Chapter Three
The pizza was indeed cold, but that didn’t stop Patrick from enjoying the treat. Washed down with cola and complemented by garlic bread, Patrick was soon stuffed full.
Greg ate as if he’d never eat again, which was his usual way of refueling. He demolished his meaty pizza in minutes, and preferring to drink water, he guzzled two big glasses.
He’d showered and smelled of soap, the scent drifting over to Patrick every now and then.
“Shall I check on the dog?” Patrick asked when they’d finished.
“If that means you’ll relax.” Greg stood and picked up the empty takeout boxes.
“Yeah, I will.” Patrick went to the spare room door and inched it open.
The dog hadn’t moved, but its chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm and it looked as comfortable as it could be given the circumstances.
When he’d shut the door again, Greg was right behind him. He had a familiar glint in his eye and Patrick knew exactly what was going to happen next.
“He okay?” Greg jerked his head at the door.
“Same as we left him.”
“Sleep’s the best thing.” Greg ran the tip of his index finger down Patrick’s cheek.
“Though not for you, babe. I’ve had something on the back burner for you for a few hours now.”
“Oh, what’s that then?” Patrick twitched his eyebrows.
“Don’t play coy with me, you know I have.” Greg kind of growled then caught Patrick’s mouth in a kiss.
Patrick tangled his tongue with Greg’s. His hot, fragrant flavor filled Patrick’s taste buds. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted more, so he pressed close and flung his arms around Greg’s neck. He was ready to get lost in his mate and surrender to pleasure—ride out the adrenaline of earlier that evening.
Greg groaned and ran his hands down Patrick’s body. He gripped his buttocks then lifted him up, high and higher still.
Patrick wrapped his legs around Greg’s waist and hung on as Greg walked to their large bedroom. The kiss didn’t break and Patrick felt small and protected in Greg’s arms.
“I need you so badly,” Greg said, kissing his cheek as he laid Patrick on the bed and settled over him.
“So, have me.” Patrick arched his neck and back, offering himself to his lover. “All of me. Do whatever you want with me.”
“I will, don’t you worry.” Greg tugged off his own T-shirt, revealing his wide, hair-coated chest. “So get ready for it.”
Patrick enjoyed watching as Greg shucked off his pants. He always went commando and his thick cock sprang upward as the material slipped down.
A shiver attacked Patrick, as it often did.
Damn, the guy is well-hung.
It sometimes seemed a physical impossibility to fit Greg inside his small hole, but it always worked out. There were always spectacular results.
Greg rubbed his cock from root to tip and stared down at Patrick as if seeing through his clothing. “Get naked.”
“Yes, Sir.” Greg produced a low rumbling noise in this throat.
Patrick hurried to lose his jeans and T-shirt. His movements were swift and functional.
He lay back on the bed, the sheets cool on his skin and his cock rigid.
“You’re ready for more, even after earlier,” Greg said, releasing his own cock and taking hold of Patrick’s. “Always, with you.”
“Good.” Greg tipped forward and swiped his tongue over the tip of Patrick’s cock. Patrick bit down on his bottom lip as anticipation swirled within him.
But Greg didn’t sink his mouth over Patrick. He held him there, letting his hot breath wash over his sensitive skin. Patrick gripped the sheets and groaned. “Relax,” Greg murmured. “It’s going to be while before you get to come.”
“But I want to, so badly.”
“And that’s just greedy. You came a few hours ago.” Greg pushed Patrick’s thighs apart and moved his attention to the sensitive skin on the inner sides, tickling his fingertips up and down, first the left then the right.
Patrick’s balls tingled and his cock throbbed in Greg’s hand.
Where his touch had just been, Greg’s tongue followed, licking up his thighs until he reached Patrick’s sac. He then took Patrick’s left testicle into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” Patrick moaned, thrashing his head from side to side. The wonderful sensation of being completely owned and worshipped by his mate was overwhelming.
Greg switched to the opposite testicle, sucking gently and at the same time working Patrick’s cock.
“That’s…so much…” Patrick gasped. Greg didn’t want him to come yet but with him doing that it wouldn’t be long.
“Mmm, you taste amazing.” Greg released him and sat. “But you always do.” He rested back on his bent legs and placed his hands on his hips.
Patrick was breathing fast, his cock bobbing and his asshole clenching.
“Come here,” Greg said.
“Yes, Sir.” Patrick hurried to sit.
“Suck my cock.” Greg gestured at his erection standing thick and dark. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Patrick swallowed then licked his lips. He crawled toward his mate, his ass high in the air and his knees dragging on the sheet. Once level with Greg’s cock, he didn’t bother with preamble, just opened wide and took him in.
“Ah, fuck, yeah.” Greg reached forward and slapped his hands on Patrick’s ass. He curled his fingers into the flesh.
The movement seemed to submerge Patrick’s face more fully into Greg and he let the cock in his mouth sink deep. His cheeks bulged, and he buried his nose in dense pubic hair as the back of his throat tightened.
He stilled.
“Suck me,” Greg said, delivering a swift spank to each of Patrick’s ass cheeks.
Patrick groaned around the cock in his mouth. He always enjoyed a spank. With his tongue wrapped around Greg’s shaft, he pulled back. Without letting the end leave his mouth, he dipped down over the length until he was lodged deep.
Soon he was bobbing up and down. Greg canted his hips to meet him. A coating of pre- cum spread on his tongue.
“That’s it. Enough.” Greg gripped Patrick’s shoulders and dragged him upward.
It took Patrick a second to regain his focus. He’d been lost to the moment and the sensation of having Greg’s pleasure harnessed in his mouth.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” Greg said, panting. “And I wanna come inside your ass.”
