Page 55 of Strawberry Kisses

I kissed him as I bottomed out, letting him adjust around me. His channel was hot and tight, and I was already ridiculously on edge just from the situation alone. I’d hardly touched myself, and I was ready to blow my load just from sinking into Patrick’s perfect ass.

“God. Fuck, that feels so good.” Patrick’s voice was breathless. He laughed softly, grinning up at me. “You feel amazing. Shit, why did we wait?”

“Because I wasn’t fucking you without lube where your parents could hear.” I ground my hips forward and Patrick groaned. “You like my cock?”

“I think I’m in love with it,” Patrick said, his fingers snaking into my hair to draw me closer to him. He kissed me again, soft and deep. Then he looked up at me with wide, grey eyes full of lust and emotion. “Fuck me. Please.”

Well, I wasn’t going to say no to that.

But that didn’t mean I was going to rush.

I began to move, thrusting into him deep and slow, taking him apart until there was nothing left of us but atoms. The kisses, the smiles, the push and pull of our bodies and the words on my tongue that I choked back over and over because I couldn’t say them, no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I used my body to tell Patrick exactly how I felt because that was all I could do. Pleasure burned inside me, white hot, and I used it to fuel me on. Patrick’s legs were wrapped around me, pulling me ever closer to him, and it felt like we were one.

“Connor, I’m so close,” Patrick murmured as he kissed me again and again, sliding his hand between our bodies to tip himself over the edge. I wanted to sit back and watch him, but I couldn’t bring myself to put even an inch between us because what if whatever was happening between us disappeared as soon as I moved.

“Come for me,” I whispered into his mouth.

And underneath me, Patrick shattered.

Sometime later, when we were snuggled together underneath Patrick’s duvet half dozing and not really doing anything more than indulging in each other’s company, a lazy thought began to circle in my brain.

Patrick had asked why we’d waited, and I’d automatically assumed that he’d meant why hadn’t we done this at an earlier point during the weekend. But what if he hadn’t meant that at all. What if he’d actually meant we should have done this earlier earlier, as in, before this whole fake relationship thing. Maybe I was reading too much into it, which wouldn’t surprise me, but if Patrick had meant that, then maybe he wouldn’t want to give this up, and maybe we could keep it going for a little while longer. Perhaps it also meant that I meant more to Patrick than just a meaningless fling between friends.

I grinned as I snuggled deeper into Patrick’s arms.

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