I hissed at the cold, which seemed to amuse David, as he chuckled, closed the lid, and tossed the tube of lube onto the bed next to my head. "Don't lose that."
I shook my head.
Lube good.
I stiffened and shook when David's fingers stroked over my tight hole, spreading the lube around. I wasn't sure anything had ever felt so good before. "Damn, Skip, you're so fucking tight."
"It's...it's been awhile," I said as David's finger pushed into me.
David stilled. "'How long's awhile?"
I bit my lip for a moment before admitting, "A couple of years."
"Why?" David asked. "You're a handsome man. Why haven't you been with anyone in two years?"
I shrugged even as my face flushed. "There wasn't anyone I was interested in."
David's eyebrow lifted. "Not even Jean?"
"No." I snorted. "I don't date people I work with."
I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't the satisfied grin that spread across David's lips. Before I could delve deeper into that grin, one of David's slick fingers breached my ass. I groaned and dug my head into the pillow beneath me. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go and pushed against the finger thrusting into me.
"David!" I wailed in desperation. I felt as if my entire body was coming alive for the very first time. Every nerve ending was igniting, every synapse was flickering to life. I could feel the pleasure David's finger brought me in every inch of my body.
"You like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yesss," I hissed.
When a second finger pushed farther into my ass and started wiggling around, I started panting. I felt full, fuller than I'd ever been before. It was as if David knew just where to touch me, how much pressure to use, and just how fast to move to bring me the utmost pleasure.
"Just wait until I get my cock into this tight little ass, Skip."
"Yes!" I nodded rapidly.
"You love it, don't you?" David asked. "You're already thinking about it, aren't you? Wondering how thick my cock is? How it will fill you up? How it will split your ass and touch every inch of you inside?"
Oh, David was out to kill me.
That was the only explanation.
I was so intent on David's sexy words that I missed the third finger being thrust into my ass until it was already in. David wiggled them all, brushing against something deep inside of me that made sparks flash before my eyes. I screamed and arched as my world exploded in a fiery downpour of sensation.
"Fuck!" David shouted.
I opened my eyes a moment later to find David staring down at me with wide eyes. My heart thundered in my chest. My breathing was so rapid that I could barely catch my breath. My chest was covered in cum, but even now, my cock throbbed as if begging for more.
"Damn, you're still hard."
My face flamed. David was going to think I was complete slut.
Instead of saying anything about my eager response to his touch, David ripped open the condom packet and then rolled it down his hard shaft. Once he was done, he knelt up between my thighs and grabbed my hips, lifting me up.
My eyes rolled back into my head when I felt the head of David's cock rub against my stretched out opening. Each gentle nudge made me shudder. When David finally pushed just the head inside my ass, I was on the verge of begging.
I didn't realize I had moved my hands and was reaching for David until I felt a small smack on my hip. My eyes popped open, and I stared up at David in confusion, as much over what the man wanted as for the fact that David had smacked me.
"Keep your hands over your head, Skip," David ordered. "Grab the headboard if you have to. This is my show."
