Page 66 of Breaking Vincent
“Not out here, if I taste your lips now, we’ll never make it inside, and I want to play with you before I fuck you.” David unclicks my seatbelt and I throw myself out of the car, rushing towards the front door. Bouncing on my feet as I wait for him to hurry the fuck up and let me inside.
As soon as the front door is unlocked, I kick off my shoes and get ready to start running to David's bedroom, but before I can rush away, David grabs me by my arms.
“I was thinking of doing something a little different tonight, how does that sound?” David asks as he strokes his hands down my arms.
I nod my head as my pulse begins to pump faster in my veins, “Y-Yeah, anything you want.”
“I hoped you would say that,” David comments, before pulling me up the stairs and down the hallway.
I dig my feet in the carpet, “Wait, where are you going? Your bedroom is down the other side.”
David ignores me, but continues to drag me down the hallway, stopping at a door which I’ve never been inside. Which is strange now that I think about it, I’ve spent so much time in his home these past few weeks that I thought I’d seen everything, apparently not.
David stretches on his tiptoes and pulls a key from the top of the doorframe; he passes the key to me and nods his head towards the door.
Unsure why he’d lock the spare bedroom door, I shrug my shoulders and slot the key into the lock, before pushing the door open.
“Holy shit!” I gasp as I take my first steps inside.
The room is smaller than his bedroom, but still manages to be large enough to hold all of his equipment without being too crowded. There isn’t a bed in here, I notice. I guess it's not really a room that's meant to be slept in.
“This is so much cooler than being at the club,” I announce as I turn around to face David. “Why are you only just showing me this, now?”
He has a look on his face, one that I haven’t seen before. A mixture of nervousness and uncertainty, but the heat in his eyes tells me he’s still turned on.
“I was waiting for the right time. I love it when we play at the club, but I think we would both feel more comfortable doing the more intense scenes at home.”
Well, fuck me.I think every bit of blood has rushed from my head and has gone straight to my dick. I actually feel a little lightheaded from the rush.
David must have mistaken my silence for discomfort because he rushes over to me and puts his hands on my neck. “It's ok if it’s too much. We can just play at the club, if that's what you want.”
I shake my head, “No. no, that's not it. I think my brain just needed a minute to restart.” I lean down and press my lips to his, he instantly pulls my body closer to him. I groan into his mouth when my cock presses against him.
I have to force myself not to rut against him. Fuck, he could just simply breathe against my pants and I’m like 98 percent sure I would bust a nut.
“You’re going to have to do something, because I’m seconds away from blowing my load, and I do not want this night to be over that fast.”
David lets go of me and I jump away from him, needing a few seconds to cool off. He just smirks at me. “Take all of your clothes off and stand at attention.”
Not a request, it's an order.
And that's fine by me. I start with my shirt and pull it over my head and quickly unbutton my shorts, leaving them piled up on the floor.
David walks in a small circle around me, taking his sweet ass time checking me out.
“Perfect, you’re so perfect for me.”
I blush at the praise.
“Now, get into inspection.”
I follow his command and spread my legs wide and cross my arms behind my back.
“Good boy,” he says when he comes to a stop in front of me. “Do you remember the night of Jude’s and Nates’ ceremony?”
He waits for me to nod my head, before continuing, “Do you remember how I had set up the room with the candles and flowers? Anyway, I had brought you a gift and I didn’t have the chance to give it to you.”
I try to pretend I’m not eager for a gift, even though on the inside I feel like a child waiting for Santa to drop off presents on Christmas Eve.