Nash stopped, hand hoverin’ over Patrick’s cock. Patrick let out a pathetic sound, balls achin’ and cock twitchin’. “Please, sir, I was so close.”
“You think you deserve to come after the attitude you just gave me?”
Patrick tongued the inside of his cheek then grumbled out ano, sir.
“What was that?”
“No, sir.”
“Good boy. That’s one. I expect you to count the rest throughout the day.”
And count Patrick did. Two was after breakfast while their plates were still on the table, and Patrick was white knucklin’ the chair and sayin’two, thank you, sirbetween clenched teeth. Three happened in the bedroom while Patrick was changin’ into work clothes and Nash’s devious fingers tweaked Patrick’s nipples and got him so close he was light headed. After four, which occurred beneath one of the lone standin’ trees in the wide open pasture, Patrick didn’t think he could handle anymore. His cock was so red and sensitive he could hardly walk without his britches rubbin’ him wrong.
Nash caught Patrick off guard in the barn and pinned him against the wall of an empty stall. Dull, yellow light from the large overhead fixture barely touched the corner Patrick was backed into. Nash covered Patrick’s mouth. His heart bucked in his chest at the hungry, dangerous look in Nash’s eyes.
“Shh, can’t go scarin’ the horses,” Nash whispered. His skilled fingers quickly undid Patrick’s belt.
Nash crudely shoved Practick’s jeans and boxers down to his mid thigh. Patrick’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of Nash’s cold hand on his hot cock. He fought to stay quiet, but it didn’t take long for muffled grunts and moans to fill the barn. Sweat beaded across his forehead, body temperature creepin’ up with Nash pressin’ into him and workin’ his cock at the same time.
“You’re getting close ain’t ya, Baby? You gonna make a mess for me, Baby?” Nash teased. Patrick whined, hips jerkin’ upwards into Nash’s fist. He stopped strokin’ Patrick and smirked. “Go on, fuck my fist like a good boy.”
Patrick’s cheeks burned so badly they hurt, but he listened because he was agood boy. He fucked Nash’s fist, whinin’ and moanin’ desperately. Patrick’s abdomen clenched real tight, pressure from several denied orgasms buildin’ up. As if sensing Patrick’s rapidly approachin’ orgasm, Nash jerked his hand away. Patrick threw his head back against the wall, a desperate cry tearin’ from his throat. Tears welled up on the waterline of his eyes as Nash began to play with the tip of Patrick’s overly sensitive cock.
“Poor thing,” Nash cooed. “Is this gonna make you cry, cowboy?”
Patrick couldn’t respond. Even if Nash’s hand wasn’t over his mouth, his head was too messed up, clouded with nothin’ but pure need and desperation. He hated how close he was to tears. Hated how Nash’s teasin’ made him feelgood.
“On your knees, cowboy.”
Patrick dropped to his knees without a hint of hesitancy and looked up at Nash with wet lashes. Nash took out his cock, givin’ it a couple of strokes. Patrick parted his lips and a hoarse, barely audiblepleasepassed through them.
“You wanna suck my cock?” Nash asked, rubbin’ the tip across Patrick’s lips. “C’mon, cowboy. Say it. Say you wanna suck my cock.”
“I wanna suck your cock. Please.”
“Good boy. Stroke your pretty l’il cock while I use your mouth. Don’t come though, you haven’t earned it yet.”
Patrick closed his eyes, focusin’ on the weight of Nash’s cock on his tongue. The salty taste that spread across his taste buds. The huffy, deep moans that Nash made as he held Patrick’s head in place and fucked his mouth slow and steady, buryin’ Patrick’s nose in golden pubes with every forward thrust. With a loose fist, Patrick stroked his cock at the same pace of Nash’s movements, timin’ each upward stroke with every drawback. He teetered on the edge of another orgasm. What number was this? Six? Thatfeltright with how tightly wound up and sensitive he was. He felt like he would burst if he didn’t get to come this time.
“Eyes on me.” Nash tugged Patrick’s hair. “Fuck. I could get used to seein’ you like this. All teary eyed with those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.” Nash smirked and gave a ruthless yank to Patrick’s hair that made more tears well in his eyes. “Awe, don’t tell me the reason why folks call you ‘Baby’ is because you used to be acrybaby.”
Tears rolled down Patrick’s cheeks, from humiliation or from the fact he was sofuckin’close to the edge again, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was he wanted to begood. Maybe if he was good enough, Nash would decide to stay. He’d call his wife back north and tell her he was hired on long-term, but he’d still send money like he was supposed to. He could unpack his things and put them in the dresser in his room so when Patrick’s parents visited, they could pretend they were nothin’ more than roommates. But when his parents left, Nash could still crawl into bed with him, and Patrick could tuck himself real close in Nash’s side. And it would be just the two of ‘em—out there where nobody could touch ‘em. They could love on one another like normal couples do.
Nash pulled out of Patrick’s mouth then crouched down, grabbin’ his face and kissin’ him messily. Patrick let him. Let him consume everything he was. Soothe the burnin’ edges of the hole he made at the center of all Patrick was. Numb the pain that lingered just beneath the surface because he knew what was to come.
Patrick grunted as his back made contact with the floor. Hay pricked at his exposed skin, but he ignored it like he ignored reality. Nash kissed down the side of Patrick’s face to his neck. “God, help me, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned. “You think you can take me without any lube, Baby?”
Patrick choked, tongue tyin’ up and trippin’ over the simplest of words. “Maybe, I-I can try.”
Nash kissed Patrick hard and rough. “Such a good fuckin’ boy. Take those pants off for me.”
Nash sat with his back against the spare hay bales kept in the stall, watchin’ Patrick yank off his boots and kick off his pants. Shame crept up Patrick’s throat at bein’ half dressed while Nash was still fully clothed. Patrick chewed on his bottom lip, waitin’ to be told what to do. “Come sit on my lap, Baby.”
Patrick crawled into Nash’s lap. He grabbed Patrick by the nape of his neck, pullin’ him down for another brutal kiss. He grinded against Nash’s cock, moanin’ into his mouth. Heaven. This had to be what heaven felt like. Or at least damn near close.
“‘M gonna come,” Patrick warned.
“You think you’ve earned it? Did you learn your lesson?”
