Patrick’s breath hitched. “Shit. Yes, sir.”
“Atta boy, now I’m gonna go grab somethin’ from my room, and when I come back, you better be naked. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
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.”
