Chapter Thirteen #3
I tightened my grip on his ass, bringing him down hard as I lifted my hips off the bed at the same time, before emptying my balls into the condom buried so far up inside him it felt like we’d become one.
He stroked his dick frantically and groaned out loud just seconds before the glistening arc of his release shot into the air.
It fell down on my chest in warm splats, soaking through the hair there.
My heart hammered in my chest as I shuddered through my own orgasm, watching him milk the second wave of his release.
It coated my hairy belly and formed an opaque, little puddle in the divot of my bellybutton.
As shudders finally began tapering off, I watched Patsy hang his head for a few seconds before he finally lifted his face and met my gaze.
I couldn’t stop the slow smile from forming at the corners of my mouth any more than I’d been able to stop myself from coming before I’d fucked him through his own release.
He’d either gotten me too worked up, it’d been too long, or both, but I wished I could have held on longer.
“Sorry about that,” I said, squeezing his perfect ass.
His brow furrowed. “For what? That was perfect, Wes.”
“I tried to hold out but you’re just too beautiful. I couldn’t.”
He blew out a relieved breath and grinned before leaning down and kissing me softly. Our tongues rubbed together sweetly before he broke the kiss after a minute. “It was perfect…but if ya want to try again, I’m not opposed to it.”
I chuckled but as I did, I felt my cock slipping free.
Letting go of his ass as he sat up, I pulled out slowly, holding the base of the condom until he rolled out of his straddle.
I sat up and scooted off the bed before padding to the bathroom where I disposed of the condom, cleaning up before bringing back a warm washcloth.
“Thanks, Wes,” he said, taking it from me and wiping away the lube before tossing the cloth aside and rolling back onto the bed.
He kissed me again, snuggling up close. His smaller body felt so good against my own.
After a second or two, he lifted his head and looked at me.
“I know ya must be hungry by now. Ya worked up quite an appetite.”
I laughed, pulling him closer and kissing him soundly. “I could eat.”
He leaned over and kissed me again. “Good. Let’s have a shower and then some food.”
I tightened my arms as he tried to pull away. When he glanced at me, I pinned him with a serious look. “And when we’re ready for bed, I want you here with me tonight.”
He nodded. “No place I’d rather be.”
I smiled, kissing him once more before loosening my grip. We walked into the bathroom again and for the first time, I noticed the small patch of dried blood on my arm’s bandage. “Dammit…forgot to take my antibiotic.”
He frowned. “Go and do that. The water will be hot when ya get back.” He leaned into me and lifted his face for a kiss.
I complied and headed back out to the living room to take my pill.
When I came back to the bathroom, it was already steamy as I joined Patsy in the shower.
He hugged me then noticed that I hadn’t covered the bandage which was already getting wet.
“I’ll be changin’ this for ya once we’ve finished. ”
“Thank you. We’ll be quick.” He poured a little bit of the delightful smelling shower gel into his hand and passed me the bottle.
We made quick work of the shower and toweled off.
I got into a pair of clean sweat shorts and a sleeveless tee then sat down on the toilet lid to let him change my bandage.
As he stood in front of me wearing only a towel at his waist, I held onto his hips, breathing in his scent which intermingled with the shower gel.
I let my gaze roam over his chest and belly, noticing several scars I hadn’t noticed in my intense need for him.
One appeared to be a surgical scar just under his left pec where no hair grew. I traced it with the tip of a finger.
“What happened here?”
He frowned as he worked on the bandage. “Got it while I was in captivity.”
I frowned, feeling the sudden sting of tears behind my eyes.
I’d almost forgotten about his tale of capture by insurgents and the torture that had followed.
I blinked several times then leaned forward and kissed over the scar.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never understand how cruel some people can be. ”
He put a finger under my chin, lifting it until we were looking into each other’s eyes. “They’re not people…not human anyway.”
I sighed and kissed him when he leaned down, then slid my hands up and over his back, feeling a raised bump.
Tracing the two-inch line, I realized it had to be another scar that I dared not look at.
He straightened but framed my jaw with both hands as he stared into my eyes.
“It’s another scar, Wes, and it’s not the only one. ”
I felt the tears prickle my nose and he smiled sadly, reaching up to brush them away with both thumbs before pulling me close. “You have such a soft heart. Did anyone ever tell ya that?”
I wrapped both arms around him, burying my face in his midsection as I shook my head.
“No.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head as the tears slid from my eyes.
We stood that way for a minute or two before I let go and leaned back, sniffling as I reached for a tissue.
“Sorry,” I said, wiping my nose. “So not sexy.”
He smiled again before leaning down to kiss me and stepping back. Holding out his hand, he said, “Come on, luv. Let’s make those steaks.”
I stood, patting my belly. “I think I actually can eat again and you’re gonna need your energy.”
“Laddies first,” he said, sweeping a hand out to the bathroom door.
Though I couldn’t be sure, the thought that maybe he didn’t want me to see his back, crossed my mind as I complied, walking out to the bedroom first. He followed me out and then surprised me when he walked over to his chest of drawers, turning his back to me as he dug for clothes.
I stifled a gasp as I caught sight of multiple scars all over his skin from neck to waist, dipping below the towel.
Someone had taken a bull whip to this sweet, dear man, shredding the skin of his poor back…
over and over again. I turned away so that he wouldn’t catch me staring.
I heard him stop rummaging around and then turned as I heard him coming toward me. His expression was sad. “It’s ugly, I know.”
I opened my mouth to say something but realized nothing was coming out. “Sorry,” I croaked.
He came close and slid his arms around me.
“I survived and I’m okay now. It’s taken years of therapy, but I’m okay.
” He reached up and slid a hand behind my neck, bringing me down and kissing me softly.
