I’m pulled out of the thought as he changes his angle and drags against my prostate.
“That.” I gasp. “Do that again.”
“I’ve got you,” he says, mouth at my throat. “Hang on.”
It’s fast and hard now. He hits my prostate like he can see it. Every time he does, I shout, and soon he’s growling as he pounds into me over and over. The bed rattles, and the headboard bumps against the wall in a steady rhythm.
Finally, like a storm front breaking, I arch, and the sound dies as I throw my head back. I don’t even have time to warn David before I’m thrashing and shuddering from the orgasm pulsing through me. He moans against my neck, thrusts twice, and then he’s shaking and gasping as he pumps his own orgasm into the condom.
We stay like that, sweaty and trembling, for what feels like a long time. Eventually he pulls out of me, and my ass throbs. I hope he’s feeling half as shaky as I am as he crawls from the bed to deal with the condom.
I’m half asleep when he returns from the bathroom, but his concerned “Hmm” has me opening my eyes. He’s staring above me, and I strain my head back to find what he’s looking at.
We’ve made a sizeable dent in the wall where the headboard had been banging against it.
“Oops,” I say, but in truth I don’t really care. The wall is a problem to be dealt with in the morning when more of my brain cells are firing again. Besides, who knows? We might knock a couple more holes in there before the night is over.
I roll until I can pull the blankets loose and slide under them. David crawls in next to me. I’m sticky and sweaty, but he curls around me like I’m precious.
“Guess I’ll have to buy the place,” he says.
“I’m sorry, what?” I roll so I can face him, and his expression is perfectly serious.
“Well, I’ll need a place to stay if I’m going to be up here every weekend.”
“Every weekend?” I ask, suddenly feeling way more awake.
He frowns. “Is that too much? I want you to know I’m committed to this. I didn’t fly up here for a one-night stand. I thought—”
I put a finger to his lips. “Buying a house is a lot for some broken drywall. I figured we’d grab some filler in the morning and fix it.”
He grins under my touch. “But the rest? I’m serious about this between us, but if it’s too much, then you can—”
“It’s fine.” I kiss him.
“I’ll be in the Czech Republic in October and November to shootShadow League 5. It’s intense. I may not be able to see you as often. But if you...” He keeps talking, but I lose track of his words as the realization settles in that he may be David when he’s with me, but in public, he’s Damian and still a movie star.
“I don’t know where I’ll be in October,” I say. “I’m only guaranteed a job here until the end of the tourist season.”
“Well, wherever you are, Jack, I’ll come see you as often as I can. Or if you want, you can come to Prague with me.”
I snort. “What would I do in Prague?”
David tangles his feet with mine and presses his lips to mine.
“Whatever you want,” he says as he winds his arms around my neck.
I’m not sure he means it or if he’s really thought it through. But now I’m thinking about it, and while there are a lot of unknowns, maybe that’s the point.
Stef did say I needed to live more. Find new adventures.
With David, I think everything will be an adventure.
