Page 54 of Breaking Vincent
The feeling starts in the tips of my toes and the hair on my scalp begins tingling, waves of bliss travelling from both ends of my body, until they finally meet in the middle. I feel drunk as I slur out the words, “D-David, Gonna c-cum if you don’t stop-p…”
His free hand wraps around my cock, slowly jerking me off as he massages my prostate. Finally, the dam breaks and I spill over his fist. Humming as pleasure courses through my veins. Slow and steady as I breathe through it.
David slips his finger from my body and slowly crawls up the bed. I allow my legs to collapse against the sheets as my body slumps, aftershocks making me twitch when my oversensitive cock touches the covers.
“Open your eyes for me, Vincent. I’ve got something for you,” David says in a tone I’ve never heard from him before.
When I open my tired eyes, his face is blurry and it takes a moment for the fog to clear. When I can see straight, I find a cum covered hand in front of my face. I smile and stick my tongue out to clean up my mess. David’s other hand petting my head and neck as he watches me with fondness on his face.
When I’m done, I look up at him and whisper, “Thank you.”
“Come home with me? I need to do our aftercare, but I would feel better with you being at my house for it.”
I nod my head without giving it much thought. Too blissed out and tired to refuse the offer to stay at his home. I’ve never spent the night at another guy's place, usually I hook up and then ditch before the guy can kick me out.
David takes his time cleaning me up, before helping me get dressed and leading me out of The Bonding Lounge. I must have fallen asleep in his car, because when I open my eyes, I find David smiling down at me as he gently shakes my arm.
Chapter 22 –
David
Trying to get Vincent into my house and into bed is like dragging a 6ft tall drunk man-child through the pits of hell.Ok, well maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit,but I’m sweating by the time he flops down onto my mattress.
He’s giggling and slurring his words as I help him get undressed. I know he didn't have anything to drink at the club, so I’m hoping he’s just flying high in subspace.
After I pull off his clothes, I fold them up and place them on my dresser. I flick off the overhead light and turn on the lamp beside the bed, casting a soft orange glow over the room.
Vincent's eyes are closed, and I don’t think he’s asleep yet, but I need to get through the aftercare and this time I need to do it correctly.
I crouch down next to the bed and run my hands through his slightly damp hair, he nuzzles into my touch, a small grin on his lips.
“I’m just going to grab something from downstairs. Shout me, if you need me, ok?”
His eyes stay closed as he nods his head.
I rush down the stairs and grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge as well as some pre-sliced fruits and a bar of dark chocolate.
When I get upstairs, I place the goods on the hallway window sill and go straight into the bathroom and run a bath, making sure to add a good amount of lavender scented bubble bath. When the tub is half way full, I turn off the taps and collect some fresh towels, making sure to have one next to the bath so I don’t hurt my knees when I kneel down.
I walk into the bedroom and strip off my clothes, leaving just my boxers on, before I lean over and gently shake Vincent's shoulders. His bright green eyes meet my own as he smiles at me, “Hey, you’re back.”
“I told you I would be. Do you think you can stand up and follow me to the bathroom?” If he says no, then that's fine. I want him to feel as comfortable as humanly possible.
“Yeah, okay.” He slowly sits up and I hold my hands out for him. He holds on tight and leans into my side as I walk us to the bathroom.
“Mmm, it smells good in here,” Vincent moans as he sees the bath full of bubbles.
I hold his hands and help him get settled down into the water. My tub is kinda small for his tall body, but he looks relaxed with his head lent back and his knees bent.
I pick up the sleepy bubble-bar and lather it in my hands until it's foamy. I start with his arms, massaging his skin as his eyes slowly droop closed. I wash his chest, enjoying the way the bubbles slide down his tattooed skin.
“Lift your leg for me, Tesoro.” The endearment slips out, but it fits. The man is slowly becoming an important piece in my life, and if things continue to go well, I know I’m going to fall for him.
A colourful leg rises from the bubbles, tendrils of steam flowing from his skin. I stroke my soapy hands up and down his leg, before I push it down and the other leg lifts without my asking to.
Vincent continues to surprise me, and I know we are going to have to have a more in-depth conversation in the morning, but for now I’m beyond grateful he's letting me do this for him.
Not wanting to break the special moment, so I keep my voice soft when I ask, “What do you want me to do with your hair? I can wash it for you now or I can do it in the morning so you aren’t going to sleep with it wet.”