recline

"Man, I don't want to take Torres home," Bob whined, lanky form sprawled over a chair in David's living room. "He lives way over by Best Buy. Why can't Vallejo take him home?"

Vallejo looked at the alto sax player with a raised eyebrow. "My car barely makes it to work which is just a few streets over, no way."

"I don't care who takes me home, I just have to get home before my mom continues to bitch," Torres said, holding his bag.

Harvey came in, holding his trade mark Pepsi in hand. "Dude, Bob, just take him home. We'll all come so that way we can give Cobbs and Dave some time alone," he smirked and yanked Bob out of the chair. I simply rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I had barely forgotten that David was standing right next to me.

"You all don't have to go if you really don't want to," Dave said, cracking his knuckles. If you didn't know him well enough, you wouldn't have noticed the momentary flicker of color in his eyes; from neutral gray to preadatory forrest green. He wanted them to go; REALLY wanted them to go but after all, he couldn't kick them out of his own house.

"Naw, it's cool, we'll go, come on Bob," Harvey said shoving him out the door. "We'll honk when we get back."

"Which means STOP," Vallejo said softly, blushing ever so slightly and I laughed. "Whatever guys, go take that boy home," I chuckled and suddenly, David and I were alone.

"We can go in the computer room and watch movies," he said, running a hand across his short haircut. "I'll lock up in here just in case they honk and I don't feel like opening the door."

Laughing, I walked down the hall to the smaller room. "So wrong, so very wrong."
"Hey, would you answer the door?"
"Um..."
"Just what I thought."

Still chuckling, I sank into the cushy recliner next to his computer chair. It's been a week since we'd even touched each other, with him being away at some youth conference. Needless to say, our demons were pacing inside of us and it was getting a little hard to keep them at bay.

Walking in, David sat in the chair opposite to me. "Well?"

"Well what?" I said, raising a questionable eyebrow.

"You go first?" he said, standing, leaning closer to me and I smiled. "Whatever you wish, you know that," I said softly.

Smirking, his lips met mine, soft and yeilding and I slid my tounge to meet his. He pulled me closer, tounges battling inside each other's mouths and I made a noise deep in my throat, feeling my body heat rise.

"I think you know what I want," David whispered in my ear and kissed down my stomach before grabbing the waist band of my khakis and underwear. Both were gone in a motion and I closed my eyes, feeling vunerable but loving it. A lick graced my thighs before plunging deeper to my center and I choaked on a cry, grabbing the back of his head, trying to find a solid anchor for my hands. Teasing hands took off my shirt, stroking my nipples hard and I moaned, feeling his tounge stroke my clit, lapping up everything he could.

'God, this never lasts long enough,' I managed to think and tried to slow my breathing, to stop the orgasm building in my lower belly but I knew, in the end, his tounge would win as it always did. The muscles in my back, hands, and thighs began to lock and I bit back a scream, feeling him go faster. "David, I..." I started to say but I couldn't get the words out; they died on my tounge as my hips bucked and loud groan tore itself from my throat while my climax ran it's course through my body. I realized I was gripping his head tight in my passion and let go, panting hard, looking down at him through half lided eyes.

Whiping my cum from his chin, he smiled. "More?" he asked and leaned in, flicking a tounge across a hard nipple. "Jesus..." I whispered and felt his fingers stray where is tounge vacated, stroking gently before plunging in my core. I couldn't hold back a high pitched cry; he always went so deep that I had to keep from climaxing right at the beginning. David's mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking like a nursing child and his fingers slowed into a easy rhythm, keeping me on the edge but never pushing me over.

"Harder," I barely managed to whisper and thick fingers pounded me harder and faster, making my body bow in his hands, trying to keep my voice under control but it was impossible. Too soon I was falling over the edge, screaming and panting in his arms as he smiled and pulled his fingers free, cleaning them like a cat would.

Catching my breath, I stood shakely and pushed David in the recliner I had just been sitting in. "You turn," I said softly and mounted him, kissing him hard while his hands massaged my ass. I didn't know my way around his body as well as he knew mine but I still knew atleast a little bit about what I was doing.

I broke the kiss, David smirking all the while like a chesear cat as I kneeled and pulled off his pants and underwear with a gentle hand, my lips touching every inch of skin I could find. Flicking a tounge across his head, tasting the pre-cum that beaded on the tip, I heard him hiss, his control more refined than mine could ever be. 'Hm...can't have him with one anty up on me, now can't he?' I thought with a smile and took him in my mouth, breathing in his scent that soaked my brain and rolled across my tounge.

His hand held the back of my head as I moved in a rhythm that he could tolerate. "Hmmm...might go quick today," he said in a low voice, ending with a tiny moan, and I went faster, cupping his balls and massaging them in my hands. My hands graced his shaft as I made more of a vacum with my mouth, trying to pull the cum out of him with sheer force. David groaned, his double jointed hands locked in a position that would be painful for anybody else and writhed in the confines of the chair. "I'm gonna cum," he said softly before yelling, his body twisting hard, hot cum coating the back of my throat as I swallowed, enjoying my prize.

Giving up the assault, I stood, his cock still standing hard and red. "Had enough?" I smiled and his eyes cracked open to see me. "Does it look like it?" David panted and I grabbed him, feeling him pulse in my hands like something alive all on its own. I moved my hand gently, stroking lightly as I saw his eyes close. "Again?" he said and I nodded, wanting to press my body closer to his. With the addition of underwear, I mounted his body, tasting the saltiness of his skin as I stroked faster, harder. Big hands grabbed my breasts, kneeding them gently as David was pushed closer to the edge. I grinded against him, my lips and right hands assalting his skin, the left stroking steadily as I watched the gentle features of his face contort in passion. This time, there was no warning, just a loud moan as cum poured from his body, pooling in my hands, dripping on his thighs.

I stood, cleaning my hands with a paper towel and dressing quickly before folding my body in his lap. "Enjoy yourself?" I asked, feeling his pulse and breathing slow as he opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around me. "Of course...as always," he said, voice only a little shakey. "How did you get dressed so fast?"

"Call it talent," I smiled. "Just like other things."
"So funny."
"Ain't I?"
David hugged me tighter before replying. "That and sexy, and beautiful, and--"
Placing a finger on his lips, I shook my head. "Nein, I love you, koi; now get dressed," I said, hating to be complimented. "I love you too, beautiful," he smirked, knowing that all I'd do was disagree or roll my eyes. I settled on the latter and stood, letting him up. "Hey did you know your recliner could do that?"
"Of course...it's why I picked it," David smiled and pulled on his clothes, placing a kiss on my forehead.
Laughing, I pointed at the chair. "Think any of the guys will sit in it?"
I saw an evil grin spread across his face. "I doubt it but then again, are we supposed to tell them?"