I closed my eyes, holding him so tightly, I never wanted to let go.
Eventually, he did break the kiss. “Come on now. I need to feed my man.”
I stepped back. “Okay.”
After he got dressed, I walked into the living room behind him and glanced around.
It was just as I’d left it this morning, homey, serene, a refuge from the outside world.
I was safe here with Patsy. I felt very much at peace in his space which was beginning to feel like mine as well.
I shook myself, remembering that this situation was temporary, Patsy was not my boyfriend, he was just a guy who’d stepped in to help me because he was a really nice man.
I followed him with my gaze as he went to the fridge and pulled something out of it, shutting the door before coming back. He held out a bottle of Gatorade.
I took it gratefully. “Thank you.”
He nodded and opened his bottle, putting it to his lips and drinking deeply.
The way the muscles in his throat worked as he swallowed, made me think all kinds of dirty thoughts.
I couldn’t help but smile around the lip of the bottle and Patsy grinned at me before stepping forward. “Ya know yer very easy to read.”
“Yeah?” I chuckled. “What was I thinking?”
He shrugged. “Ya were watching me swallow.” His eyes glittered.
“Guilty as charged,” I laughed. “Let me get started on those steaks.”
“Let me do it. You’ve had a hell of a day, Wes.” When I hesitated, he pulled me in for a chaste kiss and then stepped back. “How about we do it together?”
“You really are the most stubborn man I know,” I muttered.
“I’m Irish.”
I laughed. “Fine.” I knew there was no point in arguing with him, so we began preparing our dinner together.
In less than half an hour, the table was set, complete with small bowls of salad and the leftover cheesy, garlic dinner rolls from last night.
I walked into the kitchen as Patsy looked up from the plates where he was forking our steaks.
A saucepan with mashed potatoes sat on the counter.
I smiled as he leaned in for another kiss. I couldn’t get enough of his lips.
It was soft and sweet, but I pulled back quickly.
As much as I wanted to throw him over my shoulder and drag him back to the bedroom, I didn’t want to ruin the beautiful dinner we’d made by letting it get cold.
“Those steaks look amazing. I’ll dish up the potatoes,” I said, opening a drawer and pulling out a large serving spoon.
“Thanks,” he replied. “I hope you like your steak medium rare. I should’ve asked.”
“Medium rare is perfect.” I scooped the potatoes onto the plates as he retrieved a bottle of something from the fridge. He held it up.
“HP Sauce.”
I must have looked confused because he laughed. “Like A.1. Steak Sauce but better. Culinary delight, it is.”
I grinned. “How’d you know?”
“That ya liked it? Ya look like a meat and potatoes kinda guy.” He reached out and ran a hand slowly over my belly. I was slightly shy about my body, but after what had happened earlier, I was convinced that Patsy was attracted to me, so I only smiled.
“I like steak sauce and butter and everything else I shouldn’t eat.”
He set down the bottle and stepped close, lifting both hands to caress my beard. “I love yer body so whatever yer doin’, keep it up.”
I started to roll my eyes which made him grip my cheeks harder as he stared deeply into my eyes.
“Look at me, Wes. I’m not kiddin’. I’ve always loved men with meat on their bones.
” He glanced down at my soft belly. When he ran a hand over it, I shivered.
I knew I wasn’t fat, but I didn’t have a hard, gym toned physique either.
He glanced up at me under thick lashes. “I mean it. I love yer body.” He blushed and lifted a hand, rubbing the side of his neck.
“And I like that yer bigger than me.” He stared at me almost shyly as he shrugged. “It makes me feel sexy.”
I felt my skin heat and lifted one corner of my mouth.
“Ditto.” He sent me a slow nod and stepped back out of my personal space.
I took his cue and grabbed our plates, carrying them to the table while he followed with the steak sauce and a homemade, buttermilk salad dressing that he’d pointed out when I’d inquired about it this morning.
“You make your own salad dressing?” I’d asked.
“Rex made it. I think I was telling ya he’s the best cook on our team and when he brought this to a team picnic over the summer, everyone asked for the recipe. It’s low in fat because he makes it with homemade buttermilk and yogurt.”
We sat at the table and dug into our salads. The dressing was just as good as Patsy promised. “You’re right. This is delicious,” I said, pointing my fork at the salad dressing, sitting on the table in a cruet. “I need the recipe.”
He smiled. “I’ll give it to ya.”
Surprisingly, I was able to eat everything on my plate.
The pizza and salad I’d eaten late in the day had sat like a rock in the pit of my stomach, probably because I’d been a bundle of nerves.
I hadn’t been able to decide whether it was from coming close to being shot, or the greasy pizza.
I watched Patsy finish the steak and sit back.
“I’m chock-a-block,” he said, patting his belly.
I raised my eyebrow with a slight smile. I could listen to him talk all day.
“Stuffed to the gills for ya Americans.”
I grinned. “That was the best steak, Patsy. I’ll get started on the dishes.”
Patsy shook his head. “Ya don’t have to clean up all the time, Wes.”
I smiled as I reached for his plate. “I told you, cleaning relaxes me.”
“We’ll do it together.”
“You really are stubborn.” We both pushed away from the table at the same time, taking our dishes as we walked to the kitchen.
After setting them down, he cornered me, pushing me back against the counter.
I leaned down and kissed him, feeling myself growing hard by the time he finally stepped back a half minute later.
“Fine then,” I said, “but I’m only letting you help because I can’t wait to get you back into that bed. ”
I watched as his neck colored as he reached down to adjust the bulge in his sleep shorts. “Feck me, Wes,” he groaned.
“I can do that.”
He laughed as the color crept up to his face.
I held up a bottle of dish soap. “You want me to show you how much fun soapy water can be?”
His giggles warmed my soul.