“Fine…by me…” Patrick was breathless, too.
“Lie down, on your back again.” Greg shoved at Patrick’s shoulder, urging him to rest with his head on the pillow. “Now, bend your knees and grip your legs.”
Patrick did as instructed and held his thighs, exposing his cock, balls and asshole to Greg. The position screamed vulnerability and in doing so professed his absolute trust in his mate.
Greg wiped his hand over his brow then moved between Patrick’s legs. He was so big and strong, his muscles bulging and his abs solid and defined.
Again, Patrick glanced at the big cock that would soon be pounding into him.
Greg took hold of Patrick’s shaft and rubbed slowly up then down. He stroked over his balls then tickled the skin around his asshole.
Patrick groaned not just at the sensation but at the sight of Greg’s captivated expression. He touched Patrick as if he were the most precious thing to have ever walked the planet.
“You’re beautiful,” Greg murmured. “And I’m going to pink you up some more.”
Patrick’s heart was already trip-trapping along, but now it picked up to a faster rate. He knew what pinking up meant.
Greg set his hand on Patrick’s left knee. “Out of my way,” he said, nodding at where Patrick was holding his own leg.
Releasing his leg, Patrick knew what was coming. He tensed. Thigh slaps hurt, but the sting went straight to his balls.
Greg brought his palm down with the perfect amount of speed and pressure. The sting was white-hot and Patrick jerked and cried out as it shot over his flesh.
His cock twitched and his balls retracted. Pain mixed with pleasure always heightened his senses and in turn his arousal.
Greg hit again, controlling his strength as he delivered another heated slap.
“Oh, God, that hurt.” Patrick clenched his teeth.
“Good hurt?”
“Yes, yes…” He was breathing fast.
Greg released his leg and Patrick grabbed it again, keeping his knees bent up toward his chest.
With a teasingly light touch, Greg stroked the tip of his finger over Patrick’s balls then tickled the patch of skin that led to his anus.
Patrick moaned and tightened his hole. He wanted to get fucked, now, hard.
“And this side.” Greg set his palm over Patrick’s right knee. “Give it to me, show me your sweet pale skin.”
Keeping his eyes closed, Patrick revealed the back of his thigh. In an instant, a hard smack landed there.
“Ah, fuck.” He bucked from the bed. His cock tapped against his abdomen.
“Be calm, little one.” Greg set his hand on Patrick’s chest, pinning him down. “You know you want it.”
“I want you.”
“Do you now?”
“Yeah, just fuck me.”
Greg chuckled and Patrick tried to relax. But the burn from the last slap was still there.
Whack.
“Ah, Jeez.” Another bolt of pain on the back of his thigh. His cock was throbbing, his balls retracting.
“That’s it, you’re ready.” Greg moved to the side of the bed and retrieved lube from the nightstand.
Patrick let his legs fall apart and clutched the bedsheet. His brain was firing impulses of lust, anticipation and impatience.
“You better let some of that tension go,” Greg said, lubing up his cock. “Because I ain’t messing about. I’m going straight in.”
“Yes, yes, that’s what I want.”
Damn it. Greg usually toyed with his hole, stretched him, prepared him, but it seemed it wasn’t going to be the case today. But hey, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it that way before.
Greg leaned over him, his arms locked and his erection aimed at Patrick’s asshole. He stared into Patrick’s eyes as the tip kissed the point of entry. “Bear down, let me in.”
Patrick gripped his lover’s biceps, tilted his hips up to meet the cock hovering there and stared into Greg’s eyes. “Yes, now.” He tightened his abdominal muscles and willed himself to open up for Greg.
Greg pushed forward, parting the tight ring of muscle with ease, the lube ensuring a slick entry.
Patrick held his breath. The sensation of Greg filling him was always one he had to concentrate on. It was dense, thick, a nip of pain as he stretched to accommodate the invasion.
On and on, Greg pushed in, curling his hips under and claiming Patrick.
When he hit full depth, Greg blew out a breath. “Fuck, you’re tight when we do it like this.”
“And you’re…big.”
“Isn’t that why you love me?”
“I love you for many reasons.” He paused and managed a smile even though his facial muscles were tense. “But yeah, your big dick is one of them.”
“Well, I better make sure it works for you.” Greg nodded at the headboard. “You should hang on.”
Excitement blasted through Patrick as he took hold of the headboard and gripped it tight, locking his elbows.
“And put your legs around my waist.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Greg moaned. “Fuck, you’re gonna get it good.”
“I hope so.” Patrick wrapped his legs around Greg’s torso, hooking his ankles over each other so he was fastened in place.
“Good boy, keep like that, no matter what.” Greg set a quick, hard kiss on Patrick’s lips then closed his eyes and pulled almost out. He then eased back into full depth.
He repeated the action, a little quicker, then again, faster still. Within a minute, he was pounding into Patrick at a furious, frantic pace. Slamming his body against Patrick’s as he grunted and groaned. His expression was one of pure bliss.
Patrick hung on tight to the wooden headboard and Greg. He was consumed by Greg, his orgasm building rapidly as his prostate received one hell of a glorious bashing.
“Come, come with me,” Greg said through clenched teeth. He kept his eyes closed.
“I’m coming.” Patrick gasped and allowed his orgasm to claim him. His cock was rubbing between their bodies, his balls retracted and his ass clenching and releasing around Greg’s cock.
“Ah, yeah…ah, yeah…” Greg tensed, huffed out a huge lungful of air, then came. He trembled, groaned, throbbed inside Patrick and thrust higher and deeper.
Patrick released the headboard and cupped Greg’s face, marveling at the ecstasy contorting his features. He really did have the most beautiful, sexy, giving mate.