Chapter 8 #3
“I thought, ‘I’ve never really wanted before.’ Because the way I want you, it’s more powerful than pretty much anything else.
” I leaned closer, and this time, he didn’t try to move, just let me run my hands over him.
All that dark brown skin, sinew and muscle.
His body was like carved ebony. Every inch of him was perfect.
I took care of myself, worked out. But Patrice’s body was pure beauty.
I ran my palm lazily down his chest, the sparse wiry hair tickling my hands as I ran them over him. I stopped just above his cock and looked up at him and saw that his breath was coming in short pants.
I turned my hand and ran it over that hard cock, fat and heavy in my hands. I gripped him hard like I knew he liked, still looking at him. My mouth watered as I felt him pulse against my palm.
“I dream about touching you like this.”
He shuddered out a breath, still not saying a word, and pulled me in for another kiss, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips, and I opened for him again.
We tangled our tongues, mouths open and hungry.
I lifted my hands and put them on either side of his face.
Wanting to stay like this, locked with him.
He sucked on my tongue hard and I whimpered, his hands making their way down my back until he was at my hips.
My awareness of him suddenly was overwhelming.
I froze for a second and he pulled back, looking at me with that barely restrained intensity.
“Easton. I don’t know if we can do more than this.
” He didn’t say anything else, but I understood what he was saying.
He wasn’t sure he could give me more than this one time, and it hurt to hear it, but there was no stopping this.
I wanted him, so much I didn’t care. If I got to have him only this once, then I would take it.
“I know.” I nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the coiled metal staircase that led to his bed.
I hadn’t seen it after he’d moved in, and as I led him up, I didn’t look behind me, scared that he might change his mind.
I would have to think about this more closely some time.
Patrice was right, we couldn’t keep doing this.
I would end up resenting him for how little he could give, and he would grow tired of keeping me at a distance.
This wasn’t a good dynamic, but did that knowledge stop me? No.
When we got to his bedroom, he pulled me toward him, looked at me for what felt like minutes, and then very gently pressed our mouths together. It felt so intimate, as if he wanted to mark this moment as something important.
As he kissed me, I skinned out of my shorts, my hands trembling from anticipation, this had been a long time coming.
So long I’d almost given up hope that it would happen again.
After I was naked, I pulled back, breaking the contact just to get my bearings.
During moments like this, I normally joked around to lighten the mood, keep things breezy, but I couldn’t; it felt too big.
I closed my eyes and I swayed, standing there for just a breath, until I felt strong hands pull me in.
“Come here.” I didn’t think I was imagining the shakiness in his voice.
We tumbled onto the bed and I let myself sink into the mattress with his body covering mine. This feeling. The way he covered me completely, how his hard body felt on mine. I’d missed it so much.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but all I could do was breathe out his name. He shook his head as he lowered himself over me. He went in for kisses and nips of my neck, my lips. His tongue lashing at my skin, making me shiver.
“Patrice. Please.”
“Now that we’re here, I’m not sure how I held out this long,” he said almost grudgingly as he made his way down my body.
Within a moment, he was busy worrying my nipple between his teeth, making my entire body feel like it was on fire.
I was torn between asking for more and not wanting to break the spell with words.
Even lost in the moment, in the way Patrice made me feel, I knew it could be taken away.
Being here with me was Patrice acting against his better judgment. I could not forget that.
I grabbed his head as he brushed his lips against my cock and made him look at me.
He looked hungry, like he could devour me. He hiked an eyebrow as if to ask why I was interrupting, his loose locs tickling my skin as he moved.
“What?” His voice was rough, guttural almost.
I placed my hand at the nape of his neck, thinking of what to say. “Just wanted to look at you, I guess.”
Our eyes locked and held for a couple of breaths, like we were both letting the moment sink in before really going for this.
After a second, he brought a hand up and pinched my nipple again then took my cock in his mouth without hesitation.
That was another thing about Patrice, no matter how much he wavered, once we were together, he was all mine.
Every ounce of his focus solely concentrated on me. It was addictive.
I moaned and let my head fall back on the pillow, thinking it would’ve been a good idea to make this harder for him. He pushed my cock down his throat as his thumb pressed against my hole, and then I reminded myself there was no scenario where I could deny myself having more of Patrice Denis.
As he bottomed out on my dick, I fisted the sheets, breathing through my mouth, flooded with the things that Patrice’s tight hot mouth on my cock was doing to me.
“Ahhh, Patrice.” I wanted him inside, now, now, now. “Please, I’m gonna come, and I want…”