Jason almost sounded tearful, and it was clear someone had hurt him before. That someone had called him “baby,” and Patrick wanted to find who it was and tear them apart.
“What would you like me to call you?” he asked, kissing Jason’s neck.
“Can you call meboy?”
He wanted Jason to be his boy, but he knew they weren’t in the same place right now, so this was role play. Jason was hurting about something, and Patrick could indulge him.
“On your knees, boy. Take those off,” he said, snapping the band of his jockstrap.
Jason gave a little squeal. Patrick grabbed some lube out of his bedside drawer whilst Jason moved. Once he was on his knees, Patrick pulled his cheeks apart and buried his face between them. It was his favourite thing to do, more than fucking, and he could do it for hours. The desperate whines coming from Jason told Patrick he would not have the luxury of time, though.
Patrick slicked up his fingers with the lube whilst he kept tongue fucking Jason. He warmed the lube, and once he was sure he was ready, he replaced his tongue with a finger. Jason gave a needy moan, so he added another. His warm, tight heat was so inviting, and he wanted nothing more than to slide his cock in there, but he still couldn’t take that step.
“Put your chest flat on the bed, and arch your hips up for me.”
Patrick kept his fingers inside Jason as he moved. He took orders well, showing he was a natural boy, even if he thought he was just playing around. Patrick hooked his fingers and pressed on Jason’s prostate, causing him to jerk and let out the filthiest moan. Jason moved his hand and gripped his cock.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, boy?”
“No, Daddy,” he said, moving his hand away with a whimper. “I need to come.”
“Don’t worry, boy. I’ll take care of you.”
Patrick added a third finger, and then stroked Jason’s prostate gently, like he was tickling it. He writhed andmoaned in pleasure, and tried to thrust forward, but because of how Patrick had him positioned, he couldn’t get any friction. Patrick continued his slow, steady strokes over his prostrate. Jason was panting heavily, and groaning in frustration. Patrick could see Jason’s cock, which had a decent girth to it, leaking all over his sheets. He pressed down with the middle of his three fingers and used the others to stroke harder. The panting got louder, and Patrick knew he was close. If he touched Jason’s cock now, he’d go off like a rocket, but he wanted to show him other ways he could get pleasure. He pressed down harder and felt Jason’s hole tense around him as he let out a loud moan. Patrick watched Jason’s cock twitch before come pulsed out, all over the sheets.
Patrick gripped Jason’s cock and milked out the rest of his release. Jason’s body shuddered in pleasure. Patrick couldn’t resist bringing his fingers to his mouth and having a taste; it was glorious, and he had an urge to lick it all up off the sheets, but Jason was getting unsteady on his knees. Patrick gently eased his fingers out of Jason, and encouraged him to lie on his side, so he was lying in his own come. He had a contented smile on his face and looked boneless. Patrick went into the bathroom and soaked a flannel with warm water and came back into the bedroom. Jason was fast asleep, so Patrick cleaned him up, being as gentle as possible. He made up another duvet and eased him off the old one. The boy didn’t stir; Patrick had worn him out. The bottom sheet was still clean, so he put the duvet over Jason, and his heart melted seeing him all tucked up in his bed. Before he could overthink it, Patrick undressed down to his briefs and got into bed with Jason, then pulled him close. His cock was still hard, but it would ease soon enough, and tonight had never been about him. Jason cuddled into him with a contented sigh. Patrick could get used to this, and it didn’t take him long to fall asleep.
In the morning, he wasn’t surprised to find Jason wasgone. It still didn’t stop it from hurting. If only Jason would get out of his own way, they could be so perfect for each other. Perhaps this was for the best if Jason didn’t feel the same way. He grabbed his phone off the bedside table and saw a message, which made him smile.
Jason:Thank you for last night, Daddy. Let me know when you want to go out for that dinner you promised xxx.
Patrick read the message a few times and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. It was then he realised something when it can me to Jason – he was fucked!
CHAPTER 6
JASON
It had been a stressful month, which had only been heightened by Patrick playing hard to get. After the most intense orgasm of his life, Jason had panicked and left before Patrick woke up in the morning, but as soon as he was out the door, he regretted it, so had sent a text. It was clear Patrick was waiting for some signal from Jason to take things further, but he wasn’t a mind reader. He’d done all of his usual mating rituals, and the daddy wasn’t biting. They’d been spending more time together, although it had all been in public. Dinners and shows were great, but Jason needed a pounding. He hadn’t gone this long without being fucked since he’d lost his virginity at fifteen to the straight captain of the football team, but that was another story.
There had been no conversation about them being in a relationship, but Jason felt wrong about being with any other guys. One thing Patrick was doing was helping Jason prep for his upcoming interview for the Chief People Officer role. He’d decided to go for it in the end, mainly because he didn’t want to hurt Jane’s feelings. However, he hadn’t mentioned it to his brothers, as he didn’t want the extra pressure. Theydidn’t even know Jane was leaving, because they would put two and two together.
His brothers knew something was going on with Patrick ever since they’d turned up at Charlie’s moving-in party together. Whenever Patrick demanded obedience from Jason, he felt compelled to obey. What the fuck was that about? He wasn’t getting orgasms as a reward. His brothers kept asking what was going on, and he was being cagey because he didn’t know himself. They’d misinterpreted that as there being something serious between them. It did feel like they were more than just friends, and Patrick made him feel safe, which was something he needed even more since Grant had resurfaced. Jason hadn’t seen him yet, but Langdon had.
When Jason had met Grant, he hadn’t made the connection between the man he was falling for and one of his brothers. It was only when he was in too deep that he’d discovered Grant’s connection to Langdon, and why his brother hated the man. He was so in love with Grant by then that he made a choice to cut his brothers off. Jason couldn’t bear to lie to them, so it had been the only way. When he’d come back to London, they’d never questioned what he’d been doing for four years. If they knew, he wasn’t sure Langdon would ever forgive him.
Since the birthday card, Jason had heard nothing from Grant, and only knew what he was up to because he was getting involved in Langdon’s business. Something Jason was keeping out of. Patrick was a welcome distraction, but he knew Grant wouldn’t stay away for long. They needed to talk, because Jason wanted a divorce, but he wasn’t ready for that conversation yet. Grant had always had a way of getting under his skin, and he doubted that would have changed in the last two years. The man had only become even more dangerous.
After another hectic day at work, he was meeting Charlie for a drink. It had been a long time since itwas just the two of them. Ever since Charlie had moved in with Sebastian, they got no time together just the two of them. Jason knew he was needy. He loved all his brothers, but Charlie was his bestie. It was probably because they were the same age, although so was Gregory, but he wasn’t one for unfiltered conversations.
They were meeting in the city, close to Jason’s office. Charlie now worked for Sebastian. Jason wasn’t sure if he could work and live with someone, but if it worked for his friend, he was happy for him, even if he missed seeing him every day. Once he saw Charlie, he ran towards him and jumped into his arms. Charlie had a few inches on him, in more ways than one. His bestie was hung like a horse, but was also a total bottom, and who wouldn’t be when they had someone like Sebastian railing them every night?
“What’s that look for?” asked Charlie.
“Just thinking about hot it must be to get fucked by Sebastian every night.”
Charlie went bright red, which was cute. “We don’t do it every night.”
“Why not?” asked Jason, horrified.
