The softly spoken Gaelic words made my heart squeeze in my chest, spreading warmth through me. I watched his face, marveling at how beautiful he was with brightly blushing cheeks and his lusty gaze fixed on my own, looking like some Celtic prince. His blue eyes flashed fire, with hair tousled and wild after I’d run my fingers through it. His body squeezed around me forseveral seconds but he panted through the penetration, before taking me deeper.
I groaned. “Je…sus, you’re so fucking tight, Patsy…feels so good, baby.”
His only reply was a soft sigh as he tangled his fingers in my chest hair. I felt as though I was about to combust. He finally bottomed out, closed his eyes for a few moments, breathing heavily, then opened them and leaned down to once again capture my lips in a deep, messy kiss. My entire body was quivering with the effort it took to hold back and wait for him to fully adjust to a man my size.
I took several seconds to breathe myself, trying to stave off the climax already niggling at the base of my spine, yet knowing there was very little I could do once he started fucking himself on me. It’d been a hell of a long time since I’d been with a man and never one as sexy as Patsy Good. When he finally tensed his thighs and rose off me only to come back down, I’d calmed down enough to let him take me any way he needed to. He braced himself with two hands on my belly and slowly began to slide on and off, hanging his head over me.
“God, Wes, that feels so good!” The strangled exclamation came out of nowhere and it was followed by Patsy reaching for his cock with one hand as he slowly began stroking himself. I watched in rapt fascination as the leaking head of his dick slid through, only to retreat nearly back into the foreskin. Now that he was fully erect, the shiny pink head stayed on prominent display as he jacked himself. His thigh muscles bunched as he lifted himself on and off. I held onto his ass cheeks for dear life, feeling them flex in my hands as he rode me just as he’d done in my fantasy.
“Keep it up,” I gasped, “and I won’t be able to last.”
My words only seemed to make him move faster, keeping in time with the way he fucked his own hand. All I could do was hold onto him for dear life as he rose and fell on and off my cock. I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold back, wanting to watch him come first. He began to increase the speed of his stroking hand as he got closer; it was making me crazy.
“Wesss,” he hissed, giving me the first indication that he was experiencing a similar problem.
“I’m so close, Patsy,” I growled.
“Want to feel ya come deep inside me,” he panted, moving faster. “Come for me, Wesss!’
I managed a strangled cry just before he took me over the edge and shouted as my climax hit with ferocious intensity. “Oh, God!”
“Yes!” Patsy shouted.
I tightened my grip on his ass, bringing him down hard as I lifted my hips off the bed at the same time, before emptying my balls into the condom buried so far up inside him it felt like we’d become one. He stroked his dick frantically and groaned out loud just seconds before the glistening arc of his release shot into the air. It fell down on my chest in warm splats, soaking through the hair there. My heart hammered in my chest as I shuddered through my own orgasm, watching him milk the second wave of his release. It coated my hairy belly and formed an opaque, little puddle in the divot of my bellybutton.
As shudders finally began tapering off, I watched Patsy hang his head for a few seconds before he finally lifted his face and met my gaze. I couldn’t stop the slow smile from forming at the corners of my mouth any more than I’d been able to stop myself from coming before I’d fucked him through his own release.He’d either gotten me too worked up, it’d been too long, or both, but I wished I could have held on longer.
“Sorry about that,” I said, squeezing his perfect ass.
His brow furrowed. “For what? That was perfect, Wes.”
“I tried to hold out but you’re just too beautiful. I couldn’t.”
He blew out a relieved breath and grinned before leaning down and kissing me softly. Our tongues rubbed together sweetly before he broke the kiss after a minute. “It was perfect…but if ya want to try again, I’m not opposed to it.”
I chuckled but as I did, I felt my cock slipping free. Letting go of his ass as he sat up, I pulled out slowly, holding the base of the condom until he rolled out of his straddle. I sat up and scooted off the bed before padding to the bathroom where I disposed of the condom, cleaning up before bringing back a warm washcloth.
“Thanks, Wes,” he said, taking it from me and wiping away the lube before tossing the cloth aside and rolling back onto the bed. He kissed me again, snuggling up close. His smaller body felt so good against my own. After a second or two, he lifted his head and looked at me. “I know ya must be hungry by now. Ya worked up quite an appetite.”
I laughed, pulling him closer and kissing him soundly. “I could eat.”
He leaned over and kissed me again. “Good. Let’s have a shower and then some food.”
I tightened my arms as he tried to pull away. When he glanced at me, I pinned him with a serious look. “And when we’re ready for bed, I want you here with me tonight.”
He nodded. “No place I’d rather be.”
I smiled, kissing him once more before loosening my grip. We walked into the bathroom again and for the first time, I noticed the small patch of dried blood on my arm’s bandage. “Dammit…forgot to take my antibiotic.”
He frowned. “Go and do that. The water will be hot when ya get back.” He leaned into me and lifted his face for a kiss. I complied and headed back out to the living room to take my pill. When I came back to the bathroom, it was already steamy as I joined Patsy in the shower. He hugged me then noticed that I hadn’t covered the bandage which was already getting wet. “I’ll be changin’ this for ya once we’ve finished.”
“Thank you. We’ll be quick.” He poured a little bit of the delightful smelling shower gel into his hand and passed me the bottle. We made quick work of the shower and toweled off. I got into a pair of clean sweat shorts and a sleeveless tee then sat down on the toilet lid to let him change my bandage. As he stood in front of me wearing only a towel at his waist, I held onto his hips, breathing in his scent which intermingled with the shower gel. I let my gaze roam over his chest and belly, noticing several scars I hadn’t noticed in my intense need for him. One appeared to be a surgical scar just under his left pec where no hair grew. I traced it with the tip of a finger.
“What happened here?”
He frowned as he worked on the bandage. “Got it while I was in captivity.”
I frowned, feeling the sudden sting of tears behind my eyes. I’d almost forgotten about his tale of capture by insurgents and the torture that had followed. I blinked several times then leaned forward and kissed over the scar. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll never understand how cruel some people can be.”
