Save Me From Myself (23 page)

“David,
please
!” I’m definitely not above begging at this point. Using the advantage of my hands in his hair, I try to move his mouth back to mine, but he reaches up and pulls them down, placing them so they’re above my head and I’m caught. I know my eyes are wide when I meet his, but with the way he’s positioned on top of me, and holding my wrists in one of his hands, I’m helpless. I am completely at his mercy, and I can’t decide if that’s good, or disastrous. He watches me for a few moments, making sure that I’m okay, before he trails his free hand down my side. Even over my shirt, it tickles and I’m writhing underneath him.

“Please what, darlin'?” he murmurs, continuing to trail his fingertips along the bare skin of my stomach between the hem of my shirt and my pants. By now, I barely know my own name, let alone what the answer to his question is, so I just stare blankly at him. He looks down at me, eyes burning, but the expression on his face is so tender that my heart squeezes.

“Please,
please
, touch me.” I can’t believe I’m actually having to beg him for this. I can feel his excitement against me, it’s not like he doesn’t want this too.

His heated eyes are locked on mine as he pulls my shirt off and removes my bra. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He runs his hand down my chest, between my breasts, “Here?” he asks, as he runs the back of his fingers over my nipple. I gasp, arching up into him, but he continues to brush his knuckles down my body until he meets the top of my jeans.

David dips a finger beneath my waistband, “Is this where you want me to touch you?” I barely nod, but he shakes his head, “No, I don’t think here is quite right.” He undoes my pants before pulling them and my panties off me and dropping them on the floor. Now, I’m laying on my bed completely naked, while he still has all his clothes on. It’s a very strange feeling, and I think I should be self-conscious, but with the way he’s staring at me, feeling that way is impossible. He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I could get addicted to him looking at me that way.

“This isn’t fair,” I pout.

He has to bite his lip to keep from smiling, but after a second, says, “What’s not fair?”

“I’m naked, but you still have all your clothes on. That’s so not fair.” I wince inwardly at the whine in my voice, but damn it, if he gets to look at me, I want to look at him too.

David smirks at me, “Well, we wouldn’t want things to be unfair.” Then, he strips off his shirt, and I almost want to check for drool. His body is the kind that sculptors love to emulate. Muscular, but not freaky muscles. You can tell the man works out, even though I’ve never seen him do it. He has six pack abs, a light dusting of golden hair, and arms that are bulging enough to make me swoon without being too much. When I’m finally able to bring my eyes back to his, I can see the laughter in them. They are still heated, but I can tell he’s having fun with this.

“Are you done? Because I do have plans for you tonight.” At his words, my stomach tightens, and all sorts of thoughts go through my head.

I squeak, “Plans?” What “plans” does he have, and will I survive them?

Lowering his head, he murmurs against my lips, “Yeah darlin', plans.” Then, his mouth is on mine, and I’m no longer able to form coherent thoughts.

***

David’s mouth moves over my jaw, down my throat and across my chest. He kisses all over my breasts, avoiding my sensitive nipples, and I think I might scream. Just when I’m ready to scream, he
finally
takes my nipple in his mouth, tugging hard. I’m almost embarrassed at the sound of the moans coming out of my mouth. While he is laving one with his tongue, he is pinching and pulling the other with his index finger and thumb, making it elongate and stand at attention.

He’s still wearing his jeans, and even through them, I can feel how hard he is. I can’t stop my hips from moving against him, and the friction of the denim on the most sensitive part of my body is unreal. Between that and his mouth at my breasts, I’m so close to an orgasm my entire body is shaking.

Right before I detonate, David takes his mouth and hands from my chest, and holds my hips so that I can’t get the friction I need anymore. “Not yet,” he mutters, his voice low and husky.

Tossing my head back further into my pillows I groan, “Seriously?”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, and I want to smack him.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, “Are you enjoying torturing me? Because this is NOT fun for me at all.”

David raises one eyebrow, “Really? No fun at all? Well, if you feel that way, we can always just go to sleep.”

Argh, he makes me want to freaking
scream
sometimes. “If you aren’t inside me soon, I’m going to hurt you.”

“Alright, if you feel that strongly about it.” David lifts himself off of me before shucking his pants. He lays beside me on the bed, grasping me by the back of the neck to bring our lips together. “If you want it, you’re going to have to take it, darlin'.”

Pushing against his chest, I look up at him questioningly. Did he just say what I think he said? He chuckles at the look on my face before rolling to his back and pulling me so that I’m on top of him. “Like I said darlin', take it.”

This is going to be fun! Normally, David’s in charge when we’re together, but this time he’s letting me do whatever I want. I grin down at him as I think about what to do first. He half smiles back, flashing a dimple, and just because I can, I lean down and lick it which makes him chuckle. His chuckle bounces be on top of him, and it cuts off abruptly as he stares at my breasts, eyes darkening.

Kissing his lips briefly, I follow the same trail his mouth takes on me, across his lightly stubbled jaw and down his throat, stopping just before his shoulder to suck hard. David groans low in his throat and the sound sends a thrill through me. I continue my trail down his body, stopping briefly to circle my tongue around each of his nipples before sucking them each lightly when David’s hands tangle in my hair. He tries to move me back up to his mouth and I pull away from him. “Nuh uh, you said for me to take it, so we’re going at
my
pace tonight.”

David groans, “Remind me why I thought that was a good idea?”

I giggle before continuing my exploration down his abs before wrapping my fingers around the base of him. I should feel embarrassed, but the look on his face just makes me feel empowered. His look says that he loves having my hands on him, and even though I can tell he wants to take back control, he continues to allow me to go at my pace.

