Taking Lead

by Dallas Redford

  I’m asking him to change his world around for me. It’s bound to have ramifications in his relationship with Jordan and my dad and god knows where else. That has to be his choice. I can’t rush it. I can be involved or not involved as he comes around.

  And I hope he does.

  But for right now, I’m going to do the right thing and take the pressure off.

  I text:

  I still need you on my team. As friends. If you want to be. Whenever you’re ready. I’m on yours for keeps.

  39

  Chapter 39

  “When did you get back into town?” I ask him. It’s nearly impossible to believe that he’s here.

  “I drove in this morning.” His beautiful eyes are sober as they search mine.

  “How long are you in town for?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I remind myself not to push it.

  We stand there for a moment. We’re awkward and we’ve never been awkward before. We’ve always been the kind to talk shit rather than get in our emotions. To shrug off awkwardness. Even so, this feels more comfortable right now than the alternative: him not being here at all.

  The moment is at once old and new; it feels like I’m meeting him for the first time and like he’s visiting from a past life. It’s just good to see him.

  Then, I notice that he’s in warm up pants and a t-shirt. His eyes follow mine. He takes a ball from behind his back. “Want to go shoot some hoops?”

  A rush of anger rolls through me but I quell it. I can’t always get what I want. We’re friends now and that’s the way it has to be. I go to speak but he holds up his hand.

  “We play to fifty,” he says. Then, he removes a chain from under his shirt. “And we play for keeps.”

  I look at the two gold rings glistening at the end of the chain, catching the sunlight and throwing it back against his shirt. I look up and meet his eyes. They’re so intense and filled with emotion. My fist moves up to my lip as I try to fight tearing up.

  “So,” he says, “You game? We can go right now.”

  “No, dummy,” I say. “I want you.” I steal the ball and throw it onto the floor. Theo jumps five feet into the air, treating the sound of taut rubber against hardwood like the national disaster it is. I barely notice because I’m pulling him into the apartment and into me, where he belongs.

  I want him and now, I know that I’ll have him like I want him. I cling to him, bury my nose in his neck. He smells so good, his cologne like sweet tobacco and the earthiness of leather. He smells like home.

  “I was such a fool,” he mutters, and it shatters me. He sounds so helpless.

  “I know.”

  “All of that stuff I said, about being a real man…”

  “I know.” I already know all of this. He doesn’t even have to say it aloud. I know.

  “I’m so…so in love with you,” he says. I know that, too.

  “I’m in love with you.”

  He rears back, his hands tugging at my shirt sides. He holds me like he’s afraid I might slip away from him. His desperate, earnest eyes search my face. A small crease moves in between his eyebrows. “Chris,” he says, “You don’t understand what it’s been like. I’ve been in hell. It was three years ago all over again. You’d left me again. And this time, it was worse. I couldn’t stand knowing that we loved each other but that we couldn’t be together because…because I was afraid.”

  “I know,” I say, trailing a finger down his perfect chest. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

  “Chris, sometimes a loss is just a loss,” he says. “A missed opportunity that you didn’t take. I’ve tried hard to resist you, but I can’t. Everything in the world says we shouldn’t work. But, we just do. I shouldn’t have to resist you. I don’t have to. I don’t know why I even tried to. I think about you all day. You star in my fantasies at night. I crave you in a way that I never even knew it was possible to crave another human. I wonder about you all the time. How you’re doing. Whether you’ve eaten. If you’ve fed Theo.”

  I glance down at the little tyrant in her orange coat. “As if she’d let me forget.”

  Davis leans into me, pressing his tender lips to mine. I kiss him back with all the passion that wells up inside of me for him as I melt into him. All the yearning and the worry that maybe he wouldn’t come back to me is dispersed like a cloud washed away by the rain.

  His lips cling to mine as the kiss deepens, grows that much more passionate. I’ve been yearning for this, that sweet spearmint on his breath. The feel of his hands on my body. He’s a man possessed as he tastes me, our tongues dancing, our respiration synchronized.

  He murmurs against my lips, “Oh, Chris…I think about that one day we had, that one stolen day, all of the time. I can taste you. I can feel you. I hear your voice in my ears. I feel your arms. I knew that if I took this loss, no matter the reason, I was going to regret it for the rest of my life. After Candace, I never even thought I would fall in love again. I was just so worried you were some kind of rebound guy and your parents and Jordan. And what would people think. It all so new, so strange.”

  “I know.”

  “But, it’s good.” His voice breaks off as his chest heaves. “I’m sorry for playing defense when I should have been welcoming you in.”

