Chapter Thirteen #2
“Wes,” he bit out on a groan, taking hold of my midsection again.
I backed him toward the bed, only stopping when the back of his thighs met the mattress.
“I’ve been dying to do this for a long time, Patsy.
” I ran my hand over his hard dick, noting the wet spot on the fabric.
Sliding both hands around his body, I dropped them to his gorgeous ass and pulled him up against me with one hand, squeezing the small, tight globes that felt perfect in my hands.
“Wes…yer arm—” he started to say before I cut him off.
“My arm is perfectly fine, Patsy. I took some painkillers, and the only thing that will stop me now is if you say you don’t want this.”
His fingers dug into my hips. “Ya know I want this.”
I smiled down at him. “Good. I’m gonna kiss you now and I’m not going to stop until we’re both naked on that bed with my cock buried inside you.”
“Feck me,” he gasped out, a shudder running through his body.
I wound the fingers of one hand into his hair and found his mouth again, bearing his body down to the mattress.
He clung to my neck, kneading the muscles there for a few seconds as I kissed him hungrily.
He tasted so good. I felt breathless as one kiss led to another and yet another, carried away on a wave of need.
Desire roared through me, sending fire coursing through my veins as our passion ramped up.
When I was finally forced to break the kiss to come up for air, we were both panting.
I kept my gaze locked with his as I began pulling off clothes while he finished undressing.
When he was gloriously naked, I stood over him, looking at my fill of the man in front of me.
Patsy had the body of a warrior, lean and muscled without being overly so.
His chest and belly were covered with curly, black hair, making him look even more masculine if that were possible.
My cock was stiff, standing up at attention as I climbed onto the bed while he got into position in the middle, spreading his legs to give me full view of trimmed pubes, heavy balls, and a beautiful uncut cock.
His foreskin was stretched across the pink tip that peeked out.
I’d been with a lot of men but never one who was uncut and the sight of it only heightened my need to have him.
I covered his body, ignoring the way the bullet wound in my arm pinched as I braced myself over him.
I lowered my mouth to his as his arms came around me.
He opened for me and I began exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue, dueling with his.
When he moaned and lifted his hips off the bed, I went wild, grinding down on his cock with my own as I moved against him.
His knees opened wider, giving our groins more contact.
I kissed Patsy for a long time before finally tearing my mouth away with a gasp.
I gazed into his eyes only a moment before lowering my lips to his jaw, licking over the stubble on his chin and slowly making my way down the side of his neck.
The masculine scent of him here was even stronger and I lingered for endless seconds, licking and suckling softly so I didn’t leave a mark.
As badly as I wanted to claim his body as mine, I knew embarrassing him would be a mistake.
The friction of our cocks rubbing against each other felt glorious.
I knew it wouldn’t take much to come if we kept at it, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to be inside Patsy when that happened.
I lifted my head and gazed down into his eyes. “Do you have condoms?”
“In the bedside table,” he gasped.
I lifted off just enough to allow him room to roll toward the table and waited impatiently as he retrieved a condom and lube.
When he came back, I took the gold foil packet and tore it open, extracting the condom and expertly rolling it onto my dick as he watched with one hand on his own cock, slowly stroking it. Once I was ready, our eyes met again.
“How do ya want me?” I didn’t miss the subtle way he glanced at my injured bicep. “Maybe it’d be easier with me on top.”
I nodded. Patsy riding me had been a fantasy of mine ever since meeting the man.
“Yeah. That’d be better.” I rolled off him and waited for him to scoot out from beneath me before claiming his spot on the bed.
He threw a leg over me and my gaze was once again drawn to the sweet head of his cock leaking with precome as he positioned himself in a straddle over me.
Too tempting. Too wet and hard.
“Slide up higher, I want you in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and he came willingly, teasing his rock-hard dick against my lips until he plunged it into my mouth and I nearly came on the spot. My whole body shuddered as I worked my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the taut ridges and sucking hard as he moaned.
