“You know what, though?” Josh continues, still straining and winking. “Every single fucking time I took a cock in my ass, I was thinking about yours.”
“Don’t take the piss out of me.”
“I’ve just taken the piss out of you,literally. I’ve taken all of it. And I’ll take whatever else you’ve got to give me, because it’s true. Every single gig, I was thinking about you.”
Heath shifts at that. Something seems to penetrate his armour.
“How hard did they fuck you?”
“Some of themmeh, some of them like fucking beasts. Mountain men who wanted a sissy boy. They aren’t my favourites, but I take it.”
My nerves go wild at his words, a whirlwind in my stomach at this crazy dynamic.
“Did they stretch you?”
“Some of them did, yeah. Real fucking bad.”
I knew it. Josh is horny. Playing. Desperate.
His straining ass is crying out for a pounding, because I’ve no doubt whatsoever he’s telling the truth. He’s been thinking about Heath. Day, night, at work, at home. I just didn’t know how much, didn’t appreciate the strength of the adoration between them.
The pain.
“You’ve been thinking about taking my dick? All this time? Hand on heart?” Heath moves closer.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Your fist, too. Whatever fucking filth you want to put up there, I want it all.”
Heath runs his palm across Josh’s butt cheek.
“I know, baby, I know. I believe you. You always tell the truth, even when it pisses me off.”
“Do it, then,” Josh says, meeting Heath’s eyes. “Come on, Heath. Let rip. Give me what I need.”
Heath laughs like the Count when the Count is being an evil bastard onscreen. The sound gives me shivers and I thrum my clit some more.
“No!” Heath says and slaps Josh’s ass hard.
I’m open mouthed again, in shock again as Heath walks away. So is Josh, staring after him.
“What?”
Heath pours another glass of fizz.
“You want it as bad as I do, and I’ve had to abstain for months. So fuck you, asshole, I’m not going to be fucking your asshole. Not tonight.”
I could almost laugh at the irony. The hilarity of the frustration in Josh’s eyes.
“Come on, Heath, don’t be a fucking tit.”
Heath leans back against the dresser, and raises his glass in cheers.
“I’ll be whatever I want to be. I’m the treasured client, remember?”
Whoa. Heath is really sticking to this. He’s serious. I don’t say a word, waiting for this to play itself out. Josh looks so disappointed, he mutters afuckunder his breath, but it only makes Heath smile viciously.
The expression on Heath’s face changes in an instant when he switches his gaze to me, though. The smile he gives me is the very opposite, full of excitement and warmth.
“Now, as for you, sweet curva. You deserve the very best this evening.”
