Taking Lead

by Dallas Redford

  Then, he begins to move.

  Before I know it, I’ve collapsed back, my buttocks to my ankles. He adjusts to keep fucking me and it feels that much better. I can feel my cock trapped between my belly and my thighs. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. What Davis is doing to me feels so good. It’s otherworldly and I don’t really have anything to compare it to, any welcome way to explain it.

  I just feel like his.

  There was some faint discomfort in the beginning but that’s all gone now. I just feel him. Inside of me. Pleasuring me. Taking pleasure. And he just keeps hitting this spot inside of me that feels amazing.

  My cock sliding between my belly and my thighs means that in minutes, I’m ready to burst. I shift back up. “I’m about to come baby,” I tell Davis.

  “Not yet, not yet,” he says, disengaging. I feel gaping and empty without him. He tumbles down onto the bed next to me. Then, I’m pulled across him so that I’m straddling him. I cover his face and neck in kisses. I moan when I feel him repositioning and reentering me.

  Like this, it’s all new again. The sensation of him being inside of me is still fantastic but me on top is all new. I love that I get to look down into his eyes as he fucks me. I love seeing the lust burning there. And something else, too. The love. Because just as much as I’ve been claimed by him, he’s mine, too.

  He switches speed and before I know it, I’ve began coming. I collapse down onto him, feeling my dick pulsing out my load. He grips me tight around my ribs and pounds up into me, forcing every drop out of me. I feel like the orgasm last forever, shuddery and intense.

  When he finally stops pounding me, I feel a twitch of his cock deep within me. I watch his face, the sudden lost look that takes over his eyes as he climaxes. I collapse back down onto his chest. I kiss him running my hands over his large biceps as his release overtakes him, his heart thundering against mine, his hands at my hips.

  40

  Chapter 40

  I wake up to Theo tickling my nose. When my eyes break open, I realize that it’s just Davis’ chest hair. A lick of pure joy runs through me and I snuggle back in deep. Waking up like this…I’ve dreamt of this day. Well, night. There’s darkness all around us. The only sound is the soft rumbling of his faint snoring and errant city noises that filter into our little hamlet.

  I feel him start to stir above me. When his first move is to press a kiss into my forehead, I feel my heart just reach out to him. I tilt my face up to him and in the evening light, I can just make out a sleepy smile on his face.

  “You awake?” he rumbles out. I can feel the sound vibrating in his chest.

  “Yeah,” I whisper.

  “Somebody else is awake, too,” he murmurs, bringing a hand between us to palm my hard cock. I feel myself throb in his large hand. I run my hand between us and take his dick in my hand, too.

  “I’m hungry,” he murmurs to me. I feel my bubble burst. Food can be sexy but that’s not exactly what I have in mind right now.

  “Should we go get some food?” I ask.

  “Well, first I’m hungry for some of this,” he says, giving me a squeeze, “Then, we’ll see about food.”

  I feel myself shudder with excitement as I grind closer into him. He shifts until he’s on his back, moving me on top of him. He urges me to slide up closer to his face until I’m sitting on his chest. The hairs of his chest tickle my butt cheeks. I feel him take the head of my cock into his mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with my slit. My head collapses back as he sucks me in.

  His hands move on my butt urging me deeper and I obey, moving closer still.

  He removes my dick and pulls me down into a searing kiss that traces from my mouth to my cheeks, to my neck. When I’m shivering, he pulls me even closer, whispers in my ear, “I want you to fuck Daddy’s mouth.”

  I get so horny hearing that. I sit back up on his chest and grab his face in between my hands. I plunge my cock back between his lips, savoring the sensation of my dick sliding across his tongue. He makes his mouth tight and narrow. His tongue receives me every time I dive in. It doesn’t take long before I shudder, my head against the wall above the bed. I splash my load into his mouth. He drinks it all down.

  Then, there is a gasp from him as his cum strikes my back, hot and forceful. He lets out a series of deep groans. I feel him shaking below me as the eruptions continue, against my back and then a few against my buttocks. “Fuuuuuck,” he says on a low whisper.

  I’m down there kissing him. And he drives his fingers into my hair, holding me tight and branding me with his hot mouth. The kisses are intense until they dissolve into something warm and meaningful. I can’t help but feel as if he’s trying to tell me something in the way that he’s kissing me. Like he wants me to know that I’m his.

  Whatever he has to say, I already know.

