Patrick sucked in a sharp breath when another finger was added. Nash peppered sweet kisses across Patrick’s skin, shushin’ him gently while working him open. The odd feelin’ melted into pleasure, lightin’ his skin ablaze with a whole new type of need. His cock—trapped between his stomach and the bed—twitched and leaked with desperation.
“That’s it.” Nash’s low, deep voice curled through Patrick, risin’ goosebumps across his skin. Nash rested his weight on top of Patrick, and he could feel Nash’s hard, hot cock press against his thigh. “Doin’ so good for me, Baby.”
“Ain’t ‘nough.” Patrick moaned, rockin’ his hips against Nash’s fingers.
“You ain’t ready for me yet, Baby.”
“Don’t care.”
Nash curled his fingers, pressin’ against somethin’ that sent fireworks straight through Patrick’s body, causin’ him to groan.
“Please, Nash, ain’t I been good?”
“You’ve been a very”—a kiss was pressed to Patrick’s shoulder—“very”—between his shoulder blades—“very”—all the way down his spine—“good boy.”
“God almighty, you drive me fuckin’ crazy.” Patrick groaned.
“You love it though. Or I wouldn’t be”—Nash curled his fingers again, drawin’ another moan from Patrick—“knuckles deep inside you.”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t get an attitude now. I might decide to leave you hard and achin’.”
Patrick whined. “Please, Nash.”
“Please what?”
“Please, I need it.Need you.”
The bed groaned and dipped with Nash’s movements. Patrick dared a glance over his shoulder, breath catchin’ in his throat as he watched Nash rip open a condom with his teeth. Nash single handedly, rolled the condom onto his cock, and gave it a few strokes. “You sure you ain’t got a starin’ problem, Baby?”
Before Patrick had the chance to answer, Nash slid his fingers out, makin’ Patrick gasp. Nash leaned down, nuzzlin’ his nose against Patrick’s temple. “I don’t mind if you do, as long as it’s just me you’re starin’ at with those big doe eyes.”
Nash’s cock glided between Patrick’s ass, rubbin’ against the underside of his balls.
“Please,” Patrick breathed shakily.
“Mmm, please what, Baby? Use your words like a good boy. Beg for me.”
Patrick made a pitiful noise he didn’t know he was capable of. “Christ, Nash, please. I ain’t made for this type‘a teasin’.”
“You want me to fuck you, Baby? Hmm? Is that what you want?”
Patrick’s eyes fluttered closed, head lulling to the side as Nash kissed his neck. “Yes.”
Heat and weight left Patrick’s back, and hands tugged at his waist. He awkwardly shuffled up onto his knees.
“It’s gonna hurt at first,” Nash cautioned, pressin’ the head of his cock ‘gainst Patrick’s hole. “Let me know if it hurts too much though, and we can stop, okay?”
A skinned knee hurt. Jammed knuckles hurt. Being head butted by a full grown sheep hurt. Hurt didn’t describe the way Patrick’s body hovered between discomfort and damn-near euphoric pleasure as Nash slowly pushed in until his hips pressed flush against Patrick’s ass. He let out a long throaty groan. He’d never felt sofull.
Nash stroked his thumb across Patrick’s hips. “Fuck, Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good.Christ. So hot and tight. ”
Patrick sucked in a breath when Nash began to slowly rock his hips. The movements were small—barely constitutin’ as thrustin’—but Patrick felt every motion. His breathin’ grew heavy and labored as pressure began to grow in the pit of his stomach again.
“Doin’ so good for me, Baby.” Nash’s grip tightened around Patrick’s hips. “God, I can’t get over how fuckin’ amazin’ you feel.”
Patrick mumbled incoherently between soft, needy moans—head too fuzzy to think properly. His only thoughts were how good it felt bein’ beneath Nash, hands grippin’ his waist and pullin’ him back with every forward thrust. Never in a million years would Patrick have thought he would be face down in his bed with another man and lovin’ every fuckin’ second of it. Then Nash fuckin’ Colby came into his life and turned everything upside down, and Patrick was helpless to it all. Helpless to Nash’s charm, his grit, hiseverything. Nash was fuckin’ irresistible—had been from day one.
