Chapter 5 #2
Nash patted Patrick’s thigh then got up and left.
Patrick wanted to collapse into his bed, but he forced himself to stand on unsteady legs and strip.
He awkwardly perched on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap to hide his softened cock.
A low wolf-whistle caught Patrick’s attention.
Nash stood in the doorway of the bedroom with nothin’ on.
Patrick’s eyes drifted farther and farther down, takin’ in the thousands of freckles spread across Nash’s lithe body.
“Oh fuck.” Patrick’s eyes widened at the sight of Nash’s cock. “Sorry, I—”
Smirkin’ devilishly, Nash pushed off the door frame. “On your knees, cowboy.”
Patrick slid off the bed, willingly trappin’ himself between it and Nash. Nash’s cock—slightly curved and flushed red—hung between his hairy, muscular thighs. He lazily stroked himself over Patrick’s face.
“Look at you, listenin’ so well. All it took was for me to make you come and you’re puddy in my hands.” Nash placed the tip of his cock on Patrick’s lips, smearin’ warm precum across them. “Now open that pretty mouth so I can put it to good use.”
Patrick swallowed around the lump in his throat then parted his lips.
The overwhelmin’ saltiness took him by surprise, yet for whatever reason, he didn’t hate it.
Nor did he hate when Nash pressed his pelvis right into Patrick’s face, buryin’ his nose in blond, musky pubes.
Patrick closed his eyes, breathin’ in Nash’s natural scent the best he could with Nash’s cock just barely reachin’ the back of his throat.
Fingernails scraped across his skull; then the familiar sharp tug of a rough hand sent a static like tingle radiatin’ down his spine.
“Fuck, Baby”—Nash thrusted shallowly into Patrick’s mouth—“can’t believe how good you’re takin’ my cock.”
Patrick’s cock twitched against his thigh, tryin’ desperately to respond to the arousal coursing through his veins.
Nash’s thrust grew rougher, a bit harder.
Patrick’s jaw ached from keepin’ his mouth open, but the sounds Nash made told him to stay put and not complain.
Saliva dribbled down Patrick’s chin and from the corners of his mouth, causin’ a wet smack every time Nash’s balls slapped against Patrick’s chin.
“Such a good fuckin’ cocksucker, yeah?” Nash pulled out and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, tappin’ it on Patrick’s cheek. “Tell me what a good cocksucker you are.”
A dangerous fire encased Patrick’s body. “I’m a good cocksucker.”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m a good cocksucker, sir.”
Nash pulled Patrick’s hair roughly, forcin’ him to lean back against the bed, then rubbed the tip across his lips. “You wanna keep sucking my cock, Baby? Or do you want me to stretch open that tight ass so you can take my cock like a good boy?”
Need ripped through Patrick so strong it made his fuckin’ head spin. “God, please.”
“Please what?”
“I…” Patrick’s stomach flipped. “I want to take your cock like a good boy.”
“Get up on the bed and lay on your stomach for me.”
Patrick climbed onto the bed, hidin’ his face in the pillows.
“Legs apart for me, Baby. Good boy.”
The bed dipped between Patrick’s thighs, and the sound of a bottle cap poppin’ open echoed in the still air.
Had he missed Nash bringin’ something in?
As hard as he was starin’ at Nash’s body, Patrick probably had.
Cool liquid dripped down his ass crack, causin’ him to jerk and gasp.
Nash placed a hand on the small of Patrick’s back, shushin’ him softly.
A finger prodded at his backside, circlin’ a part of him that he’d never explored.
Nash rubbed Patrick’s back soothingly. Patrick bit into his pillow, groanin’ softly when the tip of Nash’ finger went inside.
“Relax for me. It’ll be a lot easier if you aren’t tensed up.”
Patrick turned his face to the side and took in a slow, steady breath, focusin’ on the back-and-forth motion of Nash’s hand on his back. He wanted to relax, he really did, but he could still feel Nash’s finger pushin’ farther in.
“You’re doin’ good, Baby.” Nash pressed a tender kiss to Patrick’s shoulder. “You’ve got such a tight fuckin’ hole. It’s gonna take a minute before you’re ready for my cock.”
“Is it supposed to feel like that?”
“Like what?”
“Wrong?”
Nash kissed Patrick’s shoulder again, and he could feel the smile on Nash’s lips. “Not wrong, Baby, just different.”
Patrick sucked in a sharp breath when another finger was added.
Nash peppered sweet kisses across Patrick’s skin, shushin’ him gently while working him open.
The odd feelin’ melted into pleasure, lightin’ his skin ablaze with a whole new type of need.
His cock—trapped between his stomach and the bed—twitched and leaked with desperation.
“That’s it.” Nash’s low, deep voice curled through Patrick, risin’ goosebumps across his skin. Nash rested his weight on top of Patrick, and he could feel Nash’s hard, hot cock press against his thigh. “Doin’ so good for me, Baby.”
“Ain’t ‘nough.” Patrick moaned, rockin’ his hips against Nash’s fingers.