  “Baby, I know. I know.” And then I cover his mouth, cheeks and face with kisses to hush him. To quiet this recantation of his fears. And, because I must have him and that won’t wait. He kisses me, reverently, soulfully, tenderly. He claims me for his. My lips melted against his, as his scent intoxicates me.

  My hands are nimble and exploring, seeking out each crevice of his perfectly sculpted body. The body of my Davis. As I kiss him, I know that I love this man. He’s everything to me. Now that he’s here, I’m never letting him go. I clutch him close to me, feeling the rhythm of his heart play counterpoint to mine, both beating double-time. I run my fingers up along his back, testing the muscles and loving the manliness of his masculine frame.

  When he walks me to my room, we do so in tandem, kissing the whole way, taking clumsy steps that somehow get us there. I suck at his top lip as our tongues tangle. I lock my fingers into the stretchy band of his warm up pants, feeling the start of the curve of his buttock. Lust cascades through my body leaving me heady and warm.

  We’re in the room abandoning clothes before we know it. Neither one of us has much to lose. Just the t-shirts and pants. I peel his t-shirt off for him, watching his perfect abs and chest come into view. I lean in to kiss his chest, then his arms and even the space at the side of his pecs where I can deeply inhale his fresh scent. My tongue emerges to taste him, the clean warmth of his flesh.

  Then, I’m lying on the bed and he’s coming, crawling across me and I am already straining against my y-fronts at just the thought of him touching me again. We continue to kiss and I’m nearly dizzy from how good this feels. His hands pay tribute to my body, one roaming freely to tweak my sensitive nipples, grip my throbbing cock or even just tracing the edges of my ribs. The other is in my hair at the base of my neck as he holds me there, forever cradling me.

  I let my hands touch him. Enjoy him. Squeeze him. Caress him. He’s mine. He feels good, every flat plane, every muscle flex.

  When his kisses move down to my neck, I shiver and writhe. My dazed eyes catch on a spot on the ceiling as I feel myself descend into a flurry of sensation. He sucks along my clavicle and I’m groaning. He draws a line with his tongue down to my nipple and latches onto it, whirling his tongue around that tender nub. That starts me bucking and grinding against his hips.

  He shifts in between my thighs and even though I still have on underwear and he’s bare, I can feel every stimulating move he makes. Every nerve in my body is on high alert. In such a small amount of time, I’ve made a mess of my underwear with precum and there’s still a distance to go. He’s taking his time tasting me, teasing me. He’s been kissing me down the middle of my chest and belly and the feeling unspooling in my bel
ly, in his wake, leaves me breathless. I reach down and fold my fingers into his hair. He reaches the elastic band of my underwear, he snaps it up and peeks his tongue over the edge to taste me.

  He groans. “You taste so good.”

  A shiver traces across my skin.

  I must taste him. I need him in my mouth. So, I tell him to swing his hips up, so we can sixty-nine and he says no. “I’m going to take care of you,” he says. “Then, I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. Then, we’re gonna fuck again.”

  “Fuck,” I moan, my head sinking back into the pillow. That promise sends me careening toward the edge. I’m loving the fact that he’s so open about what he wants to do to me. And that he’s taking the lead. He takes the elastic of my underwear again and hitches it down underneath my balls. My breath catches when I feel the warmth of his exhalation on my sac, the way it starts to tighten. Then, his warm wet lips are on my cock. He moves them up one side and then up the other. I grip the sheets, feeling by back arching up off the bed. I’m already on the tightrope.

  His mouth approaches the top of my dick. I feel just the very top of his tongue as he tastes me. I know that I’m leaking like a faucet. I glance down to see what he’s doing and he’s looking up at me, his tongue and his lips glistening as he laps at the opening of my dick, savoring how I taste. Holding my gaze, he grips my cock in his hand and sinks down onto my dick.

  I gasp. My eyes eye flutter closed. It feels so amazing. The runs of sensation. “Mnnnnhhgh!” I moan out, my body twisting from side to side with pleasure as he slurps up my cock, sucks on the head and then plunges back down, taking me into the tight warmth of his mouth.

  He uses his mouth to worship my dick. It feels amazing. The way his tongue glides across me. The way he pauses to just lick the sides. When he focuses on the head. I’m lost in pleasure. And I’m lost for him. I feel my nutts gather up. I’m on the edge, about to go over. And it’s Davis that’s put me there.

  That thought is too much. “NNnhhn! Baby! I’m gonna come,” I choke out.

  For some reason, that’s a clue for him to suck me harder and faster. The way his tongue and lips collude in my pleasure, it’s too much. I feel myself wrenching up off the bed as my orgasm explodes out of me. My hands go to the back of his head, but I move them to his shoulders, but they don’t stay there and then I realize that I can’t quite focus where to put them because it’s all so intense and I flop back down to the bed, my chest heaving.

