his teeth and ripped it open.

He pulled out the condom, threw the pack aside, and reached down to roll it on. “Damn,” I uttered. He really was big. His c**k, his balls, his muscles, his hand, and his feet.

He suggestively quirked his lips. “Thick, isn’t it?” he said, grabbing the lube on the bedside table, his erection throbbing and curved, full of life, full of seed. “We’re running out of lube,” he commented, pouring the liquid and spreading it across his palm.

He moved forward and lubed my erection, generously lathering my thickness with the cool gel. “I can lube myself, why do you keep on doing it for me?”

“Why not?” He squirted the lube on his palm again. “You better prepare. What you have to think about is this ass of yours getting plowed. You’ll forget your name once I did. Good thing you work out.”

“Ah.” The coldness of the gel took me off-guard.

"You have such a beautiful c**k, David. Long and thick. You're so gorgeous, well-built, and obsessed with me. I can't believe you're here, all mine." He spread the liquid around my opening.

“Please, go slow. I'm yours, go slow."

“For now, yeah.” He leaned forward and aligned his body against mine. “I’m spreading you now with my fingers, ready?” He claimed my mouth for a kiss.

I moaned in his mouth. His long finger unfurled my tightened ring. “More. I want more. Add another finger in,” I whispered against him. I looked at his face; his lips looked swollen from too much kissing.

He squeezed in the tips of his fingers into my tight entrance. “f**k, go slow.” A small shot of pain made me gnash my teeth. A rush of air left my lungs. My body couldn’t help not to push back against the prodding his fingers were doing. “Stan, oh god.”

“Does it hurt?” His fingers burrowed in and out of my body. “Don’t clench, relax. You’re doing good.” He always had taken me this way, and the notoriety still never ceased to make my mast throb in response. It brought a stinging sensation around my muscles.

He curved his fingers, and my legs fell down in response. He had held a spot deep within that made my knees buckle. He chuckled. I felt his finger on the crown of my hardness, tracing the sheen on my skin.

I batted him a quick look. He scooted the moisture on the tip, collected the dampness, and brought it into his mouth. “It tasted different. A bit salty, but still thick.” He licked his finger, making a smacking sound as if he was figuring out what my excitement tasted like. “It tasted like you, though. Tasted like paradise.”

My body shivered. “God, stop that. You're too much when you act like that."

"You tasted like prunes on my tongue when I took you the other day," he teased.

"Just...fucking put it in now. You’re killing me.” What he did was surreal. The way he licked his finger titillated the living s**t out of me. He pulled out the fingers he had inside my entrance, and I stared down as he pointed the wide crest of his to my lubed up opening.

He penetrated slowly, and a slur of loud exhales and expletives raced out of my mouth. “Don’t clinch, I can’t get in,” he merely voiced. He stopped midway and bowed his fingers again. The presence of oxygen suddenly became scant, as if breathing had become a challenge for my lungs.

“Your c**k is big. Ain't a thing I could do about it,” I retorted. He grabbed the bottle of lube again, pouring drops of the cold liquid that made my face wince. “It feels too big, you’re too big.” My body arched forward.

“Relax. You’re always like this whenever we would f**k each other.” It felt uncomfortable as he stilled. “I barely had all of my c**k in. It should not hurt if you’d just relax.”

“Ah, f*****g hell,” I moaned, pain and pleasure hitting me like a truck. My hand instinctively covered my mouth, and the other bunched tightly on the sheet of the bed. My reaction didn’t stop him from entering further. And when I felt that his sack was hitting my skin and his pubic hair surfacing my balls, it made my mouth inhale thickly.

“I would move now,” he said. “I opened my eyes; his sweat was all over. It was dripping from his damp hair, to his glistening body. “You okay?” His eyes were lust-ridden. He wanted to move, he wanted to come as much as I did.

“You feel incredible. Move slowly. You know what to do.” My words made him inch forward. His arms rested on the bed in between my torso. He aligned his body against mine. “I want you, please. Move now, f**k me real good.”

A raspy chuckle rippled in his throat. “Yes, master, I will.” His muscles bulged in his position. I smoothed my hand over his firm ass and extended my spread farther. Then, subtly, he moved. His breath trembled as he pulled out slowly, and mine faltered in response.

I snaked a hand around my erection when he gyrated his hips, and I watched his rigidness disappearing inside my body. It felt as if I was floating with how good the sensation his hardness had brought when he entered.

“Ah, God,” he breathed out. I shifted my body to slide back off him, and then I took him inside once again. Each movement was magnetic, and my body devoured him deeper.

“God, you’re doing good. Lord, it feels good.” I was losing my mind. He grabbed my right leg, encircled his arms around and moved to my back. I could feel his sweaty chest against my skin. A whimper came out of me when he pushed my busy hand off of my flesh and reached down to clasp tightly around my mast.