I slurped off the tip and licked around it until he cried out and plunged back into my mouth, fucking me harder, banging his thick balls on my chin. The male scent of him making me lose my mind. I reached around and fingered his hole, and he went rigid.
“Feck, no. Not yet.” He abruptly pulled out of me.
Patsy stared down at me, shaking, sliding his fingers through the thick pelt of hair on my chest. I could’ve sworn his eyes were a smoky blue color, dark with lust. He leaned down and took my lips in a scorching kiss, slowly undulating his hard cock over my own.
I dug my fingers into his hips, holding onto him as we made out like horny teenagers.
When he finally pulled back, we were both panting again.
I reached for the bottle of lube he’d unceremoniously dropped onto the duvet beside us and opened the top with a little snick.
I drizzled it over my cock as Patsy went to work on my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers as I’d done to him.
I grunted, tossing the lube aside as he positioned himself over my cock.
I waited, biting my lip as the tip of my dick slid between his cheeks until it bumped up against his puckered hole.
Much to my surprise, Patsy didn’t hesitate.
One second, I could feel his puckered entrance and the next, he was sliding down over the fat head of my cock.
I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on him until he stopped. I couldn’t tell if it was for my benefit or his, but I needed to know. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, baby.” The endearment slid out before I could stop it, but his only reaction was a sweet smile.
“I love that yer worried, but please let me keep goin’. You’re a big man, Wes, but I’ll adjust to ya in a second. You’d never hurt me, mo mhuirnín.”
The softly spoken Gaelic words made my heart squeeze in my chest, spreading warmth through me.
I watched his face, marveling at how beautiful he was with brightly blushing cheeks and his lusty gaze fixed on my own, looking like some Celtic prince.
His blue eyes flashed fire, with hair tousled and wild after I’d run my fingers through it.
His body squeezed around me for several seconds but he panted through the penetration, before taking me deeper.
I groaned. “Je…sus, you’re so fucking tight, Patsy…feels so good, baby.”
His only reply was a soft sigh as he tangled his fingers in my chest hair.
I felt as though I was about to combust. He finally bottomed out, closed his eyes for a few moments, breathing heavily, then opened them and leaned down to once again capture my lips in a deep, messy kiss.
My entire body was quivering with the effort it took to hold back and wait for him to fully adjust to a man my size.
I took several seconds to breathe myself, trying to stave off the climax already niggling at the base of my spine, yet knowing there was very little I could do once he started fucking himself on me.
It’d been a hell of a long time since I’d been with a man and never one as sexy as Patsy Good.
When he finally tensed his thighs and rose off me only to come back down, I’d calmed down enough to let him take me any way he needed to.
He braced himself with two hands on my belly and slowly began to slide on and off, hanging his head over me.
“God, Wes, that feels so good!” The strangled exclamation came out of nowhere and it was followed by Patsy reaching for his cock with one hand as he slowly began stroking himself.
I watched in rapt fascination as the leaking head of his dick slid through, only to retreat nearly back into the foreskin.
Now that he was fully erect, the shiny pink head stayed on prominent display as he jacked himself.
His thigh muscles bunched as he lifted himself on and off.
I held onto his ass cheeks for dear life, feeling them flex in my hands as he rode me just as he’d done in my fantasy.
“Keep it up,” I gasped, “and I won’t be able to last.”
My words only seemed to make him move faster, keeping in time with the way he fucked his own hand.
All I could do was hold onto him for dear life as he rose and fell on and off my cock.
I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold back, wanting to watch him come first. He began to increase the speed of his stroking hand as he got closer; it was making me crazy.
“Wesss,” he hissed, giving me the first indication that he was experiencing a similar problem.
“I’m so close, Patsy,” I growled.
“Want to feel ya come deep inside me,” he panted, moving faster. “Come for me, Wesss!’
I managed a strangled cry just before he took me over the edge and shouted as my climax hit with ferocious intensity. “Oh, God!”
“Yes!” Patsy shouted.