"Yeah. I have been waiting a hell of a long time." Simon chuckled. "You sure took your time."
"You sure have a lot of patience."
"I’m hoping it was worth the wait."
Simon moved his face closer, or maybe it was Patrick who leaned in. But it didn't matter; all that mattered was they were finally kissing.
The kiss started as a gentle brush of lips, but too many months of waiting, of wanting, meant it deepened quickly. Hot and wet, mouths opened and tongues tangled. Simon tasted of red wine, and his lips held a hint of chlorine from the water. Both were flavors Patrick would forever associate with this man. They pulled apart, foreheads resting together, and Patrick drew in a shuddering breath. His body tingled from top to toe, and the hard-on that had disappeared earlier was back with a vengeance, pushing at the flimsy fabric of his briefs.
Patrick practically crawled onto Simon’s lap, wrapping his arms around Simon’s shoulders, hands slipping over wet skin to pull him closer for another kiss. This new position, straddling Simon’s thighs, brought their chests into contact, and the firm muscles pressed tightly against his own, his nipples grazing on coarse hair as Simon dragged Patrick up his body.
Simon whispered against the side of his face. "I felt something was holding you back. You’re sure you’re up for this?”
“Does this feel like anything is holding me back?” Patrick thrust his hips, ensuring Simon was fully aware of the effect he was having on him. “C’mon.” Water splashed as he clambered off Simon’s lap, eager to get moving, to get them horizontal, and stood in front of him.
Before he could move any further, Simon grasped his hips.
“Wait.”
Patrick looked down to see Simon staring in front him. The new position had brought his evident erection, encased in sopping wet cotton, front and center. A sudden flood of embarrassment washed over Patrick, but it didn’t last long, replaced by a wave of lust and more blood rushing to his groin, hardening him further.Oh, my God.Having Simon so close, sofocused, was a total turn-on. He swayed as the strength left his legs, but Simon’s grip held him firm, the press of each finger likely to leave a mark in Patrick’s skin, he was holding on so tight. And that tightness felt right. Patrick wanted—more than wanted, heached—to have Simon’s mark on his body, to be possessed by him.
The moment stretched to a minute—Patrick trembling, Simon not moving, just watching, and Jesus, the tension, the anticipation. His body craved Simon, longing for him to make a move, to touch him, and when he did, Patrick nearly shouted with gratitude.
As Simon ran a single finger along the length of Patrick’s dick, getting to a bed became the last thing on his mind. He’d stay in the swirling water until his skin pruned up if it meant he was the center of Simon’s world. And that was exactly how he felt, as if he was the most precious object on earth. It was amazing how such a simple touch—the stroke of one fingertip through a layer of fabric—could have such an effect. God help him once they were skin on skin.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Simon moved his hand until his fingers rested on the waistband of Patrick’s briefs. It was only then he looked up at Patrick through the rising steam. There was a question in his beautiful hazel eyes that Patrick answered with a simple nod.Yes, I want you to touch me. Yes, I want you.
Simon wasted no time divesting him of his skimpy clothing, pulling the briefs to Patrick’s thighs and fully exposing him. It was so hot looking down and seeing his cock released to fall stiffly, until the tip was only an inch from Simon’s face. He hardened even further at the sight, and thought he’d burst his skin when Simon’s gaze lifted to meet his again and he saw the desire in his eyes.Oh my God, this was so worth waiting for.
By the time Simon returned his focus to Patrick’s cock, he was a quivering mess of excitement and need. It was a complex combination of desire to drag out the exquisite torture, blended with a desperate need for release. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he wanted to come so badly, and they hadn’t even properly touched yet.
Steam swirled as Patrick fought with his body, willing himself to stay still and wait for Simon’s next move. It was exquisite torture. When Simon’s tongue finally reached out and touched the tip of his cock, Patrick sighed in relief. When Simon drew the head into his mouth, Patrick groaned at the pleasure, and when Simon leaned forward and engulfed his length, he nearly exploded.Fuck, yes.
The wet heat of Simon’s mouth competed with the heat of the Jacuzzi. Simon pulled Patrick’s hips forward, encouraging him to move, to fuck his mouth. Water splashed with each thrust, and the building need rose in Patrick’s belly. It didn’t take long for his balls to tighten and for Simon’s mouth to work its magic and have him teetering on the very edge. A moment later, his vision went dark and his heart hammered against his ribs, the rush of pleasure overwhelming as he exploded.
“Holy fuck,” Patrick finally gasped, opening his eyes and looking down to see his dick slip from between Simon’s lips.
“Holy fuck, indeed—” Patrick bent and captured whatever else Simon was going to say in a kiss. His lips didn’t leave Simon’s as he hauled him up so they were both standing in the swirling water. He could taste himself in Simon’s mouth, and found it surprisingly erotic, but it wasn’t himself he wanted to be tasting.
Patrick pulled Simon to him as he turned them in the water, only breaking the kiss as he finally sank to his knees. Simon was now the one left standing, looking down at Patrick, and from the flare of his nostrils and the tension in his body, it seemed obvious Simon liked what he saw. The unmistakable swelling in his boxers told the same story.
Patrick didn’t waste any time. The wet fabric was out of the way in record time, and he set to work showing Simon just how much he wanted him. When Simon dug his fingers hard into the muscles of Patrick’s shoulders, when his legs started to quiver and his hips stuttered in their thrusting, it was everything Patrick could have hoped for and more. To know that he was the one causing Simon to fall apart was the greatest thrill. And when Simon eventually spilled into his mouth, it signaled the culmination of the best sexual encounter Patrick had ever experienced in his life. Ever.
Simon pulled him to his feet. This time the kiss tasted of Simon and a hint of chlorine, and once again Patrick thought just how much, from this moment forward, that particular aroma would be forever associated with sex. They broke apart, foreheads touching as they both caught their breath.
Eventually they staggered from the Jacuzzi, grabbing towels and walking with unsteady steps back into the house. Patrick was flushed, and felt faint. His heart was still racing and his legs could barely function.
But it was the best time in a Jacuzzi he’d ever had.