  I twitch as he lets up on my dick, taking a few last sucks on the top to collect up everything that came out of me.

  He slides up to join me at the top of the bed and I’m breathless and desperate for him. I take him in my arms, feel the way his arms slide around me. Our mouths are glued together and I’m kissing him so deep, loving on him, because this is all I’ve ever wanted and now I have it. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. And that makes this moment even more potent to me. Knowing that he’s mine, that he smells and tastes of me.

  “We’re not done yet,” he murmurs to me. I feel myself smiling against his lips.

  “I know, Daddy,” I say. Then, anxiety catches me for a second. I hadn’t even meant to say it. It just slipped out. But it sounds right and downright dirty.

  I look up into his hooded eyes, there’s a sheen of lust across them. “Get down there and suck my dick,” he demands. My cock starts to harden as I hasten to obey.

  His cock is so hard in my hands. And maybe it’s because it’s just been so long but I cannot get enough of it. I pounce on it, sliding it deep into my mouth, loving the groans that forces out of him. I want him inside of me, deep. I suck on him, trying to take every inch. When he reaches the back of my throat, I exhale out of my nose and go further feeling him enter my throat.

  “Oh, god, that feels good baby,” he moans.

  I do it again, fucking my throat on his cock. I love the way his legs bend as his hand finds the top of my head and he encourages me to take him that much deeper.

  Finally, I let up, gasping for breath. It’s so good. I just want to do it again.

  I slide my wet down his cock until I reach his balls. I love how much they smell like him. Clean and fresh but still emanating his essence. I recognize the scent and recognize it as being distinctly him. I suck his balls into my mouth and he groans. Then, I feel a hand grip my cock. I realize that I’m already hard again. Of course. He gives me a lazy tug. I’m back up sucking his dick, enjoying the way it expands my mouth.

  I gasp when I first feel his large finger at my asshole.

  “Is that okay, baby?” he rasps out.

  “Mmmhmm,” I murmur, my lips wrapped around his cock. He uses his finger to tease at my hole for a little bit and the sensations grow, feeling better and better. Then, that finger dips into me force another gasp from me.

  “You okay, baby?” he asks again.

  “Just go slow,” I tell him. I feel a little expanded, but it already feels good.

  “Come here,” he breathes and I’m up there next to him, wrapped in his arm, lodged tight next to him. His hand enters below my balls and in between my thighs. I feel his finger slip inside of me again. I groan out. It feels different but good. He catches my mouth on his and then we’re kissing, and I can feel my ass clench down on his finger. It’s all so amazing.

  He begins to move his finger inside of me slowly and I moan out against his lips. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I say. Without knowing it, my body has started to move back against his hand, but I have no shame. It feels so good and here in his arms I feels so safe and protected.

  I let out a little squeak when he adds another finger but soon I grow accustomed to that as well. By now, I’m kissing him and fucking my tight hole down onto his hand. Especially because I can feel him hitting something inside, something that feels divine.

  “Daddy, fuck me,” I find myself whispering against his lips. “Fuck me,” I beg.

  He releases me into the bed onto my belly. I feel the bed shift as he moves behind me. I hear the tear of what must be a condom packet. When I glance back behind me, I find that it is. He’s rolling the latex down onto his thick cock. It’s the sexiest sight in the world. His gorgeous face with that stubbled chin. His big beautiful body. His hairy chest. The valleys and edges of his abs. His tight waist. His strong thighs. And that magnificent cock that I know he’s finally about to put in me.

  I reach down between my own thighs and grab my dick. I’m wet and leaking all over, just in anticipation. My breathing shallows. Throbbing so hard.

  I see him handle a small bottle of lube before I press my forehead back into the bed. I feel some of it drip down on me. His fingers run it inside of my tight hole.

  Then, after a moment, I feel the wrath of his cock against my entrance.

  “Just relax, baby,” he tells me. I do. It’s hard though, because I’m so excited.

  I feel the press of him against me and it’s intense. He’s warmed me up but I’m still so tight and I know that he won’t go in but then he is in. I let out a shallow hum. He’s in me.

  “You okay, baby?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I gasp out. “Yes.” Then, just to let him know just how okay I am, I begin to slowly move back onto him taking him deeper, inch by inch.

  “Damn, Chris,” he murmurs.

  I feel my legs quiver when he glides across my prostate.

  He’s responsible for the last few inches. I’m leaking even more and moaning when he’s finally all the way in. I feel so expanded. I feel possessed. It’s a mindfuck knowing that there is a man inside of me, attached to by body. But, I’m delirious knowing that it’s Davis. I’m just holding my dick, not even jerking it. Still, I’m on the precipice of an earth-shattering orgasm.