  Later we shower, together. The tenderness of the way he washes me is so good. I cling to him under the hot water as it washes the suds away. Once the water is off, he dries my back first. Then, he passes the towel to me to hang up. I sneak glances at him as he dries his own body with a towel he’s brought from Fairview. I could look at his body all night and all day. He’s that beautiful.

  When he catches me looking at him, I feel my face go hot.

  “What?” he asks, a small grin taking his face.

  “Nothing,” I say. “Just checking out the goods.”

  He laughs and snaps me with the towel. When I give him a hurt look, he grabs me, wrapping me in his arms. I’m not really hurt but he’s close enough that I can pinch his cute little butt. So, I do. Then I hightail it out of there before he can retaliate.

  41

  Chapter 41

  “The best pizza?” Davis asks me as he comes up close to me.

  “The best.” I hold up two fingers. “I swear.”

  “Well, you know what happens if it’s not the best,” he says, with a cocky smirk that reaches right into my underwear. Then, I’m thinking about underwear and how Davis probably doesn’t have any on. Before I know it, I’m going to be tenting in my pants.

  “What’s gonna happen?” I ask him, smirking right back.

  He leans closer to my ear as we approach the storefront of Gianni’s Pizzeria. He grabs the door. “You get punished,” he whispers in my ear as I walk through. A shiver runs through me. Outside, I was at half-mast but by the time I’m inside, I’m hard as a rock. In seconds flat. That’s the control that he has over me.

  Luckily the waiter doesn’t notice. He’s sprightly and cheery. Probably the same age as me. He chats Davis up as he walks us over to a window table. I check myself for jealousy. I know this dude probably isn’t gay but still, neither was I. It’s strange because I’ve never had something that I’ve wanted so bad that I had the impulse to jealousy. It’s different with Davis. I already feel like I want to grab him and put him in that box underneath my bed back at home. He’s all mine.

  It’s funny to think about. And it’s funny because I know I can trust him, completely. He is mine.

  My heart thrums. I feel warm around the neck and ears. This is the first meal we’re having together just us. Boyfriends.

  The waiter grabs our drink orders, two whiskey and cokes, and starts to move away.

  “Go ahead and put in a medium spinach pie for us?” I call to him. He pauses and writes down my request. I realize that he is kind of good looking. My jealousy from before doesn’t feels a little heavier.

  “A medium spinach pie?” Davis asks.

  “Yeah, you’re right,” I say. “Make it a large.”

  The waiter nods.

  “But, spinach? Are you out of your mind? I want some sausage or pepperoni. Meat. Something…”

  “It’s the best. I promise you.” I turn to the waiter. “Can you do halves?”

  “Sure,” he says. The final order is half spinach and half meat.

  “Really? Spinach?” Davis says, when we’re alone.

  I reiterate to him how good it is. Then, I say,
“Someone has a little bit of a crush on you.”

  He looks at me and winks. “I’ve got a crush on someone, too.”

  “Not me, crazy. That waiter. He was looking at you like you were on the menu.”

  “Oh, he was, was he?”

  I roll my eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

  “I really didn’t. But, it seems like somebody did.”

  Even though I’m just joking, I feel my face redden.

  “Is somebody feeling a little jealous?” Davis asks.

  “Fuck off,” I say, feeling my cheeks grow even redder.

  “Well, well, well…” Davis says, stretching a hand across to me. I see a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye and out of instinct, I move my hand away from him. Just then, the waiter turns around and places our drinks in front of us.

  “Two whiskey cokes, gents. Your spinach pie— sorry, your half-spinach, half-pepperoni-sausage pie should be out in about forty minutes.”

  Davis gawks at me. “Forty minutes.”

  “It’s deep dish,” I tell him.

  “But, I’m starving.”

  I tell the waiter, “Bring us the mozzarella sticks to start?” He smiles and nods before he heads away.

  Davis leans in and whispers, “You can’t work up my appetite like that and make me wait an hour for pizza.”

  I feel a grin stretch my face wide as I roll my eyes at him. I pick up my drink to sip it. “Just one second,” Davis admonishes me. He has his glass primed for a toast. “A toast. To us?”

  “Yeah. To us.” I clink against his glass, just looking at that beautiful face. “What shall we call us?” I say. “Boyfriends? Sounds, too high school, huh?”

  His eyes crinkle a little at the corners when he speaks. It feels like he’s talking directly to my heart. “I don’t care what you call us,” he says, his voice rough, “As long as we’re together.”