“You ain’t ready for me yet, Baby.”
“Don’t care.”
Nash curled his fingers, pressin’ against somethin’ that sent fireworks straight through Patrick’s body, causin’ him to groan.
“Please, Nash, ain’t I been good?”
“You’ve been a very”—a kiss was pressed to Patrick’s shoulder—“very”—between his shoulder blades—“very”—all the way down his spine—“good boy.”
“God almighty, you drive me fuckin’ crazy.” Patrick groaned.
“You love it though. Or I wouldn’t be”—Nash curled his fingers again, drawin’ another moan from Patrick—“knuckles deep inside you.”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t get an attitude now. I might decide to leave you hard and achin’.”
Patrick whined. “Please, Nash.”
“Please what?”
“Please, I need it. Need you.”
The bed groaned and dipped with Nash’s movements.
Patrick dared a glance over his shoulder, breath catchin’ in his throat as he watched Nash rip open a condom with his teeth.
Nash single handedly, rolled the condom onto his cock, and gave it a few strokes.
“You sure you ain’t got a starin’ problem, Baby? ”
Before Patrick had the chance to answer, Nash slid his fingers out, makin’ Patrick gasp. Nash leaned down, nuzzlin’ his nose against Patrick’s temple. “I don’t mind if you do, as long as it’s just me you’re starin’ at with those big doe eyes.”
Nash’s cock glided between Patrick’s ass, rubbin’ against the underside of his balls.
“Please,” Patrick breathed shakily.
“Mmm, please what, Baby? Use your words like a good boy. Beg for me.”
Patrick made a pitiful noise he didn’t know he was capable of. “Christ, Nash, please. I ain’t made for this type‘a teasin’.”
“You want me to fuck you, Baby? Hmm? Is that what you want?”
Patrick’s eyes fluttered closed, head lulling to the side as Nash kissed his neck. “Yes.”
Heat and weight left Patrick’s back, and hands tugged at his waist. He awkwardly shuffled up onto his knees.
“It’s gonna hurt at first,” Nash cautioned, pressin’ the head of his cock ‘gainst Patrick’s hole. “Let me know if it hurts too much though, and we can stop, okay?”
A skinned knee hurt. Jammed knuckles hurt.
Being head butted by a full grown sheep hurt.
Hurt didn’t describe the way Patrick’s body hovered between discomfort and damn-near euphoric pleasure as Nash slowly pushed in until his hips pressed flush against Patrick’s ass.
He let out a long throaty groan. He’d never felt so full.
Nash stroked his thumb across Patrick’s hips. “Fuck, Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good. Christ. So hot and tight. ”
Patrick sucked in a breath when Nash began to slowly rock his hips. The movements were small—barely constitutin’ as thrustin’—but Patrick felt every motion. His breathin’ grew heavy and labored as pressure began to grow in the pit of his stomach again.
“Doin’ so good for me, Baby.” Nash’s grip tightened around Patrick’s hips. “God, I can’t get over how fuckin’ amazin’ you feel.”
Patrick mumbled incoherently between soft, needy moans—head too fuzzy to think properly.
His only thoughts were how good it felt bein’ beneath Nash, hands grippin’ his waist and pullin’ him back with every forward thrust. Never in a million years would Patrick have thought he would be face down in his bed with another man and lovin’ every fuckin’ second of it.
Then Nash fuckin’ Colby came into his life and turned everything upside down, and Patrick was helpless to it all.
Helpless to Nash’s charm, his grit, his everything.
Nash was fuckin’ irresistible—had been from day one.
“Shit,” Patrick moaned.
“Yeah?” Nash stroked Patrick’s cock in tandem with his own rough thrust. “You like me strokin’ your pretty cock while I fuck you?”
Patrick struggled to get anything out other than an array of swears and desperate moans.
“You gonna cum for me again?”
Patrick nodded, movin’ his own hips in an uncoordinated fashion, chasin’ pleasure from both directions. The coil in Patrick’s stomach was back and tighter than before. “Gonna cum. Fuuuck. Feels s’ go-oo-od.”
“That’s it, Baby. Make yourself cum for me.”
All it took was that single command for Patrick to come undone again, orgasm rippin’ through his body.
His hoarse voice cracked as he cried out Nash’s name.
Nash groaned, ruttin’ into Patrick a few more times before bitin’ out a rugged Christ and slammin’ roughly into Patrick, knockin’ him down.
Nash fell on top of Patrick’s back—skin hot and sticky with sweat.
Nash peppered kisses across Patrick’s shoulder and neck.
“Such a good fuckin’ boy. Did so fuckin’ good,” Nash praised.
Patrick slurred out a thank you, ecstasy and exhaustion muddlin’ his words. Nash shifted, and Patrick let out a pathetic little noise. “Don’t go.”
Nash sighed but laid down, pressin’ his chest against Patrick’s back. “It’s gonna get uncomfortable if we don’t clean up.”
“Five minutes won’t hurt nothin’.”
Nash kissed Patrick’s neck. “Five minutes.”