Chapter Sixteen
Sixteen
Patrick
A warm body presses harder to mine, nails digging into my hip and when I try to move forward, I'm yanked back, Nicolas's grip tightening on me.
It was all real. Last night actually happened and I could have fucking died.
A smoky scent lingers on both of our skin and there is no way to deny me almost burning to death.
How far away was he when he saw it? How'd he know what a hard sleeper I was?
It doesn't matter. I'm alive because of him.
Nicolas saved me. My moody neighbor who stomped over here many times to scold me and remind me I don't belong here, came to my rescue last night.
He's also the man I've been chatting to online, paying to watch me on video while having every opportunity to catch the live show in person.
A tingle runs up and down my spine, my hips slightly rolling.
I came three times last night. All from his wonderful hands.
Mine never had me seeing stars like that before.
Not even when I was being watched. Although I came pretty fucking close almost a week ago when he was viewing me playing with myself and being a filthy boy in my kitchen.
I buck upward into the plush of the blanket, my ass grinding over the large bulge behind me.
How can I be ready to come again so soon?
Ever since I started talking to him I’ve grown fucking insatiable.
I can't explain why but my skin grows hot and I need to be touched. Either while he’s looking in or when he's the one doing it.
I also need to know he wants me to come. To hear the words.
“Morning, Bo.”
“Morning,” I breathe out, my body trembling as he runs a hand down my hip.
His soft chuckles vibrate over my shoulder as he leans down to kiss my overly sensitive skin. “Just as needy as yesterday. All that time you've been deprived has really caught up to you. All at the perfect time too.”
Nibbling at my neck, he caresses one of my nipples and twists at my stud. “Right when I'm so close by to take care of you and give you what you haven't been able to get anywhere else.”
“I…”
“I know, baby. You need to come and I want you to. I want to hear your pleasure and I want it all over my hand so I can use it as lube to fuck between your perfect tits.”
I mewl, hole twitching when his cock digs between my cheeks, so close to another place I'll need him to touch more of sooner than later.
I'm deprived there too. Deprived everywhere.
My ex hardly touched me when we fucked. It was always quick and over before I could fully reach my own pleasure.
Most of the time he'd laugh, shrugging while saying, “You can finish yourself, right?”
It happened way more than I wanted to admit. He's the only one who wanted to pursue more with me though. The only one who didn't get bored or tired of me after hanging out a few times. He made me feel good enough for a while before leaving me disappointed more than anyone else.
Nicolas will leave soon too. They all do. This is nothing more than a fun fling for him and it only feels real because I'm waking up in his bed. I moan when his hand drags back over my hip, slowly trailing toward my hole. He rubs over my dry pucker and my cheeks clench.
“Those damn sounds. Make some more for me. Let whoever could be outside right now hear what I'm doing to you. What only I'm allowed to do. Only me. Always me.”
Squirming between his body and hand, I let out a low whimper. He slides his hand slower down my body, gripping my cock between his fingers and rubs his mouth over my ear. “Touch your titties.”
Sucking in a breath, I roll my hard nubs between my fingers. I squeeze them a little as he lays kisses down my back, tracing my spine with his lips and blowing warm breath along the top of my crack. His fingers back away from my hole and the painful emptiness is soon replaced with his tongue.
I writhe between his tongue and hand. My sounds are so needy and desperate.
I'm whimpering, moaning and cursing all at once with a growing smile on my face.
No one's ever rimmed me before. I was always scared to ask any of my past partners, too worried I'd get flat out rejected after already having them all making me feel that way without words.
I don't have that problem now. I feel like I have the world at my feet. Like I could ask this man anything right now he'd do with zero hesitation. It's all the endorphins I'm sure but I decide to lean into them, remaining delusional as I shake from the eccentric current buzzing through me.
“You taste so good. This pretty cunt is loving getting eaten out. Mmmm…look at you clinging to me and tugging me in deeper.”
He licks deeper, his tongue twisting and turning before a finger is being added. I kick my feet, flailing against the mattress and he kisses the inside of my thighs, his finger staying buried in me as another joins it. “I need you wetter.”
“I…mm yeah okay.” I don't even know what I'm saying or agreeing to anymore but my head is bobbing, body going pliant as he flips me to my stomach.
He licks inside me again and then shoves a wet finger in me, spreading me apart when a second digit goes past my tight entrance.
He moves his hand up and down, more lube pouring over my ass, the cold liquid causing my thighs to tremble.
He's no longer being gentle when he plunges into me faster and hard, causing my legs to spread further apart. “Ohhh,” I say, biting the sheets and pushing my head against the flipped over pillow.
“I'm going to fuck you now. I've waited so long. So have you. Neither of us have a reason to anymore.”
“Yes,” I say. “No condom.”
“You sure?” His words are rough in my ear.
“Yeah. I…I want your cum inside me. I want you to use it to fuck me again after my nap.”
He laughs, kissing my back. “Okay, baby. No condom. I haven't been with anyone in a long time and have been tested since.”
“I…me too. I'm negative and always used protection.”
“Good. I wasn't worried.”