“I missed holding you,” he cooed against my ear, nibbling and licking on the tip. He continued jamming his hips into mine, plowing farther into my entrance on every powerful slide. He was moving fast. From the front and from behind. His eagerness made him move from my back to the front of my parted legs, snaking it around his muscled body.

“I want to see you while I f**k you.”

My mouth was agape. His tongue ran along the sides of my mouth. His movements were breaking me, splitting me, shattering me, just to rearrange me into what he desired me to be. The pattern of his rhythm as he pounded was too good, indescribably good. Words couldn’t describe the phenomenon his long and thick mast was sending in my body.

“So good, oh god, feels so good, David.” He grunted. I shut my eyes tightly. “Talk dirty, say something,” he cooed.

“I can’t. I couldn’t.” The way he swayed his hips, and his hand jostling up and down my erection. They were too much.

I groaned when his mouth lapped at my right rib. His tongue lined over my skin. I drew in a sharp inhale, opening my eyes to look down. His bite made me wince. “Don’t bite me, please. Don’t bite me. It hurts.”

“You don’t get to choose. I’d bite you if I wanted to.”

In his throes of pleasure, he denied my protest. He bit another part of my rib, then another, and another. The immense rapture that I was feeling engulfed the will to move his mouth off my skin. He soothed the bites he left, suckling on the surface, leaving a pattern of red across the area. His pounding was fast.

Our sweat and moans. The panting and hunger. Our cravings that were yet to be satiated. It was entrancing, utterly enthralling.

“I could just imagine how many hickeys you’ll have tomorrow. You’ll be shocked.” He moved up to face me, his nose hitting mine. “Don’t come. I’m not yet there. Hold it in for me. Keep it in.” He ceased the action. It was the hardest thing I had done for today, but I did it for him. I wanted to come. I needed to come.

“I’m tired. Ah, god, I’m spent.” I could barely inhale. The friction and heat were overwhelming. “Your d**k is too much. Oh, it’s too much. Your hand is too much.”

“Does it hurt?” he slowed down. “Am I going too fast? Are you okay?”

It was a question I couldn’t answer. Him, going too slow or too fast, felt like a double-edged sword. The intensity of the sensation was something impossible to differ. He hit that perfect spot inside, and my eyes had to gloss for reaction. “It’s too much. You’re doing too much.”

“You’re crying,” he panted out. He moved his hand to cup my cheek. “Are you alright? David?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I can’t stop it. Why don’t you ask yourself why I’m tearing up?”

“You’re drunk. I told you not to drink too much. Look at you. You’re running your mouth again.”

“You told me to, i***t. Said I should drink all of it since you had to drive.” He just chuckled, knowing that he lied when he said I shouldn’t drink too much. He knew damned well that he purposefully made me drink all the beer that he ordered.

The conversation stopped. But his hips did not. He f****d me fast, harder, balls deep. “David,” he moaned. He sped up. He planted his lips on my neck, breathing harshly on my skin. “I’m coming.” He grabbed my mast, and I pulled his taut ass closer, his heavy sac warm and full, hitting my skin with each downstroke of his powerful hips.

He pummeled down with force. Another. And another. And the next made the heat crawl down my spine, my climax firing up in the base of my sac. His grunts sounded as if it was a set of litany against my mouth, his tongue blocking my whimpers as I came. It felt like thunder. Fast, powerful.

“Ah,” he tensed. My soles felt the clenching of his taut ass as he orgasmed. The latex that was covering him seemed like nothing, as if the barrier didn’t exist between our body. The warmth of his seed was palpable as he throbbed. He collapsed on top of, and I felt the shivering in his weight.

He rooted his lips on my neck. His heartbeat was fast, too fast, against my skin. “I forced you, did I?”

Breathing was complicated. He was heavy, and the wetness of my release in between our sweat-slicked body was a reminder that it really would be a challenge to heave in for air with how much stamina I had consumed. His hardness was still pulsating, and I clenched around him.

“No. You didn’t.”

“It just felt like I did. They said anything that was forced wouldn’t last long. I want us to last.”

“No, you never forced me, so we would last long. And, yeah, you lasted long enough tonight. The only thing that didn’t last was my stamina. Can you come a little faster?” He laughed, moving his face to peer down at me. “I’m embarrassed to admit, I can’t keep up. I’m sorry,” I exhaled. “You’re heavy, I can’t breathe.”

“Why can’t you breathe? Don’t you work out?” He bit my bottom lip. “Weight lifting is harder than s*x. You look ripped, you can handle.”

“Let me breathe,” I whispered. “You’re too damn heavy, Stan.”

He sighed on my lips. “Alright, you can breathe now.” Lots of emotion ran in his face, and it was impossible to know where to begin with. I knew I was just drunk and my mind was in haywire. “Let’s take a shower.”

I dismissed what I saw when he pulled out. “Shower after sex.” I smiled.