  I must look down into my drink and swirl it with my straw to ignore the way my eyes start to sting. Fuck. When I look back up, he’s observing me closely. I feel naked in front of him, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking, maybe even before I think it. Oddly, I don’t care. He doesn’t care, either. He sees me, and he likes me. Loves me for it. Loves me for who I am.

  “You know, I have this box,” I tell him.

  The server, whose name we now know is CJ, sets down a plate of crisp mozzarella sticks in front of us. Davis picks up one of the fried cylinders.

  “What’s in it?”

  “Everything that’s precious to me. Or everything that was precious to a fifteen-year-old boy. What? Is it hot?” He’s just bit into the mozz stick and he’s making the international sign for too hot, an Edvard Munch O-face and the flapping hand. I look at the one in my hand hesitating before I bite into it.

  It’s like biting into a tube of sun. “That’s fucking hot,” I say, laughing as my tongue goes numb.

  “Why did you bite it?” Davis asks, laughing. “You saw me suffering already.”

  “I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head. And then were laughing and laughing. Until finally we stop. “So, about my box,” I say, in between nearly hiccupping and taking a sip from my cocktail.

  “I already know about that box. Nothing but cards and porn.”

  “What?” I exclaim. “How do you know? Fucking Jordan.”

  “Not Jordan. George told me.”

  “My dad. How does he know?”

  “He’s a parent. Parents know everything.”

  “But it has a code and everything.”

  “I’m sure it does. But who bought it for you?”

  “Oh shit,” I say, as it becomes clear.

  “He never snooped. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t on drugs or plotting murder.”

  I swill my drink. “So basically, what you’re saying is that you already know all of my secrets.”

  “No. Not really. I do want to know as much about you as you’re willing to share though.”

  I smile. This beautiful, thoughtful man. I just feel like I’m floating with him.

  “We talk about you sometime. But, he’s my closest friend. You’ve got to expect that. But, he respects you. Your dad would never try to do anything to harm you.”

  I nod. I know it’s true. Then, I felt a pain in my gut. It was guilt. “I’m so sorry you won’t be able to keep that.”

  “No?”

  “Didn’t you guys stop talking?”

  “No. That’s not what real friends do. We sat down to work it out. I’m not naive enough to think that things will be the same as before but there’s no reason your dad and I can’t stay friends.”

  That calmed the guilt in my belly a little. “Like me and Jordan.”

  “Exactly. Though your dad did threaten to break my legs if I hurt you.”

  “Shit,” I said, laughing as I nearly spit some of my drink out. “He’ll do it, too.”

  “Um, he’s been my friend longer than I’ve been your boyfriend. I know he will.” Davis says with a headshake.

  When the pizza arrives, we’re famished. It’s basically like the mozzarella sticks didn’t even exist. As I remove a slice of spinach, I find myself thinking about food. Like groceries. I should buy some. That way Davis and I won’t have to go out for every meal. I’m about to say this when I hear a groan from Davis’ side of the table.

  “So good,” he says, looking up at me with blissed out eyes.

  “Wait until you try the spinach,” I tell him.

  “This is the spinach.”

  Between the two of us, we demolish most of the pie in about the same amount of time it took to bake. I try the pepperoni-sausage but remain firmly in the spinach camp. We wash it down with a couple more sets of whiskey and cokes. It’s so amazing. In a way, being out with him feels the exact same as being out with Tyson or any of my guy friends back at home. Except that I get to go fuck him later. Just that idea starts me down the path to horniness.

  I lean across the table and whisper, “The tiramisu is ridiculous here, but I’ve got some other ideas for dessert.”

  His face breaks open into a ravenous grin. And I know it’s not pizza he wants which starts me to blushing because just knowing he wants it makes me want him that much more.

  “Why not both?” he says. And I know that’s the right answer.

  The server bags up the pizza and the dessert. He comes over to drop off the check. “I see you men did some serious work on that pie.”

  We’re both food-coma and horny and slightly tipsy. We look up at him with smiles.

  “Can’t help but notice it there were two slices of sausage-pepperoni left over. I guess spinach won out after all.”

  “Hah!” I say. “I tried to tell him. Somebody owes me two slices of pizza next time. No, scratch that. I whole spinach pie.”

  Davis shakes his head.

  “C’mon,” the server says. “You can’t treat your dad like that.”

  My eyes flash up to Davis. I see his smile slip just a smidge. Then, before things can get anymore awkward, I thank the server for his assistance. He thanks me back and winks.