His fingers scissor in me some more and he pries my legs apart to fit his body between them. Skin slaps skin, and then his cock head is pressed to my entrance. He rocks back and forth, his moans drowning out my own.
“Fuck. You already feel so good, little bo. Your other viewers don't get this. They never will either.”
“No. Only you,” I rasp, body arching as he shoves himself all the way in me in one thrust.
My muscles tense and I gasp when he pulls out to push himself back in. My next sounds are muffled as I bury my face in the mattress, ass pressing back as he grinds against me with his punishing thrusts.
“So so good and so so mine.”
“Yours,” I move my face to say before going back to biting the sheets.
“All mine. Always mine. I've already decided you were the moment I saw you but wasn't ready to admit it to myself. I need you to hear it though. I need you and everyone else to know.”
I roll my hips, knees digging into the bed as he fucks me harder. He has me pinned so tightly to the mattress, making me feel everything he said. I squirm beneath him, pleasure spiraling and running ramped inside me.
“Nick,” I say, my cock smashing between my body at the bed, the friction adding to the other wonderful sensations running through me.
My body grows desensitized and the sounds we make together are so fucking filthy. Wet, sloppy and squelching.
“Come for me, baby. I can feel how close you are. Come for me, little bo.”
That's all it takes for me to lose all control and my hole pulsates, cock spraying the sheets with whatever cum I have left in me.
I laugh into the sheets, my face sliding from side to side, and then I'm sent into overdrive when he slams back into me, his movements off kilter and too fucking much.
He shakes before his orgasm has him locking in place.
Heavy breathing fills the room and he ruts forward one more time as if to milk every last bit he has for me inside my ass.
I'll gladly take it all. I want to be wet from him all the time. Either from his mouth or cum.
His warm lips press to the center of my back and he collapses beside me. I'm about to complain about how far away he feels and then he tugs me against him, locking all limbs around me.
“Nap time and then I'll heat up that pie.”
“You'll nap with me?”
“I don't know if I'll be able to sleep but I'll stay here until you fall asleep.”
“So you did plan to cuddle me in your bed after all.”
He laughs, his stomach shaking against my back. “I didn't but I like that it happened anyway. It happened just like you moving next door did. All a huge surprise. The only kind I haven't hated.”
“I like surprises.”
“I know you do. You also like plans and reliability. You're a mixed bag and should never change.”
“Nick,” I say, wiggling against him.
“Hmm?”
“What do you do for a living?”
He stiffens against me. “I don't think I should say. At least I don’t think it's the right time for me to. What I can tell you is that what I do for living is something those fuckers who are trying to hurt you are going to wish I didn't.”
“Okay,” is all I manage to say, closing my eyes and easily drifting to sleep with what he said putting me more at ease than anything has in a long time.
A slice of apple falls on the bed and Nicolas shakes his head, laughing. “The way you eat sure explains the condition of your house.”
I snort, picking up the falling food and pop it back in my mouth. “Hey, it wasn't all that great when I moved in either.”
“Yeah. Your brother is definitely a hoarder. He's the oldest of you two?”
“Yeah. By like a couple of years.”
“Sounds like me and my brother.”
“I still don't believe this guy exists. Does he know about your weird breakfast rule?”
“It's not a rule but yes. He is aware I don't care for breakfast.”
“Feels like a rule to me,” I say, shoving another bite of pie in my mouth, the filling dripping down my chin.
He licks at my skin and rubs a thumb over the glistening metal stud in my left nipple. “You're a mess. Probably could use a bath.”
I look down at my body and another apple falls off my plate, landing on my half hard cock.
“Maybe two.” He smirks up at me before lowering his face to take the escape artist into his mouth. He licks his lips, scooting closer to me and I let another apple slice fall, spreading my legs as he drags the blanket down.
“Or maybe a clean up with my mouth will do.”
“Who knows?” I waggle my brows, dropping more food in my lap and causing my cock to twitch.
“I definitely do.” He drags me down in bed, causing my plate to fly to the floor and I yelp when he sucks my cock into his mouth with his fingers pressing so hard to my thighs I'm more than sure they'll leave bruises.
He drives me crazy with his mouth some more, going from my cock to my ass whenever my body jerks.
Before I know it, I'm screaming my way through another orgasm and my body feels too rung out to continue eating.
I lie here for a while and then when I sit up against the headboard, he knee walks my way, stroking his cock.
My mouth waters and slaps his cock head against my lips before using it to force them apart.
Shoving himself past my teeth, he rolls himself over my tongue and then I gag as he inches closer to my throat.
Tugging at my hair, he holds me in place and treats me like a worthless hole. He's so rough, only caring about his needs and shoving my hands away when I try to push at him. He fills my mouth with cum minutes later and as he's backing away, I slap at his thigh.
His brows dip in concern, worry leaving his expression when I say, “That was supposed to be saved for my ass.”
He laughs. “Don't worry. I'll have more for you in an hour.” He winks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Due to my second nap of the day, it actually takes two hours but boy, does he deliver. And then it happens again later on in the night and we don't end up getting in the bathtub the next morning until after he's done fucking me in his barn and on the four wheeler in the middle of his pasture.