“Shit,” Patrick moaned.
“Yeah?” Nash stroked Patrick’s cock in tandem with his own rough thrust. “You like me strokin’ your pretty cock while I fuck you?”
Patrick struggled to get anything out other than an array of swears and desperate moans.
“You gonna cum for me again?”
Patrick nodded, movin’ his own hips in an uncoordinated fashion, chasin’ pleasure from both directions. The coil in Patrick’s stomach was back and tighter than before. “Gonna cum.Fuuuck. Feels s’ go-oo-od.”
“That’s it, Baby. Make yourself cum for me.”
All it took was that single command for Patrick to come undone again, orgasm rippin’ through his body. His hoarse voice cracked as he cried out Nash’s name. Nash groaned, ruttin’ into Patrick a few more times before bitin’ out a ruggedChristand slammin’ roughly into Patrick, knockin’ him down. Nash fell on top of Patrick’s back—skin hot and sticky with sweat. Nash peppered kisses across Patrick’s shoulder and neck.
“Such a good fuckin’ boy. Did so fuckin’ good,” Nash praised.
Patrick slurred out athank you, ecstasy and exhaustion muddlin’ his words. Nash shifted, and Patrick let out a pathetic little noise. “Don’t go.”
Nash sighed but laid down, pressin’ his chest against Patrick’s back. “It’s gonna get uncomfortable if we don’t clean up.”
“Five minutes won’t hurt nothin’.”
Nash kissed Patrick’s neck. “Five minutes.”
6
It got a lot easier to breathe with Nash takin’ the reins after that night. Patrick found he quite liked bein’ ordered around when the orders came from someone like Nash—self-assured and just a hair on the side of cocky. He treated Patrick not too far off from how one treats a dog.Fetch this. Fetch that. Sit. Lay down.Patrick’s head was pleasantly empty, not a thought or care in the world aside from his normal chores about the ranch and whatever Nash wanted. Whether it was cookin’ dinner in nothin’ but an apron or kneelin’ at his feet while they watched trashy reality tv, it didn’t matter. Patrick would do just ‘bout anything to keep hearin’ Nash call him agood boy.
Patrick’s bed got a lot warmer too. Nash took up sleepin’ in Patrick’s room—not that they slept much. Patrick couldn’t complain though. Those tired, slow nights with Nash pressed up against his back, hand ‘round his waist while languidly thrustin’ into him, were some of his favorites. Nash could be gentle and kind when he wanted to be, but when he got a bit rougher orspoke a tad sharper, somethin’ stirred inside Patrick that made him blush.
“Mornin’,” Nash yawned, comin’ up behind Patrick and wrappin’ his arms ‘round Patrick’s waist. The smell of mornin’ dew and the bitter chill of outside clung to Nash, sendin’ a shiver through Patrick. Nash kissed the side of Patrick’s neck. “Smells good, Baby.”
Patrick scoffed. “You say that every mornin’, and it’s the same thing we’ve been eatin’ since you got here.”
“You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin’?”
“Couldn’t sleep worth a damn with you hoggin’ half the bed last night.”
Nash popped Patrick on his thigh, makin’ him jump. “Watch your tone, cowboy.”
“Find me a mirror then.”
“Someone’s fuckin’ feisty this mornin’.” Nash nipped Patrick’s earlobe. “Might be time for an attitude adjustment.”
Electricity shot down Patrick’s spine at the implication. Nash’s hand drifted ‘round Patrick’s waist, down across his crotch, then gripped his already thickening cock. Nash hummed against Patrick’s neck, strokin’ him through the fabric.
“You’ve got such a needy little cock, Baby. I’ve barely done a thing, and you’re already leakin’.”
“Can’t help it.” There was a whine to Patrick’s voice that made heat creep up his neck. “I ain’t used to being touched like this.”
“Maybe I should train you then. Keep you nice and worked up all day; make you count how many times I get you to the edge before I stop. How does that sound, Baby?”
“Like Hell.”
“Does it now?” Nash slipped his hand into the front of Patrick’s pajamas, hand icy cold, causin’ him to suck in a sharp breath. “Cuz I think it sounds like a good plan to fix this attitude of yours.”
Patrick closed his eyes, heart poundin’ in his ears. “Fuck, please, sir.”
“You’re always so easy in the mornin’, Baby. A few quick tugs and you’re ready to come.” Nash clicked his tongue. “Not today, though. You’re gonna earn your orgasm like a good boy.”