Moving down so that I’m between his legs, I lean over and tentatively lick his head. David inhales sharply at the touch of my tongue and his hands fist at his sides. Feeling bolder, I take the head of his cock into my mouth and push down until he hits the back of my throat, keeping on hand around his base and placing the other on his thigh to help keep my balance. When I lay my hand on his thigh, I can feel the muscles tense underneath. Knowing I affect him this much turns me on, and I start moving my mouth and hand up and down his shaft.

After only a few minutes, David’s hips start rising to meet my mouth and his hands tangle in my hair again. He’s gentle though, only holding my hair away from my face instead of forcing me down further on him, which is what Matt used to do. “God, baby, I love your mouth.”

His words make me shiver and I move faster, up and down over him using both my mouth and my hand. Taking my hand away from him, I gently cup his sack with them instead and he groans loudly. “Darlin', if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth and that is not how I want tonight to end.”

Oh, but I want him to! I’ve never really been a fan of this particular act, but with David, it turns me on almost as much as it turns him on. I move my mouth faster and suck harder while rolling his balls in my hand, until finally David’s control snaps and he jerks me off of him before impaling me on him. I gasp when he enters me, he’s so much deeper in this position, penetrating me to a point where it’s almost painful. I cry out and he stills, “Shit, did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, “No, you didn’t hurt me, it’s just deeper this way. I need a minute.” David places his hands on my hips and though I can tell he’s struggling to be still, he waits for me to start to move. Taking a deep breath, I position my legs so that my feet are on the bed and I’m crouching over him. Placing my hands on his chest, I slide up until he’s almost completely out of me before dropping back down. His hands tighten on my waist and we start to move. Soon, he’s bringing his hips up to meet my downward strokes and we’re both moaning each time he’s fully sheathed inside me.

When David can tell I’m close, he moves one hand between us pressing his thumb against my clit causing me to shatter around him. “Fuck,” he growls before slamming his hips ups into me twice before reaching his own release. He sags into the bed beneath me and I collapse against his chest. Both of us are breathing hard, and we stay locked together while we come down from our orgasms. David releases my hip and starts running his hand up and down my back soothingly as he kisses the top of my head softly. The combination of his steady heartbeat and the comforting feel of him rubbing my back lulls me to sleep. The last thing I remember is him sliding me so that I’m lying on the bed with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me.

Getting ready for work, I’m actually hopeful that I’ll actually have a good birthday. Last year pretty much sucked, and I wasn’t looking forward to being alone on my birthday. Since I moved here though, I don’t feel so alone. I’ve got new friends, I’ve got Anna, and I have David. I just wish Aria, Kaitlin and my brothers were here with me.

Frowning down at my silent phone, I walk out to the kitchen to get breakfast before leaving the apartment, and come up short when I smell something good enough to make my mouth water. Looking up, David’s standing in my kitchen, facing the stove and humming along with the low music playing on his iPod. What is he doing here? He said last night that he had something to do early, but he’d see me this afternoon. I shouldn’t have felt let down, because I didn’t even tell him today was my birthday, but I did. Seeing him here now though, well, it more than makes up for thinking I wouldn’t see him until later.

He must notice he’s not alone because he turns suddenly and seeing me standing in the doorway smiles warmly at me before walking over to stand in front of me.

“Happy Birthday darlin',” he says, leaning down to kiss me softly.

I can’t stop the huge smile that spreads across my face. “Thanks, David. How’d you know today is my birthday?”

“I told him when I figured out that you wouldn’t,” I hear from behind me.
 

Turning, I see Anna’s smug grin and lean in to hug her, whispering, “Thank you for that.”

Hugging me back tightly, she responds, “Always, babe, always.” Then, Anna turns to David and says, “Hey Hottie Bartender, let’s eat!”

David just laughs, and gestures towards the kitchen, “After you darlin'.”

***

After an amazing breakfast of french toast, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee and juice, David says he really does have some things to do this morning. He hugs me tightly, giving me a kiss that’s far too tempting to be a goodbye and promises to pick me up after work.

Once the front door closes, Anna smirks at me, “You are such a lucky bitch!”

“Oh stop. You could have any guy you wanted and you know it,” I say, smacking her arm lightly. Then, when I realize what I said, I continue hurriedly, “Except for my guy. He’s the one guy you better not go after!”

Anna rolls her eyes, “Like he even notices anyone else is in the room when you’re around. Like I said, lucky bitch.”

“You’re so stupid. Come on, we better get to work.”

She grumbles, but follows me out to the car.

***

After an extremely busy day at work that included a birthday cake brought in by Ben’s boyfriend Toby, and lots of little presents from everyone, it’s finally time to leave. David’s waiting for me in the lobby, and we hurry back to my place so that I can get ready. Since Anna was able to keep the fact that she told David about my birthday a secret, I’ve been wondering all day what else she’s kept from me today. Especially with the nervous glances David keeps directing my way. I know better to ask him though, he won’t say a thing until he’s ready for me to know.

When we get back to my apartment, David tells me, “Anna left a present on your bed,” before sitting down on the couch to wait for me to get ready.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come help me?” I ask him, trying to sound sexy, even though I end up sounding more shy than sexy.

Turning towards me, he grins wolfishly, “Darlin', if I come help you, we’ll never get out of here. And we have a schedule to keep. Now, stop trying to distract me and go get ready.”

Heat pools low in my stomach at the look in his eyes, and I bite my lip, unable to look away from him. Sighing, David stands and walks over to stand in front of me.

Tipping my chin up, he places a gentle kiss on my lips before leaning down to murmur in my ear, “If you don’t go get ready, I’m going to spank that sexy little ass.”